#valerye zamoyski | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

baziutawrites · 2 years

Note

Bestie but what if Val is shopping for her dress to the Rave’N and Xavier can’t keep his hands off her? They end up in the changing room with his mouth on her. Totally filthy 🤤

Need a hand?

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

Summary: When Xavier really likes something, he makes sure Val knows about it.

Warnings: Established relationship. Public sex. Fingering (f receiving). Oral (f receiving). Squirting.

Other Xavier Thorpe x Valerye Zamoyski (OC) smut fics: [Masterlist]

"Beginnings" - Xavier Thorpe x Valerye Zamoyski (OC) series: [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Valerye let out a defeated sigh.

They were in this shop for what felt like hours. It wasn't even the first shop they went into and she started to feel dejected after the seventh dress Enid picked out for her to try on there.

At least one of them overcompensated for Val's lack of enthusiasm.

Xavier turned out to be severely unhelpful as well. Every single one she put on, he deemed as the most gorgeous one he had ever seen on her. She huffed in exasperation every time.

She thought he would be a great balance to the four of them. As the resident tortured artist, she thought he would not only put his great sense of aesthetic to use, but also balance out her overthinking, Wednesday's absolute lack of input and Enid's chaotic mind.

All he did was stand behind her, while she looked at herself in the massive mirror outside of the changing rooms.

He towered over her. His large palms glided over her waist and ribs. He peppered her neck with kisses, whispering praises into her ear.

"You say that for every single one."

"Not my fault you look good in everything… and nothing on you."

He made her blush slightly and she wriggled out of his grip when he started to nip at her earlobe. She swatted him playfully.

"You're not helping."

***

Turned out, Wednesday first had enough of the fruitless endeavours.

She got up so suddenly she startled Val who was looking through the rack next to her.

"This is torture." She spoke, flatly. "And not the fun one."

Val nodded, deflated. She felt as if she went through the entire shop twice and still, not a single dress caught her eye. But Enid insisted on trying more and more pieces. It was her favourite shop in Jericho. She clearly didn't want to admit defeat just yet.

Wednesday stood there, frozen in place for a minute. Her eyes trained on Valerye's hands going through the materials. She was even more stiff than usual. Almost as if she was deeply lost in thought.

"I'm going for a quad." Wednesday announced.

With a few strides, she was at the door.

"Get me a flat white?" Val looked over to Enid, piling more dresses onto Xavier's shoulders. "We're going to be here for a while…"

Wednesday's unblinking gaze followed and Val would swear she saw her jaw twitch.

With her hand on the door handle, she spoke.

"Get the one from the sale section. The black one. I do not wish to be stuck here again when I come back."

And with a ding of a bell she was gone.

***

The dress looked… very unassuming.

Val looked at the hanger in hand. If Wednesday wasn't a particularly gloomy person, she would think this was some kind of a joke.

How was this supposed to look good on her, she didn't know. But she was willing to try anything other than Enid's continuous frilly picks.

And the dress had a turtleneck, so it might be worth a try.

"Found something?"

Xavier perked up from behind the mountain of fabric.

"Wednesday did."

He looked equally perplexed at that as she was.

He took in the dress on the hanger in her hand and raised his eyebrows.

"Well, the colour fits the theme." He shrugged. "You should go to the changing room. There's a lot of people coming in."

"Yes, sir." She gave him a wink.

She saw him bite his lip before she closed the curtain.

***

"Hey, could you help me out? I think the zipper on the turtleneck got stuck."

The dress was absolutely gorgeous. Backless, sleeveless, with long and flowing material cascading down from the hips. It was parting at the sides into two, high slits that made her legs visible when she moved right. And they looked pretty nice in the black heels she brought with her.

She heard the curtain ruffle and a quiet voice followed.

"Oh wow."

Xavier stood inside the changing room, frozen in place. His green eyes roamed over her back. He took in the sight in front of him and could feel the heat licking at his cock. It twitched inside his jeans.

Val's arms were up, holding the turtleneck closed at the back of her neck. She looked at her boyfriend in the mirror in front of her. She knew that look. And she knew what it meant.

Before she could speak, however, she felt Xavier's large palms on her hips. He turned her around in a swift motion. Her bare back pressed against the mirror, making her hiss at the cold sensation.

She looked down and saw Xavier kneeling in front of her, pushing the front of the dress up and to the side. His eyes trained on her face. She felt his palm glide up one of her legs and she had to stifle a soft moan that was about to fall from her mouth.

The air hit Val's pussy and before she knew it, Xavier latched his mouth on her. His tongue darted out in between her folds and she whined at the slick warmth.

He grunted against her, sending the vibrations up to her very core. His eyes mischievous.

He was an expert at making her lose her composure by now. He worked his magic, his skilled tongue licking her in all the right places. Alternating it with his plump lips clasping around her now throbbing clit, sucking on it just right.

The lewd sounds of his mouth working on her were getting louder.

"Xavier!" She whisper-shouted, wanting to scold him but instead, a high pitched squeal escaped her. He looked up at her in faux innocence from in between her legs. Sucking at her swollen nub, hard. Her hand flew towards her mouth in a desperate attempt to quieten herself.

"Someone might hear us!" Her voice came muffled.

"Hear you." He corrected her, a shit eating grin on his flushed face when he detached himself for a second. A string of her arousal stretched from his lip and she whimpered at the sight of it.

He pushed one of her thighs over his shoulder.

And then, she felt two of his fingers stretch her cunt. His mouth followed, sucking at her with even more determination.

Val was barely able to keep quiet now. He seemed to know every single sweet spot of hers. Know the level of intensity that made her throw her head back with a fucked out grimace on it - and this time was no different.

She banged her head on the mirror, pressing her palm hard against her mouth. A strangled moan escaped her.

"Better be quiet, baby." His muffled voice sent another wave of tingling jolts through her clit, pooling in her core. A fleeting thought of smacking him came through her mind but was swept out by his warm tongue now rubbing her clit while he sucked on her.

He was making her lose her mind. Her hips bucked against his face, trying to grind herself on his lips. His fingers pumped her so good, making her clench around him every time he pressed them against her spot.

Her stilettoed foot dug the heel into his back. She tried to ground herself. She was getting lost in the wonderful pleasure. Getting even more horny at the squelching sounds his fingers made, fucking her hole without mercy. Her knees buckled, he had to hold her up now with his free hand.

She was about to cum. She felt it in the burning sensations in her clit and thighs. And she knew it was the wet one coming.

"Xav, wait." Val tried to push his head away.

He only shook his head, making her squeal at the sensation of his lips rubbing against her.

"The dress– oh fuck, I'm gonna wet myself, aah!"

"Yes, give it to me, baby. Squirt on me." Xavier's low, breathless voice was the last thing she registered before he latched back onto her clit.

And she fell apart.

Her whole body shook, as the jolts of her orgasm went through her. Her cunt clenched repeatedly on his still moving fingers. His full lips still wrapped around her throbbing clit, sucking and licking her through it.

"Fuck!" Val almost pressed her own fingers into her mouth to stifle the wailing that tore from her throat. She couldn't avert her eyes from Xavier. He knew perfectly well what he was doing.

She felt the first few drops spurt out after a hard spasm of her pussy, almost making her slide down if it wasn't for Xavier’s arm holding her up.

And then, his lips were gone, just as he pulled his fingers out of her. Only to circle her thigh and rub his thumb over her oversensitive nub. Drawing out a forceful squirting out of her. She was not able to process the sight in between her thighs.

Xavier's mouth was now open and pressed against her pussy. His eyes, full with lust, were burning into her face as she squirted right into his mouth.

And he drank her.

She could hear his pleasured groans in between the sounds of swallowing. Her mind was swimming, barely able to think from the slowly subsiding orgasm.

He then licked and kissed her clean when she finally stopped spasming enough for her to stand on her own.

"Needed a hand with the zipper, right?" He asked, feigning innocence. He let go of her thigh and straightened up. His lips, rubbed red and glistening, fought hard not to twist into a smile.

She cursed at him, trying to regain composure. Her underwear immediately got wet when she fixed herself and stood back straight.

Her face was flushed, eyes bright and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"How's the dress?"

"I thought I made my opinion pretty clear just now."

"Well. Thank you." She mouthed at him and rolled her eyes at him puffing out his chest. His signature smirk was back. "Now get out."

***

"You've got something on your face. Just there, on your lips." Enid frowned at Xavier, trying to get a better look.

Val felt her heart stop for a second when she looked over at him from the checkout. It was a bit of her slick that clung to his skin.

He then looked Val dead in the eye. Pushed it into his mouth with his thumb and sucked on it. His eyes never leaving hers.

She shuddered. Heat clawed at her neck again.

"You two are retch-worthy levels of disgusting."

A coffee was pressed into Val's hand as she turned around to leave the cash register. Wednesday was back from the coffee shop.

"Whaddya mean, Wen?"

Enid, bless her heart, Val thought. Her cheeks heated up a bit at the grin Xavier gave her.

"I consider engaging in the acts of public indecency to be quite revolting."

Val picked up the pace and exited the shop before she could hear Wednesday explain anything.

"I swear I am going to strangle you one day."

"With your thighs tonight, I hope?"

The grin didn't seem to falter one bit.

"You are impossible." She groaned. But she pulled him down into a kiss and sighed. She could taste herself on his tongue still.

She would fuck that smirk off his face tonight, that was sure.

A/N: An attempt at a shorter one was made. Thank you @beggingforxavierthorpe for requesting, you always have some gorgeous ideas in that wonderful brain of yours. 🥰

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier smut #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe fic

156 notes · View notes

baziutawrites · 2 years

Text

In the dark

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC (Valerye Zamoyski)

Beginnings part 6

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Other smut fics through my Masterlist.

