#(A WILD XAVIER APPEARED?!)

[drgreysonmd]

Doctor, respectfully, if Jeremiah returns saying "rootin' tootin'" one more time, I may threaten to sue.

Hey, now wait just a minute-

I'll have you know Rootin' Tootin' is a time-honored staple of country vernacular. You can't just outlaw a whole multi-use word (did you know it can be a noun, verb, and adjective? That's just plain economical!) just because you don't like it.

That said, I'll make sure to introduce him to a few more of my more... interesting and colourful country idioms, just so there is some variety in there. I can sympathize with having to hear the same one over and over again. I've got one about skeletons getting frisky on a tin roof that I think he'll get a good laugh out of that I've been saving for the right moment. Looks like the time has come!

[thinkinonsense]

I CAN SEE YOU✰

logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: curing, slightly nsfw, tiniest mention of blood

*mdni

wc: 900+

a/n: another one shot inspired by a song lmao. this time it is i can see you by taylor swift. thank you for all the love on my last one! this one is short n sweet too so i hope you enjoy <3

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It had been three years since you graduated from the school. Everyone was excited about your return. Storm and Scott picked you up from the train station downtown. It was an unexpected surprise when Professor Xavier reached out, asking you to teach for a semester. He has always been an important influence in your life; having brought you in as a troubled teenager. Being an X-Men changed your life for the better.

"You are going to love all the new students!" Storm smiles, helping Scott and you carry in your bags.

"I can't wait to meet them!"

Once everything was inside, you headed upstairs to your old room with a suitcase in hand. The room was located on the farthest end of the mansion, which was secluded and quiet; away from all the chaos. You never would've guessed what was on the other side of the door.

"Do you mind?"

There, lying in your old bed, a scruffy, annoyed, attractive man who looked double your age, smoking a cigar on his back. You freeze drinking in his appearance.

Who the hell was this man in your room?

"This is my room." You question if you opened the wrong door or took a left instead of a right. Nope, that was your old bookshelf and bedframe.

"I'm pretty sure this is my room." He replies, cocking his head to the side.

"No, you're in my bed." You bite back, growing more irritated with the stranger.

"This is my bed, sweetheart." He glares at you while his eyes linger down your figure.

He found your angered expression adorable. The way your nose scrunched a little and your hand found its way onto your hip. Your pretty short black skirt captivated him. If it wasn't for the stick up your ass, he would've been more than willing to let you stay in his bedroom.

"That's my bookshelf!" You pointed out. "And that is my bedframe!"

"Well, if that's the case, you need a new bedframe." His voice drops in a way that makes your stomach turn in a dangerous yet delicious way.

A small gasp leaves your mouth before you can catch yourself. Not wanting to see that stupid smirk on his face, you whip your head around and stomp downstairs to Professor Xaviers' office.

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It's been weeks since your first encounter with Logan. Ever since you had to move to a new room, you've avoided him at all costs. If what Scott has told you is any truth of Logan's character, then you knew he was trouble.

Despite your attempts to stay far away from him, Logan had other plans. Caught in every corner; stuck at every turn, he managed to capture you. He would go out of his way to brush past you in hallways. Even in crowded rooms, his eyes shamelessly burned holes into you.

The worst of it was when he would sit in during your lectures. Half of your mind focused on the lesson while the other half ran wild with the thought of him watching you.

If you weren't careful, you would cave.

Which was exactly what Logan wanted. He knew it was wrong to need you as badly as he did. You were so much younger than him yet you pranced around the mansion like you knew everything. He didn't want Charles to know about the feelings string inside of him. You had barely been gone three years, there's so much you hadn't experienced yet. The last thing anyone wanted was for Logan to taint you.

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On Friday nights you would stay in your classroom grading papers until the early morning hours. This Friday was no exception. It was almost two am when you scribbled a B+ on the final stack of papers. You stood up, leaving all your belongings in the classroom until Monday morning; desperately wanting to be in bed. Once you locked the door and turned down the hallway, you saw him coming up the stairs.

"What do you want, Mister. Howlett?" You glare at him. Logan's eyes darkened at the way you addressed him.

For such a mouthy girl, you did have some manners.

"You've been avoiding me." He states, following closely behind you. The clothing you wore drove him insane. Tight tops, unbelievably short skirts, and dresses. If Logan could die, he's sure it would've been at your hands.

"You've noticed? I figured you would have been too busy getting rejected by Jean to care."

The comment was supposed to sting painfully for him; instead, it backfired on you.

Of course, you noticed the way he shamelessly flirted with the redhead. It plagued your mind ever since you saw it happen with your own eyes. The way he gawked at her unapologetically, even with her boyfriend present. You would never admit it but it made you bitter, to say the least.

"Oh, I see..." Logan smirks.

"See what?"

"I can see you." His words make you freeze up. "You're jealous."

You roll your head back and laugh at his accusation; despite the truth it held.

Without hesitation, Logan grabs your hips and pins you up against the wall. You whine as your back makes contact with the cold grey wall. His grip tightens at the noise you let out.

"Not only can I see the effect I have on you..." Logan's voice is rough against the shell of your ear. "I can hear and smell it, sweetheart."

A flush of red creeps its way up your pretty face in the low light. Logan groans when he pulls back and sees it for himself. The second you are face-to-face, you pull him. A rush of teeth clashing into each other messily. One of your hands rests on his jaw while the other knotted itself in his hair. Logan's right hand slides up your thigh and under your skirt as he picks you up. You bite and tug on his lower lip; until you can taste the tiniest bit of blood. Both of you were desperate for each other.

"My room." You mumble against his lips. Logan chuckles, knowing that the only room on this side of the mansion is his current bedroom.

This will have to be your little secret.

[gothicminxx]

Sylus x Fem! Reader

CW: Mention of injury and blood, yandere Sylus, slight cameo from Xavier, no use of Y/N, Sylus calls you doll.

In honor of Sylus being released I couldn’t help but write about his man. Kicking my feet, giggling, and blushing.

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He patiently stood on a janky roof with rotting wood. The stench of mold wafting in his nostrils and the pouring rain only amplified the unpleasant aroma. Thick evergreen trees concealed his looming figure, a perfect spot to watch through the eyes of his raven that perched on its own tree a few miles west. Calmly the bird observes a figure that has since piqued his interest in every lifetime. A peculiar soul that has only ever belonged to you. Though a rare and delicate rose like yourself intrigued three others. Tragically, you were not his alone.

Unbeknownst to you, he watched you often through various objects. A curious raven or strange crimson robotic eye in the sky— those times he had gotten careless, you caught him on occasion, not that you knew what the object was. He could not help it, you simply intrigued him. The vain of his existence being in every lifetime you would interest him. Such a pity.

Shamelessly his raven watched as you stood deep in the forest. Your jeans were dirty from mud splattering on the material, your leather boots were caked with a mixture of mud and grass, and your clothes clung to your body— soaked to the bone in pouring rain. But the weather conditions appeared to have little effect on you as you continued to run through the muddy terrain. Your eyes stared intently at your hunters watch, Sylus could only assume you were after a wanderer, “What a persistent little thing.” He chuckled to himself.

You were stubborn and oftentimes a bit too arrogant for your own good, especially when it came to combat. You refused to follow orders, going into the forest alone in search of a wanderer far out of your caliber. But your partner was nowhere to be found— you were never the type to wait around. Even if the task at hand was presented as dangerous, in the name of justice you sought to protect. “Such arrogance.” Sylus hummed, observing as you puffed your chest, and bared your teeth like some sort of wild animal to a wanderer triple your size.

Besides being arrogant, Sylus would also describe you as being reckless. When your adrenaline levels were high you barely thought with a coherent brain. This got you into trouble more than not.

With an overconfident stride you lunged forward with your sword, slicing the wanderer enough to earn a shrill shriek of pain and fury. A cocky smirk appears on your features as your sword is struck in its skin, piercing at its flesh. The wanderer growls in response, clearly growing agitated with the injuries it sustains from the blade of your sword. You were a fierce warrior, Sylus would commend you for that. But he knew the rating class of the wanderer in battle with you currently.

The wounds on the wanderer began to heal, its anger towards you palpable, and yet you refused to surrender as you raised your sword once more. Before you could strike, its massive foot made contact with your body, a yelp escaped your lips as its claws penetrated the flesh of your thigh. Within seconds the wanderer flung you in the air causing you to crash against a tree. You gasped for air as oxygen was deprived from your lungs, eyes wide in fear, and a hand reaching out as if to claw at the tree— practically begging for a savior.

Sylus prepared himself to intervene— this had gone too far. But when his crow squawked, he halted from rushing to the scene. A flash of pure radiant white light caught his attention. The beam was blinding that it almost resembled the welcoming embrace of an angel— utterly captivating.

Flashes of colors from the rainbow soon intertwined with the white beam creating a beautiful show of light. Sylus could hear the wanderer screeching a haunting melody within the wall of colors, meeting its demise, he could only assume.

Seconds passed and the noise dissipated into the unknown, alongside the glittering rays of color. The crow titled its head curiously to a tuft of white fluffy hair kneeled beside your body, concern evident on his face.

He wore a classic hunters uniform. Perhaps he was the missing partner that got you into this predicament. His azure eyes studied his surroundings for a moment to assess any present danger. When he found none, he tended to you. He carefully aided you back on your feet, holding your chin in his gloved hand to examine your face, “Are you okay?” His gentle voice asked.

