#xavier imagines

[gay-dorito-dust]

Cat boy lads things

Rafayel is the type of car boy who’d occupy your lap more often than not and will become pouty when your attention isn’t fully on him, so much so to the point where he’ll act like you’ve been neglecting him. (This is a false statement)

He’s the king of the side eye. He’s judging you but he’s not silent about it either and he will move to the other side of the room, however he’ll think that you’ll come after him and get pouty when you don’t.

He’s sending all kinds of signals and all of them contradict the other and yet he still expects you to know what he was conveying…for someone who hates cats he shares a lot more in common with them then he’d like to admit.

Zayne is the type of cat boy who is secretly obsessed with you and would do just about anything you’d ask of him.

He’s more than willing to wait on hand and foot for you, all the while reminding you of his loyalty and fondness for you when in close proximity of you. It’s extremely intimate with how close your faces were from each other, feeling his breath fan across your face.

He’s the calmest out of all of the cat boys and the most well behaved as he can be found next to you, casually grooming his tail and ears while chaos ensues throughout the room. He’s kinda low maintenance but you give him attention and affection regardless just to see him smile and purr against your lips.

Xavier the little freak is the kind of cat boy who will be calm with the hand dealt with him but thrives off of you touching his ears and tail, regardless of how sensitive both of them were, he just likes the feel of your hands touching him while he becomes a little warm under the collar.

However he’s also the type to be found fast asleep in some weird places and in weird situations. He sleeps like he’s dead and it concerns you greatly as you spend the next ten minutes trying to wake him up, internally freaking out, only for him to wake up completely unbothered.

He kneads your chest…a lot…that is all. The little freak. (Affectionate)

Sylus is a gentlemanly cat boy who always had a pension for mischief either the way it glimmered in his eyes as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

He uses his tail to grasp your wrist or even brush again your waist as he’s walking past, his ears pricking up at the sound of your little hitches of breath, and a knowing smile is stretched across his lips as he raises a brow at you.

You hated him for making you feel like this but you didn’t at the same time.

He will rub his scent on you if he smells another cat boy on you, not out of possessiveness or overprotectiveness, he just really doesn’t want you smelling like other cat boys. However this isn’t much of a problem when his scent away them away anyway from you anyway.

Bonus cat boys;

Kieran and Luke are the two shits who makes life infinitely harder.

They will think it’s funny to knock shit over, while your watching them do so no less, and or start biting and tugging at your clothes relentlessly until you threaten to spray water on them for being little shits.

Somehow they get their tails knotted together…how you don’t bother to ask as it’s already a headache with them saying that while they’re twins, they rather liked have their own independence separate form the other.

There the type lie their bodies across your body while you sleep, making you wonder what the fuck is that unnecessary weight coming from, only to open your eyes and see these two dummies smiling back at you with matching Cheshire grins. That or use their tails to tickle your nose as a prank or even rest their heads close to you so you could feel the twitching of their ears at every subtle sound.

They have to sleep on either side of you, those are the rules and you have to abide by them if you don’t want them being little shits.

[angelltheninth]

Love and Deepspace Men Getting Sucked Off

Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, blowjob, encouragement, cum swallowing, rough oral sex, throatfucking

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters

A/N: Someone help me put this game down.

Zayne doesn't let you suck him off that often, he doesn't have the time to let you have your way whenever you want. It's a very rare treat for you, so you always make the absolute most of it. You can't get him to come fast enough, he's resisting it, teasing you, letting you think you have him where you want him when in fact it's so easy for him to turn the tables on you and start fucking your mouth just like he wanted from the moment you got on your knees. You wanted this remember? So now you have other choice but to swallow every last drop of his cum.

Rafayel is rarely able to keep his hands to himself when you're sucking on his dick. He is an extremely whimpery person in private with you, which is nice for you, that you get to reduce him to a complete mess of a man. Isn't shy about what he likes or how he likes it, and if he has enough energy, or is pent up enough he will throatfuck you until you have trouble talking afterwards. This isn't something that happens often because you always seem to know when he needs your mouth on his dick. Still it doesn't hurt to have him ask, just for you to see that very cute side of him.

Xavier can't last that long when your mouth is on his dick. He has stamina everywhere else but not in this one area, so the way he asks you to blow him is by telling you to help him out with his stamina problem. Of course you know that's he's just being shy about it and wants to feel your warm mouth and tongue on his dick while he runs his hand through your hair and occasionally grabs some of it in his fist. Although usually one to talk too much during sex, preferring you do it, you're able to change that for him very easily with just a few bobs of your head and moans of your own.

Sylus is very relaxed and often sitting on the couch when you're sucking him off. He will have both his arms laid back against the couch, maybe some music in the background as well, his fingers tapping lightly along with the rhythm. You'll have to be really loud if you want him to hear you choking on his cock, you'll have to keep moaning, talking against it and telling how good he tastes to you, or else he might think you don't like what you're doing to him.

[dark-night-hero]

Quotes that reminds me so much of Love and Deepspace men.

Zayne

"Tragic it is that I still love you, even though I know I can never again have you."

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Xavier

"Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you."

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Rafayel

"You were the greatest risk I have ever taken. And the greatest reward I have yet to have."

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Sylus

"I know it's mad, but if I go to hell. Will you come with me or just leave?"

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[writer-freak]

Period Care | Lads men x gn reader

Characters: Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

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

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

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

Zayne:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, now imagine this.

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

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

Xavier:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rafayel:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[quitesins]

Your Prince

Masterlist

Xavier x female reader

Tags: 18+, Suggestive, No smut, Prince!Xavier, Husband!xavier, pretty short, this is sort of an au since they don’t acc ever get married on Philos, I think.

One would think the life of a royal would come with all the time in the world for petty pleasures and selfish indulgences… However the crown prince, Xavier, knows all too well how much of a distant dream that really is.

You’re wading gently between dreams and the waking world when a kiss to your lips finally stirs you. The kisses follow their own trail, across your neck, settling into the curve where your collarbones meet.

They inch lower, the feeling of a smile trying to sneak it’s way under your nightie. He’ll rip it off if you aren’t careful. Without opening your eyes you let your hands sink into the softness of his hair.

“Xav’…” Your voice still laced with sleep, seems to rile him up further. “You have to get up…”

Xavier hums, barely listening, just a small noise to grace you with a response. His fingers linger where the strap now feels awfully heavy on your skin. You shouldn’t let him take it off. You shouldn’t…

“Xavier please.” You keep your eyes shut, knowing he’ll be looking right up at you. And with the way his body slinks down, head resting by your waist, you don’t think you could resist the sight. “You have a kingdom to run.”