Summary: A year prior to Wednesday's arrival at Nevermore, surprises await both Valerye and Xavier at the Eco-friendly themed Rave'N dance. Not all of them are good.

Warnings I guess: Angst. Almost no fluff. Missed signals, miscommunication. Bit of smut. Slow burn. Two oblivious idiots being idiots hard. Recreational drug use (weed). Alcohol consumption.

“I swear I will rip my fangs out if Thornhill gets to come up with a theme next year yet again.”

Yoko stood in the middle of their dorm room, kicking piles of clothes from one side to another.

“But you have so many clothes. Surely there is something you can wear again?”

The dance turned out to be a theme party. This year - something about the environment, being eco and reusing the things they already own. Preferably in earthy tones.

Their dorm mother was having a field day with the Rave’N.

Most recent Botany classes were spent on moving heavy pots of plants to the inside of the auditorium. As if there weren’t enough of them already.

At this point, the dance could just take place in the middle of the forest.

“Usually I’d just go to the shop and throw some money at a dress and have it all sorted out. But this?”

Yoko kicked at the lone shoe in frustration.

“What about your wardrobe? Can I have a look?”

Before Val could answer, she made her way over to her side of the dorm and started digging through her things.

“This one is great but the fit is not my style.” She held up a hanger with a dress Val wore a few times to the Nightshades parties. “It screams you, tho. Wear it tonight. Cameron didn’t see you in this one yet, right?”

Val shook her head, laughing.

“Even better.” The dress flew towards the bed. “Now what in the hell am I going to wear?”

-***-

She should thank Yoko for choosing that dress later.

The way Cameron gasped at her sight was enough to make her blush.

“I am beyond honoured that you grace me with your presence, miss Zamoyski.” He bowed in an exaggerated manner and offered her his hand. “Care to accompany me?”

“Ah yes, my good sir,” Val had a really hard time keeping a straight face. “I would gladly do so.”

Yoko just went past them to meet up with Divina, making a retching sound. But Val could see her smiling nonetheless.

The four of them made their way to the auditorium and the closer they got, the more a pleasant tingling at the back of Valerye’s neck got.

The place looked nothing like a school ground’s building anymore. Various plants and flowers covered almost every surface. Intertwining with each other, forming various intricate formations. Weaving in and out of the pots and curtains in dense walls of greenery.

In between, there were tiny lights scattered around the entire place. Lighting up the space just enough for them to see but not to take away from the mysterious feel of it.

It looked as if it was taken straight out of a fairytale.

Miss Thornhill greeted them with a wide smile.

“The dance starts in five. Also, beautiful dresses, girls. And you, mister Moser. Dashing.” She went on to point them towards their seats. “Have a drink, the table is over there.”

She trotted back to the entrance, her heels clacking on the wooden floor.

“Dashing indeed, mister Moser.” Val teased and Cameron shook his head.

“I’ll get you something to drink. The green punch?”

She waved her hand around.

“Will do. Bet it’s virgin so I’ll take whatever.”

Drinks in hand, although vile in colour, as Divina pointed out, they settled at the table, waiting for the rest to show up.

Ajax found them soon after with a girl they didn’t know the name of - a shy one from the Ophelia Hall a year down. She didn’t say much for the entire time she was at their table.

A curious, sharp pang jabbed through Valerye’s chest at the sight of Xavier entering the dance room. She took in the way Bianca’s hand was wrapped around his arm.

Why didn’t she feel happy for them?

-***-

The off putting green drinks turned out to be much better after they ‘fixed’ them.

Soon after the opening ceremony, the dance floor was packed.

But Xavier wasn’t feeling the party, even after some alcohol entered his system. His eyes followed the one couple, laughing and doing faces at each other. And it made him feel angry.

Angry at himself, angry at Cameron, even angry at Val. How could he let that happen? How could the bloodsucker be first to get her? How could she agree?

“Hey, come on.”

Bianca stood in front of him now, her hand outstretched, a small smile on her full lips. He had to admit, she looked beautiful tonight.

“You’re asking me out?” He joked, standing up and taking her palm into his. Bianca blushed slightly.

“Only if you want to.” Her broad smile made him warm.

If it wasn’t for the alcohol, he would stare at her in disbelief. But now, he laughed as she led him to their friend group.

They danced for what seemed like forever, joking around and doing weird moves. Kent almost knocked Divina to the floor with his attempt at doing ‘the worm’. To say he was unsuccessful wasn’t very surprising. Xavier and Ajax had to grab him so he wouldn’t fall over as well when he tried to stand up.

But the good mood he managed to get into slowly dissipated as the lights started to dim. The gnawing feeling of déjà vu settled itself in the pit of his stomach.

The fabric of Valerye’s dress flashed before his eyes as she twirled to an upbeat song. The very same she wore before on the rooftop party. The very same she wore in his dream vision.

The dream vision in which he kissed her, dancing to a slow tune in a dimly lit room.

Goosebumps erupted on his skin.

As if on cue, a slow tune played from the speakers. He felt his now shaky palms start to sweat. She was right next to him. If he just reached out, he could touch her shoulder. If he just took a step, he could wrap his hands around her.

His heart beated painfully against his ribs. He could not make a sound, the air repeatedly getting caught up in his throat. It all looked so familiar.

His visions never lied to him.

Xavier cleared his throat and moved.

But there he was. His pale hand extended towards her in an exaggerated, almost clownish manner. She took it, her cheeks flushed from all the dancing and alcohol. Her giggles was the last thing Xavier registered, as he watched Cameron sweep Val into a slow swaying, his fingers brushing her sides. He watched, unblinking, as the other one’s arms wrapped tightly around her middle, bringing her further away from him.

Away from his dream.

-***-

Ajax sat next to him soon after he reached the table.

“Bro, they are not official yet.”

“Yet.” Xavier sneered, downing his drink in one gulp and wincing at the burning sensation in his throat. “I tried, Jax. I fucking tried. And now this… Ah, fuck it.”

He tried very hard not to look at them. He watched Bianca sway her hips to the music with Kent at her side instead. Yet his gaze kept flickering back towards the other couple.

As if he wanted to torture himself further.

“Dunno what to say, man. Told you to get a move on.”

“Yeah, way to make me feel better about my fuck up. Thanks.”

“Big fuck up.” Drunk Ajax was sometimes even more clueless to any social cues than a sober one. “And now look at her. Look at how she looks at the Camerel - no, Cameron dude. Like they are in loooove.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ajax.”

“Serious, man. Look.”

“I do not fucking care that she looks at the fucker like she’s in love with them or some shit. We never were a thing. Why should I even care?” He stood up, abruptly, startling Ajax out of his dazed state. “It is none, fucking none of my…”

Xavier’s eyes followed his friend’s gobsmacked stare.

“...business.”

Cameron was kissing her.

In this dimly lit place, slowly dancing to a slow song, in her god forsaken dress. And the realisation crashed down on him so hard he could barely breathe.

His dreams were just that - just dreams. Not visions, neither things that were supposed to be, nor could be.

They were purely and utterly made up by him.

He wished his feelings were too.

-***-

Val was first to pull away.

Despite her heart beating like crazy and a sudden tightness in her throat, she felt weird. Like, something was not right.

Cameron didn’t say a word either. He stared back at her with his dark eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and a confused look on his face. His expression mirrored her feelings perfectly.

“It… This… Uhm, this…” She struggled to find the words and she pulled away from his embrace. “This felt…”

“Wrong?” Cameron offered, a small grin forming on his lips. “Incorrect? Abysmally off? Cataclysmically abhorrent? Grotesquely foul? Help me out, I’m running out of adjectives here.”

They both laughed. Val shook her head, feeling her shoulders relax a little. She didn’t even realise she was this tense.

“Yeah, exactly that. Like… I don’t have siblings but it felt exactly like kissing a sibling would?”

“Well, I do have a sibling and it felt exactly like kissing a sibling does feel like.” He pulled a face that made her snort in disbelief. “We were in kindergarten. Don’t ask.”

“Fuck no, I will not.”

There was a long pause before any of them spoke again.

“I hope this won’t change anything between us?” Val’s voice was now small. “I don’t want to lose your friendship.”

“Like hell you would.” This was Cameron’s turn to snort. He pulled her into a tight hug. “You are way too deep to get rid of me now.”

“God damn, I hoped that would work.” She smiled against his chest. It rumbled with laughter.

“Shit outta luck I guess, V.”

-***-

Ajax watched her with bleary eyes as Val sat down next to him and poured herself a glass. She looked over at him and caught his eye.

“Having fun?” She nudged him, offering him a kind smile that faltered quickly at the sight of his green tinted face. “Need me to get you some water?”

A small grunt was all she got in response. He definitely had a bit much to drink tonight.

After a glass of water and some food Val picked up along the way, Ajax straightened in his chair. His face no longer as pale as it was before.

“Thanks. I would die without you.”

“Where is your date?”

“She left. Didn’t want to dance with her.”

“Ouch.” Val pressed her hand over her chest.

“But I saw you did more than just dance tonight, though.” He wiggled his eyebrows and rested his head on his hand.

“Oh.” Her cheeks flushed a little. “Yeah… that.”

“So, you two are official now?”

“No, actually.” She twirled the drink, staring at the alcohol inside. “It was more like a break up.”

A small silence followed her words. Ajax stared at her, incredulously, through squinted eyelids.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I feel like I’m not stoned enough to get that right now.”

Val threw her head back, a loud belly laughter escaping her lips.

