his muse ; reader imagines

Muse ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mentions of paternal neglect

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Knocking on the outside of his art studio, you hear Xavier stop whispering to himself before opening the door for you.

"What are you doing here?" It came out as more of a shocked surprise instead of malice, a small smile starting to linger on his lips. "I told you I'd be back"

"You said you'd be back 45 minutes ago" You let yourself in, frowning slightly, seeing the blank canvas sitting on the easel. Turning to look back at Xavier, seeing how he hadn't changed and still in his uniform. "Have you not made anything yet?"

"No" He shook his head, about to start his inner monologue once again. "I-I can't seem to think of something, most of my art comes from my dreams or things I talk about with Kinbott but there's been nothing lately"

You could see how his eyebrows were creased, his fingers were jittery. Xavier always told you art was something he could turn to back home before coming to Nevermore, it calmed him, helped him relax and kept him away from his father.

"What about me?" You offered.

"What?" He looked at you confused.

"Draw me" You smiled, bringing your arms out to your side, "I'll be your muse"

Xavier pondered for a second, smiling softly, before starting to move some of his painting, moving his stool into the middle of the room. You watched as he started gathering his paints, taking your spot on the stool.

"So, is there a pose you'd like me to do?" You giggled, getting excited, always loving when Xavier drew you.

"No, you look perfect" He whispered, smiling softly.

Sitting on the stool, you watched as painted on the canvas, seeing all the worries drain from his face, every time he turned to look at you, he smiled at you, taking every part of you in his eyes before transferring it onto the canvas.

You never realized how long it would be, starting to get curious and starting to move a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm almost done" You always loved how Xavier was present with you, watching over your mannerisms.

Being true to his word, Xavier sent down his paints, beckoning you over to him.

"Oh, Xavier, it's beautiful" You said in awe. He captured every essence in your body, he put thought and love in the painting, like he painted his love for you in it.

He was always bashful whenever you complimented his painting, dismissing them as if they were just stick figures.

Holding his hand out, with the move of his fingers, you saw how it came to life. You watched as your 2d self came to life, mimicking your movements, laughing in the picture, just like you always did.

"Did you find your calling again?" You asked.

"Yeah, you seem to bring out the best in me" He smiled, grabbing your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.