Still bewildered from the previous battle you blinked a couple of times, slowly nodding your head as if processing his question. There was an aura of familiarity between the both of you. You allowed him to touch your skin to check for further injury. He was tender with you, as if you were a fragile porcelain doll that could break if touched wrong. Sylus could only grimace at the interaction, balling a scornful fist. The man was one of the three, Sylus knew this to be fact, he’d seen an exchange with the two of you before. Though, this one was much different than the last time. He no longer appeared to be a stranger to you.

The milky haired man frowned, placing a wet strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture felt over protective and affectionate, “It’s too dangerous for you to be out here alone.”

Sylus took note of the sparkle in your eye when you looked at him, the demure smile that flashed across your lips at his concern, and slight nuzzle against his palm. He was as important to you, as you were for him. There was a twinge of jealousy that tightened his chest, he should be the one touching your skin. He had to remind himself that the time would soon come. Sylus meticulously crafted a plan to insert himself into your life.

“You never showed, I couldn’t just wait.” You shrugged nonchalantly, it was almost comical to Sylus. You were near death’s doorstep for a moment, and acted as though it was merely another day in the office.

“I was trying to assess the danger myself,” The man sighed, “You could have been killed.”

“I’m okay, Xavier.”

It was evident you were far from okay. Traces of blood scattered your cheek due to small scratches from the tree. There were lacerations on your thigh from the wanderers' sharp claws, deep crimson blood now stained your damp pants. Xavier scowled, “You’re bleeding.”

Before you could retort, Xavier picked you up, “Let’s get you somewhere warm and cleaned up.”

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Sylus sat on a plush leather couch, his fingers tapping impatiently on his lap. The time is finally here, the lamb has entered the lion's den. Naively you drank his offering even if you were warned of possible dangers— your ego was still intact. Your persistence to find answers was admirable to him, but in the end it would come with a price.

A knock rang on the cherry wooden door before opening, “The prey has been caught, sir.” His assistant informed with a bow.

He smirked, finishing off his whiskey, and sauntering toward your location. The black liquid you drank earlier, was spiked with sleeping pills to make it easier for them to capture you. He couldn’t take any risks, you were a fighter afterall.

Sylus reached a large metal door with two of his men guarding the entrance. They gave him a nod as the door opened. He walked inside, noticing your body sat on an uncomfortable metal chair, your hands and legs were bound to it. You appeared to be groggy as your eyes wandered around the room— clearly confused by your new surroundings. “Ah, you’re awake.” Sylus stated.

His baritone voice caught your attention as your body stiffened the closer he got to you. Sylus could sense the immediate tension, your jaw clenching not going unnoticed by him, “Who are you?” You asked, your voice going up an octave as if you were preparing to shout at him.

He walked circles around you, practically sizing you up. In this moment you looked like a helpless little doll, which was different compared to the fierce and reckless warrior he knew you as. “Sylus.” He responded simply.

Sylus kneeled in front of you, his crimson eyes studying your every feature. You were much more beautiful than he anticipated, he was used to seeing you from afar that this level of proximity made his heart hammer in his chest. He understood the decades of intrigue from the three others and his own. A true enchantress that drove him mad with obsession. “Why am I here?” You snarled.

Your tone made him chuckle, “As I asked before, will you become the hunter or the hunted?” He tapped against the chair, “Seems you were hunted.”

“Are you some sort of pervert?” Your voice is full of contempt.

He shook his head, “No, nothing of the sort. You see, when you enter the N109 zone, there are no rules. We made a deal, you should have listened to your friend when he told you to tread carefully.”

Sylus stood on his feet, checking his watch to appear bored of the conversation. But you fascinated him, more than you could possibly understand. Currently as you sat captured there was an aura of defiance. A man as intimidating as himself did not shake you with trepidation; it was almost— thrilling.

For a moment your eyes widened in realization of your earlier conversation with Rafayel and the drink you accepted, “I only care about receiving intel.” You scoffed.

He placed a slender finger under your chin and tilted your head up to meet his scarlet eyes. A shiver ran up your spine, the sound of your breath catching in your throat made him lean in. “You’ll receive your intel in due time.” Sylus whispered, “But you’ll play by my rules, doll.”

Now that Sylus finally obtained you again, he’d make sure it was forever. He was never good with farewell’s, this time it would be different.

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[kykyonthemoon]

Moonlit

You're on the mission to approach a target at a banquet, and that's all it takes to drive him crazy.

🌻 Rafayel/Xavier/Zayne x F!Reader See Caleb and Sylus's parts here: Full Moon Tags: R16+, suggestive theme, MDNI, possessive, marking and biting, no established relationship This is a request by Xuanlinhh. A/N: This is my first time trying out something like this for L&D, as I don't usually write fic with suggestive theme. So I'm curious to know how I've done with this fic. Feedbacks are always appreciated. After so many titles, I decided to choose "Moonlit", since the moon represents illusion, fear, hidden things. These are the scenarios where he shows another color of his to you. Thus, in all three scenes, there are moonlight all over the place.

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𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Your eyes widened when you saw the dress draped over your cotton blanket. It was long past the ankles, the shoulders were slightly bulging and hanging down to reveal the collarbone. The dress consisted of many layers of pastel pink and purple. In the afternoon sunlight, the sequins and pearls attached to it seemed to shine.

“Does he really want me to wear this?” It was a murmur to yourself. The dress was too exquisite, too expensive, too... much at least in comparison to what you would often put in your wardrobe. You did not need to become a princess, just a normal evening dress to blend in and complete the task assigned to you.

Being ignorant about high society or lavish balls, you had asked Rafayel for help. You never expected him to send you such a gorgeous dress.

Indeed, as he predicted, you became the focus of the party as soon as you arrived there.

Each party guest had a mask. Yours arrived in the same color scheme as the dress and was encrusted with opulent pearls and jewels. You wondered why Rafayel was making you look quite distinct. However, you shouldn't have had any reason to doubt him at all when your target moved toward you on his own initiative.

The target of this mission was a high-class profile from another city. Even though you tried your best to focus on the mission, you still wondered if Rafayel came here, or just his work.

The banquet area was adorned with paintings by Rafayel, so it was hard to look at them and not think about him. Had he made it in yet? Would he abandon you here, trapped in a conversation with a stranger?

Using the skill of pretended intimacy in order to obtain information was something you had learned from your training courses. You put a hand on the target's, smiling and talking as if you were fascinated by him. After getting the information you needed, you made an excuse to leave, but it did not appear like things would finish so simply.

He grabbed your wrist and roughly pulled you back to your seat. You shouted, but the music and laughter drowned you out. You aimed at the middle of his face and was about to throw a punch, only to have an arm wrapped over your shoulder and holding your back.

“It seems like this lady doesn't want to be here anymore.”

You knew right away that voice, and that scent were as familiar as a field of wild roses. You turned around and saw Rafayel standing next to you. His hand held your shoulder to help you stand up. Suddenly your heart was filled with joy to see him.

Your target still refused to let go, but when he realized Rafayel's face was not covered by the mask, he knew that was someone he could not meddle with.

He said something to Rafayel in a foreign language and then walked away. You looked at Rafayel, grateful:

“Rafayel…”

Before you finished speaking, you were tugged out of the banquet room by him.

The quiet garden was awakened by the footsteps of two people. From behind, you couldn't see Rafayel's face, only his broad shoulders covered in a dark-colored tuxedo with sequins. You had the strange impression that he was furious. Perhaps it was his pressure that caused your wrist to get crimson. He guided you through a labyrinth of plants and stone sculptures.

“Rafayel.”

He only stopped when you called his name, but still did not turn to look at you. You stepped forward to observe him. You took a step forward to study him. A frown could be seen plainly on his forehead as his face pouted.

“Rafayel? What's the matter?"

His gaze grew gloomy. His hand holding yours tightened even more as he pulled it up to touch his cheek.

“…”

His abrupt movement confused you. He buried his face in your palm, took in a deep breath and gave you a bite.

“Rafayel!”

You let out a cry of surprise instead of agony since the bite was rather faint. He took advantage of your vulnerability to wrap his arms around you, forcing your body to touch his.

His lips placed on your palm a kiss where it had just been bitten, then slid down to your wrist. You made an unsuccessful attempt to flee. He gave you another glance, or rather studied every strand of lace and fabric of the garment that embraced your upper body.

“I made a terrible mistake sending this dress to you. Too graceful. Too desirable…”

The moon, round like a silver disk overhead, provided the sole light in the labyrinth. Rafayel continued to rub his face on your hand, his face appearing and disappearing in an instant.

“He touched you here…” Rafayel whispered. He kissed your wrist and palm again, fiercely like a storm.

“You… What are you doing?…”

Your heart beat was so incessant. It might have been an overdose of alcohol that caused your arms and legs to feel so weak. Rafayel let go of your hand, just to rub his head on your shoulder. His fingers sank into your hair, causing your mask to fall off. You caught his heavy breathing close to your ear, his breath caressing your uncovered neck and collarbone.

“What about here?”

Rafayel asked, then he bit your neck, causing your body to squirm in agony.

“N-No! Rafayel!”

You tried to push him away, but the more you resisted, the more Rafayel tightened his hold on you. His lips sucked into your ear.

"Here?"

“I… I was just talking to him… That's all!”

"Good." He said, leaving your neck covered in crimson kiss marks. Moist. Burning. Exposed under the moonlight. "You won't be touched by that filthy hand ever again. Not in the slightest... I promise it."

A crazy thought suddenly crossed your mind. You had never seen this side of Rafayel. It frightened you, and also invited you to explore further.