“No, serious. How in the world kissing someone means breaking up with them?”

She chortled at how perked up he was now, leaning in to catch her every word. He might be shy at times but god damn the man was nosey. Just like Enid.

“Didn’t feel right.” She shrugged. “So. We both decided this isn’t gonna work.”

“So… you’re single?” He drawled, blinking stupidly up at her.

“Yes, Ajax. I am single. No need to rub that in my face like this.”

“Oooh, Xavier would die to hear that.”

“What?” Val’s head snapped back to the gorgon, only to see him vanish in the crowd.

She felt the familiar heat spread in her chest. Did she hear things right? Xavier?

-***-

Xavier felt angry, hurt and sad but also determined. A mixture he would never think he could feel without bursting at the seams.

The second he saw the horrendous scene unfold right before his eyes, he had to leave. Had to get out at least for a moment. To clear his head.

He never thought that his waiting around would have this much of a butterfly effect. How fast the consequences of his inaction would follow.

And how pissed he would be at that.

He asked someone standing near the back door of the auditorium for a smoke.

He rarely did anything other than weed and he mentally cursed himself for not buying a pack when he was out the last time. And he swore not to do that - smoking made his runs hell.

The person was kind enough to light the cigarette up for him and he thanked them. The cold night air was good at making him calm down.

But it didn’t help with the venom now coiling inside his chest. The resentment burned his throat with every long drag he took. How could he let this happen?

But he did try… or was the pathetic attempt at asking her out even worth calling ‘a try’, he was not so sure of it now. And he mentally kicked himself yet again.

The images of his most recent dream - not a vision, as he painfully found out today - flooded his mind. Her taunting grin turning into a grimace of pure bliss as his fingers pushed inside her, stretching her heat with slow strokes. How throaty his name sounded when his tongue swirled around her clit. How sated she was when he then enveloped his arms around her, brushing his fingers through her dishevelled hair. Watching it glint with green under his fingertips. How happy he felt, holding her like this. How he wished to stay in this dream forever.

He couldn’t have dreams like this anymore. He could not jerk off in the bathroom during breaks to her pictures no longer. As much he hated Cameron, this wouldn’t be right.

He needed to find something to make him get over her. Fast.

As if on cue, the door burst open and he threw the cigarette bud to the side. Thankfully, it was Ajax and not miss Thornhill, or worse, principal Weems.

“Yo, bro, I’ve been looking for you. But…” His best friend froze, looking at him thoughtfully. Or, as thoughtfully a clearly drunk and stoned person could do. “Can’t remember what for.”

Xavier hissed in mock hurt and they both chuckled.

“Wanna smoke?”

“Yeah. I could really use a hit right now.”

A content silence fell between them. Halfway through the joint, Ajax piped up again.

“Bianca was looking for you.”

Xavier stopped in the middle of the step towards the ashtray. An idea popped into his high mind. A crazy one for sure.

But trying was surely better than doing nothing.

-***-

He found Bianca near the entrance, as she was about to leave.

“Where in the hell were you–?”

“Hey,” he jogged up to her and blurted out, “about that asking me out thing from earlier. How about a date?”

She looked up at him, disbelief mixed with a pleasant surprise etched onto her face. Xavier watched her intently, his breath caught up in his throat.

“A date?” A smile lightened up her features and he couldn’t help but smile back. His mind was swimming.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” She stated, her piercing silver eyes trained on his. “Monday evening?”

“Sounds good.”

“Alright. See you then.” Bianca turned to leave. But before she went through the curtains, she looked back at him. “Text me when you’re available.”

He only nodded in response. A bittersweet taste coated his tongue, making him unable to voice anything now. He noticed Valerye, sitting at their table, alone, watching him in such a way he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Her hair glinted with green as the lights from the dancefloor glided over her head.

But with all his might, he did. She was out of his reach.

He had to move on.

And for the first time in a long time, he hoped things would work in his favour.

A/N: Knew I've forgotten something. @dumplingsjinson Sorry for tagging you so late. I've used one of the prompts, number 10 from here. Thank you for your service, beautiful bestie. 🖤

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe series #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe wednesday #Spotify

77 notes · View notes

baziutawrites · 1 year

Text

What goes around comes back around

Xavier Thorpe x Valerye Zamoyski (OFC)

Beginnings part 8

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] ...

Other Xav x Val fics through my Masterlist.

Summary: Some things awaken. Some too soon, some too late. Or maybe they're right on time? Even when it doesn't seem that way. A search for answers begins with a 'bang'.

Warnings: Smut. Angst. Recreational drug use (weed). Brief period talk.

Xavier sat in his art shed for what felt like forever. He could hear the distant sounds of the crickets chirping away in the settling darkness. His eyes stung, strained underneath the feeble light offered by the ancient lamp hanging overhead. He had told himself many times he would finally fix it but never seemed to get around to actually doing it. Always way too preoccupied with his current project.

He winced at the audible growling of his stomach. In his painting frenzy, he didn’t notice how long it was since he last ate. He was getting nauseous.

He locked himself up there before noon. Right after him and Valerye came back from Jericho. The silence that fell in between them on the ride to the Academy was still gnawing at his bones. It was stifling. He wanted to reach over to her, to hold her again, to feel her kiss him on top of his head just like she did underneath the mural.

It felt right that very moment, feeling her heartbeat, feeling understood.

But the brutal reality didn’t care about any of that. It didn’t care about what he wanted. It didn’t care about shit.

The longing he felt towards her every second spent with her burned in every fibre of his being. Pulled the air out of his lungs. It hurt with every touch, every passing brush of her skin on his. The realisation that the faint touch of her lips brought over him stabbed daggers through his heart. Because he knew she wasn’t for him. He was made sure of it during that god forsaken Rave’N dance.

She was with Cameron.

Picking up the paintbrush, he got completely lost in the art. Trying to numb his mind. Soothe his soul. He placed rushed, angry lines onto the canvas, not minding the splatters that covered his clothes. His chest heaving, flyaway hair around his temple, his fingers worked in a feverish precision. This was his way of pouring his thoughts and feelings out - the best way he knew - with frantic sketches and frenzied brush strokes.

He had to get her out of his head.

He didn't go to dinner, he didn't even go back when the last rays of sunshine began to disappear from the walls of his studio. Engulfing him in an eerie glow that seemed to concentrate on the painting before him. Almost bringing it to life, adding glimmer to the grey eyes, putting shadows in the hair he wanted to run his fingers through every time she was close.

He watched it, breathing heavily through his nostrils. A thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead, making him shiver in the cold evening air.

He couldn't do that anymore. He was supposed to move on and it wasn't even a day and he already fucked it up.

The paint, still wet, made the cover he threw over the canvas stick to it. It definitely smeared some of the lines, Xavier thought while he stashed the painting away, at the back of the shed, in between the rarely used equipment. He didn't want to have it out. He didn't want it to tempt him. It was enough.

Feeling lightheaded, his stomach in a knot, he locked the shed behind him. Tomorrow he had a date with Bianca. And he was going to make the most of it.

-***-

The following days felt weirder and weirder as the time went on.

Valerye knew there was something changing. Slowly but surely, she felt it creeping up on her; the feeling of the air shifting. As if there was something going on inside her, morphing, warping and then seeping through her skin, into the world around her.

At first, it started as something seemingly innocent. A few cramps here and there. A few painful stings throughout the body, through her mind. A migraine perhaps. Short lived, it can happen.

Then, the brain fog came. Thick and dense, it came in waves, enveloping her senses in the most inconvenient moments. Tuning out the outside world as if she was temporarily numb. Losing connection with reality. Daydreaming about nothing at all. But zoning out wasn't supposed to make you break out in hot sweat in the middle of the day.

"Sounds hormonal. You might be PMS-ing." Divina took a drag and passed the joint to Yoko. "I always get all weird and sweaty before my period."

Through a puff of smoke, Val shot the girlfriends a side glance.

"Well, about that…" She paused. "Technically, I'm not supposed to… like, at all. Not able to."

Her nails became quite an interesting area to pay attention to.

"But how?" Enid frowned. "I mean you were born with everything down there, like, a woman? A biological woman I mean, right? Because you didn't say you weren’t cis–"

"Enid!" Yoko hissed. Her red eyes followed Valerye's expression closely. She must've noticed the twitch in her jaw. But she waved her off. She felt she owed her friends at least a bit of an explanation.

"It is a– s family condition, let's call it that."

She could feel their eyes on her. Surprisingly sober eyes, despite the remnants of the joint still smoking in the ashtray.

"Having a baby is considered a miracle in my family. We have some… something in our bloodline that makes us mostly infertile. I have no idea what that is and why. But that's why I don't have many family members. Can't multiply I guess."

A few seconds of heavy silence fell between them. Valerye desperately tried to blink the stinging in her eyes away.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't–"

"No, it's okay. I mean, could you imagine what hell on earth would it be if there were more of me?"

A loud snort followed her words. Yoko groaned.

"God damn it, Val, I swear to gods. I'm gonna punch you one day for talking shit."

-***-

“Hey, you good?” Cameron swung his arm around her shoulders and brought her into a side hug as they made their way out of the Foreign classroom. “You seem awfully quiet recently.”

She only hummed in response, too preoccupied with the tall, lanky figure walking swiftly past them. God, why did he smell so good?

“Is it about Parents' Day?”

Valerye tore her eyes off from Bianca pecking Xavier on the cheek. Her stomach turned.

"Uh, yeah. My mum is… not exactly peachy, let's put it that way."

"Uh-huh. And that's all that clearly bothers you?"