“And a wife to please?” He says impishly, already at your thighs, manoeuvring you however he pleases.

You roll your eyes as they open, still refusing to look his way. Instead you draw your leg back, in preparation to playfully nudge him. But he catches you, pulling you by the ankle so suddenly you let out a half-laugh, half-yelp as your head falls to the mattress.

“This has nothing to do with me!” You try to sound stern, but the giggle in your voice gives you away. “You’re just insatiable!”

Xavier ignores your reprimand, kissing your ankle sweetly, trailing back up to rest his hand between your thighs. He doesn’t take it any further, yet. You know he wants to hear it.

You finally look his way. His eyes are wide and glossy, sprinkled with a desperate yearning. You’d think he hadn’t had his fill the night before. You yield, unable to resist the shine in his starry gaze. He can be so spoiled sometimes. Truly a prince.

Your fingers rest in the fluffy mess of white, almost pink in the early morning light, and curl where his hair brushes against the blush of his ears. Xavier nuzzles into your touch impatiently, reminding you of what he wants. He’s got that terrible look on his face, an innocence in his urgency that almost makes you feel bad.

“Such a puppy.” You furrow your brows, an attempt at looking indignant, but surrender with a sigh. “Go ahead.”

Xavier grins, boyishly smug, lifting your gown to get right under it. You’re not left to wonder what he’s up to as he kisses your tummy before hooking his fingers into the sides of your underwear.

He doesn’t pull them off, kissing the insides of your thighs, seemingly content with the makeshift handles. It’s the only thing separating him from your most intimate area. You suppress a whine, feeling his warm breath muffled through the material.

He enjoys it. The teasing. Proof in his annoyingly attractive ability to shift into innocent and become as patient as he pleases, all while you writhe under him.

The feeling of a wet tongue makes you groan back into your pillow. It’s a kitten lick, but the cooling sensation against your heated skin is something at least. Xavier continues his trail, getting closer and closer to your core, before pulling back to nip at your thighs. Your pout is evident and he chuckles, amused at how easy it is to turn the tables on you.

He’s being unfair. Though you certainly recall the night before in the comfortable ache between your legs, how can you be expected to resist the touch of your husband— your prince.

Still, he isn’t cruel, finally tugging at the dampening cloth. He’s slow, watching the string of lust stretch from the fabric leaving your flesh. He groans as the liquid snaps and lands back into your underwear, soaking it through. Xavier can’t wait to pocket the thing once it’s off you.

But it doesn’t get off you. It barely gets past the knee.

“Prince Xavier. The king requests your presence.”

Through the door comes a knock and a voice. The two of you stay quiet, as if the silence would send the servant away. But another knock you know he has to be up.

Xavier gives you a sympathetic look before standing, fingers lingering on your skin. You shiver when they leave you, and Xavier brings the blanket to cover your body. It’s not the same as his warmth, but you take comfort in the mingling of your scents.

He walks over to the door, tightening his loosened robes. It’s flimsy, and the tangle of his hair paints an embarrassing picture. However, frustrated by the interruption, Xavier can’t find it in him to care.

The prince and the servant talk for a few minutes, in a low murmur where the words evade your ears. When the servant leaves and the door is closed, Xavier approaches the bed slowly, as if to savour the sight of you.

You feel his gentle touch one last time, when he cups your cheeks to bring you in for a kiss. It’s unlike the chaste pecks he uses to say good morning, or the salacious ones to keep you in bed. There’s an apology in this kiss.

“I’m sorry, my love.” Xavier whispers, connecting your forehead to his. “I have to go.”

“It’s okay, my prince.” You don’t let him ruminate, turning your head to kiss his palm. “You have a kingdom to run after all.”

My truth is this is is recycled from a drabble I had with prince Shouto from like two years ago that I just edited and fleshed out a lil more. Initially it’s knight Bakugou who interrupts the happy couples morning lol. I changed a lot of course but Shouto and Xavier are soooo similar in my head…

Also tee hee the “such a puppy” line is a lil Easter egg 😼

[snzhrchy]

Hi hru 👋🏾

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

— ☆ THOSE FEW DAYS !

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

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

warnings; none :)

taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[shysuccubusstuff]

moon god! xavier

Content: Dubcon/con, "religious" theme, belly bulge, aftercare, half snake xavier.

Context: You became the next wife for the moon God, most wives just help him to take care of his mortal body, but what if he got a special attraction for his new sweet and beautiful wife?...

Note: I'm thinking about doing one of these for each of them, would you like that? + Reposts and comments are truly appreciated!!

You were chosen by the whole village to become the next wife of the moon god that was worshiped at your village, getting all ready for him. The night the marriage took place, your face was glowing, almost as if the moonlight was kissing your pretty face. Just as soon as the bells ringed all through the village, the moonlight turned into a young man, his skin was as pale as the moon that shined that night. His hair glowed, shimmering as if it was made of the finest silver in the world, his eyes were blue, a deep gaze met yours. The young man kneeled, just as he had done five years ago with his previous wife, he took your hand, his skin as cold as ice. Because of the long time of waiting, your legs gave up, almost making you fall against him, luckily, his hands took you from your waist, his gaze meeting yours. The village was filled with joyfullness as they noticed how a silvery thread appeared in your wrist, the symbol of the moon wives. Soon, the moon god took you, lifting you up in his harms and quickly taking you to the mountain in which he had been living. As soon as he let you go, his expression relaxed, taking off the mask that had been covering part of his face.

"I'm sorry for having to take you from your village, the villagers keep doing this each five years despite I have already told them there is no need. You can go if you want, I will provide you a place to stay until the five years end." You kept looking at his face, almost as beautiful as the best piece of art, his lips glimered thanks to the small rays of moonlight that shined through the windows. "Are you ok?" You quickly snapped out of it, closing your fists and preparing what you were going to say.

"I... I don't plan on leaving until I have fulfilled my duty, sir." His frown furrowed a little, perhaps because of the confusion you had caused him.

"I really won't do anything to the village nor to you, I swear it." He kept pushing, perhaps as he was accustommed to the wives leaving him soon after the ceremony took place.

"I've been getting ready for this for over a year, I won't be backing from my destiny." His eyes twinkled, looking completely surprised with your decission. Despite that, he simply noded, taking off his ceremonial clothes and leaving them on top of the counter. He slowly got closer to you, taking your hand and kissing the top of your hand.

"I go by the name of Xavier, I promise to act as a proper husband for as long as we are together." After saying that, he let go of your hand, walking to the nearby bedroom and closing the door behind him. Well, this was definitely something.

