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#| int. Xavier |
soulsuckrrs · 3 months
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open to: m/f/anyone connection: ex (spouse, fiance, significant other) plot: BASED ON | your muse being the one in the hospital & Xavier being the emergency contact.
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It didn’t take him too long to find them, Xavier's professional but demanding energy was enough to get the nurses at the front desk to tell him where the other was being kept. Getting the call from the hospital hadn’t been the surprise it had been whom the call had pertained to, in an instant Xavier had stopped what he had been doing to quickly make his way to the hospital. He couldn’t help the protectiveness he still felt over them, that was likely the most difficult thing to ignore– aside from the feelings he denied himself. 
Moving through the hallway Xavier soon reached the room number he’d been told they were resting in and he wasted little time in pushing open the doors, without knocking. He had a mixture of feelings, worry and concern being the largest but the man expressed it with an air of tension. “What happened? Are you alright?” He asked with a low and demanding tone, worry evident there between the expression of what could be mistaken for anger. They hadn’t given him many details at all over the phone and that had given way to the possibilities which had flooded his mind on the drive over. Quickly his eyes scanned over them, urging an explanation before he started jumping to conclusions.
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nobodys-saviour · 3 months
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shesnake · 10 months
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Xavier Dolan in response to news of his retiring as a director being taken out of context
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vanessagable · 3 months
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van 📲 x
van: sooooooo 😌 van: i was doing my morning zillow scroll and i think i fell in love with a house 🥺
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rcyalxblccd · 10 days
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Very little time had been spent wandering the castle if Xavier could help it upon his arrival. After all, there were some people he wished to avoid, so much so that when he was not performing his duty as guard to the Cuban royals - he had found himself venturing to the inner cities to help himself to copious amounts of liquor. Unfortunately, his habit was quick to catch up with him. After a fellow guard had warned him how his foolishness could put the King and Queen into yet another compromising situation, he tried his best to get himself out of the rut he had been in since he and Nadiye had been separated in Italy.
So upon being released from his duties for the day, Xavier had decided to venture to kitchen for a cup of tea to wake himself a bit. The kitchen was unsurprisingly empty, as it was quite a bit after lunch but too early for the staff to be preparing meals for dinner. He rummaged through several cabinets, until stumbling upon the kettle he had been looking for. As he moved to the sink to fill the kettle with water, the sound of approaching footsteps pulled Xavier away from his current task. "Would you like s-..." he began, his words caught in his throat though when he saw who had entered the room. Quickly Xavier averted his gaze away from Nadiye. His eyes instead; becoming glued to his reflection in the tea kettle.
Xavier had imagined being reunited with Nadiye many times prior to his arrival in Greece; however any words he would have once spoken to her had seemed to fly out the window the moment he learned that she had given birth to a child. He knew he should not be surprised or upset with her; after all, she was now married and children were expected to follow such events but that did not mean it hurt him any less.
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brckensocietyarch · 1 year
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{ open to m/f/nb | possible connection: colleague, assistant, ex, friend of his wife, friend/sibling/partner of his friend. honestly go wild. could even be his wife being jealous he’s talking to another woman. can even be the person he is talking to, legit idc. }
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Xavier wasn’t the biggest fan of fancy events, he knew they were a necessity and he didn’t mind socialising, especially if it furthered his company in the future. But what he hated was the constriction, they were always so formal and serious and it went against his nature to simply suffer in silence. He had been making conversation with one of the woman who had hired him in the past for his gardening skills, his side business he did for fun. “Yes, I definitely need to come by again to do some touch ups.” He nodded, sipping his wine as he debated how he was going to make this night more fun.
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ask-the-redheads · 1 year
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[ foresight ]   -   for the sender to complete a task that receiver regularly does because receiver was busy. (Victor doing laundry and dishes because Xavier was busy with paperwork?) @ask-silent-death
Xavier had spent the entire day doing paperwork. He was tired, but he knew he still had to do the laundry and the dishes. He slowly got up and walked into the kitchen to find Victor and clean dishes. “Ah, Vic? Did you do that?”
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greengideon · 6 months
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gideon 📲 x
gideon: hey gideon: saw you and your girl taking off from that party in a hurry last night gideon: everything good, brother?
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brckensociety · 3 months
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{ open to m/f/nb | based on this | any connection welcome, t*boo/forbidden encouraged, he is married in his main verse so can be cheating - he loves that | please read rules before interacting. }
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"you really want me to go?" xavier queried, somewhat rhetorically, as he stood from the couch, a devious gleam in his eyes. "okay, tell me you don't want to kiss me... and i'll go," he spoke out, slowly stalking closer to them. "tell me you don't want me to rip your clothes off, and i'll go," he continued, eyes darkening as he did so. when he was close enough to them, dark orbs locked on theirs he spoke one last time, "tell me you don't want to fuck me right now and i'll go... tell me."