“What... are you going to do?…” You asked in a daze. With your head whirling, you sought to Rafayel's powerful arms for support.

“With him? You shouldn't be worried about that guy. What you should be worried about is the things that will happen to you right now.”

“Rafayel, you—!”

He nipped you on the neck, then planted another kiss where he could hear your nearly deranged heartbeat—deeper beneath your collarbone.

You took deep breaths. Rafayel straightened up and gazed down at you, euphoric in his arms. The bite marks and kiss marks were intertwined like a work of art he had left on you. Similar to the garment you were donning, they served as a reminder to others that you belonged to no one, but him.

𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

The melodious music led the couples back and forth according to a set pattern. Every step, every movement was perfectly planned. Only eyes were not so easily controlled.

Yes, you had been looking at that man in the white attire ever since the music started and you were escorted to the center. His hair as bright as starlight at night stood out in the ballroom. And no matter where he was, you would find him in a blink. Even with the silver mask covering half of his face.

And, he also looked at you. There was a hint of sorrow and a tinge of rage in his eyes. Did you delude yourself like that? Or was he really looking at you and wishing that the person each of you were guiding through music was the other?

Carelessly, your heel stepped on your partner's foot. You said in embarrassment:

“My apologies… How clumsy I am.”

The man said there was no problem, and you continued dancing. This was the target you must approach for the day's mission. You turned back to face Xavier. He was also leading another person in the dance. Another target.

Due to the importance of this mission, neither you nor Xavier must show any negligence. But in the midst of this lavish masquerade, what you wanted the most was to leap into Xavier's arms. You could dance until dawn, if it was with him.

You forced the stray ideas out of your mind. You needed to focus. Extremely. You turned back to your dance partner, who did not seem to notice anything unusual. You pulled him closer and your hand on his shoulder slid down slightly.

A grin came across his grim mask to greet you. You caught a glimpse of the other side, Xavier's face tightening. Almost at once, his dance partner intentionally fell into his arms.

Fortunately, you had a mask on as well. Otherwise, your unpleasant glance would be visible to everyone in this room, including him.

You leaned your head slightly on your partner's shoulder. But you still kept an eye on Xavier. He was also observing your every move. Every time the other girl became close to Xavier, you did the same thing to your dance partner. This was supposed to be a mission, but it ended up being such a ridiculous competition.

One more dance and you got what you needed from the target. You made up an excuse and sneaked out onto the balcony alone. The starry sky loomed above you, and the aroma of flowers and grass bathed in night dew calmed you down. You removed your mask and set it on the railing. At that moment, a powerful hand was wrapped around your waist and gently squeezed.

You were startled. But immediately, you realized that the hand belonged to Xavier. He was approaching you from behind. He approached you from behind. His breath, which carried the delicate aroma of wine and cinnamon, breathed into your hair, before gradually sliding down the back of your neck, sending you slight trembles.

“Xavier?…What are you doing?…”

The mask he was still wearing tapped against your bare back exposed to the moonlight, causing you to shiver. Gently, Xavier laid kisses on it.

“Xavier!…” Your body was slightly bent, but his hand on your abdomen held you up. His other hand was around your neck, stabilizing you in that posture. A series of hasty kisses covered your back and shoulders. You bit your lip, waiting for him to speak while silently relishing the heated sensation radiating from the places where his lips met.

A little later, the hand holding you eased somewhat. You took that opportunity to turn around to face Xavier.

You could tell, even through the mask, he was hurt. He did not say a word, just looked at you like a puppy abandoned in the rain. You let out a soft sigh, wrapped your arms over his head to remove the mask. You pressed your palm against his cheek.

“Why did you do what you just did…” Your cheeks flushed, and you were certain that your back was now coated with traces of his. Xavier drew you back into his arms, grasping your hips once more.

“This mission…” He paused for a moment. “It's really too much for me.”

“Don't you like it, dancing intimately with such a beautiful girl?”

The scene of him holding someone else in his arms was enough to upset you. But it went both ways to Xavier, who was not able to hold his feelings any longer. To your surprise, he lifted you up and placed you on the railing. You felt guilty for unintentionally triggering Xavier's fury.

"I don't enjoy it one bit." Xavier replied bluntly. “Because, there is only one girl I have my eyes on in this universe and she is right in front of me.” His chilly fingers moved from your hip to your shoulder, then your neck. “I don't want anyone else to touch her.”

Before you could say anything, Xavier clasped your lips in a passionate kiss, sending your head spinning.

“No one else… but me…” Xavier whispered in very short pauses, then buried himself again in your embrace and scorching kisses.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

The high society banquet in Linkon City was truly a remarkable event. You also prepared meticulously for that day, as your latest mission needed you to meet a target at that party.

You had done quite well during the first two hours of the event. You looked graceful in a luxurious, tight-fitting black velvet dress, with long sleeves and a thigh-high slit. You spoke, laughed, drank, and danced with your target, and everything went perfectly until you noticed a familiar figure standing in the corner of the room, observing.

The guests were all wearing masks, and from such a distance, you wondered whether you were wrong. He would dislike such events. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched, attentively, by someone you knew well.

After completing the mission, you sneaked out through the path least noticed. Your feet hurt from dancing too much in high heels. So you pulled them off and wandered barefoot across the calm garden at night. The dew-soaked grass made your feet chilly, but it also provided a soothing and delightful feeling.

You sat and settled by the fountain. You removed your mask and threw it on the grass next to the shoes. Your feet had begun to swell. You stretched them out, placed your hands on the fountain, and elevated your face, allowing the silver moonlight to beam down on you as you felt relaxed and relieved after finishing your work for the day.

The sound of shoes treading on the grass jolted you awake. When you opened your eyes, you saw a figure standing between you and the moonlight, clothed in a flawlessly fitting black tuxedo. That was who you had suspected all along.

“Zayne?”

You called his name, and he took off his mask.

“It's really you!” You exclaimed, happy and astonished. "I didn't think you would attend events like this."

Zayne's face hardened, indicating seriousness. He examined you thoroughly, from your somewhat unkempt hair to the garment that clung to your body, displaying your curves and the bare thigh beneath it. He gently leaned down, one knee resting on the grass. His chilly palm touched your ankle, startling you.

“Z-Zayne!”

He gave you a glance, implying that you should remain still. His large thumb brushed over the irritated skin on your leg. Cool and comfy, as if being iced. You knew it was Zayne using his Evol.

“Seeing me here, are you surprised?”

You nodded; all words had vanished once Zayne touched you.

“I was invited. If I hadn't come, I probably wouldn't have caught you doing—"

He left the sentence incomplete without glancing at you.

"Caught me doing what?"

"…Nothing."

He tilted down and focused on rubbing your feet with all the gentleness that made you feel both comfortable and tickled.

“I think… my foot is fine now.”

Despite the fact that Zayne's Evol should have kept you cold, your body began to heat up. You were about to alter your posture to sit up straight, but he grabbed your ankle.It appeared so little in his massive, covered in scars hands.

"Be still." He whispered quietly. "Where do you want to go with feet like this?"

"I… have to go back to HQs to report for today's mission…" You made up an excuse. As soon as you left the banquet room, you sent all of the information to the headquarters.

"Mission? Is that the reason why you were intimate with that guy?”

Zayne gazed into your eyes. His face did not exhibit much expression, but his eyes were perplexing. Could it be that he was uncomfortable when he noticed you being close to someone else at the party?

Having hit the nail on the head, you pushed forward. You slipped your bare foot forward until it reached his chest.

"Maybe. But that man was really interesting. He's a doctor, too. Strangely, I was more interested in speaking with him than with some other doctors I knew."

Zayne's expression worsened. His hand shifted from your ankle to your foot, gripping firmly.

"Don't mess with me."

A giggle escaped your so red lips. “Or else? What would Dr. Zayne do to me?”

Zayne frowned. He gazed at your foot, which was still on his body. He softly stroked it and said:

"You're drunk."

"It seems so." You laughed again. Your toes started moving purposely against Zayne's chest. He grabbed them and to your surprise, he placed a kiss on the middle of your feet.

“Zayne!?”

You were so bewildered that you almost fell into the fountain. Zayne grabbed your leg and swiftly positioned his other hand behind you to support your back. Suddenly being so close to each other sent you a panic attack. You sensed a fresh scent like snow and wood emanating from his body. The sound of your heart beating was so loud that he could hear it clearly without a stethoscope.

He glanced at you for a minute before carefully returning to his former posture. His hand left your body, leaving you a little dissatisfied. As if reading you, he leaned forward again. One hand clutched the base of the fountain, exactly near to your hip, and almost immediately, you heard the sound of the water freezing, followed by silence. His other hand kept your leg tight to his torso. Long fingers caressed your calf and thigh. You trembled at the cold he delivered, but it was promptly followed by a tingling sensation throughout your body.

"Do you really like talking to him more than me?"

Zayne asked quietly. The hand that was sliding down your thigh came to a halt at the end of the dress's slit and then tightened, prompting you to cry out unintentionally.

Seeing your helpless reaction and crimson cheeks, a satisfied smile appeared from the corner of Zayne's mouth.

“I guess what you mean to say is, no.”

"You…"

You could feel Zayne's heat wrapping around your legs, in the place where your skin was exposed to the moonlight, then running all over your body. You sat still so he could continue to draw close, his lips gently brushing the corner of your lips provocatively.

“Now you will have to bear the consequences for teasing me.”