As time went on, your relationship started to get warmer, first it was simply saying good night the days you encountered each other in the kitchen, his eyes still a bit drowsy from sleeping, as he woke up each night to work. Then, this good nights moved to small gestures, a soft hand caressing your face, your hand on his chest as he tried to crack a joke despite his unability to do so. Finally, you took all your courage to do it, on your tip toes, you gave him a single kiss on the cheek, just before running away to your room as you avoid tripping with your slippers. This small physical gesture escalated to more, of course, starting by giving each other's hand at random times of the day, as he started to wake up just to be with you a bit more (of course he wouldn't say it straight up to you), saying that the temperature was making him sleep worse, or that he got up because he suddenly got hungry (his body didn't even need to eat). This "human" urges he began to felt as he spent more time interacting with you only worsened as his... affection grew stronger. Getting the tip of his ears a bit flushed when you approached far too close to him, making him lose sleep just thinking about how pretty you looked that day while visiting the little village that you were born in... even feeling jealous when your "childhood friend" suddenly approached you, his arms surrounding you in a tight embrace while he lifted you as if you were a princess. He would have lied if he had said that he didn't mind the great bond you seemed to share with him.

It wasn't until a few days after, one of those moonless nights in which Xavier was free from work that you found him. He had been locked inside his bedroom the whole day, not answering even when you called him to eat something, so when you finally mustered all your courage to enter his room, you were definitely not prepared for the view.

His voiced sounded a bit raspy, still muffled from all the clothes that were hiding him. He had made some kind of... nestle? Some of your clothes were laying around, while others were his. You tried to get closer to him, quietly avoiding any thing that could startle him, but he suddenly shifted under the sheets: "...is that you? I... I think you should leave for now, I don't want you to see me like this." Despite his soft voice, you decided to move even closer, sitting on the bed close to him, feeling his warmth through the soft duvet. In took a few minutes, but Xavier finally started to uncover himself, then you finally saw it. Xavier was turning back to his "god" form, having scales all over his arms, while his canines had turned in actual fangs. His face was a bit flushed, maybe because of the fever caused from the transformation. "I bet you think I look hideous... don't you?" You quickle denied it, taking his rough hands between yours and kissing his knucles, his face turning even redder from the unexpected sign of affection. "I thought it would have something to do with this... Remember I prepared for the whole bride thing for over a year, this was to be expected." His gaze fixed on your calm expression, which finally allowed him to feel less tense, loosing him his grip, taking your hand and letting you lie to his side. "You smell so nice... just like as if I was surrounded by nature, this fresh smell is so hard to come by nowadays." Xavier kept his head close to your neck, slowly smelling the refresing scent that came from you. Despite the funny feeling that he was causing, you decided to stay there, your body still a bit stiff from the extremely close contact. "Did they teach you what is supposed to happen now...?" Xavier's voice was much deeper than before, almost sounding like the purring of a cat, his lips had gotten even closer to your neck. You were only able to slowly nod, playing with your fingers as your face flushed even more. Suddenly, his soft lips kissed your skin, his hands moved to your hips, keeping you in place as he got to do what he pleased to you. It was finally at the moment when his whole body was no longer under the bunch of clothes that you noticed how he was completely naked, his milky skin glowing under the beautiful moonlight.

"Let's give our best to become a proper marriage, yeah?..." He whispered to you, just while he untied your bow, allowing your clothes to fall off.

Everything had became a blurr, Xavier was suddenly on top of you, his bigger frame almost covering the moon that shined at the window. He had been kissing your body for several minutes, sometimes giving it small bites or timid licks, others, he sucked on your skin, making small love bites with the hope of marking you completely as his. His hands slowly moved toward your chest, playing with your nipples as his other hand started to go down, reaching your lower half. Xavier smiled as he saw you quivering from his touch, making his heart beat faster as you kept looking at him with those pretty eyes, almost begging to be devoured by him.

"You...you can do it, Xavier." Your voice filled the empty room, almost making his heart explode, did you really love him like he did? He kissed your forehead, allowing himself to give you as many kisses as he wanted, not holding back as he had been forced to do for the past months.

"I...I love you, not as a god, but as me, Xavier, a mere human." Your heart was pounding against your chest, was Xavier able to hear it? You simply put your hands on his face, getting him closer to you and leaving a soft kiss against his lips. When you both got away, you were able to see the face of Xavier slightly red, something strange, as he was mostly expressionless. Without losing more time, Xavier got you completely naked, throwing your clothes to the floor and letting your body lay on the bed. He took each of your legs, spreading him and getting him to be in between them, his face got closer to that place, almost making you die from embarrasment. Despite how much you wanted to push him away, your embarrasment was quickly melted away, being now filled with desire as he kept playing with your clot, sucking on it and licking it, while his hands started to prepare your body to take him. His long tongue was almost making you cry from the overstimulation, head too foggy to be able to form a cohesive sentence.

Xavier's tongue kept playing with you until you were almost far too close to passing out, not stopping even when tears were already falling down your cheeks, nor when you kept babbling and pleading for him to let your pretty pussy alone. Just as you were about to pass out, his strong arms took you, sitting you on his lap. He caressed your soft body, moving his hands all over your hips, and kissing your shoulder. You were only able to surround him with your arms, still too far gone to even notice how Xavier was trying his best not to shove both of his cocks inside you. "Dear, are you ok? I'll put just one, is that right? I don't want you to remember your first time as unpleasant." Just like he said, his cock slowly entered you, making your eyes roll backwards while your sorry cunt was trying to get it to fit. Xavier's arms tightened around you, making it as if you were barely able to breath. He stayed there for a few seconds, not moving until you were finally a bit more comfortable with his length, slowly moving his hips as you started to accommodate around it. The rhythm slowly increased, moving you up and down as if you had become some kind of doll, Xavier's hips slowed down sometimes, kissing your lips and peppering soft kisses all over your face, his hand sometimes cleaned the small tears that fell from your tears as he stretched your sorry cunt.

The slight friction quickly turned into pure pleasure, as he kept plunging against your G-spot, making your eyes roll backwards, with your nails digging on his back while your mouth kept opening, letting all those sinful noises leak, good thing there were no neighbours to listen and complain... This sweet torture kept going even despite you had already came around his length for over four times, leavivng your cunt all overstimulated and sore. By the time Xavier pulled out, his essence was already deep carved into you, slipping slowly from your insides, although Xavier kept trying to keep it inside you, using his fingers to put it back inside. After letting you rest for a few minutes, as you dozed off, he took your naked body, taking you to the big tub in the bathroom and filling it with warm water, cleaning your pretty body inside and out, then moving on to soaping your scalp, avoiding any soap dripping towards your face. After he finished cleaning you, he took you back to his bed, letting you lay on the comfortable sofa as he changed the sheets and tied the bed, finally letting you sleep on the clean bed kissing your forehead before he went back to the bathroom to take care of himself.

