#xavier thorpe jester

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Payback

Dom!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

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This takes place after Hop-frogs win the Poe Cup - timeline not specified.

Valerye was sure she and the Ophelia Hall would win this year. So sure in fact, she offhandedly made a bet with her boyfriend Xavier. It was quite simple - if he won, she would be his to order around for the rest of the day. But this wouldn't happen of course, because she's not going to lose... Right? The thing is, she didn't expect the motivation it gave Xavier to prove her wrong. And, oh boy, he did way more to her.

Turns out, her submissive partner was not-so-submissive that night.

Valerye was standing in the middle of her dorm room in a gobsmacked silence. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, her heart racing, as the realisation of the consequences of the bet she made with Xavier before the Poe Cup were gradually dawning on her. And it seemed Xavier was immensely enjoying her despair.

“You want me to do what?” She breathed, shivers trickling down her spine.

He was still in the jester costume, hat in hand, leaning against the wall with a self-satisfied smirk on his painted face. 

“I won. On your terms, may I remind you.” He took a few steps towards her and threw the clown hat onto the bed, freeing his hands. When he looked back at her, there was something in his eyes that made her breath shaky. Something that made her feel the heat creep around her back and neck, nesting between her legs. However, she straightened and looked him back in the eye, challenging him. She was the dominant one. No way in hell she would give in that easily.

“So?”

He stopped right before her, making her strain her neck to keep looking at him. She barely reached his shoulders. He lowered himself to her level, his breath fanning her neck, making her stifle a sigh of pleasure. His long fingers ghosted her shoulder, leaving goosebumps where they touched her hot skin. A few loose hairs escaped from his bun and tickled the side of her face.

Just a few nights ago, she was pulling at them, exposing his long neck for her to bite while she was riding him on the floor of his art studio. He was falling apart underneath her, needy and whiny, desperately bucking his hips and begging to finally let him cum. She could see the bitemarks she left on his neck despite the layer of white paint covering it.

And yet, somehow she knew Xavier Thorpe wasn’t about to plead to torture him like that right now.

“So you better get out of those clothes, kitten. Surely, you don’t want to break the promise, do you?” She felt his teeth graze her earlobe and she moaned quietly before she could stop herself. She knew he had his signature smirk plastered on his face again, clearly proud of his effect on her. She huffed, exasperated by his sudden boldness. She didn’t like taking orders, she never had to take orders like this from him, but her pride didn’t let her back down. She most certainly would not break a promise.

He went to sit down in a chair beside a full-length mirror, watching her undress. His smile didn’t falter under her annoyed gaze - on the contrary. A wide grin spread across his face, the clown paint making him look wicked.

He motioned for her to come closer. Valerye frowned - he was still in his costume. He patted his thigh before she could open her mouth to ask what the hell he was playing at. She pursed her lips, feeling more embarrassed by the second, but she sat down on his long legs, completely naked. He purred contentedly, his hands caressing her arms and chest, placing wet, open mouthed kisses along the line of her jawline, neck and underneath her ears, the way he knew would make her lean into him for more. And this is exactly what he needed.

He swiftly turned her body around, pushing her back flush against his chest and sunk his teeth into the side of her neck, making her yelp in surprise. Before she registered what was going on, she had either leg hooked over his knees and he spread them wide, locking her in place. 

There she was, fully nude and completely exposed on her boyfriend’s lap, unable to close her legs, looking at herself in the full-length mirror in front of them. She felt herself go red in the face, earning another smirk from Xavier.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now.” He feigned worry, teasing her skin with the tips of his fingers, grazing over her most sensitive areas. “I want to see you whole.”

She moaned softly at his words, and then louder whimpers formed in her throat when she felt his mouth on a particular sweet spot at the base of her shoulder. And with that, his hands travelled down her body, working their magic on her hardened nipples, one going even further to rub her clit. She stiffened against him with her mouth agape, moaning breathlessly as he picked up the pace.

“God, you’re so fucking wet”, he groaned into her neck, nipping at her in all the right places. 

Soon, she was wailing desperately under his touch, back arched into him, hyperventilating. His skilled fingers worked mercilessly on her sensitive, now swollen clit. She couldn’t think of anything, her mind going blank in and out again, desperately wanting to reach the sweet release. She inched towards it, slowly, moving against his palm when suddenly, she was past the point of no return. And Xavier felt it too, the way her body went rigid, when she got incredibly hot to the touch and almost stopped breathing. His breath got caught in his throat too, his eyes going wide, looking at Valerye’s reaction in the mirror in front, wishing to remember every single detail about this image. He could feel his dick straining against the material of the costume.

She came undone, moaning throatily, and he felt his hand getting soaked in hot fluid. His brain stopped working for a second, processing what had just happened. He blinked, looking down to find a small clear puddle at his feet. Valerye sensed his body tensed behind her, heard him inhaling through his teeth.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I–”

She met his eyes in the mirror - his pupils blown out, eyes wide and unblinking. He looked insane with this clown like face paint for a moment. And suddenly, he resumed, rubbing her with much more vigour, breathing quickly against her ear. 

“Do it again,” he growled, growing even harder with every moment. He wanted to see it again, to feel how much she couldn’t control herself from the pleasure he was giving her. However, she kept shifting back and forth, squealing and whimpering, trying to avoid his fingers. It was too much for her to endure, the hot jolts coursing through her body almost painful, she was so overstimulated. 

He grasped her face and forced her head hard towards him. 

“Again!” He snarled, his eyes lustful and demanding, looking even more deranged with the creepy, smudged jester makeup on. Something caught his eye right next to her head and a wide, sinister looking grin slowly spread on his face. 

“...or I will make you.”

Valerye’s breath hitched in her throat when she realised what he meant. She told him about her toys on several occasions but never actually used one with him - and right now he was looking at one. A very particular one - the one she intended to use on him tonight, if he lost the race - as he was supposed to. The one charging in plain sight on her bedside table. The one capable of the most intense torture, the one able to make her, force her to cum in mere seconds on one of the lowest levels. And by the looks of it, he knew what it could do as well. His knowing smile, accentuated by the red lines of his makeup, told her he must’ve googled "the magic wand" - surely more than once. This fucker. Her body started to tremble in anxious anticipation. Excitement mixed with fear and desire made her skin break out in goosebumps. She knew for sure she wouldn't be able to stand the intensity of it all.

“Xavier”, her voice small and shaky, embarrassment written all over her red cheeks. She squeaked pitifully when his fingers brushed her swollen clit, as he hitched his knees higher, making it impossible for her to stand up on her own now. “I can’t take this, it’s too much–”

“Too much already? After just one orgasm? Ooh no,” he cooed mockingly, “my poor, poor vixen. Too bad you have no say in this tonight.” He kept toying with her, sliding her sensitive nub between his slick, skillful fingers, deaf to her pitiful pleading. Without a warning, he grabbed her by her throat with his free hand - forcefully enough to drive the point across. “And now. Do. It. Again.” 

Valerye’s eyes went wide with shock as she inhaled sharply through gritted teeth. His large palm clasped around her neck, covering it entirely, obstructed the airflow enough to make her slightly dizzy. She hated not being in control. She was always the one who dictated the rules, who made Xavier crumble under her touch, not the other way around. But now, her mind gradually escaped her once again, more and more with each time he licked and kissed her neck in just the right places and each time his fingers repeatedly stroked her oh so overly sensitive clit, she couldn’t fight it anymore. She knew she was at his mercy, completely defenceless against him. She absolutely loved and hated every second of it. And the new, ungodly sounds forming in her constricted throat were only sealing her fate further.

Xavier’s eyes bore into her in the mirror, savoring every inch of the reflection it provided. Her naked body, fully on display for him. There she was, dripping wet because of him, legs spread wide just for him. The way she writhed on top of his thighs, almost crying from overstimulation, made him want to push her down into the floor and rail her swollen pussy raw. He relished in the friction her bucking hips provided through his costume and the sweet, desperate sounds escaping her lips, mixed with oh god, too much, and I can’t on repeat. Even now, Valerye made his head clouded with lust.

Xavier bit her neck again to steady his mind. No, not now. He wanted to pay her back for all those times she made him cry and beg for relief. He wanted to drive her to the point of madness, the same way she did when she kept ruining his orgasms over and over again. He wanted to make her babble incoherently, his name the only thing etched in her barely conscious mind, exactly like she did it with him, time and time again. And most importantly, he wanted her to squirt on him, again and again, and again. But he had to make sure.

“Do you want to use the safeword?”

Even now, a burning flame of pride rose in Valerye’s heaving chest. He never used it and she didn’t want to either. He slowed his movements, giving her enough time to glare at him in the mirror. He had this stupid smirk on his clown-painted face that always made her go weak in the knees. She pursed her lips into a thin line, not wanting to admit she wanted more of this torture, not wanting to fuel his now overly inflated ego. He chuckled, seeing her prideful stare. Not for long.

“Hm?” He inquired. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly brought his slick covered fingers towards his mouth and licked them clean, humming with pleasure. He knew how much she loved his tongue on her. “You always taste so good, Val.” 

This was enough for her. She whimpered, a pained expression on her face and pleaded quietly.

“What was that? Didn’t catch that.”

“Are you really going to make me beg?” You fucking dick, Valerye thought.

“Oh, absolutely.” Xavier smiled widely, clearly enjoying the power he held over her.

She took a deep breath.

“Xavi, please…”

“Yes?” He reached towards the nightstand, raising his eyebrows to indicate he was expecting more of her. Valerye swallowed hard, eyeing the toy in his hand.

“...I want more.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Please.”

“Uh-hm..?”

This absolute fucking dick. He obviously tried very hard not to grin and she was seconds away from losing her mind.

“Xavier, please, I want you, make me cum for you, please. I’m begging you.”

His fingers dug in the flesh of her thighs at those words. He steadied himself, breathing slowly and doing everything in his power not to push his throbbing cock inside her this second. 

“I’d love to, Valerye.” He groaned.

She felt the tip of the toy touch her exposed clit. Before she could brace herself for what’s to come, he turned it on. And she lost her mind to the absolute forceful pleasure the vibrator provided. A strangled scream came out of her throat as she kicked, writhed and cried, trying to get away from his hands and this overwhelming pleasure. He wasn’t having it.