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agothorn · 7 months
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Aster's "I had a feeling you were lying about something but I decided to be patient with you anyway" vs Xavier's "It was very stupid of me in trusting you in the beginning; trusting people comes natural to me. And I do not regret in trusting you, not then and not now."
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macaulaymontgomery · 7 months
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location: backstage at a music venue, la starter for: @xaviermattthews
Macaulay stood in the wings backstage, watching the band begin their set with her fingers tapping against the plastic badge of her backstage pass. (It paid to have roadie connects.)
She notices a taller figure sidle up next to her, glancing over and upward.
Well, this was gonna be awkward.
"Oh, hey boss," she greets with a weak smile, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. He hadn't been her "boss" for over two years, but old habits died hard.
"Didn't know you were a fan of Seventeen Swans."
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soulsuckrrs · 1 year
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open to: m/f/anyone connection: stranger, another supernatural/wolf, someone actually lost, criminal, idk go with what works~
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Coming down from a night-long hunt, Xavier moved silently through the woods on a small path, making his way back to civilization with a knowing step. Out here, where there was nothing but him, the trees, and the creatures who lived among them… it was where he felt the safest, the most at home. It was away from people. This far into the dense woods and Xavier knew he would be alone for quite some time, not to mention, it was still fairly early in the morning but he needed to get back to his vehicle before the park rangers did–
The distant sound of footsteps broke Xavier out of his mental conversation with himself and he stopped in his own tracks. Eyes darting around to search for the source, one thing was for sure, they were the steps of another animal. The streak of movement catch his eyes and Xavier saw that it was another person, this confused him but he decided to move closer to them and once he was in their eye-sight he cleared his throat and called out to them. “Hello, are you lost?” He could have been a little more friendly but it was strange for him to see anyone in this part of the woods, this early in the morning and… in the rain that just started to fall.
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RECEIVED      →      ❝    you’ve gained quite the reputation,    you know.    ❞      /      @vipercloud​​
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                    lowering his bow to the point that his arm is extended straight at his side,      xavier glances over at wednesday with a tentative gaze.          it’s a quickly fleeting moment,      his eyes hastily refocusing on the target in front of him and his arm raising once more.          even with the abrupt change in focus,      the bow constricting her view isn’t enough to conceal the abstruse smile that causes the corners of his lips to twitch.                              ❝        yeah,      you could say that.        ❞                              there’s no disagreement with the statement,      even without asking for further clarification.          positive or negative,      he’s well aware that despite his best attempts to be a recluse like he always has been,      it hasn’t worked out in his favor.          with a stretch of the string,      the arrow hits perfectly in the center with little concentration on his end,      xavier then taking a step back to hand the weapon to wednesday.                              ❝        i guess that’s what happens when you date the      ––––      what’d you call her?      ––––      the self - appointed queen bee.          people start talking,      then suddenly your life isn’t so private.        ❞
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shesnake · 10 months
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“Because, here's the thing. Storytelling deserves the best of us and everyone who comes to it. Every detail should be perfect. Every line, reiterated, rewritten, or scrapped. Every color deserves the most revealing light and every face, the most flattering angle. Every actor is a creator, every costume and lens are a choice, every window dressing is a conversation. That's how I see it. That's how I like it. And I won't have it any other way. I won't be cheaper. I won't be faster. I won't be broader. I'll be, always, free in how I create, and free to create when I choose to, or choose not to.”
Xavier Dolan on retiring as a film director
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vanessagable · 6 months
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van 📲 x
van: [sends a selfie of her in Mikayla’s blonde bob wig] remember this girl? 🤣
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xfscribes · 2 years
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Stubborn as they always were, the Cuban king and queen had taken their time in arriving to Italy. Their hope to have all eyes on them, whether for a good or bad reason did not matter - so long as they were the focus of everyone’s attention. Xavier was used to the foolish charades performed by the family he served, and while he usually rolled his eyes at nearly every situation they put him in - it was the furthest of things from his mind at the moment. Not when there was a chance he would be able to see Nadiye again.
It had been months since they had seen one another, and maybe it was foolish to allow himself such excitement when for all he knew she could have fallen head over heels for the man she was betrothed to, in his absence. After all, what did he truly have to offer her other than the love he felt. It took some time, but the first chance he had, Xavier used it to sneak away from his king and queen - and made his way through the estate. He interacted with other staff, getting to know the new faces while also gaining information on where Nadiye may be. Eventually he stumbled upon the woman in question; in the gardens which should have been the first place he looked. His lips curved up into a bright smile when he saw her, though it seemed she had yet to take notice of him.
It was as if Xavier was swept off his feet. One moment he was by the entrance of the gardens - the next he was beside Nadiye, leaning down to whisper something in her ear. “I did not think it possible for you to be even more beautiful than the day we met, Nadiye. Yet here you are.” He spoke quietly enough that no one else could hear, though anyone who payed close enough attention may have been able to see the look in his eyes that showed just how deeply he cared for the woman beside him.
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