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Perv!Xavier Thorpe~Headcanon

warning : minors don't read/interact, dark theme, obsession, obsessive thoughts, obsessive love, yandere behavior, yandere thoughts, stealing your things, use of Y/n one time, implied kidnapping (if you read it closely), one-sided attraction, mention of (m) masturbation, true love, implied mental health problems, drawing you naked without your consent, little comfort, fluff

Part. 2

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°What was supposed to be a new school year like any other was for the artist one that changed his whole life. Since he was on the school grounds, the rumour about Wednesday, a serial killer and creepy new girl, had spread around the school. But when another car parked next to the black old one, his eyes settled on it.

°When the passenger door opened he saw you and as if he was completely blind he saw only you. My muse he thought and his hand closed tighter around the stone railing from where he watched the students. Saw the sun illuminate you in just the right light. Saw your smile as you hugged your mother, as you spoke to her and let your gaze wander over the academy.

°Everything about you drew him in like a drug. Everything about you, whether it was your look, your voice, your body, your being, everything about you was the most beautiful and precious thing he had in his shattered world. And he would be the first to claim you. He would be the only one after all this time he had finally found his muse.

°He watched you say goodbye to your mother before grabbing your bag and suitcase and heading for the school entrance. Hastily he pushed himself off the railing and made his way to you. You were looking at the courtyard when you heard a voice next to you. ,,Pretty old, isn't it?" he said and his green-brown eyes went to yours. He could have got lost in your gaze.

°You were only more beautiful and flawless than from afar. He felt his fingers close around the pencil in his jacket pocket. He felt how he wanted to be even closer to you. He felt how he wanted to paint you, to explore more of you. He had never felt anything like this before, but this attraction seemed to give his life meaning.

°He saw you watching him for a moment and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it. ,,Yeah right but I kinda like it...I'm Y/n King" she introduced herself and held her hand out to him. His heart beat faster. He had only known you for about five minutes and already you seemed to want him as much as he wanted you. He returned the gesture and felt your warm soft skin under his fingers. ,,I'm Xavier. Xavier Thorpe" he replied and saw the small birthmark on your middle finger and wondered if you had more of them on your body.

°How would you look under that uniform? His thoughts ran amok as he went from one erotic pose to another. You needed to model for him, he needed to hold you. Needed you on his canvas. How would you react to that? Anticipation arose inside him before he offered to show you around. And you agreed. But all the time his eyes were on you, taking in everything they got.

°As he continued to lead you around the academy, holding on to your emotions. How you looked amazed or even completely fascinated at the old tree in the middle of the playground. Before you stopped in front of its picture with the ravens. ,,That's beautiful" he heard her say and saw her fingers tracing the picture a few centimetres from the wall. You are perfect he thought and he felt his heart beat faster when he saw how her eyes seemed to admire his art with fascination.

°He stepped closer to her before placing his hand over hers, cautiously, to test if she would let him. But she did, looking at him curiously and slightly confused. ,,I drew this...here look" he said calmly before using his powers to make the birds fly. Before he moved his hand and asked her to hold out her finger. ,,Wow, Xavier, that's incredibly beautiful!" she exclaimed in fascination as she watched him guide the raven onto her finger.

°The artist let the bird nestle against her hand before slowly directing the drawing back to the wall. ,,I'm glad you like it," he said, unable to hide the slight blush that crept into his cheeks. She looked at the picture one last time before he escorted her to her room. ,,Thanks again Xavier" and was about to close the door when she seemed to consider. ,,Wait a minute," she said hastily before taking out a small writing pad and grabbing a pen.

°Xavier watched her write something down before she blew on the paper and the leaves spun faster than they should have before the paper formed a flower. ,,Here's a little thank you...you're not the only one who can create something beautiful" she said with a wink and handed him the flower that blossomed in his hand. You are the flower...blossoming beautiful at my side he thought and carefully and gently stroked the single paper blossoms that slowly turned to a dark purple. You had a wonderful gift, he found. You were a muse and an artist at the same time.

°He thanked you before going back to his own room where he placed the flower on his desk. His fingers slowly stroked over the blossoms and he wandered dreamily in his thoughts to you. She understands me...she gives me what I need he thought and decided to think of a plan. Something that would bring him closer to you. He needed-no, he desired-more of you. More of your personality, more of your praise, more of your body. More of your inspiration. More of the calm you had on him.

°A few days passed in which not only the new school year began but in which he continued to observe you. He painted whenever he could, giving himself as many facts and rumours as he could get from Enid while disappearing more and more often into his little studio. At night to protect the darkness. The darkness that left him alone with his imagination. But the more he drew you, the more he took you out of the picture and touched you. The more his greed for you seemed to increase.

°Whenever he touched his drawing, his emotions ran away with him. They were too strong for him to concentrate on the painting, which caused you to dissolve into colour. ,,Don't worry...I'll get you eventually" he murmured as he looked back at the painting. Where you were looking under a tree and smiling at him while in your hand was your notepad.