The mind numbing vibrations stopped for a second. She felt herself slip from Xavier’s thighs onto the chair, just to have her legs hitched up and pinned at both sides of her head, as he latched his mouth onto her incredibly soft and swollen pussy. But this sweet break didn’t last very long either. Even stronger vibrations were now biting at her clit, making her wail like if she was possessed. She felt as if she was on fire and was about to burst into actual flames, when she felt the orgasm. A second later it hit her like a ton of bricks, making her spasm and writhe and squirt. She heard a stifled hoarse moaning that wasn’t her own from between her legs. And when she opened her eyes, Xavier was hunched over her, panting like a feral dog, fighting with the pants of the costume. His face was soaked wet because of her, face paint running down his neck and dripping at his front. He didn’t seem to notice, too blinded by the wild lust he felt right now. He wanted Val to wet his face again but he couldn’t fight himself anymore. He needed to be inside her. Right. Now.

She felt him push his hard cock forcefully inside her, stretching her wonderfully. She was so wet she didn’t need any time adjusting - and thankfully so, because Xavier just simply lost control.

Her mind went haywire. The immense pleasure occupied every single part of her body, making her babble incoherently, slurring a mix of 'yes', 'fuck', 'god' and 'Xavier' was driving him closer and closer to his own release. He couldn’t think straight, his hips pounding her in feverish, animalistic almost, frenzy, hitting all the sweet spots that made her see sparks before her eyes. And then, she came again, screaming his name, scratching his arms, chest and back, pulling him into his own release right after her own.

Xavier Thorpe savoured every part of the image that was present before his eyes. Valerye, spread on the bedsheets, entangled with him in a blissful embrace, was slowly slipping into uncosciousness, feebly reciprocating his kisses. It was truly the most beautiful payback he could ever wish for.

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Nevermore’s Jesters

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hello, I have an Xavier Thorpe request

Reader can’t swim, but joins Enid’s Poe Cup team as a favor for her best friend. So during the Poe Cup she falls in and without hesitation Xavier jumps in to rescue her

Thank you 😊

I don’t know what to think about this one, but I don’t think I can do better

—

The Sirens were last to depart, but you knew Bianca was plotting something. As Wednesday had pointed out last night, it was impossible for them to be the only boat to make it back across the lake without sinking every year. Unfortunately, there were no rules in the Poe cup. Sabotage was allowed and Bianca had already begun early by sending Yoko to the infirmary because of a major allergic reaction to garlic bread, leaving Enid without a copilot.

Quickly enough, the Black Cats were second in line. You saw Enid’s lips twitch into a grin, but you told her to focus and keep rowing. Gloating too soon always leads to a major downfall.

Then, Ajax and his jesters caught up to you and brushed against your boat as they rowed past you.

‘’Oh, excuse us,’’ one of them fakely apologized, sniggering.

You were tempted to flip them the finger, but you took your own advice and rowed faster instead. ‘’Come on, ladies!’’

The sabotaging soon began with a nod from Bianca. Another siren — Kent — was on the deck on the side of the lake, waiting for his friend’s signal to jump in and tip one of the boats. You would never tell Enid, but you were happy to not be first in line at the moment as you saw their boat being guided into the red buoy and breaking in three pieces, sending everyone in the water.

The well and the pendulum were out.

‘’Faster,’’ Enid told everyone, sensing the sirens were getting closer and if they went past you, the black cats would be last.

Without surprise, the jesters made it to the other side first. They had left their boat on the shore, completely unattended. The opportunity for sabotage was too easy, but unfortunately it didn’t even cross your mind as you stayed behind to guard your boat. What a missed opportunity.

Shortly after Enid and the girls left running, you saw Xavier running back with his flag, Ajax and the other boy right behind. His jester makeup was so extra, but it looked great on him. It was a contrast to his personality.

‘’Does the claws come with the costume?’’ he teased as he was embarking his boat, glancing at your black ears and whiskers Enid had painted on your cheeks.

‘’Don't mess with the cat or you’ll find out,’’ you fired back, making Xavier grin.

The teasing and flirting between you and Xavier was nothing new. It was obvious to everyone who had eyes that you had feelings for each other, but you were both too shy to admit it and settled on dancing around each other instead.

Eventually, Enid came back with the flag and the girl quickly took their seats just as the sirens pulled in. Bianca didn't seem very worried or rushed, meaning she was planning something else. That was no good.

The black cats were almost halfway across the lake when you felt something pushing underneath the boat. You tightened your grip on the oar, not enjoying how unsteady the boat suddenly was. Before you could ask what was going on, the pushing happened again. This time, it was stronger.

Someone was trying to tip you over.

You didn’t have time to react as another — and last — push overturned the boat, making your worst fear come true.

Your heart leaped in your chest as you fell in the water, not knowing how to swim.

‘’Enid! Help!’’ you called, trying to stay above water by kicking your arms and feet, but only ended up splashing in panic. ‘’Eni—’’

‘’The Black Cats are down,'' Ajax announced with premature victory, seeing your boat upside down and your oars floating.

Xavier whipped his head around and saw that, indeed, the boat was upside down. He scanned the water for you, seeing only Enid and the other girls.

‘’Shit.’’

Not many people knew that you couldn’t swim. It wasn't something you liked to brag about. It’s kind of embarrassing. Only Xavier and Enid knew of your swimming troubles, which was why you called for her when you fell.

He stopped rowing and jumped in the lake, making his teammates confused.

‘’We’re almost half-way!’’ one of them said, but Xavier didn’t care about the Poe cup anymore.

‘’Xavier!’’ Ajax called, but he didn’t hear his friend. All that was on his mind was you.

—

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[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Secrets, secrets

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: It wasn´t always easy hiding a relationship when you were spending almost every hour of every day of the year (aside from holidays) with the people you were trying to hide said relationship from.

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: 1k

It wasn´t always easy hiding a relationship when you were spending almost every hour of every day of the year (aside from holidays) with the people you were trying to hide said relationship from. Sometimes it kind of made you feel bad even. There was no reason to hide it after all, that thought circled around in your head and with it every time there came a multitude of reasons why it was good you had decided not to shout the good news from the rooftops of Nevermore academy right after Xavier and you had confessed your feelings to each other in your room a few weeks back. (No matter how much you wanted to) First and foremost his ex. You didn´t have anything against Bianca per say, other than her kind of being mean to people and her… militancy when it came to winning the Poe cup. Aside from a couple of glances you weren´t on her radar yet and quite honestly you would have preferred to keep it that way. And secondly your friends. Not for any of the same reasons at all, if anything they had been nothing but nice too you, both of you. It made you feel kind of stupid, yet you still feared their judgement. 

So, you found contentment in the smaller things. In the way his arm or leg touched yours in class, always trying to sit a little closer to you. The little notes he slid under your door despite being able to just text you at any given moment if he so desired to. And of course, the afternoons in his little studio, under the guise of doing homework and the nights you got to sneak into his room. You had to admit on those nights it was pretty easy to forget everything and everyone around you. When you laid there in the bed that was not meant to hold two people, limbs all tangled up, his thumb stroking your cheek and grazing your lower lip every once in a while. When your eyes only broke their soft gaze into each other to close while sharing an even softer touch of the lips. When all you could smell was just him. 

Overall, it was safe to say the two of you kept it pretty much on the down low though. Safe for some stolen glances even Enid saw. Luckily, she thought it was only a crush and soon she was distracted by her own feelings for a certain gorgon and the mission of getting her new roommate to like her. 

Not too long after your preparations for the Poe cup started and instead of sneaking around behind your friends backs you spend every minute helping the black cats wherever help was needed as he prepared with his team. Mostly you were painting the boat until everyone was happy with the result and sewing costumes and training until the day arrived.

The night before you spend with Xavier of course. Enjoying each other’s company and joking about who possibly would win the cup this year. You personally didn´t really care for the first place, but you knew how much your team and your boyfriend each wanted to win more than nothing, even if it was just to throw the sirens off of their throne. Which in turn motivated you. The hours went by far too quick and as you fell asleep in his arms the sun was already threating to rise, leaving only very little time before you had to get back and get ready for the event. Which, of course, was more stressful than you would have anticipated. After sleeping in and an almost costume glitch, everyone was just happy to sit in the boat in one piece. However aside form Xaviers pair of beautiful green eyes you could feel another person’s  less pleasant stare in your back.

There wasn´t much of a chance to think about it too deeply though, as the race started and what a race it was. You were grateful for the short breather as Wednesday raced to get the flag. Watching as Enid destroyed the canoe of your jester looking rivals you tried to focus on the part of the race lying ahead and less your teammates congratulating your friend for the idea. Xavier would so be pissed about this, but to be fair it was a good idea and there were no rules so they could suck it. Seeing Wednesday finally arrive with the flag you took one last deep breath as you gave your all and finally arrived at the finish line. The fact you had landed first place didn´t even get registered until your team held the trophy in their hands.

Once you did register what was going on, it was as if your body kicked into autopilot. Turning around to search him in the crowd of students you jumped into his arms.

To his still slightly sulking features now came a hint of surprise, that all melted away once your lips met in a close to eager kiss. Pressing your lips together, the giddy feeling only got stronger. Making a wide grin, accompanied by a laugh, take its place on your face.

In that moment everyone around you disappeared. The only thing you wanted to do was share the incredible feeling with your boyfriend. Who cared what the others would think, especially Bianca. In the end she was already salty about loosing so why not give her another reason to stay mad.

Pressing your lips together one more time you ran back to your team, who made space for you right away, cheering some more before Principal Weems declared the end of the event and the student body went their own way. Your team and by extent Xavier went to one of the girls rooms to celebrate some more in private.

Sitting in your boyfriends lap in the circle that had formed on the floor of the room your friends wasted no time asking questions and congratulating , before noting how majorly pissed Bianca had looked the moment you had jumped into Xaviers arms. All sharing a laugh before forming multiple conversations.

That night sleep found you easily, as for the first time you laid in your bed instead of his. Your roommate deciding to stay up longer with some of the other girls and staying in their room for the night. You were thankful for them, though the suggestive winks and giggles really wouldn´t have been necessary.

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[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

can i req like xavier x reader where theyre rivals but readers liked xavier for a while now but xavier has no clue. xavier always teases reader when he gets the opportunity to yk but one day he has been like avoiding reader/not talking to them for some reason and reader confronts him abt it

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WHAT'S THE POINT?