Cameron watched her like a hawk since all of this started. Not that he usually wasn't - but there was something odd about his behaviour now. Almost as if he listened intently in between her words. Trying to catch something in between the lines and also whenever she wasn't talking. And he must have found something he was looking for, given the way he smirked under his nose.

"What else should I be bothered about, oh my insightful companion? Maybe about the conspiracy that goes behind my back, hm?"

Him and Yoko seemed to have been on a mission of sorts. Whispering to each other, stealing glances towards Val. They've been stopping their conversations abruptly whenever someone came within earshot. Suspiciously, whenever it was her who came near them.

"I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about." Cameron shot her a big, fangy smile that only proved her point.

"Fucker." She grumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"Love ya too, V."

A loud thud sounded somewhere behind them. They turned, only to see a whirl of long hair. Xavier bent down to pick up a book that slipped out of his grasp, before anyone could help him. He didn't even look at them when he passed them. Clutching the sketchbook close to his stomach.

The sketchbook she gave him.

-***-

Divina was right.

But the thing is, she was not supposed to bleed. At least not this early.

They usually got one or two shots at this. And nothing more.

She needed to find an explanation. A way to postpone this. A way to stop this, to make her body wait for the right time and the right place. A right person.

She wanted to have a choice.

If her mother wasn't going to give her a good explanation soon, she would have to take the matters into her own hands. You don't have access to an ancient library, just to get wasted there, away from prying eyes.

But Bianca might have an issue with her snooping around there after meeting hours. Thing is, she seemed to have a growing issue with her mere presence.

They never were the best of friends but they got along just fine. That was, until after the Rave'N dance. Until she went out with him.

A hot rush of shivers ran through her body. A knot tied inside her stomach, making her shift her hips, looking for some friction. She could feel her cheeks heat up when Rowan looked at her quizzically from over the Botany textbook.

"Itchy. New cream."

Thank goodness he was a bit off since he came back from sick leave. He was unusually quiet, even for himself. Frantically leafing through some progressively more and more dusty books, as if he too was searching for something. Something he didn't want to share. It took the attention away from her.

However, his shifty demeanour didn't go unnoticed.

"He has some health related leaves quite often. It's not the first time." Xavier stated when asked about the matter during one of the lunch breaks. He stared at Rowan's back, when he once again excused himself from the table. “But to be honest, he seemed to be getting weirder recently. Dunno, he rarely tells anyone anything…”

And there was him. Xavier Thorpe. Her friend. Her Foreign Beasts and Legends partner. A person that seemed to occupy her mind far beyond what should be considered normal, even for a best friend.

She often caught herself wanting his hands on her. Wanting to feel his charcoal stained fingers on her neck. Her neck. Out of all the goddamn places they could be. Wanting him not to pull away whenever her palm rested on his for a bit longer. She now could even pick up on the smell that lingered around him in the corridors. Making the butterflies go into a frenzy.

It seemed as if they had settled in there for good.

-***-

Valerye never thought that the pent up sexual frustration would be so abysmally difficult to deal with. Throughout the weeks, it grew and flashed through her bones in the most inconvenient moments.

The hormonal changes, yes, that was expected. But the part about the sudden and overwhelming hot flashes and visible shivers? Combined with an almost unbearable urge to deal with the heat pooling in her core at random times? That seemed to be a bit much, even for a hormonal young woman.

A fleeting thought passed through her mind. They didn't cover her kind in the Foreign Beings and Legends just yet but something was telling her it could have something to do with forces outside of the normal bodily functions.

She had to look for something in the Nightshades' Library later. She wasn't going to wait around for her mother to finally answer her phone calls.

Her palm found its way to her panties and she hissed at the wet spot that formed there when she pressed her fingers down. The heat she felt was soul consuming. She swore if she saw anyone in her dorm room right now she would pounce on them in an instant. Thankfully, Yoko was out at the fencing practice and wouldn't come back for more than an hour.

Val just hoped an hour would be enough to release the burning she felt in her veins.

She let out a stifled moan when she rubbed herself in slow but firm circles. With her legs wide, knees bent, she couldn't help but thrust her hips up into her palm. The pressure didn't seem to be enough and she let out a desperate, angered cry. Why was she feeling this way?

She rolled over onto her stomach, her mind acting on it's own. With fumbling hands, Val bunched up a pillow and stuffed it in between her legs. Pressing her pussy right on top of it and moaned when the hardener material dug into her clothed clit. The wave of burning hot pleasure it sent up and down her spine was addicting.

Her hips moved, setting an erratic pace and she flew down onto the sheets, grabbing at the edge of her mattress to get more leverage. Every roll of her hips, every stroke of the pillow on her swollen cunt made the lewd, wet sounds louder, more prominent in between her panting. She felt how much she flooded her underwear by now - but she was far from done.

The delicious pressure inside her was growing at a painfully slow pace, despite the urgency in her movements. A thin sheen of sweat now covered her body, making her t-shirt cling to her back. She tore it off, angry at the distraction. She had to focus if she wanted to cum within the goddamn hour she had left.

Huffing, she went to lay down once again and pressed her eyes shut. She pressed down onto the pillow more and rolled her hips again. The slick that covered the entirety of the material now made her glide against it with ease, sending waves after waves of electricity through her bones. An image of a man's hips, narrow and slim, popped up in her mind's eye and the knot tightened wonderfully in her abdomen. The jeans she now saw underneath her looked oddly familiar but she brushed it aside. It felt wonderful to imagine it.

With the slim build and the long and lanky thighs she now pictured underneath her, she came, rutting over the pillow as if she was grinding on top of the man's jean covered bulge. Soft, desperate moans now sounded in the overall quiet dorm room as she came, clenching hard on nothing, wishing that the large palms would be gripping her hips tight, pressing her down onto the clothed cock, hard.

She didn't stop. The new amount of slick flooded out of her fluttering but empty hole and she wailed in exasperation. It wasn't enough. She wanted more. She had to get more.

She reached to her bedside table and fished out a box, where she kept her dildo. If this didn't work, she would absolutely bite someone's head off tomorrow.

She pulled the soaked material of her underwear to the side. Her cheeks flushed even more at the sight of a large wet spot she left after grinding on the pillow. But as soon as she pressed the tip of the toy against her entrance, every bashful thought flew right out of her mind. A man was underneath her yet again, his large palms groping her hips. His plump lips parted, begging her to have him inside of her in a quiet whisper that, once again, sounded oddly familiar.

She moaned loudly as the dildo slid inside her entirely with ease, making a wet, squelching sound. The slight stretch was mind numbingly good. She spread her legs wider, as if she straddled the imaginary, narrow hips once again and pressed her clit over the pillow, right where the wet stain was. She bucked her hips and her brain short-circuited at the overbearing sensations the penetration provided with the sweet pressure on her sensitive nub.

But when she moved, she couldn't help herself anymore. The feeling of the dildo gliding in and out of her as she rutted the pillow made her moan like crazy. The slick kept gushing out of her, making it so wonderful to rub herself with the material. She could feel the orgasm coming again and the man's fingers dug into her hips desperately.

"Yes, baby, cum on me." His voice breathy, sounded inside her mind and she let out a strangled whine once again, clenching around the hard dildo. "I want you, Val."

The green eyes looked up from underneath her with such desperation she couldn't bear it anymore. Another release hit her like a speeding truck, shaking through her with such a force she saw stars.

"Oh fuck, Xavier–"

His eyebrows scrunched in a pained pleasure. A slur of praise fell from his plump, full lips as his chiselled jaw clenched. His big hands rocked her finally sated body against his through the aftershocks.

She panted through her nose, trying to steady her erratic breathing, as the realisation now hit her, still having the mental image of him underneath her, inside her.

She came hard, imagining Xavier fucking her.

Xavier Thorpe.

Her friend.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier smut #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier angst

34 notes · View notes

baziutawrites · 1 year

Text

A dream of the past

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC (Valerye Zamoyski)

Beginnings part 7

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Other smut fics through my Masterlist.

Summary: Oh, how the tables have turned.

Warnings: Slow burn. Angst and bits of fluff. Missed signals, miscommunication. Two oblivious idiots idioting some more. Xavier being sad. Therapy session written by a non-therapist.

A/N: I have found a face claim for Valerye! It is perfect for the bone structure I had in mind for her but I am now so nervous to share it, ugh.

Valerye rarely dreamed at night. And whenever she did, which happened sporadically, she didn’t remember much. The feelings that they left, however, were the only indication she did dream about something.

Since the fateful day that caused her family to seek shelter across the ocean, she only dreamed twice. Both times caused her to jolt upright with a scream in the middle of the night, startling Yoko out of her dazed night-time state.

With how much her heart pounded in her chest, sweat dripped down her back and face, getting into her eyes, she knew the dreams were not pleasant in the slightest. Her throat, tight and dry, clamped shut at any attempt to tell Yoko she was fine, that she didn’t want to talk about it, or even lie and say she didn’t know what the nightmare was about.

She knew perfectly well. And didn’t want to remember that.

To say Valerye was surprised to wake up with an entirely different tightness in her chest the night after the Rave’N would be an understatement. To add to the confusion, she saw snippets from her dream swim in front of her eyes as she recalled the entirety of it. Piece by piece.

The lights were dimmed now. She swayed slowly, in tune to the music that now caused lone people to scatter back to their tables, hidden in between the plants. Thornhill really outdid herself with the theme for the dance.

She felt a pair of large palms snake their way to her waist in a delicate, almost featherlight manner. As if the owner was scared she was going to disappear if they moved too fast.

“Care to dance with me?” A low voice rang in her ear.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, she shivered. The goosebumps erupted on her exposed arms, as the scent of the cologne she liked so much reached her nose. She closed her eyes ever so slightly and breathed in.