°As he looked at the centrepiece of his collection next to the endless paintings and drawings. A t-shirt of yours that you had left at the lake when you went swimming with Bianca and the other mermaids. It turned out you were a poor swimmer and wanted to improve your skills. He could still feel himself sitting as innocently as possible against a tree and pretending to enjoy nature.

°But the tug on his groin and the way his hands traced your body fibre-like in his sketchbook. When you were standing there in just your bikini, it almost drove him mad. The sun shone perfectly on you, making him see all the drops of water flowing over your skin. How they disappeared into your cleavage and ran down your belly. He wanted to touch himself, to pleasure himself. See if you would see him. See what you would do. Would you dump him...or even help him? A shaky sigh came over his lips and it took him some effort not to jump into the lake and swim to you as well.

°But he didn't, he kept his composure and continued to watch you for a while before he gave you a slight wave before he was sure that no one was watching you. As quickly as necessary he hurried to the t-shirt you had left behind and slipped into a bathrobe instead. That's how your property came into his possession. Just one of many things. And even though it was in the wooden shed, it still smelled of you. Sweet and fruity like a flower.

°A slight redness crept onto his cheeks as he thought of how many times he had jerked off with the T-shirt in his hand. How he had suppressed his moans, gasps and whimpers with the fabric. How often he had wished you would touch him like this. It was his goal to finally have you, his new work of art.

°And to achieve this he only had to lure you here and take what he wanted. Your whole being. His fingers gripped the brush in his hand tighter as he looked at the picture of you one last time and then at your shirt before he turned off the light bulb and closed the door behind him.

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hazbincalifornia · 3 days

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Fatherhood

Chapter 64: Blitzo and Stolas take a moment to talk before the ceremony begins.

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“You know, I’m pretty sure you could have just snapped me clean out there,” Blitzo commented as Stolas summoned a towel once they pulled apart. He watched it fly in from the bathroom and drop down on the couch before he was set on top of it.

“I could have, but then I couldn’t have had a moment of peace with you without everyone watching,” Stolas said, his tone shifted just enough that Blitzo knew it was leaning on the ‘concerned parent’ side of the spectrum as the owl brushed a hand over his still-slightly-darkened cheeks to try and wipe the color away. “Blitz-”

“Look, I know, but you had that spell around my guts! She was fine, she probably liked the exercise anyway, it’s been so fucking boring at work without being able to go out in the field, okay?”

“Babies are delicate!” Stolas waved a hand over his royal clothes, vanishing the mud with one clean sweep as Blitzo felt the splatters on himself starting to harden. “I know that you can handle yourself, but she cannot. She’ll likely barely be able to keep her head up when she’s born, and that’s hardly any condition to go rolling around in mud puddles with handsome cowboys.” He paused. “Not until she’s much older, anyway.”

“She’s gonna be a sturdy bitch, she’s mine,” Blitzo grumbled as he felt her nudge what might have been a hand against the inside of his skin and poked at it back. “See, she’s agreeing with me.”

“Be that as it may, if she inherits your stubborn streak, it’s going to be a very interesting few years,” Stolas said, folding himself down on the couch next to Blitzo. Even through the words, Blitzo could hear a pinch of fondness mixed with the frustration. “As dashingly rugged as you look, her safety needs to come first. Babies require a lot of work.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Blitzo pulled his legs up with a groan, although his belly got too in the way for said legs to get up very far. “I know.”

“Do you?” Stolas tilted his head. “Loona wasn’t a baby.”

“I know that too, you had that heart-to-heart with her, remember?” (The one where she’d said he sucked. His stomach gurgled, and he brushed it aside.) “Babies are useless the first bit, sure, but I’ll manage. She’ll be worth it.”

“How would you feel if something happened to her and you could have stopped it?”

“Well, I’d-” The sentence died in Blitzo's mouth and tasted like hot ash.

Stolas sighed. He vanished the mud from Blitzo’s clothes with another wave of his fingers as he leaned closer, and his other hand rested on Blitzo’s knee. “I don’t mean to push, but neither of us want that. Please be careful… for both of your sakes. I can’t stand to think of either of you hurt, not when we’re so close. Your safety matters to me, dear, and you’re not at your usual strength anymore with her practically ready to burst out and say hello.” Blitzo’s chin sunk into his knees, and Stolas pulled the blanket up around him. “I know you’ll do your best.”

“Mhm.” The high of managing to pin Striker was quickly churning into anxiety, mixing with those fucking hormones and the ache in his gut he’d had all afternoon. The unspoken ‘but what if that’s not good enough?’ hung in the air like a thousand poisoned daggers as his claws dug into the leather of his pants and his stomach cramped, twisting in a vise on itself.

“Fatherhood is… difficult,” Stolas said slowly, and Blitzo snorted.

“Understatement of the fucking millennium.”

Stolas gave a little chuckle. “I won’t deny that. It’s been both the most difficult and most rewarding thing I’ve ever done. If I know one thing, though, it’s that you have to try. Stella never did. She had Via and figured that was all she needed to do, and it was up to me to keep Via from realizing how little her mother ever cared.” He paused, eyes softening a little. “No matter what, I know that you’ll love them, the way you care for your Loona.” He ran his fingers over Blitzo’s shirt, straightening out a crease.“You’ll be a good father.”