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2-17-24

[band--psycho]

Xavier x Reader - Never Again

Part four of my 'They find out you got hurt on a mission' series. This will include Zayne, Sylus, Xavier and Rafayel! I'll be posting the other stories over the next few days, please let me know if you want to be tagged in any of them!

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Warnings: Being unconscious, bleeding, hospitals, near death experience, grief, realisation of death

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Xavier found you in the No Hunt Zone; alone. 

The Wanderer that had attacked on the brink of death at your side; something which he quickly took care of, before turning his attention to you.

You were unconscious. 

Bleeding. 

He wasted no time in getting you to the hospital, one terrifying thought racing through his mind on the way there, ‘Is this how I lose you again?’

He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t lose you all over again. 

Not when he could have stopped it.

Thankfully, they said that your injuries were all superficial and that there should be no lasting damage, you’d probably just wake up with a very bad headache. 

But despite this reassurance, he didn’t leave your side. 

He couldn’t. 

He needed to make sure that you were okay, which is why he stayed in the chair next to your hospital bed. 

He kept blaming himself for what’d happened; unable to stop himself from thinking that if he had been there, then you never would’ve gotten hurt like this…

He should’ve been with you, fighting the Wanderers and protecting you, but instead he was asleep, completely unaware that you were there, of course the second he woke up and saw your message he immediately came to find you. 

He was just too late.

A few hours had passed and even though visiting hours were over, Xavier was still by your side; his head resting atop off of his arms on the side of the hospital bed. 

When you woke up, it was with a pounding headache and sheer confusion unsure about where you were, until you heard the familiar beeping of the heart monitor next to you; that’s when everything started flooding back to you. 

You were in the No Hunt Zone, fighting Wanderers…how did you get here..?

You looked around the room; your eyes landing and settling on the sleeping figure by your side. 

Xavier. 

How long had he been here? 

How long had you been here? 

You went to move, trying to be as careful as possible so as not to disturb xavier; but your attempt was in vain because you’d barely even had a chance to move before you felt Xaviers hand on yours. 

“You need to rest,” He said softly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as your eyes met one anothers. 

“What happened?” you groggily asked, resting your back against the wall behind your bed, noticing how many wounds there were on your skin.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he said, despite the calmness that was in his voice, you could see the pain and worry in his eyes when he said those words, “You know you’re not allowed to go into the No Hunt Zone alone,”

“I know,” you mumbled shamefully. 

You knew you were meant to wait for him. 

And you had every intention to, but then you saw a Wanderer in the distance and you acted on instinct, chasing after it, but more just kept coming, so you just kept on fighting them.

Without even realising it you’d gone further into the zone than you’d intended to and ended up completely lost, you were trying to find your way out, that’s the last thing you remember. 

“You could have died,” 

His words hung heavy in the air.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered your apology, shifting your gaze away from his, processing his words. 

It hadn’t been until you heard those words that the reality of your situation actually sunk in…if Xavier hadn't been there to save you, you’d still be in the No Hunt Zone, unconscious and an easy target for Wanderers. 

You really could’ve died. 

Death didn’t phase you, you were a hunter, you knew the risks and one of them was dying. 

You knew that you could die, it was something you’d accepted ever since you became part of the Hunter Association, but that was before...before you had formed this closeness with Xavier.

You were no stranger to grief....recently you'd become quite accustomed to it.

Losing all of your family, it changed you, maybe that's why the idea of death hadn't phased you much of late.

But now, seeing the fear in Xaviers eyes, made your heart ache with a realisation..

It made you realise that if you died, he would have to grieve you.

You knew he was no stranger to grief either, how could he be when he was hundreds of years old...but you also knew that no matter how often you had to go through it; grief was a difficult and painful emotion to deal with.

And the last thing you ever wanted to do, was to put someone through that.

Especially Xavier.

“Please don’t do something like that again,” he pleaded, his hand squeezing yours as you felt him sit next to you.

“I won’t,” you promised him, watching as his familiar soft smile began to grow on his lips. 

But despite his smile, there was a look in Xaviers eyes that was enough to make your heart shatter in two.

He looked so sad, so worried about you…

“Thank you for saving me,” you said with a small smile, knowing that had it not been for him, you wouldn’t be here. 

“I’ll always be there to save you,” he whispered, raising your hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on your grazed knuckles.

That was Xaviers vow to you, never again would you be hurt like this, not as long as his heart was still beating. 

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✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH

[ ACT I: THE GLOW ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#SYNOPSIS— xavier’s attracted to intimidating women, you and wednesday bond over murder methods, and you really need to stop being attracted to trouble.

#CONTAINS— enemies to fwb to lovers, academic rivals, intimidating and flawed reader, gore, blood, death, aged up characters (everyone is 18 except for eugene), sexual content (later on)

#AUTHORSNOTE— spontaneously writing an xavier thorpe fanfic was honestly not on my mind but oh well here it is ! feel free to send me asks/requests about this series or for other wednesday characters

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

a valkyrie was not a mere label. it was a highly respected role, one that was not granted to simply because you were a child of odin. no, the position of a valkyrie was an important one, because every warrior who died in battle, every fighter’s soul, relied on you to bring them to valhalla — no matter what that was for them. heaven, hell, reincarnation — you and your sisters brought them there.

nevermore was seemingly the only available place in which you could reside. you were the youngest of the ten valkyrie sisters, the only one born into the 21st century (as the rest of them were much too old for you to count). odin tried to put his youngest daughter into every school imaginable; public school, private school, boarding school, juvenile detention.

all brought out the same results. you found the material easy and the lack of competition boring, or you were found beating some kid into the ground, your knuckles bloody as adults pried you off of them.

granted, every person you have ever thrown a punch at was deserving of it. but it’s not like the police care about the kid with a broken leg; they care about the person who carelessly broke it with their bare hands.

that was why you found yourself in nevermore, standing awkwardly next to your nine sisters as you loosened your tie around your neck.

the other students didn’t care to hide their stares, their whispers loud and very audible to you as you looked at every single one of them.

“don’t loosen your tie, y/n,” your eldest sister, brunhilde, said with a small look, her arms crossed as she stood towering above the rest of the passing students. “you must look presentable.”

“since when did you ever care about looking presentable?” you replied with a scoff, using one finger to loosen the black tie incompletely. you heard your second youngest sister, gunnr, snicker at that, her laughter quickly hindered by a glare from another one of your sisters.