The familiarity of this person made her feel safe.

“Would love to.”

She turned around to meet Xavier’s gaze, half-lidded and warm. His hands brought her closer to him, making Val rest her arms around his neck. She pressed herself into his chest. Feeling the hardness of his torso underneath his dress shirt, when he dipped his head to rest against her temple. It felt as if they were drifting, alone but together, carried by the slow music around them.

She had to do everything in her power not to glide her arms down Xavier’s shoulders. Not to slide her fingers against the lines of his neck and into his perfectly tied bun. Not to cup his cheek, not to feel the smoothly shaved skin of his sharp jaw. Not to press her thumb against his plump lips. Not to turn his head down and bring his face to hers, not to feel his hot breath against her.

But she did.

“What took you so long?” Val whispered into his mouth and her voice stuttered. Xavier’s hands slid up along the line of her back, only to rest at the nape of her neck. She could feel her stomach tighten. Her face flushed at the delicate tugs he now made on the loose strands of her hair. It sent shivers straight to her very core.

“You’re quite… intimidating.”

His eyes dark with how much his pupils were blown out under the dim lights showed determination. She could almost taste him, he was so close. His forehead rested on hers.

“Even now?”

“Especially now.”

He dipped his head lower and brushed his full lips against the corner of her mouth, only to turn slightly and do the same against her lips. And Valerye could swear the world has stopped.

She now laid in her bed, playing out the scene over and over again in her mind’s eye. Remnants of sleep long gone. In its place, a low burning heat formed in her chest, creeping up her cheeks and down her thighs.

“What the fuck?”

From the other side of the room, Yoko snorted loudly.

.***.

Fuck the commute on Sundays.

Val was almost late for her appointment with Dr Kinbott again. The dazed feeling she woke up with accompanied her the entire morning. The dream, the god forsaken dream, flashing before her eyes, over and over again as she tried and failed to make sense of it.

It got so bad she kept losing her train of thoughts during the therapy session at every mention of Xavier’s name.

It didn’t go unnoticed.

“You’re particularly distracted today.”

“Hm?” Valerye blinked. She zoned out again. Shit. “Oh, I’m sorry. What was the question?”

“I feel like you have a lot on your mind.”

She shrugged. No way in hell was she going to tell her about her dream. Tell anyone at that. It was just that - a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing to fuss about. Nothing to ponder, nothing to try and make sense of–

“I asked, what do you feel about the events that took place during the Outreach Day now.”

This again.

“Nothing has changed since the last time you’ve asked.” The words came out harsher than she anticipated, so she added quickly, “I still feel it is unjust, the whole shtick. It was blown out of proportion. I didn’t even touch them. They were the ones… they hurt– him.”

“Xavier, you mean.” Dr Kinbott scribbled in her notepad. “You’re still angry about it. About him.”

“How can I not be? They’re the ones that beat him up so bad he ended up in a hospital for a goddamn week.”

“It is not that you shouldn’t be angry. The question is, do you accept the fact that you’re angry? Allow yourself to feel it and–?”

“And get thrown out of the school if I show again? No thank you.” Val scoffed.

“Or maybe you feel angry because your actions were perceived as reckless? Let me finish,” the therapist added, seeing how Val shifted in her seat again. “I am not judging you. In fact, I think you have made a rightful decision there. But I also think you didn’t think about yourself, about your own safety, at all. You could have gotten hurt.”

“You sound just like him.” Val murmured.

“Maybe Mr Thorpe is right then?”

Valerye pursed her lips into a thin line.

“I… I just… couldn’t stand there and watch him get hurt. When he did nothing wrong.” The ring on her finger looked very interesting all of the sudden.

“And now you feel angry because what you did wasn’t wrong either. But you now get ‘hurt’ because of that. How does it sound to you?”

“It… could be.” Val hesitated. She could feel the conversation was about to steer into some territory she didn’t want to get into.

“It is normal to want to protect those who mean a lot to us.” A slight smile curled Dr Kinbott’s lips. “I know he does. I see the way you speak about him. But you must not forget about yourself here, Valerye.”

A strange sort of sensation blossomed in her chest. The world was so hellbent on circling back to Xavier today it seemed. Her dream, as if on cue, rose to the surface once again and she had to shake her head instantly. She couldn’t get distracted again.

“Maybe I am wrong.” The therapist broke the silence first. “And correct me if I am but I’m thinking whether something similar might have happened before. Given how much this affected you.”

She eyed Valerye’s stiffening form. She was now picking her words carefully, weighing them before speaking.

“That you might’ve been trying to… sort of, make amends for something that happened, or you feel should’ve happened. Make things right. Make things just.”

It was almost as if her blood was slowly curdling in her insides. Freezing her in her spot. The words slowly reached her, muffled, as if she was going underwater. Did Kinbott know about the reason they had to run away? Did she know about that evening, that fucking evening, when she royally fucked everything up?

That she was the sole reason for this whole goddamn ordeal?

“Did Weems tell–”

The words caught up in a low growl. A wave of fresh, burning anger exploded in her throat. How could she tell anyone? Shame trickled down its sticky droplets into her mind too, it constricted her lungs as if she breathed in a mouthful of ash from over a roaring fire. The memories of the days before she had to start packing her things threatened to burst through the walls she carefully surrounded them with.

She didn’t notice the changes that ripped through her body before it was too late to stop them.

Blackened fingers gripped the edges of the armchair, digging the now elongated black nails into the soft material, ripping it in places. Her body, her bones felt way too sharp, too jagged on the edges, yet they didn’t cut through her skin. But her flesh showed it. Showed the unnatural but still eerily human shapes of her form now unfolding in the middle of Kinbott’s office.

Her face burned as if she stuck it into a fireplace. Her eyes felt as if they were melting, dissolving inside their sockets. A sudden taste of blood startled her right before she felt and heard the needle-sharp teeth force their way out of her gums. It all hurt so much she wanted to scream.

But as quickly as it started, it all went away. Leaving Valerye breathless with the remnants of screams stuck in her throat. It took her a second to gather herself, to realise what just happened. She looked around frantically and her eyes landed on the woman in front of her.

Dr Kinbott was leaning back in her chair, gripping the edges of her seat. A flash of fear showed on her features before she composed herself. But it was enough for Valerye to understand. She lost control yet again.

And she was scared of her.

“I– I will take that as a yes.” Her shaky voice made Val want to disappear right then and there.

“I’m sorry, I– I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t mean to.”

“This is a safe space. You are allowed to be yourself here, Valerye. No matter how… How it is going to– to be.”

She felt dirty and disgusting. As if she let something vile out, something that was not supposed to see the light of the day in its full form. Not again. Never again.

She let that happen once before. And it was one time too many.

“It just took me by surprise.”

It surprised her as well. It was almost as if history wanted to repeat itself.

“You are here to learn what causes it, how it works, and learn how to control it. And I am here to help you along the way.”

Valerye couldn’t bear to look the therapist in the eye. She didn’t want to see the fear in her face.

Dr Kinbott sighed and stood up, indicating that their time was up, making Val stand up as well. Her legs felt like jello.

“We will continue this next session. If you feel you need to see me sooner than next week, go see Ms Weems, she will set an appointment for you.”

“I see the topic is hard for you.” Dr Kinbott added when they were by the door. “And I understand that unpacking it is going to be a very rough experience. But remember, you are always welcome here to try.”

.***.

She was so lost in her thoughts she walked into a tall figure right outside, stepping on their toes in the process.

“Ouch! Oh, hi.” Xavier chuckled, grabbing her arms to steady her as she took a step back and lost her footing.

The touch sent waves of warmth down her back. His face was hovering inches over hers. Making an absolute swarm of butterflies erupt in her stomach. He touched her many times and she never reacted this way to his presence before. Maybe it wasn’t that, maybe she was just hungry? He did smell a bit like coffee, underneath all the acrylic paint smell. He must’ve painted something right before he came here. She also caught a whiff of something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. But it smelled really nice. Maybe it was his shampoo? His hair looked really nice today, so. And his eyes, just like in her dream. She never paid any attention to how interesting the colour was. Wait. Why was she thinking about this now, out of all the moments?

Why was she staring at him like a dumbass, blinking up at him without a single word? He smirked at her, clearly amused by her silence. His lips were seriously just as full as in her dream. She had to scramble for anything to say, so she wouldn’t just gawk at her friend like a dumbass but he beat her to it.

“See something you like?”

“Hi.” She almost jumped out of his reach. Her voice was so goddamn squeaky she felt heat creep up her neck. She busied herself with fixing her jacket, trying to hide her pink cheeks. “Ah, didn’t notice you there.”

“Well, I most certainly did notice you.” A slight scowl appeared on his face. She thought she saw a glint of sadness in there for a second, before he bit his cheek. “Especially when you almost walked all over me. You know, quite literally?”

“Have you thought about growing a little then, maybe? So that people would be able to see you better.” She quipped back, jabbing him in the stomach, making him smile.

She liked it when he smiled.

“Oh look, the absolute giantess has spoken. How is the weather down there, big guy?” He stepped in front of her, straightening his back. A shit eating grin stretching his soft looking lips. “What? Can’t hear you from all the way down there, from the ground level.”

He positively towered over her when he wasn’t slouching. And it sent electricity down her spine, right to her very core, startling her even more. It’s not like she has never seen him do that before.

She had to crane her neck to look him up in the face, pulling one at him, praying that he wouldn’t hear her frantic heartbeat. One move and it would be just like in her dream. Just one move, one pull of his denim jacket and he would be down to her level once again…

“I’ve warmed up the seat for you.”

