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[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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the next morning, erik tiredly takes the twins down to the kitchen, providing them a breakfast of orange juice, apple slices, and toast with butter. he drinks three cups of black coffee and eats a single apple slice. without him there, and with charles in a state, hank has forgone actual coffee for instant like a savage. it might as well be mud as far as erik is concerned.

"i hate toast," pietro tells him and briefly erik wonders how anyone could hate toasted bread.

erik sighs beleagueredly, "when i was young, i'd be grateful for any meal- wanda, do not turn your brother's toast into something else."

"yeah, i don't if i can do that again," she admits sheepishly, pulling the hand that was about to tap her brother's toast away, "i kinda don't know how i did it to the cookies."

"you're young. i didn't know how to master my own mutation till i was older and even then, sometimes i still needed help," erik assures her. wanda happily munches on her apples after that. pietro rolls his eyes.

he cleans up everything, wondering just how to start this day. it wasn't as if his children were full grown adults who he could toss into the danger room. he did not know where to begin training seven year olds. most mutants didn't even manifest until puberty... but his kids were early bloomers.

as he picks up breakfast, he hears footsteps coming around the corner. at first, he assumes it's hank. perhaps the other actually decided to emerge out of his lab at a reasonable hour. but hank walks with a heavy footstep from his mutation. these steps are light, stilted.

"oh!" he hears charles say, "well, uh, hello you two."

"you're the guy who punched dad!" laughs pietro, "you got 'im good!"

erik turns, "pietro-"

charles kneels down to speak with the children at eye level in their chairs, "he told me you have mutations of your own. what can you both do?"

"i run fast!" pietro exclaims before dashing out of his chair, leaving charles' hair whipping against his face. after a mere moment, he comes back with an empty glass which he offers to erik, "here, dad, you can wash this too."

"very impressive," charles tells him and pietro beams.

erik takes the glass as charles stares at it briefly before turning his attention back to the children. most likely it had come from his room. he turns and smiles at wanda.

"and you, little one?" he asks her.

"my powers are kinda funny," she admits, "i usually just use them to hold pietro in place or make things float when i get upset. but i turned snicker-whatevers into chocolate chip cookies yesterday."

finally, charles looks at erik, clear realization of just why erik has come to him finally dawning on him. pietro would grow to be an ordinary mutant, one who would need training and would excell, but not right away. wanda was like nothing they had ever seen before. charles turns back to her, nodding, and squeezing her little hands.

"that's very special. you both are," he tells her and then turns to pietro before moving back to look at both of them, "how about you two go and play in the yard? i have a tire swing out there you might like."

they both cheer and wanda looks at erik, "can we, papa?"

"go ahead. just don't go past the tree," he says. they promise, not that he trusts pietro to abide by that promise. but they both take each other's hands and dash off at wanda's speed.

charles stands, moving to make his own coffee, "they're lovely children… you never told me."

"i didn't know," erik replies, "magda didn't want my life for them."

"doesn't surprise me. vengenance, death of humanity and all that," charles murmurs as he pulls out a mug.

erik notices that he did shower at some point between their arguement and now. his hair lacks the grease and the smell has disappated in favor of the soap charles prefers. even years later, he could smell that soap and know charles was near.

"i don't understand her power," erik cuts to the chase, "i assumed she was telekinetic. and then one day she changed the color of her shirt by wishing it. and now the cookies."

"…you're scared of her," charles says, looking at him again. erik wants to die beneath that gaze.

"i'm scared of what others might do to her."

charles digs out one of the chocolate chip cookies from the pantry, erik resisting his desire to glibly remind charles that those are not a breakfast food. he sniffs it, stares at it before taking a bite and nodding in odd approval. at least his daughter didn't turn them into cookies that tasted bad.

"i suppose we shouldn't be surprised considering just how powerful her father is," charles says absently.

"perhaps only surpassed by a child of yours," hums erik, tiredly. imagning a child with equal or greater telepathic ability to charles is rather insane. he is perhaps the strongest telepath they know, even more powerful than emma.

charles laughs dismissevly, "that will never happen. i was careful before and i don't want one. i never did."

"you opened a school."