[awkward-walking-potato]

hello! i have a request for logan :)

logan has always loved (y/n). she has the same powers as wanda maximoff and left the school because she had a hard time controlling them and didn’t want to put anyone in danger. months later, when the school is under attack, charles asks for her help telepathically and she comes. logan is impressed by the way she now has full control over her mutation and he finally confesses when they’re not in danger anymore.

please & thank you!

Controlled Chaos

The Xavier Institute stood quiet under the moonlight, but the peace didn’t last long. The alarms blared through the mansion, signaling an attack. Logan’s claws unsheathed with a familiar snikt as he prepared for the inevitable battle. It had been months since you left, and every time there was a fight, his thoughts drifted to you.

You had powers like Wanda Maximoff—an ability to warp reality, move objects with a flick of your wrist, and manipulate chaos energy. But your powers were wild, uncontrollable. The fear of hurting others had driven you away, leaving Logan with an empty space in his chest that only you had filled.

Charles had tried everything to keep you there, offering help and support, but you needed time—time to find yourself, to gain control. Logan had wanted to go after you, but he respected your decision, as painful as it had been for him.

Tonight, however, something felt different. He could sense it in the way Charles’ eyes narrowed, his usual calm demeanor rattled as the enemy breached their defenses.

“Logan,” Charles said suddenly, his voice projecting into Logan’s mind. “I’ve called for help.”

Logan grunted, slicing through an attacking Sentinel with ease. “Help? From who?”

Charles didn’t answer immediately, his attention focused elsewhere. But then Logan heard it—the soft, familiar hum of energy crackling in the distance. His heart skipped a beat, an overwhelming sense of hope and dread settling in his chest.

It couldn’t be.

And then you appeared, stepping through the mansion doors with confidence radiating from you. Your presence commanded attention, the air around you humming with power. You wore a determined expression, eyes glowing faintly with the energy you now controlled with ease. Every movement was purposeful, fluid, as if you had mastered the chaos within yourself.

Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he watched you dismantle the Sentinels with a flick of your wrist, their parts crumbling like dust before they could even touch the ground. It was mesmerizing, seeing you so in control, so strong. You were everything he always knew you could be.

He barely noticed the fight around him as you worked alongside the team, your powers weaving through the battlefield with deadly precision. He had missed you, more than he’d ever let on, and now that you were here, Logan felt a surge of emotions he couldn’t push down anymore.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the battle was over. The mansion was quiet once again, the debris settling as the last of the attackers were dealt with. Logan sheathed his claws, turning to find you standing at the edge of the courtyard, catching your breath.

Without thinking, he approached you, his heart pounding in his chest. The moonlight cast a soft glow over you, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed between you two. Like you hadn’t left.

“You’ve… gotten stronger,” Logan muttered, his voice gruff as he stepped closer to you.

You smiled softly, wiping a bit of dirt from your face. “I’ve had a lot of time to practice.”

He nodded, his gaze lingering on you. You were still the same person he had fallen for—kind, powerful, a force of nature. But now, there was a sense of peace about you, a control that made you even more breathtaking.

“I didn’t think you’d come back,” Logan admitted, his voice quieter now. “After you left, I figured…”

You shook your head, stepping toward him. “I never wanted to leave. I just… I had to learn to control it. I didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

“You wouldn’t have,” Logan said, his voice firmer now. “You wouldn’t have hurt anyone, (Y/N).”

You looked at him, your eyes softening. “I wasn’t sure. But now… now I am.”

The silence between you stretched for a moment, the tension thick in the air. Logan wanted to say something, wanted to tell you how much he had missed you, how much it hurt when you left, how he had spent every night thinking about what could have been.

Instead, he just stood there, his jaw clenched as he struggled with the weight of his feelings. But you could sense it, could feel the emotions swirling in him just as clearly as you could see the sparks of chaos energy that still lingered around you.

“Logan…” you started softly, stepping even closer. “Why did you never tell me?”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, confusion crossing his features. “Tell you what?”

“That you care about me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “That you—”

“I thought it was obvious,” Logan cut in, his voice low and gravelly. He ran a hand through his hair, the frustration clear in his tone. “I thought I showed it, every damn day. But you left before I could—” He stopped, shaking his head. “Hell, I didn’t want to push you away.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and suddenly, everything clicked. The looks, the way he always stood just a little closer than anyone else, the way his protectiveness went beyond the usual team dynamic. He had always cared. You had just been too caught up in your own struggles to see it.

“I didn’t leave because of you, Logan,” you said gently. “I left because of me.”

“I know,” he replied quietly. “But it didn’t make it any easier.”

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as the chaos energy buzzed under your skin. “I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Logan’s eyes softened, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself believe it. Slowly, he reached out, taking your hand in his. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to hold onto you.

But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you squeezed his hand, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

“You’ve always had control,” Logan said quietly. “Over your powers, over everything. You just needed to see it.”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “I think I needed someone to remind me.”

Logan’s thumb brushed over your knuckles, his gaze locked on yours. “I’m not good with words, (Y/N). But I care about you. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his confession hitting you like a tidal wave. “Logan…”

“I should’ve said it sooner,” he muttered, looking down at your joined hands. “Should’ve told you how much you mean to me.”

You stepped closer, your free hand reaching up to gently cup his cheek. “I think I already knew.”

Logan’s eyes met yours again, and for the first time in months, the tension between you dissolved. Slowly, carefully, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was both soft and full of unspoken promises.

When you finally pulled away, Logan rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“I love you,” he murmured, the words falling from his lips like a secret he had been holding onto for far too long.

Your heart swelled, and with a soft smile, you whispered back, “I love you too, Logan.”

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

[exactlycleverpirate]

Timeline from Xavier's Perspective Part 1

EDIT: This has been updated to include the endings of all myths as well as some other information.

(Includes spoilers for basically everything, including all myths.)

This is an update of my earlier post. Part 2 here.

If you are interested in more speculation than facts, check out my Half-baked Theories and Wild Theories About Rafayel. For an in-depth exploration of Rafayel’s story, see What Happened to Lemuria and Rafayel and Rafayel's Timeline Redux Part 1. For current game story see Love and Deepspace: the Story So Far Part 1.

Timeline from Xavier's perspective (Part 1/Philos):

Xavier is born on Philos. He is the Crown Prince of the royal family. Life is connected to the core of Philos, making him and most people on Philos immortal while the planet remains. Philos has a fake core that is holding together the separate tectonic plates of former Earth. Travel between these plates is difficult (no oceans?).

214 PT (Philos Time) Xavier went to school with MC in year 214, which is 214 years after the destruction of earth. MC has a fatal heart condition. Some of the professors lived on Earth before its destruction. Xavier is under constant guard and has little freedom. (Anecdote 3)

217 PT MC and Xavier become friends and fall in love. She gives him the star charm tassel that she made.

Xavier finds out MC is dying. They go on a date to see a meteor shower by a salt flat. After this, Xavier disappears for a month.

MC escapes the hospital to go to the salt flat. Xavier finds her there and has the protocore that is supposed to be able to save her, but it is too late. She dies in his arms. Xavier promises to seek her out in her future lives.

Zayne's Myth. Zayne guards the Creatio protocore in a frozen tower as a Foreseer of Astra. The royal family sends him emissaries seeking a prophecy every 100 years, but they never return. MC is a gardener with a fatal heart condition and is seeking the Creatio protocore to save her life. (Is this the same protocore that Xavier found in her first life on Philos?) Zaybe says if she can make the jasmine on the balcony of the Tower bloom, she can go free.

MC and Zayne have been stuck in a loop, where MC seeks out the Creatio to heal her dying heart, Zayne falls in love with her, she dies, his memories are erased (but preserved as fragments in an illusory jasmine garden), and she is reincarnated to do it all again. This is happening because of some sort of resonance link between MC and the Creatio, which makes it so the Creatio can power itself by draining her life.

After the jasmine on the tower blooms, Zaybe remembers what has happened to them in the past. Zayne breaks the cycle by fusing the Creatio to MC's heart, healing her. He is then locked in an eternal slumber in the Tower of Thorns behind an eternal blizzard as punishment by Astra. MC is free, and her heart appears to be healed, but she can no longer get to Zayne.

30,000 PT Assuming the seas dried up when Earth was destroyed and became Philos, Rafayel's Myth takes place around this time. MC was born from the depths of the earth. She has a special heart that makes the people of Philos immortal and is guarded in a palace, treated as a princess, and not allowed to leave.

Child MC is gifted a young Rafayel as a Lemurian slave. She sets him free. (Rafayel later tells her he allowed himself to be caught on purpose.)

MC meets Rafayel as adults while she is attempting to escape the palace. He helps her. They continually meet up and she learns he was the boy she released as a child. Rafayel, Amund, and other Lemurians are killing human nobles. Rafayel tells MC this is not out of revenge, but rather somehow part of an effort to restore Lemuria/the oceans. MC asks how she and Rafayel can be bound as he never gave her one of his scales. He says their bond was formed when the oceans still existed. MC has vague memories of living in a hut on the Island of Songs surrounded by ocean. 

Rafayel and Amund are plotting to recover “the God of the Sea’s (Rafayel’s) heart from MC by cutting it out with a dagger on the Island of Songs. However, the heart must be given willingly. Rafayel is uncertain whether the legends are true about killing MC to restore the oceans and Lemuria. Per the legend, the goal seems to be attaining Absolute Power. According to the legend, “Lemurians who seeketh Absolute Power: Combat the treacherous tides. Dive into The Deep for pearls. Find a true love. When blessed with a true love’s kiss, claim her heart by your own hand. A heart, pure, flawless-and filled with love. It is the best offering humans can give to Lemurians. -Lemurian Ruins, Slate No. 0065, Lemuria: Tome of the Sea God”. (Amund has served multiple Gods of the Sea over the centuries. Are these all reincarnations of Rafayel or are there multiple Gods of the Sea?)