“Well, thank you for your kind act of service.” He snorted, tugging a lone strand of her hair behind her ear. But then he pulled his hand back so fast, as if she burned him, startling both of them.

“Got to go. Can’t be late again.”

She came back to her senses just as he was about to close the door behind him.

“I’m gonna be at Weathervane. And I, uh, would love you to join me. If you want to, of course.”

His gaze softened a little.

“Will meet you there. But, please, don’t make me sit there.”

“Won’t. Pinky promise.”

“A walk would be nice.” He added and grabbed the door handle again. He had really pretty hands. “I’ll text you when I’m off.”

What in the world was going on with her mind today?

.***.

Be there in a few.

If someone was to tell her she would get fidgety because of a simple text message just a few days ago, she would laugh at them. Yet, she was far from laughing now.

However, it provided a great distraction. Although similar in being frustrating, it pulled her mind away from the memories she thought would stay buried in the past, even if it was for just a minute.

Every time the door opened, the ring of the bell made her jump. After what felt like a fifteenth time, she downed the cold coffee in one gulp and went to the cash register to get anything other than liquid. She couldn't stand just sitting there, waiting.

"That's on me."

She almost dropped the paper bag and cursed under her breath. She swore Xavier materialised out of thin air. Her heart must’ve done a full blown somersault with how hard it skipped.

"Feeling charitable?"

"A little." He gave her a small smile and Val couldn't help but stare at his lips again. "But I also owe you one. Shouldn't have any 'unfinished business' left, in Kinbott's words."

He turned to order. He didn't notice how her face fell. That was an odd choice of words on his part, she thought.

They got out of the café just as the morning crowd started to thicken.

The air nipped at her uncovered skin. She thanked whatever gods were out there in charge of the weather today. Her flushed face wouldn't look that suspicious now.

They set off in the direction of the town’s square. A few stands were open there, with little trinkets and knick knacks so ridiculous they could not just simply walk away without trying at least half of them out.

She didn’t want it to end. It was such a nice distraction from everything going on with her powers. Being with Xavier always brought her joy and today was no different. Even if with every laugh that escaped his lips, with every little scrunch of his eyes when he smiled down at her, with every small brush of his hand on her, the butterflies in her stomach were going feral. If this continued, she would down an entire stock of Thornhill's pesticides, she thought. She had trouble thinking straight when it happened.

But she couldn't help but reciprocate his tiny gestures. Feeding the stupid swarm more and more.

It was nearing midday when they were about to finish their lap around town. They were in a bit of a rush, tired and hungry, talking animatedly about a new addition at the Uriah’s Heap storefront, when Xavier stopped suddenly mid sentence. His features hardened. The paper cup he was still holding crinkled and crumpled in his shaky fist.

Valerye looked over his shoulders to see what got him so tense, only to see the mural - or what was left of it.

It was absolutely trashed. Large splatters of brown and black obstructed most of the painting, making it completely unrecognisable. Her eyes travelled down, only to stop at the bottom of the wall. The splashes looked suspiciously like dried blood that was half-heartedly scrubbed from the semi-dry surface. It ignited a bile like burning in her chest, the very same she felt that fateful day.

No one even thought of doing the job properly, as if they didn't care if the clear evidence was still out in the open. Right in the middle of the fucking town. Right outside the busy café.

It was disgusting.

She reached for Xavier’s shoulder, only to have him flinch. His head snapped to her, almost as if he expected a blow to land there in place of her gentle touch. She could see his face; he could barely hide the sadness that settled itself in the creases of his forehead. His fingers absentmindedly went to rub his jaw. Right where she remembered the punches fell.

She weaved her fingers in between his, pulling his palm away from his face. Pulling him away from this place, trying to do the same with his thoughts. But he wouldn’t budge.

“Xavier, come…”

His eyes were glued to the wall.

"It– It's so– fucking fuck."

He hid his face in his hand, his breathing becoming more and more shallow, just as his shoulders started to shake.

Without a second thought, she pulled him into a tight hug. His arms flew around her waist in an instant, almost crushing her ribs. But Val didn't mind. Hearing the quiet sniffles in her ear, she felt her own eyes water. It was heartbreaking to see him like this again.

"I hate feeling like this." Xavier’s voice was so broken, so full of pain. "I hate feeling so helpless. So weak. I couldn't even stand up for a fucking painting. And I wanted to do a good job. A fucking good job. That's all I wanted."

"I know. I know, love. It's okay now. You did an amazing job." She said, stroking his head lightly. Desperate to calm him down. He pressed more into her, hiding his face in her hair.

She felt dampness on the side of her neck and her voice trembled with barely contained fury when she continued.

"It is gonna get better. I know it is."

Regret filled her, that she didn't actually do those things the fuckers accused her of. Because if any of them would show up now, she would rip them apart. She wouldn’t care to truly show them her true colours this time. And she would reel in the fear it would bring them.

She pressed her mouth to his temple, placing a delicate, lingering kiss there. He leaned into it before freezing. Her stomach dropped. Did she take it too far now?

He pulled away, his hands still on her waist. He seemed to look for something in her face. Look for an answer to a question she didn’t know the words of. And her confusion seemed to sober Xavier up because he let go of her and stepped back in an instant. Trying to put as much distance between them, his expression turning unreadable, just as his voice.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. You have a bo– ah, nevermind. Look, there's the bus coming.”

“Xavier, what do you–?”

He didn't even look her in the eye now and she didn’t know what she did wrong. The place where his hands have been felt so cold.

"We should go back."

She wanted his arms back around her so bad. Because that is what friends want. Just to hold each other.

Just to be close.

Right?

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #xavier thorpe series #slow burn #friends to lovers #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier fluff #xavier angst #xavier fanfic #wednesday series fanfiction #wednesday series fluff #wednesday series angst #Spotify

33 notes · View notes

baziutawrites · 2 years

Text

Too little, too late

Xavier Thorpe x Female OC (Valerye Zamoyski)

Beginnings part 5

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Other smut fics through my Masterlist.

Summary: Xavier gets braver. But will this be enough this late?

Warnings I guess: Fluff, angst, missed signals, miscommunication. Bit of smut. Slow burn. Two oblivious idiots back at it again.

"Val! Bianca!" Yoko and Enid ran towards them, their Pilgrim costumes askew.

They pushed their way through the crowd that was now thinning. The ambulance lights were gradually getting smaller and smaller, vanishing in the distance.

"What happened? Why is there blood all over the place? Oh my god I am feeling nauseous."

"Where is Xavier?" Principal Weems turned her head towards the shouting, her face hard as stone.

She was talking with the town's sheriff and it seemed she didn't like the words she was hearing from him. There was also something in her eyes that told Val there could be trouble.

One of the boys that assaulted Xavier was apparently the Mayor's son. The other one, the one who harassed her at the cafe, Tyler, was the sheriff's son.

The resemblance now undeniable, as he stood next to the officer. Leaning casually against the car with a lazy smirk plastered across his face.

His eyes followed Weems and Val thought she saw his smile falter a little, when he saw her looking directly at him. If she could, she would spit at him. But then it would not be 'improving the relations' any further.

She smiled bitterly at the way Tyler flinched under her heavy stare. She turned back towards the girls. Divina was now at their side too, along with Cameron and Kent.

"Why there is blood all over your apron?" This was going to be a long evening.

***

Yoko stood with Valerye on the balcony of their dorm room, leaning over the railing, a cigarette in her mouth.

Her glasses were off and she rubbed at her eyes. Tired after the abysmal day and not giving a shit about the eyeliner still lining her eyelids.

"But why would they do that?" She asked for the fifth time since they got back to their dorm. And for the fifth time Val answered, after puffing out a cloud of smoke into the cold night air.

"Have no clue. Bunch of shitheads."

"Thank gods you noticed. I can't imagine how far they would've gone…"

Val swallowed thickly. She could still sense the coppery smell of blood, almost as if it bit into her hair and skin. It made her shiver at the memory of Xavier's bruised face.

"How did you manage to scare them off?" Yoko looked at her, a curious look in her eyes. "No offence but you don't look particularly intimidating."

That was the question Val dreaded the most. She remained silent, frantically scrambling for some sort of an explanation. When she didn't answer, Yoko continued.

"Bianca said something about them screaming when they saw you. Something about you looking like a demon? And she swore she saw your hands being black?"

"Must've smeared them in paint by accident." Val mumbled and took a long drag to buy her some time.

It didn't work.

"You still didn't answer me."

Val couldn't bear to look Yoko in the eyes now. She could feel her friend getting annoyed at her.

"Look, whatever is going on with you right now, I get that you might not want to talk about it. I get it. But don't lie to me."

Val's eyes snapped up to Yoko's face. Val could still see the annoyance that hardened Yoko's features. Even with her usual emotionless mask on.

She was about to say something. Deny the truth further.

There was a loud knock on the door and Ms. Thornhill's muffled voice sounded inside their dorm.

"Girls? Open up."

They both scrambled frantically to put out their cigarettes. Tipping the ashtray over the balcony. Val pushed the incriminating items into the mouth of the Gargoyal on the side railing. Yoko went to answer the door. The red haired dorm 'mum' stood in the doorway. Eyes following Valerye's clumsy attempts to step inside over the windowsill.

"You were not smoking now, were you… no, on the second thought, don't answer. Today I do not want to know." She gave them a reassuring smile.

She always made Val a bit uneasy with her mannerisms. She couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly caused her to feel this way.

Miss Thornhill's features turned into a solemn expression, her gaze focused on Val now. "Miss Zamoyski, the Principal wants to see you in her office."

"Now?"