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: light swearing

it's really frustrating when you have a slight crush on a guy that says he hates your guts.

you don't even know why or how you like him, you should hate him by the way he talks to you, the way he speaks about you. but there's just something about him that's so...enticing.

maybe it's his eyes, his deep hazel eyes. so harsh at first look but shows something deeper than that when you look deeper

or his hair, his long light brown hair, looking so soft making you want to run your hands through it.

or maybe his lips, the same lips that held the harsh words, but the same lips that were so plump and pink that made him look so...kissable.

but it didn't matter what made you take a liking to him, the fact is you do and that was that.

but every mean comment seemed to hurt a little more because of that fact.

but you thought back to all the times he was arguing with you, and questioned if it was actually flirting instead of fighting.

-

you smiled down at your paper, seeing the mark written in red at the top.

you had spent ages studying for the test and it seemed to pay off.

you looked up in front of you to where Xavier sat where he proudly showed you his mark, smirking at you as you looked at his 100%!

you rolled your eyes, sighing at his childishness

"better luck next time, sweetheart" he winked

"you would you know if I didn't get the same mark?" you questioned

"did you?" he raised an eyebrow

"just shut up" you groaned

"aw, don't worry, you'll beat me next time, dingus" he pouted

-

an during the poe cup.

you tripped over and cut you knee, the blood pooling out and sliding down your leg.

you winced in pain and held onto your thigh to to stop the bleeding as two Jesters came running to get their flag

"Go and get it" Xaveri yelled to Ajax as he stopped in front of you.

"how could you possibly do that, idiot" he chuckled as he bent down to your level

"oh piss off" you whined

"are you ok?" he helped you up slowly

"I'm fine" you sniffed

"are you sure, you can always tell me when you feel small or hurt or like you've failed and lost" he smiled smugly

"you'd love that wouldn't you?"

"I would, I would really would" he nodded cockily

-

but you highly doubted it was flirting, i mean it couldn't be, could it?

but he did always have a reason to talk to you, either to rub in your face that he got a good mark, to ask you how you are sarcastically or to just tell you that you should do better and try harder

but recently he hasn't been doing that, he hasn't been near you at all.

you haven't seen him in a week, in fact and it was pissing you off.

you always had a snarky comeback to throw at him when he insulted you.

but now that he hasn't come to do any of those, you haven't been able to do that and it made you mad.

so you went off to find him.

following him through corridors past people, you managed to catch up to him.

"hey! Xavier, wait up!" you called out to him, he stopped walking and turned around to see who it was

"what now?" he huffed

"what are you planning?" you questioned him as you stood in front of him

"what do you mean?" he asked

"you've been avoiding me" you crossed your arms

"just because I haven't talked to you doesn't mean I've been avoiding you, besides, we're not friends, I'm not obligated to talk to you" he announced coldly

"I know that" you paused "but it's not like you"

"it's not like me how?" he shook his head confused

"you always find an excuse to talk to me, but you haven't bothered lately, why?" you inquired

"what's the point? all we do is bicker, it never gets anywhere, so why bother?" he glared at you softly- if that was even possible

"well that's not my fault" you argued

"yes! yes it is your fault! it is all your fault. everything is your fault!" he yelled at you, frightening you at his sudden outburst

"no it's not, I haven't done anything!" you replied

"yes it is! you drive me insane!" he covered his face aggressively

"that's not my fault!" you scoffed

"yes it is! everything about you drives me crazy!" he spoke anxiously

"what's that supposed to mean?" you questioned

"it means that they way you laugh at things even when they aren't funny, the way you always have a smile on your face, the way you try your hardest to do your best at school, the way you always know what to say to cheer someone up, the way you see the best in anyone, even when they are the worst possible person ever and the way you make me feel drives me absolutely insane." he admitted

you were silent, seeing that he wasn't exactly done with what he was saying

"and I get to experience none of those for myself, none of those things are for me" he muttered

"what's your point?" you tilted your head in confusion

he turned to look away before looking back at you, the corner of his lips lifting to a smirk.

"my point is that I want you to do those things with me, but all I get is you rolling your eyes and scoffing before you walk away" he said

"so what you're saying is that..." you took a deep breath, looking directly in his eyes

he sighed "it doesn't matter what I'm saying, it won't change anything, because you don't like me back" he whispered the last bit

"are you kidding?" you chuckled

he rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek

"I've liked you for ages! but you were too dumb and oblivious by rivalry to even notice it!" you confessed

"oh"

"yeah" you gulped

"well- um, I won't avoid you anymore then" he coughed awkwardly

"seriously" you huffed, throwing your hands by your sides

"well, would you want to do something sometime?" he asked

"yeah" you smiled "yeah, I'd like that"

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[pumpkin-cake]

Midnight Rain

(part three of ???)

-part one- -part two-

tyler galpin x gn!reader

summary - things go wrong at the Poe Cup !

tw - cursing, some violence

really minor spoilers for WEDNESDAY !

You woke up bright and early the next morning. The morning of the stupid event your stupid mother was stupidly making you do. Your eyes adjusted to the light in your room, and you forced yourself out of bed so you could get into your uniform to which you’d soon change out of into a very embarrassing cat costume. Why couldn’t you be apart of say, Xavier Thorpe’s group? They got to dress as cool scary clown-jester things. Oh wait. You HAD to be in Ophelia Hall.

Well, to be honest, it didn’t matter what you looked like, since you were gonna be changing anyway.

You got yourself ready for the day ahead of you, leaving your dorm to grab breakfast. All you heard was chatter about the Poe Cup. How Bianca was probably going to win again, and how annoyed they were over it. You ignored it, you heard talk like that all the time. Bianca was just crazy talented, and in your opinion others were just jealous. She was also dating a crazy attractive dude, so she had that going for her too.

You eventually found Bianca in the Quad, sitting next to Xavier who didn’t seem very interested in whatever she was saying. His pencil furiously scribbled across his paper, his brow furrowed in concentration. Bianca’s eyes met yours and she decided to ditch Xavier, who merely nodded in acknowledgement as she stood and went over to you.

“You ready for today?” She asked, the two of you heading to an empty table.

“As I’ll ever be.” You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“Your mom make you do it again?” She chuckled.

“Yup.” You muttered, taking a sip of your drink. The coffee at Nevermore wasn’t as good as the coffee at Weathervane. “Even gave me a whole plan.”

“You’ve got the principal on your team?” She scoffed a bit and crossed her arms. “Not fair.”

“You really think I’m gonna put in all my effort?” You snorted in reply. “I don’t care as much as my teammates about winning this stupid cup. It doesn’t matter that Mom came up with the plan if I don’t give a single shit about it.”

“Well, you have a point.” She agreed, resting her cheek against the palm of her hand and glancing over to Xavier, who was still drawing away.

“…alright, spill.” You hummed, finishing your coffee. “What did he do?”

“He just got all bitchy with me this morning.” She said with a frown. “Said something about trust? I dunno, I was too tired to comprehend a lot of it.” She tapped her nails on the table.

“You think it’s cuz you’re a siren?” You inquired. “If he’s talking weird about trust. Unless you did something that I don’t know about.”

“(Y/n), you know I’d tell you. Or he would, telling you to tell me like you’re some messenger pigeon.”

“I already told him I’m done being Hermes for him.” You chuckled. “Got tired of it last fight.”

“It wasn’t a fight!” She defended, almost pouting when you quizzically raised a brow. “Whatever, but I swear I didn’t do anything to prompt it.”

“Maybe his little white boy ego is insecure for whatever reason.” You suggested. “You’ve never used your powers on him before, have you?”

“(Y/n)! You know I’d never!”

“Exactly. Then I think this is a ‘Xavier Thorpe can’t communicate’ case. Talk to him.” You shrugged, earning a sigh from Bianca.

“It’s not that easy.” She said, looking back to you. “If you were in a relationship, you’d know.”

“Uh huh. Well I am definitely not in a relationship.” You chuckled, finishing up your food. “Don’t plan to be.”

“Oh yeah?” She cocked an eyebrow, glancing to your phone on the table as it lit up. “Who’s Tyler?”

Your eyes followed her to the phone, to which a banner appeared on your lock screen, which was a message from Tyler.

“No one.” You said simply, taking your phone and putting it in your pocket.

“Oh no, now you gotta tell me.” Bianca demanded with a mischievous grin. “You talkin’ to someone?”

“He’s just the barista from Weathervane.”

“Why do you have just the barista from Weathervane’s number in your phone, hm?”

“He’s been tutoring me, I guess.”

“Just tutoring?”

“Bianca!”

“Okay okay, kidding, sorry. But seriously, the barista at Weathervane’s been tutoring you?” She questioned, sitting up as she was now fully interested.

“Yeah. That’s how I aced my homework assignment.” You chuckled.

“Isn’t he the sheriff’s son?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Why?”

“Well, a dude named Tyler who works at Weathervane who is also the sheriff’s son destroyed Xavier’s mural in town along with some of his buddies.” Bianca said. “He was pretty upset about it.”

Weird.

Tyler doesn’t seem like the type who’d do something like that. He was so sweet to you, and always seemed more introverted. His dumb friends came into the coffee shop every once in a while, and Tyler always seemed so uncomfortable.

“Huh. I’ll mention it to him next time I see him.” You promised, before checking your watch. “We might wanna go get ready. It’s about that time.”

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“O. M. G.”

Here we go.

“(Y/n), you look so cute!” Enid squealed after you exited the tent in your black cat costume. You really hadn’t wanted to do the nose and whiskers, but Yoko pretty much forced you down.

“Don’t push it, Enid.” You sighed.

“So! You mentioned not being in the boat! What’s your plan?” She asked, a huge grin on her face.

“You’ll see.” You waved your hand. “Good luck, Enid.”

“Oh- well okay! Kick some butt, (Y/n)!” She grinned, and you gave another half-assed wave of your hand before trudging to your spot in the woods that your mother told you to wait at. Sure enough she was right.

Kent was standing there pretty awkwardly, but with anticipation. He seemed antsy.

Bianca probably came up with this one.

You stayed hidden, about ready to pull out your hair when your mom started her big long speech. It reminded you of her lectures. Finally, the cue was given to begin. You waited patiently until Kent dove into the water, and you did the same along with the item you held. He didn’t seem to notice, watching as his legs molded into a long tail.

