his muse ; reader imagines

Risking my life for you ~

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

Warnings: some angst and fluff, reader gets hurt

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The situation at the academy was a complete mess and even a total chaos. If someone had told you, at the beginning of the year, that you would have to deal with a man resurrected by one of your teachers with the help of a Hyde, you could have laughed a whole week. Except that was exactly what happened.

But this particular evening was rather eventful. First, Wednesday needed the Nightshades in order to witness Tyler's transformation into a Hyde. Except that it's gone way too far, so you had to tell the principal. Then, you came with Bianca, Divina and Kent to meet up to the HQ, as requested by Ajax. And that is when you learned that Miss Thornhill murdered the principal and kidnapped Wednesday. And that was quite a lot to take in. Oh, and before that, your boyfriend Xavier was falsely accused — by Wednesday — to be the Hyde. So he was probably still in custody.

That is how you found yourself in the corridors of the academy telling the students, as best as you could, that they had to get out as soon as possible. When the majority of them had left, you went to see from the balcony, accompanied by Bianca and Ajax, what was happening in the quad. You saw a man dressed all in black, a sort of scepter in his hand. He looked up at you three before slamming his scepter down on a slab, causing an explosion. Your friends and you had to crumple on the ground to protect yourself.

"I'll try to save some time, okay?" you informed your friends before leaving them on the balcony.

You knew this old man was extremely powerful, and your powers couldn't change the situation. That is why, when you saw the sword which was normally displayed on the second floor, you thought that this would be the only opportunity you would have to try it.

Going down the stairs two by two, the sword clutched in both hands, you exhaled a deep breath before descending the few steps that separated you from the resuscitated man.

"Hey, you old man!" you shouted at the man, who was scaring two students.

Joseph Crackstone turned around, looking at you with a frightening smile forming on his lips. He took a step forward, approaching you, while the stress was so intense that your breath remained blocked in your chest.

"And who are you?" he asked, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Your grip on the sword tightened as you heard a voice behind your back. You knew that voice better than anyone, and you could have recognized it in any situation.

"Stay away from her," your boyfriend Xavier shouted at Crackstone.

A smile formed on your lips. You were so surprised to hear and see him when he was supposed to be at the police station. You looked at him only to see his serious face, his bow in hands, shooting an arrow in the direction of the resuscitated man. The arrow flew at full speed toward Crackstone, yet it froze right in front of his palm.

Everything that happened afterwards was very quick and very slow at the same time: it was a strange feeling to describe. You saw Crackstone turn the arrow towards Xavier. It began to move, this time, in the direction of your boyfriend, and the only thing you could do was to move in front of the arrow, which ended up in your shoulder.

You couldn't help but moan in pain, as you stumbled on the grass, some tears escaping your eyes. Your vision became blurred as a stabbing pain spread through your upper body. You couldn't even move your arm, as it made the pain worse. You heard footsteps coming in your way.

First, you saw Xavier crouch down in front of you, shifting the strands of hair, stuck to your cheeks because of your tears, that were blocking your view. Then, you saw Wednesday coming your way, taking the sword that you dropped when you collapsed on the ground. She faced Joseph Crackstone while Xavier was looking at you.

"Stay with me, okay?"

You managed to nod as you pursed your lips in pain. His hands rested on your cheeks while he looked in your eyes, a saddened look on his face. He helped you up, holding you by the waist as you were leaving the academy, the arrow still planted in you. When outside the academy, he sat you against a tree.

"P-please, remove the arrow," you said while sobbing.

He shook his head, sighing.

"I can't, it's going to be worse. But I can remove the protruding shaft if you want."

You nodded at him, whispering a little "go ahead." Then, he looked at you as he took a deep breath. He broke the arrow in two, as your breath caught in your chest.

"I'm so sorry darling, please forgive me," he said while caressing your cheeks.

"It's okay, don't worry..." you answered while resting your head against his shoulder.

"I can't support to lose you, not now, not ever," he kissed your head.

He took your hands in his, rubbing them to bring you a minimum of warmth, as you closed your eyes.

"Everything's going to be alright. When it's all over, we'll go drink lots of hot chocolates. And I'll give you drawing lessons."

His last sentence amused you and you chuckled, bringing back the pain that had managed to fade away ever so slowly. You often laughed about the fact that your drawing skills were not up to par with his when you drew together on weekends.

And you huddled with him, waiting for help to come, trying to control your breathing so that the pain is lessened.