"yes. for school aged children with mutations like your children," he reminds erik, tone clipped as he stares at the coffee carafe filling up, "not babies. i shouldn't- it's one thing to teach children, it's another to raise them."

erik goes quiet. that he at least agrees with. at least he had a good example, but he knows a little about charles and raven's upbringing. mostly, frustratingly, from raven. charles knew everything about erik, yet charles hid his life, his pain from him constantly. even raven didn't speak much on their life outside of their inattentive mother who charles loved deeply anyway.

"hank invited me to stay the night after wanda changed the cookies," erik explains, quietly, too awkward. it's so strange to lack the helmet, but have charles in his arm's reach, yet not feel the other sharing his mind, knowing his thoughts. he would never let anyone else do that, "but we can leave."

charles shakes his head, "no. clearly we at least need to figure out what wanda's mutation is. do your- does raven know about them?"

"no," erik explains, "i haven't told any of them. to be honest, i've gone totally radio silent on them. i need to rectify that. give them some lie to keep them passive."

"you're the one who divided us," charles huffs, "it's not like they can tell you no. are you telling me you don't trust angel and raven with your kids?"

"i do," erik assures, "but we have other things on our plate. riptide is… missing. i had him investigating some possible mutants in vietnam and he's disappeared."

"disappeared?" reiterates charles, "should i be concerned? sean and alex were deployed early into this mess."

erik feels his heart speed up, "deployed?"

"sean got drafted," charles explains, "alex decided to enlist so he wouldn't have to go alone."

"and you let them just go? with the military?" erik snaps, "well, of course you did. you would. you and your peace."

"don't turn this into something it isn't," huffs charles, "i hadn't been taking the serum them. i asked sean if he wanted me to try and get him rejected. he told me no. they wouldn't be in any danger if you hadn't turned a million missiles on the government in cuba!"

"what you have always failed to see charles is that we were always in danger!"

charles turns on him rapidly, "not every human is the kind that hurt you."

"it is only a matter of time before they become them," erik snaps, leaving the dried dishes in a rack so he isn't tempted to throw them.

he can feel every knife in the shelf. their fields pull at him. the fridge feels like an atomic bomb, each little component awaiting his command. feeling the push and pull of the fields is his life, its his very nature. just as minds were charles'. but he's shut them out. where normally his feelings would be blaring loudly in charles' mind, he imagines himself as a giant black void to the former telepath.

how can it not be like losing a limb? then, of course, charles lost his legs. erik has lost so many things in his lifetime. his home, his safety, his parents, his autonomy… even charles himself. but he has never lost part of himself. even if they put him in a plastic cube, he could feel the push of magnets where the could not reach them.

"if that's true, then it is because you believe it so," charles replies, taking the carafe and pouring it into a mug.

instead of going for sugar or cream, charles grabs whiskey, angrily dumping it into the bitter drink. erik snatches it fromt he counter.

"i think you have had enough," erik tells him before dumping the entire mug down the drain.

"erik! goddamn you!" charles growls, shoving him almost childishly. his punch had been lucky and he never really had the stomach for true violence.

he takes charles' wrists, holding them tightly as he glares, "i said i think you've had enough."

"you do not get to waltz in here and pretend like we're still friends," charles writhes his wrists angrily, "you stopped being the erik i knew the minute you killed shaw!"

"shaw had to die!" erik replies, baring his teeth. sean had once teased him for his smile being shark-like, but he certainly feels it now. he feels like an angry animal with prey between its jaws, "you will never understand! do you think an absent mother compares at all to things he did to me?!"

charles attempts to kick him in the knee, but erik is stronger and while he doesn't let go, he does fall forward, pressing himself against charles and the counter. as he goes to start shouting again, he notices charles is shaking. he does not look like a frightened doe as one might expect from a doe-eyed man.

instead, he is defiant. there is fear in his eyes, something old, something that has nothing to do with erik. but in the face of erik's anger, charles does not waiver. his body betrays him, but he holds a brave face, a stalwart indignation like an immovable ship, anchored to a seafloor.

the first time erik had kissed charles, they had been sharing a bed as they went to meet sean. all of the two-bed rooms had been booked which left them with either one of them on the floor or both in the bed. originally, erik had planned to take the floor, but charles had pulled him up into the bed.

"you don't think about me the way most people do," charles whispered, the only light coming the street lamps flickering outside, "i don't mean to pry. i can't help it sometimes."