Within about five seconds, you looked exactly like him. You shuddered at the feeling of the tail. Yuck. You clutched the net you held, taking a deep breath before darting over.

Alerted by the noise of your swimming, Kent whipped around and his jaw dropped at a copy of himself zooming towards him with a net. You swam circles around him before diving down and catching him in the net. You smiled cutely and waved, smacking his head with your newfound tail. His eyes rolled back into his head and he began to sink.

That was sort of…exhilarating.

You remembered the task at hand and swam towards the surface, looking for the canoes. You caught Bianca’s gaze, who glared and you and beckoned you over and angrily gestured to the vampire boat.

Right, you were currently Kent.

You decided to play along as to not arouse suspicion. You darted underwater over to the boat, before placing your hands on the boat and shaking. There were yelps from the vampire as their boat began to rock back and forth. You gasped as a compartment in the bottom of the boat opened and a full spear shot out. You let out a yelp and dodged, but the spear fully took out a good chunk of your forearm. You shrieked and grit your teeth, trying not to lose focus and change back into your original self.

You shot up and grabbed the side of the boat and flat out pulled it over angrily, pretty pissed that you were losing a bunch of blood from your forearm. You punched a couple vampires in the face and darted off. By the time you caught up to everybody else, they had gotten to the island. A couple people were guarding the boats, and you waited patiently from afar.

You spotted Xavier and Rowan running back with their flag. They hurriedly got into the boat and their team began to row away. Bianca soon followed, and she shouted angrily at who she thought was Kent to get them. You rolled your eyes and swam after Xavier’s boat, doing the same thing you did with the first boat. You made sure to keep an eye out for traps, not wanting to get impaled or anything.

Just as you thought, some compartments opened and curved blades appeared. They were about eight of them protruding from the bottom, all in L shapes pointing to the edges of the boat. You grit yourself teeth and carefully swam to behind the boat in hopes to slow it down.

But you forgot about one crucial thing. Or one crucial person.

The resident telekinetic.

You felt an invisible force grab you by the throat and force you up out of the water. You let out a shout and gripped at your neck, obviously grabbing onto nothing.

“Uh-!” Rowan’s eyes were wide, like he didn’t know what to do next. He looked at Xavier in a panic.

“Knock him out or something!” Xavier yelled.

Your mind raced. You needed to come up with an idea and quick. You took a deep breath and started to shift into Rowan himself, hoping to scare him enough that he would drop you. Everyone in the boat was completely stunned, and Rowan let out a shout and quickly threw you back into the water. Your head collided with the side of the boat and then…

Everything went dark.

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When you came to, you felt your head pounding. Your ears rang as you slowly opened your eyes, which one of them also felt sore as well. The light was bright. Too bright.

“(Y/n)! Oh my gosh, you’re alive!” A loud voice exclaimed, only making your head pound even more.

“Shh!” Someone else shushed, but you could hardly see the people in front of you because of how bright the light was.

“Wh…huh?” You said groggily, your eyes adjusting to the light. There in front of you was your entire team, back in their uniforms but still wearing the cat makeup. “Guys?”

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay!” Enid said, not listening to whoever had shushed her. “I had no clue that was you the whole time! Xavier Thorpe said your name or something or said something about you and then we all saw you in the water!”

Oh. Right. Rowan dropped you. You being unconscious must have reverted you back to your regular form.

“Did we lose?” You asked, and Enid smiled half-heartedly.

“Yeah. Only because we stopped to go get you.”

Your heart sank. They lost because of you. You were so careless and got hurt, and they all suffered.

“Oh. Okay.” You breathed out. You knew they’d all try to reassure you, but you weren’t going to believe them anyway so what was even the point?

Then, a light clearing of the throat got the attention of everyone. There stood your mother, an almost unreadable expression on her face. Your teammates got the idea, waved to you and left. Once they cleared, she sat at the edge of the bed.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

“Not great. My head feels awful.” You said honestly. “My eye kind of hurts too.”

Your eye pain wasn’t as prominent as your headache, but you didn’t think much of it as you reached up to rub it. Your mother tensed. You were confused for a split second and then you felt it. The skin didn’t feel as the rest of your body. It felt rough and uneven. It wasn’t some dry skin, either.

“Mom. Get me a mirror.” You said, feeling the rough bit of skin around your left eye. It was in a longer stripe going up and down the eye.

She sighed and fished around in her pocket and pulled out a compact mirror, handing it over and lightly putting her hand on your leg for comfort. You opened the mirror and held it up to reflect your face.

There was a scar running over your left eye. Gross and ragged skin in a line about half an inch thick and about five inches long.

“Mom…what the hell happened?” You breathed out shakily, reaching up and tenderly running two fingers along the scar.

“When Mr. Laslow dropped you off the side…you knocked your head and one of the blades sticking out from their boat…well, you can see.” She sighed. “You’re lucky your teammates pulled you out in time. You could have…drowned.” She said, her voice strained as if she were forcing them out.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, shutting the mirror and tossing it on the bed. “And you made me do this stupid thing!”

Anger suddenly welled up inside you. You had never wanted to participate. You only agreed at first because Enid was sick, and it was unfair to her to risk losing like that. But because of your mom’s need to win, you suffered. You could have died.

“I never wanted to do this!” You shouted, relieved the infirmary was empty. You moved your leg away from her hand. “This is all your fault!”

She flinched, like she knew you were right, but she didn’t reply.

“Now I have this ugly scar and maybe even brain damage from almost drowning! I hope every time you see me you get reminded of what you did! Now get out!”

Your mother winced once more and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. “I know that people your age says things they don’t mean.” She breathed out, standing. “I’ll let the nurse take care of you for now. I love you very much, dear.” She leaned down, planting a motherly kiss on the top of your head before walking out.

Well maybe you were a bit harsh.

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After being looked at by the nurse for about a day, it was determined you were now suffering from mild hypoxia brain damage.

Basically, the restricted flow of oxygen being supplied to the brain had fucked up your head. Luckily, it wasn’t severe, and the nurse told you not to worry about any of the more intense side effects. She did warn you about headaches, disorientation, poor concentration, and difficulty coordinating balance. It also turns out you’d been out cold for a day when you first lost consciousness.

Great. More impairments for your grades.

The nurse let you go and you made a beeline for your room, angrily throwing the door open and shut. You sat on your bed and took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down and think things through. You knew your mom didn’t want anything terrible to happen to you, what you said just slipped out. You should be angry at Rowan, not her.

You were interrupted by your thoughts by a buzzing of your phone, that was oddly charging on your nightstand. You didn’t remember putting it there.

You took it off the charger and checked it. There were a lot of messages from your friends. Bianca had sent about fifty, Enid about fifty-five, and Xavier around ten. You decided you could catch up with them later. You see them like, every day.

What really caught your eye was Tyler’s name popping up. He only sent you about two messages.

Yesterday: Hey! Haven’t heard from you. Hope you won!

Today: I didn’t see you today. Everything alright?

Why did he bother texting you? You couldn’t believe he even remembered. Guess you were the star customer of Weathervane.

You quickly typed a response.

Yeah, just some injuries from the Cup. I should be back tomorrow.

You were very surprised at how fast he replied.

Oh no! I hope you’re feeling alright. Although, if you are coming tomorrow, I am off work.

Oh? That’s alright, I can just not come in.

No no no! I actually wanted to see if you wanted to grab a coffee and sit with me?

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

HOLY SHIT.

Was he asking you on a date?

Like…a date?

Y’know, yeah. Like a date. I’d like to get to know you more aside from tutoring

If that’s okay, of course

Holy. Shit.

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tags 🏷 @justageek @peachycupotea @realmermaid333 @noahspector @mizzydr @gasolinesavages @elizabeth916

#tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x you #wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe #nevermore #nevermore academy #gn!reader #larissa weems #bianca barclay #rowan laslow #poe cup

[d1amorph1n3]

It always came back to you - Xavier thrope x Reader.

Summary: Ever since you came to Nevermore, something set you up to be rivals with Xavier. You despised each other, or at least, That's the way it came off to everyone. Maybe it was never hate that drove you apart? Will you find out after the poe Cup how Xavier really feels about you?

Warning(s): will probably consist of name-calling, arguing/bickering, cussing and other small things. Maybe tiny tiny bit suggestive at the end...

Word count : 3k

The day of the Poe cup finally came around, you were in a cramped tent finalising your costume. There was rumbling of all the voices around the thin sheeted tent. It wasn't long till the game began. You fixed accessories and walked out to greet the rest of your teammates who discussed the 'game plan' really the game plan was just you using your powers to uprise the water to your opponents.

People grouped around and waited for everything to settle down. You sat behind one of the individuals in your group, holding onto the rowing paddle with a tight hold. Turning your head to your surround, your eyes stopping for moments at each of your rivals. But there was one person you only considered as your so-called rival. Xavier Thorpe, the guy you constantly argued with whenever you even opened your mouth around him. He sat in the canoe next to you, wearing his jester considered with his smudged makeup that covered his features.

"Hey! You really suit your new look. It really brings out who you are." You called out to Xavier, a two-sided grin on your face. Xavier narrowed his eyes at you, you could see his hold on the rowing paddle getting tighter when he heard your snarky comment. "Say that to the jester that will be holding the Poe cup trophy later on." Xavier's grin accentuated by the wide red paint that spread across his cheeks. Oh you were so ready to beat him. He was too cocky for his own good. "Hasn't your team lost consecutively?" You give him a final smirk until the game began.

A loud gunshot plowing through the air, riveting the attention of many of the crowd. The moment it went off, you put all your arm strength into the game. Pushing the paddles against the water pushing yourself forward. Eyes only focused ahead of you. Water splashing up around the canoe that was pushing through the water. Up by your side of the canoe was Xaviers clown group trying to stay close to you. If you didn't think he was insane enough, of their game plan seemed to be severing people's heads with the axes that was a part of their canoe. "Psycho." You muttered under your breath.