6 months after Rafayel and MC celebrate her birthday, he and Amund take her to the Island of Songs, which she recognizes. She remembers her past life with Rafayel and realizes that Rafayel will fall into eternal slumber and the seas will never be restored if she does not return his heart. She offers to cut it out, but Rafayel refuses, saying he and the Lemurians will have to find their own way to change to story. He attempts to erase her memories and sever their bond to save her. Rafayel calls her his beloved bride.

MC is returned to the palace with no memories of Rafayel, but she watches the blue fish he gave her when they were young and slowly begins to remember. Hearing that the Lemurians are on the verge of being captured, and remembering that Rafayel intends to leave, she runs out of the city to find him, her memories and their bond once more intact.

Unsure how to resolve things, they set out on a camel across the desert to find Whalefall City. Amund is with them. Rafayel suggests that somehow by going to Whalefall City, he’ll be able to show her the sea. (Based on the Tender Moment, Whalefall Lament, it seems likely that Whalefall City is the name of the Lemurian city under the sea that Rafayel grew up in as a child on Earth.) The blue fish in the palace turns into a scale, presumably the one he gifted her to form their bond.

Xavier meets MC again at a Philos Academy as knights in training, sometime near the end of Philos’ life as a planet. Jeremiah goes to the Academy too. Xavier is the Crown Prince, but avoids returning to the royal family, remaining at the Academy instead.

During his Gladius Ceremony in the Starfall Forest, Xavier discovers that the forest contains the hollow heart of Philos and consumes people to power the long-dead core. This creates Wanderers. Xavier realizes protocores used to contain hearts. MC notices his attitude/demeanor changes noticeably after this trial. He rejects his role of Crown Prince after this.

The king dies, and Xavier disappears for about 200 years. 

MC and Xavier meet up again while investigating Starfall Forest. Jeremiah is part of MC’s squad. Xavier reveals what he learned about the forest to MC. He tells her that the royal family used to send human sacrifices into the forest. Then they discovered a truly immortal person who could die and come to life over and over, continually powering the planet. MC does not realize he is talking about her. She realizes the woman who gave him the star tassel is the same woman who reincarnates.

Xavier begins planning a backtracking expedition through spacetime in order to find a way to save MC and Philos. Jeremiah decides to join the team. MC decides to stay and become Queen to protect the people of Philos until Xavier can return. Xavier says that when he returns, he will be her knight. She gives him her little star badge, saying she knows that it can't replace the star tassel. He tells her only one person has ever given him a little star, but she doesn't understand what he means.

Xavier leaves MC’s service, and she fakes his death, claiming he died with honors. He is viewed as a traitor by the people of Philos. MC does not believe he will ever return.

Timejump.

See Part 2 here for Earth Timeline

A thought: Is the reason that MC is considered the only true immortal because she has or is connected to Rafayel/The God of the Sea’s heart? Lemurians appear to be naturally immortal, though not undying.

[rei-ismyname]

Magneto being the most dramatic person alive example #25648

Everyone always points out the little flourish signature and I get it, they're absolutely valid.. But the fact that Magneto is doing this at all - skywriting above a military base he intends to seize and nuke shit from - is just wild. It's pure drama and I promise you he's loving every moment.

Stylish AF

Sadly, we NEVER see him use this ability again. What the hell? I know if I could do this I'd be running it out constantly. Imagine, if you will, the X-Men have just finished a training session and have a baseball game planned for the afternoon. Everyone is gathering and setting up whatever a game of baseball needs (I have no idea and don't want to learn.) It's a delightful spring afternoon in Westchester, Wolverine has just cracked his 400th beer of the day, and Chuck is sitting around ransacking everyone's private thoughts and planning to fake his death again. All seems normal. Then, Logan sniffs the air, Jubilee looks up and points at writing appearing in the sky. Warren giggles and Ororo struggles to hold it in. 'Oh my Stars and Garters,' says Hank. Everyone looks up.

CHARLES XAVIER IS A BITCH!

Magneto

[honey-minded-hivemind]

⚔Wouldn't You Like🏛 AU, The Gods of Genosha, Krakoa, and the Human Kingdoms:

Charles Xavier/Cerebro: one of the kings of the gods, is the god of the mind and learning, can control minds, influence thoughts, heal inner pain, cause hallucinations, and puppeteer others; has a moving throne of metal and stardust; sometimes wears a helmet with an X on it; is married to Erik/Magneto, the other king of the gods; his symbols include: twined branches, mourning doves, ravens, and peridots, jades, and emeralds...

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto: the other king of the gods, is the god of metals and justice, can control any metal, make anything from metal, is immune to certain powers, can manipulate iron in the blood, and uses metal to summon or throw lightning; has a helm of metal, a cape of silver, and usually his face is unseen; is married to Charles/Cerebro, one of the kings of the gods; his symbols include: shields, helmets, crossed spears, eagles, and titanium, iron, and silver...

Ororo Munroe/Storm: is the goddess of all weather as well as motherhood, can summon any kind of storm (snow, sand, thunder, etc.), can control lightning and the winds, can make the sun shine or make it rain; has a cape/cloak of clouds, hair of mists, and fastenings of gold; her symbols include: clouds, raindrops, lightning bolts, cranes, and blue/yellow topaz, aquamarine, and diamond

Raven Darkholme/Mystique: goddess of trickery, deceit, and secrets, can turn into any person or animal, is able to spy in any form, and is the wife of the minor goddess Destiny, who sees the future; appears naked, but is always blue, wears a belt and loincloth of white or black silk, sometimes a top of white or black; her symbols include: blue snakes, blue moons and stars, tragedy/comedy masks, and sapphires and garnets...

Logan Howlett/Wolverine: god of the wilderness and protection, as well as small woodland predators (ex. wolverines, badgers, foxes, wolves, coyotes, etc.), can go into a berserker mode, has six sharp, gleaming claws of poisonous metal, can take on an army of hundreds of soldiers, can bring out the protective side of others, can make a person become like an animal; wears a jacket or coat of brown leather, and pants or a loincloth of faded blue or black; is the brother of the older (and dual) god of nature and the wild, Victor/Sabretooth; his symbols include crossed claws or swords, badgers and wolverines, and howlite, hawk's eye, and jasper

Victor Creed/Sabretooth: dual god of nature and the hunt, as well as large predators (ex. smilodons, tigers, lions, bears, etc.), can fall into berserker mode, lives by his instincts, can drive men into insane rage/bloodlust, can destroy an entire kingdom barehanded, is also a god of protection; is the older brother of Logan/Wolverine, the autumn side of nature to his winter; wears large furred coats and jackets, or loincloth of golden or brown; his symbols include: tigers, lions, fanged skulls, curved, clawed footprints, and tiger's eye, amber, and gold + pyrite...

Hank McCoy/Beast: god of science, teaching, medicine, and literature, possess great strength of body and mind, knows the secrets of medicine, has scrolls and stone tablets of ancient texts, has taught medicine and shared written language with kingdoms past, and is both a lover and a fighter; is fluffy and dark blue/indigo, has little need for cloths, but will wear dark blue/black pants or cloths; his symbols include: gorillas, lions, scrolls, quills, medicinal herbs, and labradorite, obsidian, and turquoise...

Kevin Sydney/Morph: deity of cunning, mirth and merriment, comedy and tragedy, and change, can take any form and any power, can cause madness, is a master trickster, tends to help down-on-their-luck mortals; is a good friend of Logan/Wolverine; wears a cloth/toga, can be naked or covered in a jacket or clothes, usually in shades of brown, yellow, or blue; their symbols include: chameleons, vipers, butterflies/moths, caterpillars, masks, and opals, color-changing sapphires/garnets, and pearls

(They all had once trained and given a gift/blessing (a mutation) to Reader, but after The Fight, they rarely speak of them... no one can ever speak ill of Reader in their presence or where they can hear, lest they earn the wrath of any of them... they try to be better mentors (read: parents) to the new demigods...)

[paragonrobits]

thinking about how Magneto's iconic helmet in X-Men 97 is mostly not used at all in the entire series, and as he only wears it when he has a temporary backslide to his villain ideology (framed both as a desperate hopelessness that they can live in peace with humanity, and a fundamentally supremacist/isolationist ideology regarding mutants as superior to humans), the framing kind of suggests that his helmet is a sign of him being a supervillain.

When Magneto wears the anti-psionic helmet, he's way more guarded looking. It casts most of his face into shadow. It obscures him, leaving him ambigious looking, just as much as a viewer might be unsure of how much of Magneto's change of motives is entirely genuine or if he's playing a long-term scheme of some kind.

But he looks radically different without the helmet. He's... exposed, open and revealed. We see his whole face, and his hair; it cuts a dramatic air, almost a romantic novel's protagonist.

Magneto's helmet cuts him off from others. He wears it and hides himself, his intentions and his genuine feelings behind a persona.

He puts on the helmet, most notably, when in the wake of despair and hitting his point of no return, his horror at his inability to save so many of his people and obsessively fixating on the image of a young boy (who was so openly mutated that he couldn't live among humans) whom Magneto told that he would finally be safe, he becomes a living embodiment of vengeance and retribution against all humankind for the crimes that Bastion committed.