"what do you mean?"

charles smiled softly, rolling his eyes, "you'd think it very silly i imagine. but you always think my eyes are a different shade of blue. it's like you can't decide how to describe them. but you notice them when you think i'm being particularly clever."

erik had blushed, his very obvious feelings being laid bare by the telepath in bed with him. he had admired charles from the minute they had met. how could he not admire the first man to tell him he wasn't alone? the man who had saved his life?

"it helps that you are usually particularly clever when you're not being particularly foolish," erik managed to reply.

this time charles blushed, looking away. his teeth pierced those already pretty red lips slightly. oh. that bastard. he knew what he was doing.

"are you going to do anything about it if i am?" charles asked, apparently not realizing he was reading erik's thoughts. or, if he did, he clearly did not care.

they were so young then. their powers still felt so fresh and untrained, even when they had more control than most. a few items shuddered at that moment when erik did.

ignoring them, he ran a hand up charles' neck to cup his cheek, "i think i'm going to kiss you."

"oh, i very much hope you do."

kissing charles xavier had been so soft. both of them had considered sex that night, but had instead enjoyed the gift of exploring the other's mouth. later, erik would realize charles had been hoping for this because he tasted particularly like gum. he had pressed kisses along soft lips, nipped until charles' lips were swollen, they had gone for each other until both were breathless.

charles had let out soft little gasps and moans. erik had worshipped his lips, his cheeks, his neck. they were like two demigods, entangled, high priests of the other's temple. erik had wanted to devour charles whole. he'd been smooth, kind, gentle, but mischevious. that moment was a fairytale.

this is not like that.

this was a nightmare. from the minute erik's teeth had clicked against charles' own, he knew that it was. there was none of their old kindness to be had. erik hated charles' scratchy beard. he hated that charles clearly no longer knew what he wanted, instead fighting for dominance of the kiss. erik had at first pulled away only for charles to pull him back, bruise his lips, bite his tongue.

erik presses charles back harder, taking back his tongue and shoving it down charles' throat. he wants to choke him with it, he wants to make sure he can't breathe. their teeth click again when charles mirrors the tilt of his head as they both try to deepen the kiss.

did charles want to suffocate as much as erik hopes to do so?

erik pulls back when charles' breath doesn't stop despite that, tugs fiercely on his lip with his teeth. those paled lips look almost back to their former glory, but he even such ferocity has not revived their blushed hues.

"i hate you," charles whispers, voice cracking, bitter, "i hate you."

"the feeling, old friend," erik snaps mockingly, "is mututal."

they dive back in anyway, charles finally breaking a hand free to claw down erik's back. nail marks redden beneath erik's shirt. the action also earns him a hardening in erik's pants, making him smirk against the larger man's lips. instead of giving him what he's asking for, erik wraps a hand around charles' throat.

"if i did not need you," he snarls before trailing off, "do you know how easy it would be?"

it would not be easy. erik isn't even pressing down against charles' neck. all he is doing is holding it, the grip barely there. but- but it changes something in charles' expression. the fear that had disappeated returns. suddenly nails claw at his hand.

"let go, erik, let go."

"i thought you hated me. didn't you expect this?" asks erik, voice mournful as it settles in once again that charles simply does not know what he thinking. how he could never hurt charles like that again.

"please," charles suddenly begs, voice desperate, "please, erik, let me go."

erik backs away like he's been burned, charles turning quickly on his heels as he gasps for air as if erik had been truly choking him. he's running as best that his legs, still stilted, still obviously not walking the way humans with functional spines walk, can take him. without meaning to, he shoves past hank who has finally emerged for breakfast.

hank looks at erik, "what the fuck did you do?"

[mcsm-r0ckz]

TW: MENTIONS OF NEGLECT, ABUSE, MANIPULATION, ALCOHOL, SUGGESTIVE THINGS, DRUGS, ATTEMPTING UNALIVE

Aiden Headcanons:

• Homosexual

• He/Him

• Aiden was always compared to Jesse by his parents, making Aiden hate him

• He was also abused and neglected like Jesse was, just never got out of it

• His parents kicked him out when he turned 18, making him live with Gill since his parents were never around

• Aiden often manipulated Gill and Lukas, sometimes Maya

• Aiden was in a bad headspace before ep5 s1, so he did horrible things

• Maya gave him tips to help him manipulate others, but always says Aiden forced her too, when he never did

• Aiden has a d!ck piercing. He tried to do it by himself but failed, so he got it done professionally

• He lives with Axel in BoomTown

• He use to sleep in the guest room until Axel let him sleep in his bedroom

• Aiden is dating Axel

• He regrets the life decisions he made in the past

• He was described 'Happy pills' a long time ago. He doesn't use them anymore.