Land was approaching. You jumped into the shallow water as the rest of your peers shoved the thin canoe closer to the muddy ground as you went off running through the thick woods. It wasn't long till Xavier caught up with you, overtaking you while laughing like a maniac. He was too overjoyed. With one simple flick of your hand, the air went against Xavier causing him to go face-first into the mucky ground. Splashed on the dark went soil over his costume and face paint. You take your chance to run ahead yet again. "You were saying?" You watched him with an evil smile on your face. "Bitch!" He punched his first into the ground. Xavier rushed to get back onto his feet and try to catch up with you again.

You could see the colourful flags standing all neatly aligned. None have been taken yet, it was good to know you're ahead. With a small movement of your hands, branches crumbled to the ground getting out of your way. With a heightened sense of adrenaline going zipping through your veins; you sped up towards the flags.

You tried to pull it out of the ground, but it was stuck very snug into the ground. "Come on! Come out." You groan, tugging on the post of wood that held up your flag. The struggle contained, your hands going red from the constant grabbing of the same post. By this point, Xavier was back on your tail. Running up and grabbing his flag swiftly. "Oh no, you don't." You shake your head as you pushed your hand through the air. A strong swirl of air brought his flag out of his hand, blowing it high into the air. The air pushing the flag far into a tall tree where it got lodged into the branches.

"What the hell are you doing! That's not fair!" Xavier's temper ran short as he turned back to you with a pissed-off expression. Your shoulders jump up following your shrugging. "Oh it's perfectly fair... no rules remember?" Your voice teasing as never as - like you were talking to s child explaining the rules of the game. "Don't give me that, you are so irritating." Xavier spat out at you with a glare, meanwhile, Ajax stood there happily smiling at you. "Ugh." Xavier grumbled. He looked at his flag, he couldn't give up now. Xavier walked the tree, placing his hand on the rough bark that crumbled under the pressure of his hands. Xavier attempted to shake the flag out.

Yeah it was stuck there for good.

A small devious laugh escaped your lips. But you had to quickly act, other were running away with their flags. Using the strength in your arms, you snapped the flag from the bottom of the post. A jagged end being left. Bristles of splints sticking out of the bottom. You ran ahead. Leaving Xavier to the frustration of trying to get his flag.

It didn't come as a surprise when you won. You and your teammates holding the huge trophy in your hands. The bright shining silver mirroring your unimpressed expression. Among the crowd that cheered you on was a grumpy man. Xavier watched you, covered In mud and no flag. He glared at you, his jaw clenched. "I can't stand (y/n)" Xavier states Ajax. He was a lot more laid back, he didn't care. Just seeing him so angry at you, it pushed you to go further. Holding it up as far as your arm reached. "Thank you, this couldn't have happened if Xavier wasn't stupid enough to compete against me." You stare right at him in the crowds of people. He was over 6ft, he was easy to find. "This..." Xavier refrained from saying any further before he began pushing through the crowd taking his leave. Embarrassed and full of shame.

At least, you were left satisfied with your achievement.

The day wasn't done yet, you had a lot more to do. Snooping around let's say. You heard multiple things about the nightshades library. That place sounded like your cup of tea.

Xavier on the other hand, he was far from satisfied. He was fuming. So angry that he was ranting to Ajax for ages. Taking about. "Oh how much I hate (y/n)" words like 'self-centred' 'annoying' and 'erratic' were used during his conversion. His face was red from scrubbing his face so hard. Some of the more stubborn make-up stayed behind on his face. Water soaked Xavier's face as he used hot soapy water to try clean himself. "I just don't understand Ajax. Why does (y/n) have to be such a pain in the ass?" Xavier scolded, occasionally stopping to cover his face with more water. Parts of his hair were wet, he wasn't very careful. "Just hearing their talking driver me up the wall." Xavier continued, now that the question was brought up he couldn't finish talking about it. He hated you, his heart raced whenever he saw you and his face turned red from the sheer hate he had for you.

Is that what that feeling was called these days?

Silent...the halls were silent. Not many students walked around this time, most of them were having their dinner. But no, not you. You found it a lot more intriguing to go wandering. You walk through halls that seemed the same to the last, your arms dropped down by your hips - swaying carefully back and forth with the ongoing steps. You abruptly halted in your tracks, stopping in front of a cold unmoving figure of a man. The statue, that's just where you needed to be.

Two rhythmical snaps later, you were in. It was simply too easy. With curiosity, you strolled down the steps. You looked around as if you were in some zoo exhibition. Taking small details of the room. The strong smell of old dusty books, woody notes lingering through the air. It was stale and the air was thick because down here there wasn't much ventilation. At least it wasn't too dark. You walked down each step- a small click of your shoe followed. It was quite pretty, mysterious...ominous and full of all kinds of secrets.

You walk among bookshelves, brushing your fingertips against the collecting dust that built up on books that were not touched in ages. Your eyes dart around the covers, reading a few words of what the title was before moving on. Nothing had really caught your eye.

"You shouldn't be down here." A rigorous voice challenged you. Xavier laid his hand on the bannister and slowly walked down to you.

"Ah, shouldn't you be crying like a sore loser right now Xavier Thorpe?" You replied with clear uninterest, not even bothering to look his way. Instead, you kept your bored gaze on the thick-plated books all squeezed in next to each other. Your finger grazes the hardcovers.

"Don't even start there. You aren't supposed to be here, and you are being a total pain in the ass. Just GET out." Xavier snapped back at your monotone manner. Small fractions of his hair falling from the loosely tied bun. Already in frustration, he held his firsts together. "Uhuh... Well If you really dislike my presence then... yknow the door is up the stairs." You didn't even try to hide the mocking in your voice, and the smart-ass look you had on your face when you reached for a book you finally stopped at. It weighed so much in your hold, but still you flipped it over to skim through the blurb.

Xavier took a deep breath in, trying to compose himself. "Last time I checked. I'm a part of the nightshades. Not some total egotistical brat." Xavier had a nasty tone of his own when he needed it. He approached the middle of the hall, keeping his eye on you. His lanky figure became a faint shadow in the room. Arms stretched down to pockets and legs that stood straightened and strong. He was real pissed off.

"Well... considering this little club of yours consists of mainly incompetent fragile little boys... ahem... you" You fake a cough before calling him out. "I think I have all the right to be here." You spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, keeping a calm demeanour during your little book tour. Xavier rattled with the build-up of emotions, his status getting more rigid as he scrunched his nose. Skin wrinkiling under the strong expression of his snarl.

"(Y/n) I am so done with you. So is everyone. I hate how you sit up on your high horse and think you can talk to people like this. You are so self-centred it's ridiculous!" He told you straight as he was agitated. Xavier pointed his finger at you to ridicule you. "What-" you slam the book shut, dust flying up from the pages as you turned to face him with a snap. "No. No you listen to me right now. I can't stand you. Ever since you came, you started acting like this, like you were better than everyone." Xavier stormed closer to you, a thundering cloud following him in his steps. "Hey look at me I'm (y/n) and I am just sooo much better than the rest of you." Xavier taunted you, his expression went from harsh to babyish as he spoke in a higher-pitched voice. He held his hands close to chest, holding them together to make him look like a Saint.

"Me!?" You said in disbelief, pointing at yourself as you batted your eyes at him like he was insane. "Ever since I joined you have been nothing but mean to me! I tried to make truce but you were always out to mock me, Xavier. So don't you dare pinpoint it at me saying this." You start to lose your cool, tossing the book behind you to take sharp steps towards him. A harsh stare met him; you glared straight through your brows. The end of your upper lip slightly twitching.

Xavier had no reply and at some point couldn't even look you in your eyes. He was the first to avert his eyes. For a small moment, his expression softened under the dim lights of the great hall you stood in. You cranked your neck back to look at him, hair moving away from your face to fully expose the angered expression. But you tried to judge the expression Xavier had now. "If you are pitying how pathetic you are. Don't." You reply in a series of blunt replied before backing away from Xavier. Your shoulders losing the tense feeling in them as they dropped comfortably.

Assuming Xavier had nothing to say, it was your cue to leave anyway.

"No..." a much fainter calmer voice broke the silence. Xavier shook his head slowly as he looked down at the tiled ground. "I was doing it to protect myself. The moment you came into school, I had my eye out for you. But I couldn't have my heart hurt again. So I defended myself." Xavier felt so defeated as his head hung low - ashamed as he spoke.

"Urgh. Whatever. Fine, I'll leave." Xavier stopped, flipping back to his colder manners. He turned on his heel to leave. Ultimately you stopped him, grabbing his wrist - preventing him from leaving. "What the hell are you saying, Xavier? What do you mean?" You ask him frantically, did you hear him right? You mustn't have. Without even realising it, you hand a tight clutch on Xavier's sleeve. Holding to the thick fabric that rubbed against your skin, you slightly tug him back your way.

"I meant that. I like you. I have for so long. Did you really think this was all about how you are better than me? Or me trying to one-up you?" Xavier just slightly turned his head, he couldn't look you in the eyes as he turned himself into shame and embarrassment. He was chewing on his lip whenever he wasn't talking. On cue he began speaking again. "I was trying to stand out to you, get your attention. You always took it the wrong way so I went with it. I acted like I was trying to one-up you." He sadly continued before snatching his arm back to himself, pulling you forward with the force of his tug. Xavier easily broke away from your feeble grasp. "Don't you dare tell anyone. You've embarrassed me enough today." Xavier sighed as he began to scurry away. Trying to get away as fast as possible away from you.

You slightly laugh to yourself. You tried your best to swallow the urge down. "Xavier...do you really mean that?" You speak up from the broken laugh. Xavier stopped and nodded his head. But hearing your laugh, it told him everything. You were making fun of him. He almost ran away from you completely.

So it was never hate that pushed you so far away from each other. It was your own attraction that made things the way they are. "The feelings mutual." You speak up, hoping Xavier would hear you. He did. He froze, trying to hear you again. While he stood stationary, you walk over to him. Spinning around him to stand in front of him. And you lean in, placing a small peck on the corner of his lip. "I do like provoking you, however." You started to laugh, but it was cut short by Xavier who grabbed you and smacked his lips against your.

He waited so long for this. Xavier cupped your face in his hands. He even pushed the hair away from your face as he tilted his head. Xavier was desperate. Warm lips moving together in sync together. Both hearts are racing. You weren't even thinking, but you went with it. Holding onto his shoulders, pulling him down to your height and when he was low enough your hand slithered carefully behind his neck taking a soft hold of the light brown locks between your fingers. Xavier savoured every moment. Holding your body close to his, rubbing your face delicately. He held you just the way he wanted to hold you.