“ever since father decided to send us to take you here rather than himself,” brunhilde snapped, bitterness evident in her tone as she clenched her jaw. her emerald green eyes flashed in anger; the fact that her father decided not to show up to something like this yet again wasn’t surprising, but it still annoyed her nonetheless.

“he was busy,” eir, the second eldest valkyrie, murmured, coming in yet again as the peacemaker. “besides— this isn’t exactly father’s scene. too many children.”

their conversation melted into the background as your eyes drifted around the courtyard. there seemed to be little cliques within the school — gorgons, vampires, werewolves, sirens, psychics — how cliche. your eyes however, landed on one boy that was painting a raven on the wall, his eyes already set on you far before you noticed him.

his long hair was tied back, his hazel eyes boring into yours as he stopped painting, his hand falling to his side. he was studying you, observing your purposely loosened tie, the sword necklace that hung around your neck, the dagger strapped to your side, and the nine buff women who stood around you. they looked nothing like you, but their energy was strong. powerful. unwavering.

you didn’t break eye contact with him, your eyes narrowing as you challenged him to look away first.

“y/n odinsdottir." a tall woman who practically screamed elegance interrupted your staring contest, forcing you to look away first. her hair was perfectly pinned up, and her cherry red lips curled into a smile as she looked at you. "welcome to nevermore. i assume these are your sisters?" she questioned, looking at your siblings with a warm smile.

"we won't be here long," brunhilde stated, stepping forward. she seemed to be about the same height as the woman, which seemed to please her greatly. she held out a calloused hand. "brunhilde. you're the principal, correct?"

"yes - larissa weems." principal weems' smile never broke as she shook your sister's hand. wordlessly, she began to lead the ten of you to her office. "i have made living arrangements for y/n - i hope she does well with roommates. one of her other roommates is a new student as well."

this new school was, frankly, a lot fancier than most of the schools you had gone to. it looked old, with too many ghosts and history hidden in its walls, but while the school stood out more than the rest, the people seemed to be all the same. prudes with enough money to have the world in their hands. teenagers who have never been told 'no' in their lives. cockiness and pride seemed to ooze from every crevice.

in a way, you found it amusing.

"it was honestly quite a surprise to find all of you here rather than your father," principal weems commented as she opened the door to her office, "i believe that he had told me that he would arrive." she situated herself into her chair behind her desk, placing her hands on the table and clasping them.

you stood in front of the desk, rolling your eyes at her comment. "he likes to lie," you stated bluntly, ignoring the glare eir sent to you as she offered principal an apologetic smile.

"what y/n means to say is," eir began, absentmindedly toying with one of her long golden braids, "our father is very busy. he has other business to attend to."

"he likes doing business." you continued, "especially on his bed."

one of your older sisters, skuld, hissed a small "y/n," as a warning for your words, making you huff in annoyance.

eir's smile was unwavering and her politeness was undeterred as she laughed lightly, "i apologize for y/n's words. she often.. lacks a filter."

"it's no problem, i assure you." principal weems' smile grew as she looked at you, "she's in very capable hands. later, she will receive a tour from one of her roommates, enid sinclair. she's very approachable; i'm sure they will get along."

that statement made your mask fall for just a second.

friends and lovers were topics that were often unspoken between you and your sisters. to put it frankly, it was hard for valkyries to truly find themselves friends with others or loving another because of something you called 'the glow.' valkyries, being a guide for souls in battle, had the ability to know when someone's death was near. it often appeared as a golden glow around the individual moments before a battle or before a specific moment. to help was to lose your position as a valkyrie. to lose your father's acceptance and appreciation of you. it was the foundation of your position, your one important duty to guide the souls of warriors, but there had been instances where the glow appeared for those you cared for. friends. lovers.

it had happened too many times to your sisters. they had all lost lovers and friends in battle, and had to be the one to guide their souls and leave them for eternity. but there came a moment in time where they all decided to stop caring so much for others. they focused on each other, protecting their own sisters out of fear of caring and losing another.

and when you were born, they warned you of that same fate. they warned you of how hard it was to sense death, to be a symbol of war and death. so to say that you would get along with another and care for them was hard to fathom, because your mind automatically thought of losing them in an instant.

and if you lost them and were not able to guide them, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself.

"i will say that your record is.. only mildly concerning, y/n," principal weems said as she pulled out your folder. she scanned through the pages, licking her finger as she turned and read every offense and crime that ended with you getting kicked out of a school. "you've sent tons of people to the hospital for horrible injuries," she murmured, and you swallowed, mentally preparing yourself to hear the list. "you've broken the limbs of many, gave concussions to many more, and in one instance dropped a teenage boy from a thousand feet above ground."

"all deserved. i hold no remorse for them," you stated, a proud smirk making its way onto your face.

principal weems' brows furrowed as she reached the last page in the folder, the words 'saving grace orphanage' in large letters at the top of the form. "kicked out of nearly 20 homes in the span of 13 years."

your smirk fell, your eyes turning cold as you glared at the principal. next to you, gunnr shifted uncomfortably, her hands clenching and unclenching in the instance she had to hold you back from landing a hand on your principal. "how did you get those?"

"nevermore requires all documents from students," principal weems read down the paper, her look of discontent and worry seemingly growing with every line, "even those that have been terminated." one line specifically caught her eye.

has been found at one location consistently. the owner of the property has claimed that there is no reason for y/n to be there, but she seems to be connected to it. if not found at her foster home, she is most likely found here.

how was it you were only here for a few hours and you now wanted to strangle your principal?

"they have been terminated for a reason," you seethed, "my sisters had them forgotten."

"for very good reasons," brunhilde added, her voice eerily calm as she rolled her shoulders back, fixing her posture. "that's private information only our family knows."

"of course." principal weems shut the folder abruptly, the warm smile (though it was nothing more than plastic to you) returning to her red lips. "shall we bring you to your room?"

"i didn't know that valkyries could be as young as you."

you raised a brow at one of your roommates, wednesday, her deadpan tone doing little to influence you as you shrugged. "i'm the youngest of the ten," you stated, walking alongside her as you followed your other roommate, enid sinclair, around.

"that sounds like torture. of the worst degree," wednesday said, making enid clear her throat to catch your attention.

truthfully, enid was much more extraverted than you would ever be, but you didn't mind. she talked, you and wednesday listened - it was a good system. and she talked a lot. the fact that she was bringing around nevermore's first valkyrie was something she seemed incredibly happy about.

good for her.