• He is a recovering alcoholic and use to do drugs with the Ocelots/Blaze Rods

• Aiden fucking LOVES Weezer

• Aiden is insecure but never shows it

• Was a literal fuckboy in high-school but for guys

• He's Ivor’s potion assistant

• Extremely dirty-minded

• He's still in contact with Gill

• He tried to 'reform' the Ocelots, but couldn't

• He was in jail for 2 years but got out on good behavior

• He tried to kill himself in jail, but Gill and Maya stopping him

• Was extremely mentally unstable in the past

• He acted like a narcissist but never even liked himself at all

• He has a literal mullet

• His ears are DECKED OUT in piercings

• He has chain rings

• Is a Magnus fan

@wooflesnoot sorry I posted the same his twice😭🙏

[rudy-sport]

bad news guys. this is the best thing I've ever drawn.

[dick-meister]

“…You know. I think I’d give a righteous dicking to Keenie. Hit me up, I wouldn’t mind giving you a go”

[mccaffry]

What was your last cheat meal?

@h0lts

[demongemz]

“that was barely even a kiss! do it again - please?” (FROM EDGAR - fp killed him and he lost all his memories so ;) PLS GO WILD )

Agatha smirked, men were always so easy to play that much was certain and Edgar had been one of the perfect marks, the man seemed innocent enough but she certainly saw the darkness that lay hidden beneath those eyes. She liked the bad boys and this one was ripe for taking such a shame no one else was going to scoop him up in such a vulnerable state. “Pet, I’m trying to work this case and you are distracting me” she smirked before sliding the paperwork away grabbing his shirt, and pulling him close to her, allowing her lips to hover over his for a moment. “So desperate for me just the way I like it, have you been a good boy? Only good boys who listen get kisses” @fcrafcrtnight

[shinobinvku]

The more they had, the more that could be taken away from them, a final piece of wisdom passed onto the Hound and the Dragon so early in life. With one so focused on every mission at hand and the other driven by her singular goal, neither shinobi believed there could be room for anyone in their hearts. There could be no distractions, there could be no exceptions, but that was unreasonable. 

Starter for @hatredcurse | Kakashi

Lighting strikes off in the distance. A storm rages onward outside an abandoned building and the next thing Chitose knew, Kakashi was pulling her close, his masked mouth hot on her lips. Adrenaline courses through their veils after a new death experience and shows no signs of stopping despite both shinobi coming to their senses, allowing those soft kisses turn into a hungry desire that pins her up against the adjacent brick wall.

“Take my hand, show me where you want to be touched,” Kakashi whispers against the Dragon’s temple, his mask damp from heated kisses. 

Her golden eyes flit upward to meet Kakashi’s mix-matched gaze, brows furrowed and breath labored. She takes his gloved hand into hers, resting his palm caress her cheek, then allows it to slowly slip down to the base of her throat.

"Touch me wherever you want," she replies with a shuddered breath.

[crownshattered]

|| me: *quoting that one song from the extra Lion King movie* QUICK BEFORE THE HYENAS COME~

My sister: Before the hyenas what?

Me: come….?

Me: fuck you.

[intxication]

[shinobinvku]

@morino-ibiki sent: Heated Hot Springs - for Raidō

After weeks of guarding Lady Tsunade on a diplomatic mission, Raidou needed a sabbatical. Fortunately for him, the Godaime was generous enough to grant him extended leave as a reward, and the first thing he decided to do was visit the bathhouse for some rest and relaxation. 

It was a relief to be rid of his clothes. Earlier, he had requested some cold sake to enjoy while inside the bath. After washing himself, Radiou enters the hot spring while wearing only a towel. To his pleasant surprise, it wasn’t crowded. In fact, there was another person inside the bath, someone he recognized right away. 