You pull away, gasping for the stale hot air that surrounded you. You catch a glimpse of Xavier's glowing eyes as he kept looking at you. "I've waited. So long, to hold you, to love you like this. I can't stand it, how much you make me feel at once. It was all so sudden." Xavier whispered into your ear breathlessly. Hot air tingles down your neck. You were still in shock at it all, everything processing slowly. Xavier held you tightly, gripping your clothes. His arms all tangled up in yours as he held you desperately. "I know you like me as well. Otherwise, you wouldn't have kissed me the way you did." Xavier read your feelings to you. You were exposed like an open book to him now. Feelings unravelled as you felt yourself embracing him. He held your smaller frame against his own taller and lankier frame.

"I wish you have told me sooner." You finally speak up after regaining your breath. Xavier chuckled, hands peeling off you. "Come to my dorm?" Xavier asked a smirk hinting at his filled lips. He had a lot to tell you about anyway... a room might have the best comfort for that.

Yeah... a small one-shot of a bit of enemies to lovers 🫶🏻 please suggest more shit for me to write cuz I'll 100% take any suggestions cuz rn I just wanna keep writing

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[in-love-with-srk]

The Thorpe Dilemma #5

One of the attributes you and Wednesday shared was how competitive the two of you were. That's what lead you two to participate in the Poe Cup.

Despite that, you had an unspoken agreement to take down Bianca Barkley because of what Wednesday overheard when she going through Rowan's stuff.

She told Xavier that you were someone from his nightmares, a great compliment. Then she had to ruin it by saying you thought you were better than everyone else. Arrogant was something you didn't appreciate being called by someone who planned to sabotage your boat.

You wouldn't cheat but you wouldn't let her win either you decide as you run your hands to your hair one last time before walking out.

"Holy shit" Xavier thinks as he sees you walk out of the tent. He wasn't aware that you were taking part in the Poe Cup. It was a welcome surprise.

Tight was the way he would describe your outfit. Your hair looks different he notices. He appreciates the way it looks when it's a little too messy to go with your uniform.

His eyes drift down your back and onto your ass. He appreciates that view too.

Any semblance of a smile is wiped off his face as you move closer and turn towards him, giving him a great view of your chest in a leather outfit.

Suddenly he feels difficulty breathing and his pants feel tighter due to the way your clothes clung to your chest. His fixation on your chest is a problem he decides, making no attempt at tearing his eyes away from you.

"Dude, would you stop gaping at them" Ajax says elbowing his arm. "We need to win, that won't happen if you keep staring at them."

"He was looking at you again!" Enid squealed. "Shouldn't you be over there with your team Sinclaire?" You ask her as you look over at Xavier.

He looks way too hot to you dressed as a jester than you would like to admit. "I need to win this to get these feelings out of my system." You think sitting in your boat.

As soon as the whistle is blown you paddle as fast as you can. Wednesday and Enid's team takes the lead with Xavier close behind.

"Don't leave the boat" You instruct your teammates, running towards the crypt.

Xavier sees you coming closer to the crypt your chest moving up a down and you breathe heavily.

He has the urge to have you in his arms, your legs wrapped around him, your chests pressing against one another as he kisses you senseless smudging face paint on your lips.

Without thinking he grabs your flag too, motioning Ajax to leave. Ajax scoffs as he takes the flag and heads back

"That's a very tight outfit, did you pick it out just for me?" He asks walking towards you, holding your flag "Cause I do like it, a lot"

"My team chose this outfit and why do you think I would care about your opinion on it?."

You try to take the flag from him but he holds it away from you."Because I know you were looking at me" he says grinning at you and moving closer.

You don't move looking him right in the eyes. "Is the jester outfit doing something for you?" He asks you making your roll your eyes in an attempt to hide how flustered you feel.

He moves a finger below your chin tilting it upwards to make you look at him.

"Don't worry, I was looking at you too."

"I know you were" you say increasing the proximity between the two of you.

You brush hair out of his face and lean your face closer to his. You grab the flag from his hand before he can drop it to grab your waist.

"Lucky for me, I seem to be the only one who knows when to stop looking." You say moving away from him. You smirk at the shocked look on his face.

You hear a thud and see Wednesday on the ground near the crypt. "How did I not hear her footsteps?." You think heading towards her. You kneel on the ground next to her.

You look back and realize that Xavier has gone back to his boat. "I suppose that doesn't matter considering that his boat must be filled with holes by now."

You try to shake her awake successfully waking her up. "Did you have another vision?" You ask her. She nods in response.

"Taking a cat nap" You turn around to find Bianca Barkley and her team mate grabbing their flag.

"Wednesday is perfectly fine, not sure if I can say the same for your boat or your buddy." You say giving her a sadistic smile.

They look at each other worried and run back to the dock.

You give her a hand up before moving towards your boat. Needless to say, you won the race, with Ophelia Hall at a close second. You did have Thing's help after all.

The trophy was the last thing on Xavier's mind as he saw you and your team run up to lift it. He could have sworn he saw you glance at him for a second, perhaps trying to gauge his reaction.

He focused on the smug look on your face wondering if part of your triumph was caused by how you bested him and if you were also imagining what could have happened if you hadn't pulled away.

#xavier thorpe x addams! reader #xavier thorpe x reader #Y/n Addams #The Thorpe Dilemma #addams! reader

[goldenamberhoney]

Scales Can Be Deceiving

Warnings: Fighting (verbal)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x siren!fem!reader

Summary: Bianca asks Y/N to help her win the Poe Cup

“Okay, so, here’s the plan,” Bianca said, sitting you down next to Divina as she laid out an A3 sheet of paper. “Y/N, as you’re not on the team, we need you to get rid of all the other teams,” Bianca said, addressing you. You didn’t have a problem with that, it was a no rules competition after all. So, bearing your task in mind, you set off to prepare yourself for the events of what would come tomorrow.

You arrived at the edge of the lake a few minutes early, hearing the gunshot and immediately jumping into the lake. You sidled up to the boat that was Bianca’s as she yelled at you to take out the team in purple. Your tail flicked up and down as you did so, their boat splitting in half and breaking against one of the large buoys in the middle of the lake. “Now, them,” she said, pointing her finger to the leaders, all dressed in jester outfits.

Just as you swam along the boat, your heard a familiar voice. “C’mon guys!” the voice yelled, making you almost freeze. Xavier. You couldn’t do this to him. Instead, you grabbed the hull of the boat, pushing as hard as you could so they got to the shore earlier. Their boat sped to victory, the whole gang jumping out, not knowing where the extra speed had come from. Except, at the end, Xavier caught your eye, seeing you floating in the water a couple feet away.

“Thank you,” he mouthed, before Ajax pulled him away to celebrate. After the trophy had been put away, you decided to take a walk to the winning dormitory, seeing the trophy in all its glory. “Beautiful isn’t it?” a voice said, making you squeak in fright. “Y/N, I’m sorry!” Xavier cried, raising his hands as you blushed. “Why didn’t you help Bianca?” he asked, wasting no time. “Um…” you muttered, looking down.

“Does Y/N Y/L/N like me?” he teased, making you blush harder (if that was even possible). “No!” you cried, voice way too high. “Yeah, I know. You’re too good for me,” he shrugged, hands in pockets. Suddenly, the bell went off for lights out and Xavier sighed. “Too good,” he muttered again, biting his bottom lip. You blinked at the floor before walking away, brushing your shoulder past Xavier’s on purpose. “Liar,” you whispered, kissing his cheek before running off.

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[baziutawrites]

Priorities

Sub!Xavier Thorpe x Female OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

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Despite being the most skilled artist at Nevermore Academy, Xavier Thorpe wanted his girlfriend to help him out with his jester makeup. However, he didn't want to make it easy for her. He wanted to have her, close, for a bit longer than just a few minutes of dabbing face paint onto his cheeks.

“Will you stop squirming,” Val let out an exasperated sigh, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“Tickles.” 

Xavier grimaced, flinching slightly and scrunching up his nose at the brush bristles around his eye. A squiggle of black adorned his cheek, messing up the entire half of his already painted face.

The warm sunlight was slowly inching away from the walls - it was nearing midday, and they still weren’t ready for the upcoming competition. They were in Xavier’s dorm room for more than an hour now, doing his godforsaken clown makeup for the entire time. He could not make up his mind about the design - or at least that’s what he made her think it was.

V huffed, getting up from the desk she was sitting at to get a towel. She would have to remove the makeup for the fifteenth time this morning. And again, his fingers slid against her leg as she did so, gliding over a particularly sensitive spot at the back of her knee, earning a quiet gasp from her. She shivered, goosebumps erupting on her exposed skin and gave him a side-eye. He smiled, feigning innocence. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

He knew all of her sweet spots, he had them mapped out - no, burned into his memory. He studied them religiously every single chance he got. Just like when he ghosted his fingertips over the crook of her neck during the lunch breaks, pretending to notice a speck of fabric that needed to be taken off of her skin, or when he glided his palms along the small of her back when she passed him in the halls. Or when he slid his fingers along her inner thighs, right underneath her skirt - on supposed accident - every time she got up from his lap, or when he caressed her ankles, swirling his thumbs around them whenever they were hanging out with their friends in the courtyard. Or when he kept looking out for loose strands of her hair just to tuck them away, brushing his fingernails oh-so-tenderly behind her ear or across the nape of her neck, when he pretended to get her hair out of her collar before every Botany class they had together. 

He knew every single one of those spots and more. Many, many more.

He remembered them all vividly, when she was then moaning quietly in a bathroom stall or an empty classroom, as he worshiped her flushed skin slowly, inch by inch, his large hands feeling the mounds of her hips, spreading her thighs to nestle between them. He relished in hearing his own name, soft and breathy on her lips. He loved the feeling of her fingers intertwined in his hair when he caressed her heated, dripping folds with his hungry mouth. He noted every move, every sound she made when he lapped at her sensitive clit, how she arched her back when he sucked on her relentlessly. How hot she became and how her legs trembled when she got close to the edge because of him. He remembered how his long fingers were stretching her heat, pumping in and out of her at a steady pace, absolutely in love with the feeling of her clenching around them. How he loved hearing her groan throatily with her head thrown back when the lewd, wet sounds of her pussy swallowing his fingers filled the room. How she was pulling at his hair, pushing him closer to herself, making him bury his face into her sopping, fluttering cunt. 