"i already gave wednesday the whole rundown!" enid said with a contagiously bright smile. "this is the courtyard. everyone kind of hang out around here between classes or just.. whenever!" she explained, practically bouncing with every step as she brought you around. "there's a lot of cliques here; vampires, werewolves - like me, gorgons," her eyes landed on a few people around the fountain, her smile faltering for just a moment, "sirens, psychics, the usual."

"did you kill someone in your last school?" wednesday asked, making enid gasp.

"wednesday! i thought we would bring it up later!" enid scolded, frowning as she nudged the dreary girl.

"i was impatient." wednesday's face contorted into one of slight discontent at the nudge, though she (surprisingly) didn't complain.

you however, merely shrugged in response, folding your arms over your chest. "not the one at my last one. i just broke his legs - why?"

"because rumors spread like wildfire at nevermore," enid explained, coming to a stop in the middle of the corridor, much to some students' chagrin "practically everyone's talking about it! i told you that they'd forget about what you did, wednesday," she said pointedly, making wednesday blink, which was frankly a rather large reaction.

you looked at wednesday, eyebrows raising in curiosity. "did you kill someone?"

"two people. not one."

"what was your method?"

"piranhas from my aquarium at home. and you?"

you hummed in appreciation at her method before responding with a curt, "flew up and dropped him from a thousand feet." it made wednesday nod once.

"impressive."

"okay, steering the subject away from death and murder," enid interrupted, awkwardly chuckling as she continued to walk. she came to a stop in front of the boy who had been painting the raven, her smile of relief much too obvious to go unnoticed by you. "xavier! you've made such good progress!"

"thanks, enid." the boy - xavier - turned around, his mouth seemingly going dry when he saw you staring at him. your arms were crossed over your chest, your head tilted up to observe his painting. "you're the one who dropped the guy."

your look of curiosity turned into one of annoyance, your eyebrow raising as your eyes snapped towards him. "what about it?" you challenged, and you heard enid laugh awkwardly yet again.

"nothing. just asking, that's all," a hint of a smirk made its way onto his face, his hand - the one with paint on it - coming out towards you. "xavier thorpe."

"if you think that i'm going to shake your messy hand, you must believe i'm an idiot," you said bluntly, eyes narrowing.

"both an idiot and impolite," xavier responded, and end immediately grabbed you as you tried to take a step towards him, turning you around and briskly walking you the other way.

you didn't want to see him again after your first encounter with him. you didn't like smug people who had nothing to be smug about - the competitiveness in you wasn't cut out for any of that.

it did come in handy however, for academics.

while it wasn’t as fun as war or training was, it gave you enough competition to feel satisfied in victory. public schools were far too easy in your opinion, private schools equally as easy with more prudish people, but nevermore was more interesting. everyone was smarter, weirder, and more witty than any normie— it kept you entertained.

for the past week, you had been dead set on being the best at every class you had. macabre literature, arithmetic, botany, anatomy - you kept yourself busy trying to make a lasting impact on the professors.

you walked into the art class, eyes widening at its size. huge windows allowed for tons of sunlight to shine in, but since it was a gloomy day (or “a wonderful day” by wednesday’s standards), you could only see the condensation and fog on the windows. on one side of the room was sculpture and pottery supplies, while the other had painting and drawing easels set up in a circle with space in the middle for posing.

principal weems wanted you to do something that didn’t include fighting, weapons, or punching, you were going to join wednesday in fencing, but you found yourself here instead.

the class was small and the teacher was as careless as ever, muttering something about how artists must choose their own paths when creating art. but as you walked in and looked at the few faces, your face soured when you realized who you had to sit next to.

“thorpe.” you stated coldly, sitting stiffly in the easel next to him. it was almost funny how out of place you looked, sitting with straight posture on the stool and staring up at the large canvas in front of you.

xavier however, looked as relaxed as ever. he smiled at you lazily as he looked up from his sketchbook. “y/n. how nice of you to grace me with your presence.”

“it wasn’t my choice — weems wanted me to do something.. nonviolent.” you picked up the piece of charcoal in front of you, lips turning down to a slight frown. you hadn’t drawn in forever.

“i heard you tried for fencing,” xavier hummed, watching you pick up art supplies and weigh them in your hand. “you know that fencing doesn't include actual stabbing, right?”

“i do know that, thorpe,” you grumbled, avoiding eye contact as you removed your blazer, leaving only your white button up and messy tie. you rolled up your sleeves, oblivious to the way xavier’s eyes slowly went to your arms.

you were strong.

he had always guessed it — he had gotten stoned with ajax the night prior and they spent the next hour searching up how strong every outcast really was. valkyries, xavier learned, had superhuman strength, agility, stamina, and fighting abilities, so he wasn’t sure why he was so shocked to see your toned arms.

there was a tattoo of a sword on your inner forearm. it was so intricately drawn that he found himself staring at it for a little too long, simply admiring the style. admiring the way it decorated your skin.

"it's stupid how there's no actual stabbing in it," you continued, absentmindedly rolling up your sleeves. you side-eyed xavier, eyes uninterested as you watched the way he stared at your tattoo. "weirdo," you muttered, standing up abruptly and breaking his trance. “i’m going to do sculpting.”

xavier snorted, covering his gawking with his usual confidence as he fixed himself on his stool, spreading his legs just a bit. "since when did you sculpt?" he asked, half disinterested and half curious as he watched you shrug.

"one of my foster parents had a pottery studio." you stared at him blankly, a pause of awkward silence encompassing you before you said a curt, "bye," and left xavier at his easel.

xavier pulled his attention back to his sketchbook, eyes burning holes into his page of a certain pigtailed girl. for an hour he sat there, drawing in his visions on his sketchbook; many of which were of wednesday.

but one page in particular made him stop and stare. in his trance, much too focused on the feeling of his charcoal pencil on paper to care for what he was truly drawing, he had drawn what seemed to be an angel. it flew in the darkness of the page, her arms outstretched and its wingspan wide as she looked up at the top of the page. her hand was holding an invisible hand, but he saw the detail he put into the bandages that adorned her arms and knuckles.

hesitantly, xavier put his hand over the page, watching as the drawing began to move. the angel's arm moved ever so slightly, and his heart thumped loud in his chest when he saw your tattoo on your forearm.

subtly, he looked up through his eyelashes towards where you had been working, his mouth running dry as he watched you start to center your clay on the pottery wheel. you were surrounded by bowls, mugs, and plates of all kinds, being a rather quick worker with a delicate hand for someone who loved to fight. xavier watched you shape the clay in your hands, the substance molding easily as you moved it.