"Yes. Now come."

Val exchanged confused looks with Yoko. Before she could say anything, Miss Thornhill put her hand around Val. Steering her out of the room and into the cool air of the Ophelia hall.

***

The Principal's office would have been quite pleasant, if it wasn't for the reason Val was brought there. The warm glow of the fireplace bathed the rooms surfaces in soft flickering light.

"Thank you, Miss Thornhill. You can leave now."

There was the uneasy feeling again. Crawling up her neck and into her head, making her mind race with endless excuses. When the door clicked behind Ms Thornhill, Weems turned towards her. She studyed Val from behind the desk.

"I think you know why I brought you here?"

Val felt a lump form in her throat. The worry must had shown, because Weems's face softened, her red lips no longer forming a thin line. She sighed and gestured towards the chair on the other side.

"Sit."

"How is he?" Val complied, perching herself stiffly on the edge of the seat, her voice small.

She felt hot and cold at the same time, shivers running up and down her arms.

"Mr Thorpe is to make a swift recovery but to make sure, he will stay at the hospital for a few days for some further testing."

It didn't make Val feel any better. In fact, she felt even more worried.

"If he's okay, why does he need to stay there? He didn't look any sort of okay when they took him."

"I appreciate your concern about your classmate but I assure you he is in good hands right now."

"But–"

"Miss Zamoyski," The principal now straightened, her face turning stern again. "Mr Thorpe's condition is not what I want to discuss with you tonight."

It was Val's turn to press her lips together into a tight line, her jaw clenched. The looming sense of dread she had felt when Miss Thornhill swept her from her dorm room returned. It seeped into her body, tensing almost every muscle.

She knew perfectly well what's to come but it didn't make it any easier to sit there and wait for it.

"I assume you are aware by now, of the accusations the four boys put through regarding your behaviour tonight?"

"My behaviour?" Anger suddenly ignited in her chest.

Was Weems out of her mind? Did she not see what they did to Xavier?

"They all claim they've been a subject of your assault by using your particular… powers." Weems talked over her, a warning lacing her tone now.

"They all claim to seeing you transform into 'a demon' of sorts."

Val couldn't help but snort, shaking her head, but froze the second the principal continued. Her voice steely now.

"Do you realise the severity of those accusations? Considering your and your family's current situation? Especially when they all claim to have seen the very same thing. Very damning, very specific type of thing."

The colour drained from Val's face. The hard reality of the situation crashed over her finally. She felt as if an iron fist grabbed and squeezed her lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

The sole reason they had to move - to run away - in the first place, was the exact thing that was threatening to unveil right here, right now.

All this because of her not being able to control herself. The threat of their true identity being revealed again was dangerously real right now.

"I managed to convince the sheriff not to press charges against the school. Convinced him the boys must have seen something else. That you are most certainly not any of the sort they were accusing you to be."

"Thank you." Val let out a shaky breath.

"But I cannot let this incident pass without taking any precautions. There is only one option I feel should be executed."

"Y-you're not gonna expel me, are you? Please, Miss, I–"

"I've already spoken with your mother about the incident. We both agreed that enrolling you into a therapy program would help you get a better grasp of your emotions. To minimise the chances of this to happen in the future." Weems stood up from her desk, her tall figure moving towards Valerye, still and dumbstruck.

She put a hand on her shoulder in a surprisingly soft way that made Val look up at her.

"Valerye, I cannot help you if you do not do anything you can to help yourself first. I promised your mother I will not tell a single soul about what you have going on. But I need you to help me keep that promise."

***

During the week Xavier was hospitalised, Val and the rest of the Nightshades visited him twice. The first time was the very next day after he got admitted. They brought him food from the local restaurant. It turned out he could not eat most of it due to the pain in his jaw, where he received one of the punches.

They resorted to sharing it, making Xavier eat tiny bites that they pushed into his barely open mouth despite his weak protests.

One piece almost made him choke when he laughed at Kent and Divina retelling their story about their assignment at the most popular dress shop in town.

It resulted in them being politely thrown out of the hospital as the nurse then came in and scolded them for making a racket.

For the entire time, Val fought with her thoughts, as she watched Xavier's bruised and still swollen face contort into the smile she so loved to see on him only to change into a wince as he hissed in pain whenever his face stretched into a grin. A grin that made her pulse quicken, as she caught herself absentmindedly reach towards Xavier's face to brush his hair out of it.

What in the heavens was going on with her?

She had to excuse herself to the bathroom. She couldn't lose her composure, not again, not with all those who were important to her.

Her hands gripped the sink so tight her knuckles turned white as she looked herself in the face in the mirror. Entirely black eyes stared back at her, dark, pitiless and terrifyingly empty.

"Get a grip, Val. Get a fucking grip." She snarled towards her reflection. She was shocked to feel the piercing hot pain in her mouth, as her gums felt as if they were on fire.

As if something was just underneath the surface, ready to spring out.

The faint taste of copper coated her tongue and she gasped, pushing herself away from the sink. The sensation bringing her back to her normal senses. That was it. She could not stay there any longer. She had to get out, she couldn't stay.

Not in this state, not when the fleeting control she had over her form seemed to slip away from her at the highest speed possible. Not when this thing she felt whenever she was with Xavier happened… whatever it was.

Not when her family's safety was so close to being threatened again.

"Fuck this," she whispered, grabbing a sketchbook she bought for Xavier this morning. It was an idea to give the artist some of his normalcy back. Now, her heart thumped in her chest at the mere thought of him smiling at her because of that.

He was her friend, for fucks sake.

It could wait. She would get out, say her goodbyes from near the door and wait for the rest of them at the foot of the main stairs.

She leftthe bathroom and was met with empty chairs where the rest of the group was sitting just moments before. Xavier's head jerked up towards her with a start.

"Val," he sounded genuinely surprised to see her there but his face immediately lightened up, only for him to wince when pain shot through just jaw.

"You're still here? I thought you've left before the rest did."

Val pointed behind her back towards the bathroom with a sheepish smile.

"Had to use the… wait, why did they leave?"

"Got kicked out for being too loud, the nurse got pretty pissed. Tried to sweet talk her out of it but I guess my new look does not add to my charisma much." Xavier gestured towards his face with the bandaged arm and let out a dry chuckle.

"I haven't thanked you yet. For not letting them rearrange the other half as well."

"Don't mention it."

"But you didn't have to intervene. Shouldn't, in fact."

"What do you mean, shouldn't? Was I supposed to sit back and watch them beat you up into a pulp?" Val snapped, moving towards the bed. "Do you even hear yourself?"

"Yeah, I do." It was his turn to huff now. "You shouldn't have come. You could've gotten hurt. I should've taken them by myself."

"Xavier," Val sat on the bed and leaned over his legs to get a better look at his face. "There were four of them. Four. Against one."

Xavier opened his mouth to speak. He wanted to argue but no words came out.

Val's hand was on his bruised cheek, tracing her fingers delicately over the purple skin. The unexpected touch stupefied him. He watched her grey eyes, full of worry, glide over his bruises and it made him feel even more guilty.

It wasn't her fault he was like this.

"I hate them." Her voice low, tethered on the verge of anger.

He could feel it, just underneath the surface. It caused shivers to run down the back of his neck.

"I hate them for this."

"That's how it goes around here. Sheriff and Mayor's sons for you." He thought he caught a glimpse of her eyes darkening but she lowered her gaze before he could take a better look.

Her hand fell back onto her lap and he frowned at the sudden loss of contact.

"It's not right." She whispered.

He just shrugged.

"Not the first time, deffo not the last too." He knew there was nothing more they could do about it.

Their fathers would do anything in their power to sweep the case under the rug, as they always did. His own father would do absolutely nothing about this as well. He never took any notice of any of Xavier’s issues, especially the ones that would "taint" his pristine image.

He felt something press against his stomach. It was a sketchbook, and a new one at that. The one he talked about buying for the past month but somehow never got around to do it.

"Instead of flowers." Val smiled at him. "Can't risk you sneezing yourself to your grave in this state."

He snorted, trying hard not to smile. He opened it and on the first page there was a 'get well soon' scribbled in her loopy handwriting. A tiny heart adorned the corner where her name was.

"Hope it helps you take your mind off of things."

"Thank you… but I kinda have a bit of a setback." He raised his injured hand.

"Well, you said you wanted to practise with the other hand. Perfect opportunity if you ask me."

He felt warmth settle in his chest at her words. He did say that once, in passing, and he didn't expect her to remember it. Val put a set of pencils on his bedside table.

"I should get going. I think the nurse noticed me and she doesn't look happy." She whispered as she got up from the bed.

Xavier felt cold where her thigh was pressing against his. Before he could think about how much he wanted her back against his skin, he felt her lips press against his uninjured cheek.

His brain froze.

They were warm, soft, and a little dry. She had never kissed him before.

It was short, but it was enough for him to blush furiously. His skin tingled, the outline of her lips now imprinted in his memory.

He barely registered her saying goodbye and before he knew it, she was gone.

***

Valerye let out a long sigh. The first therapy session was now over. And it went abysmally bad.

Dr Kinbott had the utmost misfortune of being the first therapist Val has ever seen.

An entire session went by with Dr Kinbott trying and failing to reassure Val that her office was a safe space. That she could talk about everything she needed and wanted to. That she was someone she could trust. It seemed to be working, until the therapist confirmed what she had already expected.

"Principal Weems told me about your situation."

The rest of the words were drowned out by a loud ringing in her ears. It still hasn't subsided, even though Val was already outside.

She had to finish the session early. And she knew this would reach Weems faster than she would make it back to the Academy.