He very well remembered how his dick was rock hard by then, straining painfully against the fabric of his underwear, or how he wanted to skip the next few classes, begging her to fuck - and how she scolded him for it with a faux look of sympathy on her reddened face. He remembered her pink, flushed cheeks and her glazed eyes, giving him those heavy lidded, cocky looks, when she tried to smooth out her shirt before the next class, trembling hands trying to fix up her skirt. He remembered Ajax giving him a knowing smile every time they barely showed up on time for the class, bumping his shoulder with an "extracurricular activities, eh", to which he always nodded, grinning smugly under his nose. How he could still taste her on his tongue, making it difficult for him to focus on the subject presented in class, as he tried to fight his still throbbing, untouched dick. How much more difficult it was, when she sat a few rows in front, shifting in her seat because of what he had just done to her mere minutes ago. It replayed in his mind's eye in every detail when she turned her head to look at him and sent him a wink.

Xavier remembered every single moment like this. And he still wanted more of them, more of her. He was addicted.

His heart fluttered when she slowly swayed her hips as she walked back towards the desk he was sitting at, wet towel in hand. She seemed to know what he was playing at by now but didn't want to give that away just yet. Curiosity overtook her. She wondered, what is he going to do with a little bit of a push in the right direction. 

She lifted her skirt up, just enough to make Xavier see her panties and straddled his legs, bringing the towel close to his smudged cheek. His little gasp didn't go unnoticed and she smirked, leaning closer to his face, watching in amusement, how transfixed he was by her clothed cunt so close to his hardening dick.

"I'm gonna have to start all over again." She pouted, wiping at the black splotch on his cheek. It only smudged more, messing up the red lines of the smile. Her thumb brushed his cheekbone, pushing away a strand of hair that escaped his half-up, half-down hairdo.

"Or…" He took her hand into his large one, away from his cheek, his breath fanning her palm. "We could… rest… for a… bit… you know?"

He planted soft, wet, open mouthed kisses along the line of her wrist and up her arm at every pause, leaving red face paint in their wake and making her drop the towel. And just as he expected, V's face relaxed, her eyelids fluttered at the sensation. This was too good to refuse. His other hand pulled her against his bare chest as he continued to kiss her, stopping every now and then at a particularly delicate spot near her shoulder.

"Xavier–" 

"Yes, baby?" His plump lips were now busy with her other wrist, gliding over the sensitive skin. His fingers slid under her shirt and rested on her lower back, sending shivers down her spine.

"We're gonna-ah–" she gasped, shifting on top of him, making him suck in his breath suddenly as she rubbed her clothed pussy against his semi-hard on. "Gon' be late."

He only hummed in response, his breath now on the side of her neck. She snaked her fingers into his hair, messing up his bun, making him purr and prompting him to latch his mouth onto her pulse. Every nip left a wet spot, the cool air contrasting with the warmth of his breaths in between the kisses. Her nipples hardened to the point they were visible through her sports bra and her shirt and he noticed this immediately. 

His big hands worked slowly, caressing her sides, stopping at her every moan to prolong the sensations that sent shivers down her body, making a knot form in her stomach when they slid underneath her bra. His long fingers brushed over her perked nubs. He kept kissing her jawline, her throat, feeling the vibrations of her moans forming, ready to fall from her lips if he gave her just a little bit more.

Xavier didn't want anything else in the world right now but to give her everything he could, just to hear her.

Her shirt and bra now laid abandoned somewhere on the floor. His nose slid down her chest, leaving a white-red stripe of paint on her sternum and the undersides of her breasts, licking the newly exposed, delicate skin, inching closer and closer to her nipples. And she shuddered in anticipation, feeling his wet mouth drawing closer to her aching spots. When he finally did, his lips closing around one of them, his tongue circling it hungrily, she moaned his name, pushing herself against him. Her hands fisted his hair, tugging at the strands at the back of his head, making him groan into her breasts. He could feel her wetness through the material of hers and his own underwear and he could not help himself anymore. He rolled his hips into her core, desperate for some sort of pleasure to soothe his now aching cock. 

His open mouthed kisses got messy, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth as he did everything in his might not to throw his head back when she ground her cunt onto his hardened dick. His name repeatedly falling from her open mouth in breathy moans made his head feeling fuzzy, leaving him wanting - no, needing more. His hands roamed her body in a desperate frenzy, trying to bring her closer to him, to feel her whole against his chest. He sucked on her hardened nipples, grazing them with his teeth on accident, just as she leaned away from him with a squeal and her hand trailed down his abdomen. He groaned at the sensation of her warm fingers sliding under the waistband of his underwear and wrapping around his shaft, his hard cock now free from the material. He watched her spit down on him and lower herself over his twitching cock, her mouth open and ready to take him.

"No." He heard himself say. He grabbed her wrist to stop her, surprising her as well as himself by his actions. She looked at him, taking in his mess of a makeup and a wild, kind of desperate look in his green eyes.

“I want– I, ah, just use me.” He whispered, breathless. Heat was rising to his cheeks, a bit ashamed at his own boldness. “Use me like a toy. Make yourself feel good first, baby.”

Their lips crashed together in a needy, messy, open mouthed kisses, teeth and tongues clashing, trying to taste each other before the other one.

His eyes snapped shut, his hips bucked into her palm with a gasp as he felt her guide his dick towards her heat. Bare pussy lips glided smoothly over his tip, rubbing directly over her swollen clit, coating him in a flood of her slick juices. 

"Use me, yes, just like that, babe," His strained voice was low and raspy. His fingers now dug into her butt, pushing her to roll herself on the underside of his dick, her moans filled the otherwise quiet room. He felt his swollen head catching onto her exposed clit with every single slide, flicking it relentlessly, making him whine like a wounded puppy when she writhed on top of his long, lanky legs, digging her fingernails into his shoulders. The thin walls of his dorm room definitely didn't offer any soundproofing - Xavier was sure at least half of his wing heard them by now but he could not care less. He loved her voice, so filled with pleasure, it was like an angelic music for him. Music that he replayed in his mind every time he was away from her, jerking off to his drawings of her. He savoured the feeling of her chest flush against his as he buried his face into her neck, breathing hard and heavy, sliding his hot lips over the crook of her neck.

This was now. This was real, yet he felt like in one of his dreams - his fantasies again. He wanted to pinch himself. His mind was in some sort of dazed high right now, as he felt her soaking cunt rut on his rock hard dick, felt her getting hotter and hotter to the touch. His eyes rolled back with a groan. V's skin was getting covered in a thin layer of sweat and it made him grit his teeth. He knew she was close - her low moans and scrunched up face, mouth open, rocking on him with an absent minded look in her eyes, was an image he could not ever forget - but so was he. The idea of her cumming all over him, because of him, pushed him to his limits every single fucking time. And he couldn't let himself do that. He could not deny himself the beautiful picture that was about to unfold in front of his eyes if he held on for just a little bit longer.

His dick strained as he groaned, feeling her oncoming orgasm. His eyes never leaving her face only to grow wide, so as did hers. He felt his burning, rock-hard cock push inside her soft, dripping cunt, filling her up with his entire length with the momentum of their grinding, just to bottom out and thrust right back in. He stretched her tight, warm pussy, the sensation sending electricity through her spine so intense, her back arched and her eyes rolled back, as her orgasm hit her hard with its flaming waves.

"Xavi– ohyes god, Xavier, fuck, yes, yes–!"

His fingers dug into her hips, impailing her hard as she pulsated around him. His pupils blown out, whining her name as well, eyes roaming her face in a drunken hunger, as he spilled inside her mere seconds after her. Hips stuttering, he buried his face in her chest, feeling the sweet release of his own orgasm heightened by V's clenching walls almost sucking his dick dry of his cum.

They sat there for some time, unmoving, tired and dazed, almost falling asleep in between soft and delicate pecks of their lips over each other faces. Through the heavy lidded eyes, Val noticed the sun moved again, she wondered what time it was. And then she jolted upright, startling Xavier out of his pussydrunk state.

"Wha'is it?" He groaned, frowning at the sudden absence of her warmth. 

"The Poe Cup!"

He felt a towel on his crotch and a brush on his face, rapidly dabbing paint on his cheeks as he froze. Shit.

They got packed in a blink of an eye and somehow Val managed to fix his makeup enough for it to look good and cover the hickeys she left on his neck a few nights ago. 

"I have something planned for you," she stated smugly, tracing her fingers over one of the spots on his neck, as she fixed the strings of his jester hat. "A consolation prize."

He gave her a playful look.

"Don't believe in me, babe?"

"Well, I bet The Black Cats are going to win. Again." Her cocky tone made him feel something in his stomach - something he never thought he would. A desire to make her eat her own words, to show her who's in charge this time.

“And what if I win?”

“Then I’ll let you do whatever, now come on. We’re gonna be late.”

She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. He stalled a bit.

“Anything? So, say, I could be… in control?”

She nodded absentmindedly, glancing around the room for things she might’ve forgotten, her mind clearly fixated on the Poe Cup. She didn’t notice the glint in Xavier’s eyes. She didn’t notice how he straightened his back, how his cheeks flushed underneath the white paint, how his breath hitched just slightly. How his smile widened, mischief and determination written across his features. She didn’t even notice how he bit his lip ever so slightly in a way that promised things she could not ever see coming.

“So,” he stated, almost casually, “we have a deal then?” 

“Yea, yea, deal. Can we go now? Y'know, I have a Cup to win. Again.” She smirked, winking.

His heart fluttered, a wave of excitement sending shivers down his very core.

Yeah, we’ll see about that… 

Xavier followed V towards the lake, chuckling under his breath at how determined she was in her stride. So confident and self-assured. He watched her vanish inside the Black Cats’ tent, absolutely positive the victory was hers. He squared his shoulders, fists clenched at his sides, his mind racing. Adrenaline pumped through his veins once again, making it difficult to stay still. He had to focus.

Now, where the fuck was Ajax? They had some prepwork to do.

And he had a bet to win. 