And when Xavier speaks directly to him, in the wake of the literal oceans of pain he suffers under, that's what makes him break out of it.

The helmet conceals, but it guards him against the suffering and horror he endures. He wears the helmet not least because he is not nearly as dedicated to his crusade as he appears. He doesn't want to do this things; deep down, he doesn't want to be a supervillain. He genuinely does believe that his world is a shared world, and that in his most wild of dreams, his people and the rest of humanity live in peace together. But after all the things he's seen, all the horrors he has personally suffered through or failed to stop, he can't believe its really possible. Magneto kills without hesitation or pity, but he doesn't want to.

He just can't really bring himself to believe that a future together is possible. Every single fiber of his being screams 'this will happen again, and it will keep happening, until no one is left who can do it to your people'.

And Xavier can talk Magneto into hoping otherwise.

The helmet serves many purposes. But one of them is that without it, Magneto would be unable to carry out his actions, because Xavier can connect to him.

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Through the Shadows of Danger

The mission is risky and everything could go wrong. Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, and their gifriend Y/N are in an abandoned building occupied by enemy forces. Their goal is to secure crucial information that could affect the course of the war. But the enemies are numerous and well-prepared.

“We need to act quickly,” says Charles, his voice tense. “The information must not fall into the wrong hands,” he adds.

“Understood,” Erik replies, closing his eyes to focus his magnetic powers. “I’ll clear the way,” he says.

Y/N nods and prepares to fend off the enemies. “I’ll secure the door while you find the data,” she says.

The plan seems straightforward enough, but as they approach the central room, the situation becomes critical. A sudden noise makes all three of them alert. Enemy soldiers flood into the hallway, and it becomes clear that they have been discovered.

“Charles, Erik, we’ve got company,” warns Y/N as the first bullets fly through the air.

Charles concentrates and tries to telepathically influence the enemy soldiers to slow them down. Erik raises his arm, and a stream of metal parts flies through the air to block the enemies. But the situation quickly escalates. An enemy soldier shoots Y/N in the leg, and she collapses to the ground in pain.

“Y/N!” Charles exclaims in shock, and his control over his telepathic abilities falters. The pain and fear drive him to his limits.

Erik sees Y/N injured and loses control over his powers. His strength becomes wild and uncontrollable, metal parts flying through the air and striking the enemies with tremendous force. The room fills with chaos as Erik and Charles combine their powers to overwhelm the foes. The enemies stagger and fall as Erik and Charles push their abilities to the maximum.

“Erik, Charles!” Y/N cries out, her voice weak. “I can’t take it anymore, it hurts,” she says weakly.

Charles struggles to focus as the telepathic connection with Y/N becomes fragile. “Stay with us!” Charles shouts.

Erik turns to Y/N, who is still on the ground. “You can’t give up! We’re getting you out of here!” Erik yells.

The enemies are now subdued, and the room is a wreckage of metal and chaos. Charles and Erik are exhausted, but they have won the fight. They rush to Y/N, whose face is contorted in pain.

“Let me see,” says Charles, kneeling beside Y/N and gently placing his hands on her leg. He begins using his telepathic abilities to ease her pain. “Erik, we need to get her out of this building as quickly as possible. Can you clear a path for us?” Charles asks.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Erik replies determinedly. “Give me a moment,” he says.

With one final effort, Erik moves aside metal debris and creates a clear exit. Charles carefully lifts Y/N, and together they make their way out.

“We’ll make it. We’ll get you to safety,” Charles whispers reassuringly as they navigate through the rubble.

Y/N looks around weakly, but a faint smile appears on her lips. “Thank you… both of you,” she whispers.

The three continue until they reach the exterior. Exhausted and injured, but safe. Charles and Erik support Y/N while they wait for the rescue team.

The mission was a success, but the price was high. At this moment, only one thing matters: that they are together and Y/N is safe.

[baziutawrites]

Reminder

Jealous!Xavier Thorpe x Fem OC smut

WARNING! If you are under 18 yrs old, do not read this piece. I do not take responsibility for anything if you proceed.

Masterlist

Val didn't think she could get that angry over something that stupid and yet, there she was, screaming in the middle of the packed courtyard during the lunch break. She felt the boiling rush of fury shooting through her veins, burning her eyes and mouth as if she got a face full of fire and when she realized what it meant, it was too late to even try to control it. She had enough of this thick-headed werewolf pestering her since the Rave'N. 

"Enough of this bullshit, Adam!"

She saw Xavier in her field of vision, stopping near some other group of guys, watching her as her face contorted into her true form, features elongating, sharpening, hollowing her cheeks as she shouted. 

The anger overtook her. 

Her pupils momentarily dissolved, covering her eyeballs in absolute blackness, dark and bottomless with rage. She felt her other set of teeth force their way out of her gums painfully because of their sharpness, protruding for a second before snapping back in, leaving a coppery taste of blood on her tongue.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

She panted, trying to regain composure and desperately not to let panic overcome her. This was the very first time she let her true form show publicly. Since no-one - except her group of friends from the Nightshades - knew about her being a nixie, a rusalka, a water demonic entity, they most definitely knew now. But even her friends never saw her in this form.

She closed her eyes, praying they would come back to normal when she opened them back again. She heard the footsteps of the Adam guy fade away and a small hand appeared on her shoulder.

Enid.

"Wow. Just, wow." She squealed into her ear. "That was bad-ass, girl. Totes bad bitch energy!"

She heard the rest of the group agree, Kent even whistled in approval.

Val's body twitched slightly as she slowly felt the tension subsiding, only now realizing how stiff she was, how hard she gritted her teeth, afraid the other set might snap back out again. She didn't expect their reaction to be positive at all and she felt warmth form in her chest. She couldn't believe she had such wonderful people around her. It made her feel accepted.

Xavier stood there, the image of his girlfriend in the form he only saw in an old musty book he found in the Nightshades' Library still fresh before his eyes. He watched the dude Val was just screeching at stop at the group of werewolves from his wing. He knew they were a bunch of knuckleheads, not very bright, always talking about how many girls they pulled every night, when the truth was they were just getting high and drunk every weekend with no single girl in sight. And then he heard the Adam guy saying the words he least expected in his situation.

"...I would definitely tame that little demon bitch, dude. Like, did you see her sharp dirty little mouth? How sick she looked?" 

They all laughed and howled, making Xavier's face heat up with anger. 

"Ow man, her kind fucks dudes to death!" More laughter ensued.

"Wild."

"Yea, but she's deffo all bite and scratch until you, y'kno, stuff your cock in her little cun–"

He couldn't stand this anymore. Anxiety and anger stabbed through his chest, constricting his lungs. His expression turned sour and he started towards Val, fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. He wouldn't have that.

His sudden movement startled the group and he was glad he got their attention, hoping they were shocked to see him appearing in such close proximity to them. Everyone knew he was dating her but some apparently needed a reminder.

He would show them who she really belonged to.

He stomped through the yard, closing the distance in a few, long strides and slung his lanky arms around Val's waist, pressing his body flush against her back, making her jump.

"Hey baby," he murmured into her ear, his voice audibly grumpy, his hot breath on her skin making her shiver slightly. He tugged at her collar, loosening her tie and pulling the material open just enough for the hickeys he left yesterday on her neck and collarbones to be visible, while hugging her close and gliding his lips over the other side of her neck. His eyes bore into the faces of the group of werewolves the entire time, relishing in the way they shifted uncomfortably. They realized he heard them.

Val melted into his touch, resting the back of her head on his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips, the tension subsiding at the warmth of his body.

"Hey," she breathed, focusing on the feeling of his hair pressed against her cheek, trying not to moan at the wonderful sensation his mouth left with those sloppy kisses he was an expert at. Her back arched involuntarily and she pressed her butt against his thighs, earning a small grunt from him.

"Yea, hey to you too, Xavier," Divina piped up, a playful exasperation in her voice. "It's so nice to see you."

"Oh, we are good, thank you so much for asking." Yoko continued with an eye roll clear in her voice and the group snickered. 

There was a snap of a picture being taken and a loud squeal, followed by rapid tapping on the phone screen. Enid would definitely update her blog tonight and Xavier knew he and his girlfriend would be the main topic for the next week, considering everything that happened. He grinned viciously against Val's skin, still not letting go of the material of her shirt. He hoped the purple marks were very clear in the photo.

The sound of Enid's excitement brought Val back to full alert.

"Xav, what are you doing?" She laughed at him, slapping his hand away from her neckline. 

He only grumbled in response and angrily kissed her neck again. His eyes shifted towards that group once more, training on Adam, who gave him a middle finger before rushing out of the courtyard, whispering animatedly with his friends and shooting Xavier nasty looks over their shoulders. 

Bianca threw her hands up in the air this time.

"Are we see-through?" She joked. "Gosh, at least get a room, you two."

Val pushed his arms off of her, giggling and turning around to quickly peck him on the lips, and before he could pull her in for another one, she sat down between Ajax and Enid. They immediately swept her into a conversation about the werewolf guy, asking what was that all about, since she didn't say that much about his borderline stalkerish behaviour before. 

"What's the deal with that guy?" Ajax asked, frowning at the disappearing backs of the werewolves.

Before Val could respond however, Enid couldn't hold down her excitement anymore.

"You said he tried to ask you out at last year's Rave'N but you've turned him down, no?" She blurted out the question so fast it was almost unintelligible. "And he kept coming back. Like, several times. Every month. For a year!"

Everyone stared at her, including Val. She did not share that much info with anyone.

