his muse ; reader imagines

This is what falling in love feels like ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: none

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There was a certain student that a certain tormented artist had his eye on. The moment Xavier saw you, his star-struck expression practically announced to the entire courtyard that his attention had been ensnared. Part of it was your looks, but the other part was your lineage. A marriage between a siren and psychic wasn't practically unheard of, as some other students were also mixed, but it was rare enough to intrigue him.

After that day in the quad, he started seeing you everywhere. Chatting with your friends a few tables away during lunch. Walking from second to third period, textbook clutched in your arms. Sitting next to Wednesday Addams in Occult Observations. In the library studying with another male student, to which Xavier frowned and glared holes into his back angrily. It didn't help that you had gotten into Bianca's acapella group; during club period he could hear you singing in the quad from the archery range, which wasn't far.

God, he hated Ajax so much right now. The gorgon had gotten your number before he could. And the idiot messaged you from his phone. When he dismissively said, "yea, yea", to Ajax's question about making a move, Xavier didn't think Ajax would actually do it. He stared at the three blinking bubbles belonging to you.

Xavier: hey there this is xavier thorpe

Xavier: i wanted to know if you would want to grab coffee with me at the weathervane some time?

Xavier closed his eyes and exhaled, annoyed. He never wanted to show his face at the Weathervane ever again, especially since he lost a fight to the normie who lived there. His phone pinged just as he was drawing up plans involving the use one of the gorgon's snakes to-

You: you're that "tortured artist" guy right?

You: i don't mind, is next friday after school good?

Scratch that about Ajax, Xavier was going to buy him a cupcake. He stared at his phone in disbelief, and then a small smile spread across his lips. He was going on a date with you. Going to the Weathervane didn't seem so bad now that you were going with him. He did a small fist-pump in his head.

YES!