the sight of your eyes snapping up to meet his made him hide his enamor with a lazy smile and an awkward wave, which made you scoff and return to your pottery. but his eyes lingered on you, focused on the way your elbows were on your legs, how you were hunched over and how your arms were messy with clay. how your hair was much messier than when the class started. how your jaw was clenched in concentration, your eyes like a hawk's as you stared at the mug you were creating.

quickly, xavier looked back at his sketched, eyes set on the drawing he had done of you. it was such a specific image; how odd.

on your first friday in nevermore, enid had dragged you along with her to the harvest festival fair, saying something along the lines of "we have to ride every ride there!" that made you reluctantly agree to go. in any other circumstance, you would have opted to stay home and do anything but go out, but enid was enid, and she had no idea when to quit.

thing - wednesday's little hand friend - also contributed to getting you up and ready for the carnival. he was pretty persuasive.

which was how you found yourself awkwardly standing next to a carnival game after enid ran off with ajax, a boy she very obviously liked. it was confusing how people could be so blind to things like that.

the tight black long sleeve you wore was, in your opinion, enough to keep yourself warm as your body generated more body heat than many others. frankly, you looked pretty grumpy standing next to a carnival game you had already won, one of your hands holding a medium sized teddy bear that you (reluctantly) accepted. if it weren't for the fact that all the games were rigged, then you would have gotten the largest one.

"what happened to enid?"

you groaned as you turned towards the voice, finding xavier standing behind you, his hands in his pockets and his hair down. he was dressed in casual clothing, same as you, but you could recognize that subtle smug attitude anywhere. it was as if the smirk he wore could never get run down.

"went off with ajax. probably on a rollercoaster." you looked him up and down with a discontented look. "why are you alone?"

"i came here with ajax and rowan." xavier shrugged, leaning against the carnival table. a toothy grin crept onto his face, his tone teasing as he continued, "are you willing to keep me company?"

"no."

xavier rolled his eyes at your constant grumpiness, shrugging his shoulders as he quickly changed the subject. "i lost them both a while ago. i've just been walking and looking for.." his eyes left you, landing on some people behind you.

you looked back, immediately connecting the dots as you watched wednesday stand next to a guy near a ride, wednesday (surprisingly) contributing to conversation as they paid you and xavier no mind. an amused smile came on your face, and you held back the laugh you were about to let out. "oh my gods, you like wednesday."

xavier frowned, looking at you incredulously. "i don't," he denied. you watched his body movements with a smirk, observing how he fixed his posture and puffed his chest up ever so slightly out of defense.

"i'm not stupid, thorpe. you just gawked at her like a lovesick fool," you snorted, crossing your arms over your chest again.

xavier found himself staring at your arms, the muscles you had worked hard for easily shown off in your black long sleeve.

"if only you weren't so annoying," he muttered under his breath, sighing. "i don't like her," xavier repeated, following your actions and crossing his arms. he looked at you annoyedly, the amusement that danced in your eyes only pissing him off further. "i think she's interesting, that's all."

"denial is always the first step," you sing songed, your smirk turning into a cheshire like grin. "honestly, you should've seen the look on your face."

xavier scoffed. "what look?"

"the look you always have when wednesday walks by." you were laughing now, your careless teasing and prodding making his presence all the more tolerable in your opinion. "like a lovesick puppy. it's kind of pathetic, honestly - like, haven't you barely talked to her.." your words died out as your eyes caught sight of something you didn't expect to see within your first week in nevermore.

the glow.

you saw the shining gold before you saw who it surrounded. it was blindingly bright particles that floated and emitted a bright light that only you could see. all your senses were honed in on him, far too focused on the soul you had to guide to notice that he was following wednesday, who had trailed off moments prior.

your eyes widened when you saw rowan walk by, the golden glow surrounding him making your eyes cloud over in white. your irises and pupils disappeared into nothing, leaving your eyes a milky white. you felt that familiar tug in your chest, the one that brought nothing but dread and danger, and the immediate pain of loss. the glow that surrounded him was shining horribly bright; his death was really close.

"y/n? hello?" xavier followed your view, a snicker leaving his lips. "oh, i see." he watched as rowan's walk turned into a run into the nearby woods; right after wednesday. "i didn't know your eyes did that when you saw someone you like, y/n -"

"can you shut up, thorpe?" you snapped, shoving the bear towards him before turning around and walking away. your walk turned into a run as you followed rowan, knowing fully well that your agility would make you easily catch up with him. but as with the glow, your mind was only focused on him. nothing else mattered in that moment except for the fact that rowan laslow was going to die.

the sound of a roar made your hold your hand out, your tattoo of a sword glowing and making your sword materialize. on your back, hidden under the confines of your shirt, your tattoo of wings began to glow. that too, began to materialize, your wings writhing and stretching as it ripped through your shirt and spread out around you. pure white feathers flapped a few times, accustoming itself to the space, before you began to lift off the ground.

you flew towards the sound of the roaring, dodging trees and bushes before you saw a large monster over rowan, its claws digging into his chest. wednesday hunched over, catching her breath not too far away, and with no hesitation you flew faster and kicked the monster away from rowan. it let out another screech, one of pain this time, but you couldn't have cared less for its ugly form, for you were too focused on the dying boy on the ground.

the glow never lied. you saw his soul appear next to his body, merely a blue transparent silhouette in your eyes. you swallowed thickly, the pain of such a young soul being lost weighing heavy in your heart as you held your free hand out.

wordlessly, he accepted it. his hand was ice cold against your live one, and with that, you flew. you flew up thousands of feet, moving fast as your wings forced you up higher, higher, higher.

you broke through the clouds, breath heaving as you looked at the silhouette of rowan. the one that used to be alive, with a beating heart and living thoughts.

"there's a light," rowan murmured, his eyes set on the blinding light only he could see. but you saw nothing but the stars and the moon.

you only smiled sadly. "that will take you to where you need to go."

your job was a hard one. you brought them to the entrance of their death and allowed them to go there themselves and be there for eternity. there was no satisfaction from it, other than the fact that they weren't lost. they knew where they had to be.

you felt his silhouette disappear, the hand you were once holding now disappearing into nothing. your eyes reverted back to normal, and you looked around you at the emptiness around you. you were left with only the pain of losing another human.

you let out a sharp exhale, forcing yourself to think of anything but the soul you had just guided to the heavens, before flying back down to the woods. that was one of the hardest parts of your job; you felt the pain of them leaving. you understood that they would be missed, that they had an entire family and friends that would continue to miss them. you felt that pain from the moment you held his hand to fly him to the heavens, to the second he left.

the sound of flapping wings made wednesday look up from where she stood. she had been staring at the drawing rowan had kept in his pocket before your arrival, in which she quickly pocketed it and turned to you. your chest was heaving slightly, your arm bleeding from a twig that had seemingly gotten in your way during your flight between the trees. your wings folded behind you, and you opted to keep them out for as long as possible; it was hard to have them confined for long periods of time.