You ruin everything you touch, why would this be any different?

“Yeah. Yeah, I will. I kick ass.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself at least half as much as he was thinking it. Stolas’s expression had too many emotions to root out and shifted up to squeeze Blitzo’s shoulder, settling to something that might have been determination with a slight curled hook to the beak.

“Just don’t throw her in the middle of any more wrestling matches,” Stolas said. “I’ll help you as much as possible until you start to feel more comfortable and we can ask Aamon if he can offer assistance as well. You’ll learn as you go. I had to do it all on my own the first time, and you’ll have me.” He gave a soft, lopsided smile. “I want this to go well as much as you do, darling… and maybe, someday, we might…” He trailed off, and Blitzo cleared his throat.

“Could you… fuck, this is dumb.”

“What?”

“If she- if she gets hurt, once she’s crawling around. Could you fix her?”

“Blitz!” Stolas’s feathers fluffed up as he stared down at Blitzo, who waved a twitchy hand, leg bouncing.

“Look, I don’t want her hurt either, okay? She’s still attached to me right now, and I just- fuck, what if-”

“If you keep your head properly on your shoulders and be the clever imp that you are, she’ll be fine." Stolas gripped both sides of Blitzo’s face, squishing in the cheeks slightly and turning it upwards to meet his eyes.”I was half your age when I had Via and she’s survived this long, you’ll manage with her until she can start crawling around on her own if you just take a breath and try to not drop her off the edge of a building. We can go through the apartment and add padding to make things safer, but she won’t really be moving for a while anyway.” Stolas’s palms eased off the skin. “I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if I didn’t think you could handle it, you just need to think and allow me to help.”

“There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about me.” Still, Blitzo chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment, the flash of pain grounding. “Fine. We’ll just hope she doesn’t stick a fork in the wall socket and go from there. I’m going to be careful and not run over her or some shit. We’ll be fine.”

“That’s the spirit!” Stolas kissed his forehead. “And you won’t do it again?”

“I’m not going to have the chance, if she’ll be rolling out of my pussy in a couple of days. Once she’s out, she’s getting treated with extra care like the glass ponies on the high shelf.” He sucked in a breath and let it out, the coil in his chest loosening a little. Quiet hung in the air for a few moments, and he could hear the echo of chatter from outside. “...Thanks.”

“Wonderful.” Stolas nodded, seemingly mostly to himself as he straightened up, but Blitzo could see the way his fingers drummed against his leg, the edge of nerves jittering through him. “Now then, I do have to prepare for the ceremony in a few minutes. Is there anything you need before then?”

Blitzo pulled up a smirk. “Think you could snap me up some snazzy new duds?” He waved at himself. “I kinda got the fancy shirt torn up, and I don’t know how well Mill’s folks would take to seeing flashes of my tits without asking first.”

“Hmm.” Stolas thought for a moment before snapping his fingers. Blitzo’s shirt changed with a flash of glitter, pale flowers blooming on the pattern as the fabric changed from white to red with buttons down the center. At that, Blitzo raised an eyebrow, but it came with a fond smile as he plucked a bit of the fabric up with a pinch.

“I’m not sure this exactly fits the honky-tonk vibe down here.”

“What? It’s a good look on you! Very fatherly energy.” Stolas’s cheek puffed out as he half-pouted, snapping his fingers again as the red bled away to a warm brown, the sparkle trailing down to his pants, which-

Blitzo couldn’t help a little grin as the leather of his pants shifted, the soft flesh of his ass spilling out on the couch. “Oh, you bitch.”

Stolas grinned back. “At least show it off before I change you back, love.”

The word still made his spines twitch as his stomach hummed with warmth, and with honey-thick affection boiling in his guts, he obliged. He slid off the couch and spun around on his boots to show off the cowboy ensemble that was complete with assless chaps, emphasis on the ass. The leg material cut off partway up, leaving his magic-and-baby plumped cheeks free. He gave himself a slap, hearing the noise echo. “I think I remember wearing something like this during body shots at a party once.”

“Oh?” Stolas tilted his head. “We’ll certainly have to recreate that sometime.”

“Oh fuck yeah, you’ve got the best tongue this side of the Hive,” Blitzo muttered half-under his breath, but Stolas’s feathers puffed up anyway. Score one for bird hearing. “C’mon, feathers, you know full well what you do to Daddy.”

“I need to work, dear-"

“Don’t you dare ‘dear’ me, you started it!” He prodded a finger at Stolas’s chest, and the sparkles shimmered over him one last time before returning him to his original outfit, albeit with the tears patched up. Stolas stood and stretched, smiling wider as he cupped Blitzo’s cheek before his voice dipped low.

“As soon as the ceremony is over, I’ll show you exactly what I’m dying to do to Daddy, darling.”

Blitzo opened his mouth to make a smart comment, but Stolas had swept out the door with the summoned Grimoire, the book floating in the air with a few stray sparkles trailing behind them by the time his brain re-activated.

Showtime.

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