"How do you…?"

"I have my sources." She blinked at them innocently. "So, tell us more! We want to know everything!"

"Yea, for example, why didn't you tell me about it when it started?" Xavier grumbled, toying with a button of his uniform. His shoulders were stiff, he was obviously uncomfortable.

"Maybe because we weren't together at the Rave'N? Why would I tell you details about my love life back then?" 

He winced, his lips forming a thin line as he hung his head low, nodding slightly. Memories of the dance came back to him - how he felt when he saw her with Cameron, her vampire guy friend, dancing to a slow tune, heads together, laughing at each others jokes. How he longed to be the one holding her in his arms but instead, his stupid ass convinced himself it was impossible and forced himself to pin over Wednesday, telling himself he liked her more than a friend, unknowingly pushing Val further away. And then, this fucking Adam dude came around.

"Touché." Bianca clicked her tongue.

"Wait, Enid said he kept pestering you after you rejected him at the dance, right?" Divina shifted her body to look Val in the eyes while Enid nodded frantically.

"Why didn't you tell us at all, tell Xavier when you actually started dating? Girl, it has been almost a fucking year, don't you think he went a little overboard?"

"Because it was stupid. Is stupid."

"I didn't find the way he kept trying to touch you stupid." Wednesday's deadpan voice startled them, as she popped up next to Enid. Her unblinking stare bore into Valerye's head. "I think he deserves to have his limbs cut off. To set an example."

"He touched you?" Yoko froze, just as Xavier's head snapped back up.

"I mean, he tried." Valet out a dark chuckle. "But after I broke his fingers during swimming practice, he turned to spamming my Insta, and trying to pick me up by telling some gross shit sometimes. And those god awful gifts, like those fucking sex dice." She shuddered.

"How about ripping out his tongue now?"

"Wednesday!" Enid shushed her girlfriend, frantically trying to diffuse the tension forming in their circle.

"Or we could sew his mouth shut," Bianca mused and smiled at Wednesday when she gave her an approving look.

"Guys, I appreciate it, really, but it's nothing. Seriously!" Val insisted when Kent and Divina both shook their heads, Ajax leaning back on the bench with his eyebrows raised so high they almost disappeared underneath his beanie. "He probably will lose interest soon."

The entire group didn't look convinced, however. Xavier included.

He felt twinges of anxiety in his chest again, which didn't leave him for the rest of the day. He followed closely behind Val for the entire time he physically could - and thankfully for him, their timetables didn't differ from one another much - a scowl was twisting his features every time they passed Adam or one of his stupid werewolf friends in the halls.

He made sure his hands or lips were present on his girlfriend's body when the werewolves were around, getting bolder and bolder with each hour as they shot daggers at one another. Val sensed a change in his behaviour and slowly started to get miffed at this increasingly obvious cockfight. This was getting ridiculous.

It got to a breaking point when he forced her deskmate out of their chair for the sixth time today, only to sit there with a grumpy expression thinning his lips and his hands traveling up her thighs so far up it almost brushed against her panties.

"Are you mad?" She hissed at him, swatting his hand away and ironing out her skirt, trying not to bring the teacher's attention onto them.

Usually, his antics would make her eager to get some action but combined with his unfocused, anxiety ridden stare and his pissy, twisted features it only made her want to shake him out of this weird state he was in.

"Come." She dragged him out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. He followed obediently, his mind trained at the feeling of her hand inside his and her skirt swishing around her swaying hips as she walked in front, leading the way. 

They stopped at the quiet corner, near the rarely used bathrooms at the very end of the hall. She pushed him against the wall and jabbed a finger into his chest, looking up at him. 

"What in the fucking hell is up with you?"

He wasted no time, snatching her and pulling her body into his, his large hands sliding underneath her shirt. He kissed her, hungrily and possessively, almost as if he was about to lose her, forcing his tongue into her mouth with a whimper.

"Those fucking werewolf guys… They were talking shit… about you."

She pushed him off, rolling her eyes at his explanation.

"Xavi, do you realize people do talk about other people all the time, right? It's called gossip–"

"They say they would fuck you," he gritted his teeth, his jaw muscles clenching, accentuating his sharp features. "They said they would 'tame that little demon bitch', Val. I heard that alright."

"You think they can?" She chuckled and shook her head.

He avoided her eyes but his face showed everything, how pissed he was at a mere thought of her being in bed with some other dude. At the very idea of another man daring to want her in his bed. It dawned on her. 

He was jealous. And for some fucking reason, insecure. 

She sighed with exasperation.

"Xavier. Look at me."

His eyes darted down towards hers, a sort of worry deeply etched in the way he looked at her. 

"Do I really need to remind you, who fucks me almost every night?"

A smile twitched his now flushed cheeks, a warm sensation in his chest, trickling down to his crotch.

"You seriously want me to say it?" She laughed. He looked at her, sheepish.

"Yea", he murmured quietly, smiling stupidly down at her. His breath quickened at the anticipation he was flooded with and licked his lips, shivers traveling down his body.

"Do you remember, who eats me out until I squirt all over their face? Who fingers me so good I lose my fucking mind after minutes of it? Whose entire fucking fist was stuffed inside me not that long ago, baby?"

He groaned quietly, pressing himself into her, grinding his erection against her abdomen and burying his face into her neck. He was hot to the touch, veins on his neck protruding.

"Any ideas, who stuffs his fat cock inside my dripping cunt and fucks me senseless and makes me cum all around it, hm? Because I think I know who that is, Xavier."

He moaned into her mouth as he lunged for a kiss, pushing his thigh in between her knees and she immediately pressed her wet cunt against his lanky leg, rocking her hips on top of him. Pride swell in his chest, making him feel lightheaded. Her hands went straight towards his bulge, palming him through the material, she was relishing in the little sounds he made thanks to her.

"Enlighten me." He pleaded, wide green eyes filled with need. He gripped her hips, helping her move against him, feeling the material of his pants getting moist where she rubbed herself onto it. 

"So, in case you didn't notice who rails me raw almost every day, Thorpe, it is you. It's your dick that I love to ride, it is your face that I love to grind my wet pussy on. It is you, and only you, you absolute idiot."

He inhaled sharply when she squeezed his erect cock through his pants with a groan on her end as she felt how incredibly hard he was. Praise always got him all hot and bothered.

"Please, baby." His voice now low and raspy, his fingers dancing at the hem of her skirt. He wanted to see her underneath him, to hear her moan his name while she writhed with his cock plunged deep inside her. She was his and only his. Not some Adam guy's, not any other guy's. His. 

And yet, he still felt as if this was just a dream, an incredibly lewd and unreal dream. He needed to feel her, to prove he wasn't imagining things.

"Please what?" She teased, his lower lip now between her teeth as she pulled it and swiftly followed with a messy kiss. Soft moans mixed together while their tongues intertwined once again, caressing each other, saliva dripping at the corners of their mouths. Her hands found their way into his hair, messing up his bun completely while scratching his scalp. 

Xavier groaned and dug his fingers into her hips, growing desperate with each passing second. His pant leg was drenched by now, her wetness seeping through the material and onto his skin. 

"Let me fuck you." He looked at her with his pleading puppy dog eyes, leading her backwards towards the men's bathroom. "I want you. I need you. I have to feel you. Please."

"You are unbelievable." She breathed as she felt her back pushing the door open, her mouth busy on Xavier's neck. 

It wasn't long before she was sat at the countertop where the sinks were, her back against the cool glass of the mirror behind her. Her tie discarded, her uniform a mess, with her skirt pushed up, material pooling around her waist, exposing her thighs which were immediately pushed open by Xavier. His big palms glided over her sensitive skin, making her shiver when his long fingers got close to her covered pussy. 

A loud, long moan escaped her when he slid his fingertips across the soaked material of her panties, gasping at the sensation. He then slowly peeled the material off of her.

"God, Val," his voice cracking at the sight of the inside of the material completely covered in translucent, thick liquid, strands of it stretching towards her swollen pussy lips. They too were covered in her juices entirely, her perky clit peeking from underneath it's hood, glistening in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. "You're so fucking wet."

"It's all your fault, Xavier." She groaned, moving her hips expectantly. A few new droplets appeared at her slit when she shifted and he went feral. Yanking the underwear down, he latched his mouth onto her clit, his tongue lapping her up. Stifled throaty moans erupted from his chest as her pussy flooded his mouth, the taste shocking him every time at how delicious it was. She bucked her hips against his face, smearing her wetness all over his chin despite the strong grip he had on her hips. Her loud, needy moans combined with his hair being tugged at, prompted him to focus all of his attention on her hardened clit. 

He sucked and licked her as if his life depended on it, making her cry out.

"Babe, oh god slowdownplea-aah," she pleaded, trying and failing to push his head away. "So intense, go-ohnna wet myself–"

Her words made him jolt, a newfound determination flooding his mind and body, making his cock strain painfully against the material of his pants, desperate to feel her heat. His grunts sent vibrations deep into her cunt and he resumed pleasuring her even more intensely than before, his tongue repeatedly rubbing her sensitive nub while he sucked on it with all his might. 

He watched with a dazed expression, how she arched her back, chest heaving, trying feebly to escape his lips. Feverish sounds of her wails filled the bathroom but this wasn't enough for his ego.