❝Ah, Morino-san, is that you? ❞ Raidou asked, slowly approaching the edge of the bath to clear his view of the steam. Along the left side of his neck, chest, and bicep are the same scar patterns as the ones across the bridge of his nose. 

He offered the other man a cordial smile, one hand holding a bottle of sake while the other the front knot on his towel. 

❝Hope you don’t mind if I join you? It’s been a very grueling couple of weeks. ❞

He lets his towel drop around his ankles, revealing the entirety of his body, tall, tanned, and very lean. Namiashi sighs as he steps into the water, its warmth already soothing every ache in his tired muscles. Once submerged from the ribs, Raidou turns to Moino and offers him a drink. 

❝How’ve you been? ❞

[reiiishii]

@hxbiris said: ❛That scent. It has remained imprinted on my mind since the night on the terrace.❜ (Olivia for Pierre) Bridgerton s2 prompts // Accepting!

Pierre extinguished his cigarette before flicking it into a few bushes and blowing smoke away from her, finally giving her his entire attention.

"that so...~?" A smile as he slipped to push her against the wall, looking down at her and gently tracing her jaw. "I didn't know you liked the smell of a man who indulged in vices..."

Pierre leaned down to gently press a kiss to her lips, his other hand resting on her waist as he did. He enjoyed the quiet, and now that things were finally calming down he could indulge her in more ways than one.

"Did you miss me that much, Via~? If so, I'm flattered but I think I can pick up where we left off that night....~" The hand on her waist slowly moved to rest on her thigh, his head leaning down to press kisses to her neck.

"Only if you let me, that is.~"

[bclletragedie]

                            @proeliums

LOCATION: juliet's dressing room, the metropolitan opera house FOR: adeline underwood

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 nothing, until she grew into something. it was the story that juliet huang told herself as her eyes nearly bore through the dressing room mirror following every dress rehearsal, as she began to wipe away the face of carmen and once again replace it with her own. the announcement of her casting had certainly come with some reservations from some ( do you have the... je ne se qoux? the ability to get down and be.. dirty? little did they know... ), but when juliet was asked to take on a role -- she took it on with such devotion and dedication that the questions would soon stop coming. all she had to do was wait out the storm -- for there would soon be light.

as if right on cue the knock on the door pulls her out of her thoughts, endless as they seem, and back to her reality. and while her dressing room is juliet's space of solitude, where she returns to her own two feet -- there is only one person who she permits to visit. while it has not been exclusively said, it is a rule that is clearly unspoken.

adeline. her adeline, if she were to be quite frank. and while she was more than aware that her paramour was certainly her own woman, it was what had drawn juliet into her magnetic pull.. the thought of her being with anyone else made her heart sink. gave way to pure, unadultured anger. juliet wore her sweetness on the surface, no stranger to rage, but she was certainly unfamiliar with the differences of this feeling. and yet, behind closed doors much like the one that seperated them now -- adeline made sure to remind her just how deeply her affections bore.

my juliet. mine. she can hear the words gracing her ears now with the gentleness of a whisper, reminded of the moment they were first uttered. back then when their affair had only been an affair, fingers tangled between the crisp white sheets on juliet's queen bed. adeline had taken residence there ever since, even when juliet found herself sleeping alone.

god, was it both so terrifying and exciting, all at the same time.

" come in! " juliet calls out with a soft lilt to her voice, reserved for the one whom, like it or not, she is completely enamored with. as her assumption is proven true by the other woman's entrance, she utilizes the swivel built into the chair she is perched upon to face her. she can see the look in adeline's eyes from the first instance their gazes connect. the séguedille. from the moment she had stepped offstage from the run through, she had been so enthralled with the madness of rehearsal that she had forgotten the cameras were even there for the promotionals.

adeline, her adeline had been subjected to nearly an hour of watching her tangled with the actor portraying carmen's target, don josé -- in an act of seduction. if her own jealousy overwhelmed her like a forest fire... she could only imagine the destruction adeline was inducing within the confines of her mind. " it was only acting... " the woman murmurs quietly. she speaks as if she believes it, because she does, but she can see the plot coming to life behind her dearest's eyes. " he's a costar, adeline. " it is here where she stands, taking the effort to shut the door and lock it behind them -- to give them some privacy. " you know there's no one other than you.. "