"did you guide him to valhalla?" wednesday asked, her tone as dead pan as ever, as if the fact that you had huge angel wings was the least of her troubles (which, in that moment, probably was). she was out of breath as well, her once perfect pigtails now a frizzy mess upon her head.

"i guided him to the entrance of whatever he believes in," you replied, looking down at his body and swallowing thickly. to change your focus, you glanced at wednesday, "your lack of response to a near death experience is admirable," you stated, making her nod curtly.

"truthfully, it was the most fun i have had all week," wednesday replied.

ACT II, ACT III, ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

#AUTHORSNOTE— that was the first part of my new series! feel free to send me asks about it and ask to be on the taglist! thank you sm for reading :)

[gay-dorito-dust]

Cat boy Zayne who gives you kitten kisses after you kissed his head. He loves reciprocating the affection you give him as you deserve it in his eyes.

Cat boy Zayne meows as he enters the room, almost as though he’s saying ‘hello’ or ‘pardon for the intrusion’ before he makes himself comfortable by your side, listening to you read aloud for him as he purrs in content. That or he waits for you to open the door, looking up at you with adoring eyes as he meows at you softly before moving into your room.

Cat boy rafayel would get pissy when you show other cats attention, so much so to the point where he feels the need to one up them by behaving himself and or just getting to you first before the other cats.

The fucker even climbs on high shelves and meows for your attention. He hates having to fight for your attention but he’ll be petty if he must to get it. Probably ruins your favourite plushie and tried to act innocent as the evidence lays at his paws…

Cat boy sylus is always accompanied by Luke and Kieran, who are mischievous cat boys in their own right. However Sylus loves to act like he’s hunting you as he hunkers down with his eyes wide and his hips wiggle vigorously before he lunges at you, smirking with pride when he towers above you in triumph.

Sits at the window and thinks he’s looks mysterious, but he’s actually being cute as he chitters as he eyes prey he unfortunately can’t reach due to being indoors and staring out of the window. He even looks back at you as though he’s expecting you to let him out so he can hunt, not knowing that he’s very much a domesticated house cat who will follow you to work by using your scent.

Cat boy Xavier would sleep on your bed even if it’s heavily advised that he shouldn’t, but you couldn’t fight against those beautiful rag doll kitty eyes that he gives you as he flattens his ears to his head, which only makes it worse and you end up having a cat who for some reason takes up most of your bed.

He kneads your tits

He sits next to you when your eating because he knows your the weakest link and will let him eat your food, if you don’t he’ll just take some and your forced to hunt him down to get the food out of his mouth.

[angelltheninth]

Love and Deepspace Men Dealing with Jealousy

Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Sylus x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, slightly suggestive, kissing, jealousy, marking, protectiveness

A/N: Kind of an a LADS high right now.

Zayne doesn't see his jealousy as a bad thing, he sees it as him protecting you from men who want to take advantage of you, which happens to be a many cause he has the cutest, sexiest girlfriend. He drags you into the bathroom, into one of the stalls, pulls your shirt down and sucks so many hickeys on your neck and the top of your breasts. If any man looks at you now it will be more than obvious that you're taken by someone who means business.

Rafayel gets in between you and those he is jealous of, he asserts himself right away, not wanting anyone to miss how his arm wraps around you. Clearly he needs to give some more clear signals that you're his girlfriend, if you're okay with it, from now on he will kiss you a lot more often. Well he kind of planned on it already but this a convenient excuse as he has possible deniability of his jealous and possessiveness.

Xavier insists that you are his and he is yours, there's nothing and no one who can change that, he won't let anyone tear you apart. Admittedly that does sound a little dramatic but in his work he can never be too sure of things, like how long he will be gone for or if someone will catch your eye while he's gone. He likes sending lots of voice messages and texts, and video calls at night, he misses you, he misses your voice, he wants you to know he loves you.

Sylus never pulls any punches when it comes to showing his jealous side, be it in private or in public. He can get very possessive, pulling you in his lap, calling you his girl, licking your neck slowly before kissing you deeply and trailing his hands up and down your back, stopping just short of going under your shirt. Likes it when he notices other men getting jealous of him being the one who gets to do these things with you, the only one.

[lovelaughsimp]

me and Xavier core :3

[nocolornosensesnolife]

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

[snzhrchy]

—☆ OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY !

xavier thorpe x gn!reader

synopsis; xavier, you and his sketchbook

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[no1deepspacehater]

When Your Dress Is Too Short (LADS Headcanons)

... And you're late for a party.

☆ Xavier

As soon as you step out the door, Xavier says nothing, but his eyes say A LOT.

“I know, I know, but we’re late! I didn’t think it’d be this short…”

It takes him a little to convince him to get going instead of making you change, but he eventually relents.

He’s standing behind you for the entire function. (Partly for you, and partly to hide the hard-on he’s getting.)

Anybody that dares to take a look is getting death eyes.

He will literally pull your dress down for you during the outing if he sees it’s riding up too much.

Good luck finding that dress afterwards; he’ll get rid of it immediately.

☆ Zayne

“A bold choice.” He points out as soon as you slip into the car.

“Please, Zayne, not now, we’re late!”

“You are correct, and while I’m not complaining, you did just flash me upon entering the car.”

“Zayne!”

Will force you to wear his big ass coat if he has one.

If not, he will also politely stand behind you most of the time and loudly cough if you start to bend down too much.

☆ Rafayel

“What do you think you’re wearing?”

“Rafayel, please, Thomas is going to kill us if we don’t show up to your showcase now!”

Unfortunately, Rafayel would rather drink the whole ocean instead of making you walk out like that.

Literally pulls out some cloth and sewing needle in the car and gets to work.

You’re more comfortable, yes, but Thomas nearly strangled you both since you were 30 minutes late.

Rafayel started getting handsy while modifying your dress, and well, one thing led to another.

☆ Sylus

“Um, Sylus, I think the stylist got my measurements wrong.”

Sylus gives you a look, eyebrows raised. “It’s supposed to look like that.”

“It’s supposed to be this short!? Sylus, if I even so much as tilt, I’ll flash the whole auction.”

“I’d have to outbid everyone for you, after that.” Sylus took a sip of his wine. “Then kill them.”

He’d call the stylist and have them fix it to your liking, although you were an hour and a half late at that point.

Sylus doesn’t mind either way; he likes showing you off, but he also wants you to be comfortable.