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[foxyanon]

AI Masterlist 1:

A Song of Ice and Fire:

King Aegon I Targaryen

Prince Aegon II Targaryen

FAegon/Young Griff

Prince Aemond Targaryen

King Aenys I Targaryen

Alys Rivers

Bran Stark

Lord Corlys Velaryon

Daemon Blackfyre

Prince Daemon Targaryen

Ellaria Sand

Gendry Waters/Baratheon

Gwenys Rivers

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon

Lady Laena Velaryon

Lord Cregan Stark

Lord Eddard Stark

Prince Lucerys Velaryon

King Maegor Targaryen

Lady Mya Rivers

Prince Oberyn Martell

Ser Podrick Payne

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen

Queen Rhaenys Targaryen

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen

Ser Sandor Clegane

Ser Aegon Rivers/Bittersteel

Ser Arthur Dayne

Ser Barristan Selmy

Ser Bronn of The Blackwater

Ser Brynden Rivers/Bloodraven

Ser Harwin Strong

Ser Jorah Mormont

Lady Sheira Seastar

Queen Visenya Targaryen

Lady Yara Greyjoy

The Last Kingdom:

Aethelflaed

Finan

Osferth

Sigtryggr

Sihtric

Uhtred

Wednesday:

Ajax Petropolus

Enid Sinclair

Tyler Galpin

Wednesday Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Spartacus:

Agron

Crixus

Gannicus

Ilithyia

Lucretia

Naevia

Spartacus

Shadow & Bone:

Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling

Alina Starkov

Baghra Morozova

Inej Ghafa

Jesper Fahey

Kaz Brekker

Malyen Orestev

Matthias Helvar

Nikolai Lantsov

Nina Zenik

Genya Safin

Wylan Van Eck

Peaky Blinders:

Arthur Shelby Jr

John Shelby

Thomas Shelby

Top Gun/Top Gun Maverick:

Beau Simpson/Cyclone

Bernie Coleman/Hondo

Bill Cortell/Cougar

Billy Avalone/Fritz

Bradley Bradshaw/Rooster

Brigham Lennox/Harvard

Callie Bassett/Halo

Charles Piper/Chipper

Charlotte Blackwood/Charlie

Chester Cain/Hammer

Jake Serensin/Hangman

Javy Machado/Coyote

Leonard Wolfe/Wolfman

Logan Lee/Yale

Marcus Williams/Sundown

Mickey Garcia/Fanboy

Mike Metcalf/Viper

Natasha Trace/Phoenix

Neil Vikander/Omaha

Nick Bradshaw/Goose

Penelope Benjamin/Penny

Pete Mitchell/Maverick

Reuben Fitch/Payback

Rick Heatherly/Jester

Rick Nevan/Hollywood

Robert Floyd/Bob

Ron Kerner/Slider

Sam Wells/Merlin

Solomon Bates/Warlock

Tom Jardian/Stinger

Tom Kazansky/Iceman

#ai masterlist #foxys ai

[thismessymasterpiece]

bitches be like, “i hate clowns! they’re so spooky!” until xavier thorpe dresses like a jester for the poe cup.

it’s me. i’m bitches.

#lulu watches wednesday <333 #wednesday #xavier thorpe

[fridayinloaf]

Xavier Thorpe the prettiest jester.

ETA: I don't condone nor support PHW. this was made before all the allegations came to light.

#wednesday #xavier thorpe #the cask of amontillado #edgar allan poe #nevermore academy #wednesday netflix

[blehcupidd]

Jealous Girl

Chapter Ten

Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc

A/n: Taken from my Wattpad made at the beginning of 2023, some written mistakes and i had a note about what happen with Percy Hanes White, that note will put put at the end of this chapter.

Also ignore mistakes please i wrote this whilst looking at the tv show so if it says that someone looks at something but it didnt state what, ignore it im sorry.

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The chattering of students chorused through the fields as a decorated Enid and Évangéline were talking. Then the curtain opened, showing an angry Wednesday. "OMG, you look purr-fect!" Enid complemented Wednesday. Évangéline just gave a small laugh.

"Where are your whiskers Wednesday, show some team spirit." Évangéline laughed at the stone face she received.

"Ask again, and you'll be down to eight lives." Wednesday threatened both girls.

The fanfare played through the feild, alerting the teams. On the black cats boat; a girl from Ophelia Hall was in front, behind was Enid, Wednesday and then Évangéline.

Évangéline noticed Enid giving a small wave to Ajax, then saw the shy look he had afterwards. Looking open mouthed between her two friends, not noticing the longing look from the jester boy in the back. However she did notice him look at Wednesday, but it wasn't a longing look, it was a small death stare. Did he know they were in his room last night?

"What do we have here?" The voice of Bianca made both girls turn their heads. "The runt of the litter."

"For the record, I don't treat people like crap. Only you." Évangéline looked at the golden girl, watching her look away.

"I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allen Poe Cup." Their headmistress spoke. "This is one of Nevermore's proudest annual traditions, dating back 125 years." With Évangéline looking to her left, she saw the soft smile of Xavier with eyes tracked on her. Smiling back, she listened back to her teacher. "First team to cross the finish line with their flag wins the cup and bragging rights for a year, as well as some special privileges. Let the Poe Cup begin!"

The sound of a gun shot echoed, the game hand begun. Everyone was rowing towards Raven Island, eager for the flag. The faint sound of cheering for further and further away.

"Oh, excuse us!" Xavier spoke, making eye contact with Évangéline. The state was quickly broken as her team had to duck from an opposing team. Not long after, their boat snapped.

"Thing." Wednesday spoke, loud enough so the hand could hear him. Pulling a lever, a net shot out catching whatever was in the water.

Both Wednesday and Évangéline headed into the woods leaving their other two teammates, and Thing, to keep their boat safe.

Running towards Crackstones Crypt, Xavier and Ajax were running in the opposite direction. "Later, Angel!" Xavier spoke, making a smile creep on 'angels' face.

"Focus." Wednesday hit her arm, breaking her out of a trance. She ran up to grab the flag and immediately began to fall forwards. With Évangéline seeing this, she ran up to her acquaintance and made sure to soften her fall.

She must've been out for over five minutes. Those minutes were filled with Évangéline constantly shaking her arms and saying her name. Then Bianca and Divina came up to grab their flag. "Taking a catnap?" Then running away.

"Hurry up, we have to go!" Enid yelled to the two girls. Not long after they began to row again. Slowly seeing the jokers slow down. They repetitively tried to paddle faster, but nothing worked. As they passed, Évangéline looked inwards to see what was wrong; their boat was filling up with water.

"Later, Xav." Évangéline teased, returning a nickname to Xavier. She continued to laugh until Enid spoke up. "I just asked myself, 'WWWD'? What would Wednesday do?"

The only teams left were The Black Cats and The Gold Bugs. You could hear the crowd cheering and clapping. The finish line was so close.

Wednesday pulled a lever, spikes coming out the sides of the boat. Getting closer to Bianca caused a push away from whatever was in the water. They we nearing the buoy in the water, getting the same fatality as a previous team.

The girls were trying to push against the current, yet nothing worked. Évangéline noticed that thing jumped in the water and not long after coming back up. As he came back up, the pushing stopped.

They neared the Gold Bugs again, striking them on the sides. The Black Cats won.

Enid ran up to the flag pole to the finish line. "Wednesday, Evan! Omg, we did it!" An excited Enid celebrated, along with their other peers. "This is the greatest moment of my entire life." She shook Wednesdays shoulders. "Admit it, you kinda got into the whole school spirit thing."

Looking to see Bianca crawling her way up to the docks made Évangéline laugh, seeing the death glare on the girls face.

"You didn't tell me it was a dark, vengeful spirit."

Returning to the courtyard, everyone was dried and in the uniform. Principal Weems started her speech after every Poe Cup.

"The first Poe Cup took place in 1887 as a way to not only honour Nevermore's most famous alumni, but to celebrate those values that all outcasts share. Community, perseverance and determination. And we certainly saw those values on display today." She spoke, picking up the actual Poe Cup.

Enid was handed it and get a sound of celebration, along with all the other students. "Congratulations Ophelia Hall! As a former resident, I will be happy to see the cup back on the mantle after all these years."

Noticing Wednesday walk away, she debated going after her. Then realising Wednesday could handle herself and she needed to celebrate.

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[goldenamberhoney]

Winner Takes All

Warnings: Rivalry

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: Who doesn’t love a good enemies to lovers?

Xavier Thorpe was the most annoying person who had ever set foot on this entire planet. At least, that was what you thought; many did not agree with you. “Are you ready to lose?” he whispered, leaning into your ear during Botany. “You mixed up your words,” you seethed back as he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned back. “Do you have something you would like to share, Mr Thorpe, Miss Y/L/N?” you teacher asked, hands on hips.

“Do we, Y/N?” the boy asked, knowing you hated when he used both of you in the same sentence, let alone word. “I won’t be able to get through my list of dirt on you,” you said coolly as the class oohed. “This isn’t debate club,” your teacher sighed, getting on with the class. The Poe Cup came soon enough and you knew you’d be able to get through it easily. After all, having Wednesday Addams as a substitute was almost like a gift from heaven. Almost. It may as well turn into a nightmare.

Immediately, the jesters overtook everyone, Xavier not being able to resist a little ‘told ya so’ as he sailed past. The fury in your body made your arms go out of control, rowing 10x faster than everyone else. Wednesday went to get the flag as Enid scratched up the bottom of the Jester’s boat, making you smirk. That would teach him. They got into their boat before Wednesday came back, sailing quickly. Stop saw them ahead, the look of confusion-turned-fury on Xavier’s face being absolutely hilarious.

“Y/L/N!” he yelled, as you sailed past. You stuck your tongue out, sailing to victory. Principal Weems handed Enid the trophy as she got the other teams to congratulate each of your members individually. “Thank you, Ajax,” you said, you didn’t mind the Gorgon, after all, a certain best friend of yours was feeling some feelings-

“Y/L/N,” a curt voice said, making you look up. “Xavier,” you said, sounding like you were surprised he was there. “Aren’t you going to congratulate me, darling?” you asked, putting on a posh British voice. “Oh ha ha,” he said sarcastically as you rolled your eyes. “You’re too innocent, love,” you said, tapping his nose as he slapped your hand away. You turned around, walking away before you looked over your shoulder, sending a kiss to the boy.

A/N - Damn, I just got into the whole ‘badass reader’ thing

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