Nothing about this day made Val feel particularly well. She knew she had to cooperate to stay at the school. Not to disappoint her mother.

Not to risk their safety yet again.

And the need to constantly lie to her friends. To omit the truth, to skirt around their questions. It weighed on her conscience like a heavy, sticky, vile mass, threatening to drown her, to engulf her whole if she slipped on the ever-growing hill of lies.

But talking about it all, re-living this once again - stating what they are and what she did, and had to do out loud - terrified her.

"Valerye?"

She blinked stupidly. The pale, broad shouldered figure of Cameron stood in front of her and she didn't realise she was staring at him for a hot minute, completely lost in her thoughts.

"Oh, uh, hi." Her face flushed in embarrassment. "What are you doing here this early?"

"I've decided to put the wonderful, cloudy, rainy weather to good use." He chuckled. "Went out for a walk. My roommate snores like a diesel truck in the mornings."

"And you? Could ask you the same…" His voice trailed off as he noticed the therapist sign on the side of the door. "Taking care of yourself?"

"Yeah, something like that." Val mumbled.

"I'm glad you do." Cameron's voice sounded so sincere, she couldn't help but smile. "Hey, I haven't eaten anything yet. Care to grab some breakfast with me?"

"Happy to."

***

She had a date.

A date to the Rave’N. And a date for tomorrow’s evening.

She was officially going out with Cameron Moser.

***

During their second time the Nightshades came to visit him in the hospital, Xavier noticed a slight change.

It wasn’t the fact he now could eat on his own, finally - despite Ajax still trying to force feed him. It also wasn’t the lack of homework that surprised him.

It was Val.

She was unusually quiet. Kept smiling at her phone as she tapped away at it.

When they were about to leave, he called after her.

"Val?"

"Yes?"

She stopped in the doorway. But she didn't make any move towards him. Didn't come over to sit at his side like the last time.

"I, ah… thank you, for the sketchbook. It really did help. I would go insane here otherwise."

She smiled at him in the sweet way she always did, her eyes crinkling.

"Hope you will show me your sketches tomorrow then." When Xavier looked quizzically at her, she continued. "Foreign? We have Foreign on Mondays."

"Oh, yeah, right. I just thought you might…" He gestured to the bedside chair.

"I'm sorry. I have, uh, plans tonight." She blushed and another smile crept upon her face. And it made him a bit uneasy. "So, tomorrow? I'm still waiting for my portrait, tho."

"You can come over to my studio then." Xavier blurted out, throwing caution to the wind. "Tomorrow at seven?"

"Wow. I didn't expect it to work." The wink Val sent him made his chest grow warm. "See you then?"

"Yeah." He smiled but then his grin faltered as she waved at him and went out.

She didn't even come over to kiss him goodbye like the last time. And God, he hoped so much she would.

***

The Foreign Beings and Legends class got cancelled. For the first time in his life, Xavier was disappointed to hear that.

"Free at last." Ajax stretched, a content sigh falling from his lips. "What are we gonna do with all this freedom? Yo, wanna go for a smoke?"

"Yeah," Divina piped up. "Could use some."

"Later." Xavier replied hastily. He looked around but the green glinting hair was nowhere to be seen. He could swear Val was just there.

"Don't know if there's gonna be any left tho." Ajax laughed.

Xavier just waved them off.

"Gotta go. I want to catch up with my painting skills."

"Oh god, the turpentine smell is gonna join us again. Bleh." Yoko wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "And you finally smelled so good at the hospital."

"Like what? Blood eau cologne?" Kent snorted.

Yoko smacked him across the chest.

Xavier laughed and shook his head. He missed them so much. But he had to go clean up the shed.

Val was coming over today.

***

Xavier almost jumped out of his skin at the knock on the shed door. She was here.

He felt as if his heart was about to break his ribs with how hard it was beating.

With one last look at the unusually spotless studio, he went over to open the door.

"Hey there. I'm here for my appointment with mister Thorpe?" Valerye flashed him another one of her smiles and he grinned.

"Hold on, I'm gonna see if he's available. In the meantime," he stepped to the side, letting her in. "Please have a seat."

His chest swelled at the amazed look on her face. She looked around, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"This is… jaw dropping." She managed to let out after a few moments of walking around, Xavier trailing behind her.

"Yea, I can see that."

He felt brave today. He reached out and pushed her chin with his finger, causing her to snap her mouth shut and blush.

He made her blush.

"So." Val stopped in the middle of the shed, near the chair he put there before. "How much for a portrait?"

He wanted to say 'a kiss' so bad.

"We'll see when I finish. I might need a bit of a warm up."

"I hope I'm able to pay for that then." She laughed.

He hoped so too. He thought about asking her to the dance for days now. He had to do this today. No more waiting around.

***

"Do you have a date for the dance?" Val asked him. His heart stuttered.

"No." He stepped away from the easel. He bit his lip, feeling the insecurity seep back in. "But I do want to ask someone out though."

She slipped from the chair and stretched. They were there for almost an hour now.

He still didn't ask her out.

"Wonder who caught your eye." She mused as she stepped next to him and gasped.

"Xavier…"

"Yes?"

His heart beat painfully against his ribs now. She was so close he could smell her hair.

"Is that supposed to be me?"

He blinked, taken aback.

"Y-yeah. What do you mean? You don't like it?"

"I thought you were painting me, not some… ethereal, beautiful entity."

"That's what I see." He breathed, feeling his palms start to sweat.

She looked back at him, her grey eyes shining under the dim light. He could count her eyelashes.

"So… about the, uh, payment." His voice got caught up in his throat. She was so close to him he was starting to get dizzy. She looked almost exactly like in one of his dreams. "Do you… uh, do you have a date for the Rave'N?"

"Yeah, I do."

He swore his heart broke into pieces. This wasn't supposed to go that way. He was supposed to ask her out now.

"Who?" His tone came out harsh, almost accusatory before he composed himself. He took a step back.

Why in the hell did he feel betrayed? She didn't owe him anything. But still, there was a vile, bile-like feeling rising up to his throat.

"Cameron." She smiled in a way that made the remnants of his heart sink.

He swallowed with difficulty. His throat felt dry. It was tense, just like his chest. Sharp pangs followed his every breath, almost as if slicing his lungs open over and over again. He waited around for too long. And he was too late now.

Is it why he couldn't find her during the breaks today?

"You?" Val's voice rang out again in the shed. "You said you wanted to ask someone, right? Who is it?"

His mind was blank. He had to come up with something, anything. Fast.

She looked at him, an amused grin on her face.

"I won't tell anyo–"

"Bianca." Xavier blurted out, surprising even himself. This was the first name that came to his mind, after he recalled the last class he had that day. Fuck.

"Ooh," her grey eyes, the ones he kept seeing in his dreams, widened and she grinned up at him. "Oh wow. Aiming high I see."

She gave him a wink that always made his knees weak and this time it was no different.

"Go get her, tiger."

***

Xavier was feeling like shit. But who could blame him now, as he was forced to watch the girl he liked shamelessly flirt with the guy he now hated with his entire self?

It was as if wherever he looked, whenever he turned, Cameron was there. And Val was with him, or got up from their group to meet him, leaving the conversation they were currently having.

It made him furious.

"Good thing you're not a Gorgon."

He turned to see Ajax, watching him intently.

"They would be so stoned by now."

Xavier just grumbled, turning back to shoot daggers at the vampire. He watched him glide his hand over Valerye's shoulder, brushing her long hair off of her uniform.

And then he kissed her on her cheek. She blushed at that and giggled.

If he had snakes on his head, they would surely be hissing and spitting in their direction.

***

His dreams about her were different now.

Besides the ones where he danced with her and kissed her in the darkened room, he still dreamed about her naked, wrapped around him in a heated, blissful embrace.

But the overall aura of the lewd ones was new.

The need he felt, the desperation and longing for her to be close to him consumed him whole every night. He relished in the way she breathed his name over his lips whenever he stopped kissing her for short moments, only to press his mouth again over her flushed skin in a needy manner. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him, while he rolled his hips slowly against her core.

Their bodies, hot and sweaty, were sticking together in the heated embrace, as he pressed her against the sheets, repeatedly burying himself inside her. Her heels dug into his butt, urging him to press himself even deeper and he listened to her pleas every time.

The way her body responded to his, the way she clenched around his cock, the way she fell apart underneath him made him go crazy with need even after he woke up. No amount of ice-cold showers helped in the long run.

It was no longer just solely the sexual tension that clung to him whenever he saw her. It was this overwhelming longing, a need to be close. To feel her hand in his, to have her close to him and hear her laugh, feel her breath on his neck, to run his finger through the glinting hair.

And it killed him every single time he saw Cameron be in the place he wished to be in.

***

He did ask Bianca to the dance two days before it was taking place. What else he was supposed to do, now that his chances were thwarted by that bloodsucker.

It didn't escape him however, how happy Bianca looked and how enthusiastic her 'yes' sounded when he stopped her after Botany and hastily asked her to be his date for the Rave'N. She never agreed to anything this quick and it made him a little… curious.

But now, the hole he was in not that long ago, was nothing compared to the one he willingly jumped in now. He was basically at the bottom of the fucking ocean.

And all of that because of his own doing. Or lack thereof.

A/N: Special thanks to @beggingforxavierthorpe and @fangirlies for keeping up with my continuous pestering for feedback and giving me so many ideas and inspiration whenever I feel stuck. Thank you @misspsychotic for proofreading bits and pieces in your spare time. Can't stress enough how much I love you besties. 💙

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe fluff #xavier thorpe angst #xavier thorpe x oc #xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #slow burn #xavier thorpe series

47 notes · View notes