Three of his long, skillful fingers plunged inside her dripping hole, making her cry out in pleasure again. He stretched her almost painfully, filling her up nearly as good as his dick always did. But when he curled them upwards, pressing all three of them against her g spot and began absolutely assaulting it, setting a pace so fast it made her mind go blank, only the overwhelming pleasure present in her head, she felt her body give into him. Her senses were of fire. His mouth never leaving her clit, making the electrifying sensations unbearable, she positively wailed as if she was possessed. 

And then she felt it - the overbearing sensation of fiery stinging in her inner thighs and cunt, telling her she was doomed. She tensed up, her legs shaking and she stopped breathing, her eyes boring into Xavier's. He knew it too.

The way her face was flushed, eyes glazed over, pure pleasure contorting her features, her skin burning his arm that was looped around her thigh, stopping her from closing them - he devoured the sight. He wanted every drop of what was to come to be his.

"Yes," came his muffled voice, "yes baby, do it, squirt on me."

Before he finished the sentence, he felt it. The burning hot liquid flooded his chin and neck, seeping into his collar, dripping down his chest. Her voice, almost unrecognizable, guttural, reverberated between the tiled walls as her eyes rolled backwards. He felt as if he was about to cum in his pants.

But he didn't stop pleasuring her, his mouth firm on her sopping, soft cunt, his arm still moving fast, bringing her close to the wet release again, mere seconds after the previous one. This time, he let go of her clit and opened his mouth, trying to catch all of her liquids when she squirted on him again. This was absolute heaven.

With his face dripping, he stood up from the floor, eyes roaming over Val's body sprawled before him on the counter. Her cunt was dripping with her juices, droplets sliding down her asscheeks and falling onto the floor. He needed to feel her on his dick, he was desperate at this point. 

He fumbled with his belt when his phone let out a "ding". Val waved at him to check it.

"I need a breather." She panted, eyes closed, her mind swimming. He chuckled, self-satisfied at the sight in front of him, and pulled out his phone.

.

Jaxxo

Whr u at

Class started 30 mins ago

.

Xav 

Busy 🤫

Won't make it tell'em I got sick or sth pls

.

Jaxxo 

Ookay 

Val with u? 😏

Wait don't answer I don't wanna know lol

Btw that dumbfuck still on abt ur girl

Adam Welsh or what he called 

Says val secretly likes him like bro 💀

Stop it's embarrassing 

An idea popped into Xavier's mind - an insane one for sure and Val would absolutely dismember him afterwards… but the venomous snakes coiling in his chest at the very mention of that fucker made him want to show him who is in on top. And, oh, he will show him alright.

A vicious grin adorned his features as he tapped on his phone quickly.

.

Xav

Got an idea

And need ur help with it

Tell that fucker u heard val is waiting for him

In the men's bathroom on the end of the 3rd

The one no one uses basically 

Maybe seeing sth will get the idea out of his thick fucking head

.

Jaxxo

What

Why

Oooooh 

Oooh wait

Bro 😶

U sure

Well shit alright

But don't tell val I had anything to do wit it okay

I don't wanna be dead lol

Will attend ur funeral tho promise 🙏

"What you grinning at?" Val smiled and eyed Xavier's expression as he put away the phone next to them. Her hands were busy with his zipper, clearly ready to take him now.

"Nothin'." He answered a bit too quickly for it to be actually nothing so he tried to distract her by gliding his palm underneath her shirt, squeezing her breasts. "Just our sweet Ajax worrying about us and all."

He sighed, feeling her taste on his tongue and her palm now working on his erect length on full display now. He was twitching, anticipation building up in his chest and groin. He purred, feeling the delicious friction he longed for so badly and bucked into her hand, covering it with precum. 

"You ready for me, baby?" Val breathed, pulling him towards her. "I feel so empty without you inside me."

Xavier groaned, all thoughts about the werewolf guy fleeting from his mind as he felt his tip glide against her dripping folds.

"Always," he breathed, their mouths connecting as he pushed his throbbing dick inside her with a pleasured groan, mixing with her whimpers.

From the corner of her eye, Val saw Xavier's phone screen lit up with a message from Ajax saying 'on it chief'. But her boyfriend grabbed her thighs and pushed them towards her chest, leaning onto them and started thrusting and every single rational thought she had disappeared, only to be replaced by the overwhelming waves of pleasure that sent sparks through her body each time Xavier’s cock pushed deep into her fluttering cunt. The pace he set was fast but not too much, leaving her wanting more of him, more of this. His name falling from her lips made his hips stutter. He thirstily drank it from her mouth as they sloppily caressed each other with their open mouthed kisses. He put her ankles at the both sides of his face, leaving his hands free to hungrily roam her body writhing underneath his weight.

It wasn't long before she grew hot to the touch.

"Xavi, god baby, I'm close." Her whining made his hips lose their rhythm for a second, and she desperately lifted her butt up to meet his thrusts faster. "You feel so good, so thick, filling me up like that."

She was lost in pleasure, babbling sweet nonsense, trying to grab his hips, scratching at his arms. The sounds of their voices, mixed with the lewd, wet sounds of his cock being repeatedly swallowed by her pussy, skin slapping against skin, filled every corner of the bathroom. She was so close, so cockdrunk, she didn't hear the bathroom door open and a voice calling out.

"Hey, sexay, you waiting for m‐‐"

Adam strutted into the bathroom she was supposedly waiting for him at, only to stop dead in his tracks the second he saw the scene unfold before his eyes.

Xavier Thorpe was balls deep inside Valerye's wet cunt, with her legs up against his chest, writhing under his repeated, fast thrusts, her voice throaty as she moaned her boyfriend's name into his mouth.

"Fuck, Xavier, Xavier, oh yes, I'm cumming, god I'm cumming, Xavi don't stop, please, make me cum, make me…" 

Her eyes suddenly grew wide as her body strained upwards, mouth in a silent 'o' as she pressed her damp forehead against Xavier's, nails digging into his arms. He would definitely have scratch marks and it made him proud as fuck. His flushed cheeks got even redder as he felt her body heat up like she was about to catch fire. He watched her eyes go unfocused, seeing and feeling her spasming as her orgasm tore through her.

"Xavier, Xavier, Xavi–" The rest of her wails turned into an incoherent garble, as she threw her head back, eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt as if her mind disconnected from her body for a few seconds when Xavier groaned her own name. 

"Fuck, Valerye. Fuck." His cock swell and with erratic thrusts, he spilled inside her, pumping her cunt to the brim with his seed. His body then rested on top of hers, both exhausted, yet she still rocked herself down from her high, his softening dick still inside her.

As if she was underwater, she thought she heard Xavier's voice. It was filled with pure malice.

"Like to watch, furry? Or looking for something - or someone, huh?" A vengeful, wide, seething smile contorted his features as he raised his eyebrows at the dumbstruck werewolf still standing in the bathroom, watching them with wide, unblinking eyes.

"What?" Val rubbed her eyes and turned her head to the side, only to see the back of Adam's uniform disappear in the doorway of the room. "...what?!"

She sprung to her feet, pushing Xavier off of her only to feel his arms around her waist a second after she was off the counter. Her knees gave out, legs shaky, and she would fall flat on her face if it wasn't for his quick reflexes.

"What the fuck was that?" She gestured wildly towards the door.

"No idea," he said with the most ingenuine innocence plastered across his face. His voice, however, gave it all away - a cocky sort of pride mixed with self satisfaction clearly audible in those two words made her look at him incredulously. He quickly glanced at his phone, still on the counter and grinned stupidly, looking at her from underneath his eyelashes.

"NO, you did not." Her eyes bulged out at him in shock, she was feeling faint.

"The entire Academy is going to know! About… abouth this!" She waved her hands around in between them and leaned over the sink.

"Don't think so." Xavier turned on the faucet and wet some paper towels. She looked at him but before she could berate him some more, he continued. "I think he's not gonna say a single word about that."

Val felt the damp paper on her inner thighs and she shivered at the sensation. He peppered her butt with tiny kisses while cleaning her of his mess that dripped out of her.

"I think he's way too embarrassed now to admit he was thinking you might be into him. Not to mention he saw you cum around my cock, moaning my name while you did that."

"He saw that…?" Val breathed, frozen in utter disbelief, hand pressed against her forehead. Xavier noded, a vicious grin once again stretching his lips.

"I guess he needed to see and find out for himself, poor thing." He mused, feigning concern. "Since, you know, you nearly biting his head off during lunch break did absolutely nothing to get the fact that you are not interested through that thick skull of his."

"I just… thought I'd give him a little hint, y'kno? Help a bro out."

"I can't believe you." A heat of embarrassment crept up her cheeks as she turned around to face him, fixing her uniform. He sported his signature smirk as he zipped his pants up and went to tie his hair again, since it was completely disheveled. A light pink tint was present on his chiseled cheeks and jawline, his full lips even plumper from all the work they've done, still stretched into this fucking prideful grin.

She grabbed his loosened, damp tie and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips with his, surprising him enough to make him drop the hair tie.

"Thorpe, you are so lucky I actually like you." She murmured against his lips, making him laugh as he pulled her closer to him. "Otherwise you would be dead by now."

[mazdoe]

When you Cry.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem! Reader

Summary: Wednesday is trying her best to comfort their Girlfriend through a panic attack.

Warning: Non just Fluff really. Possessive and protective Wednesday if you squint.

Notes: I aged up Wednesday to 18/19. Also English is not my first language.

"I didn't know where else to go" you whispered, noticing how Wednesday is avoiding you since you stormed into her room. You can't blame her tho, after all you just interrupted her writing time. But tears are still rolling down your Face leaving tiny wet spots on your Uniform. As you curled up in her Bed knees pressing almost painfully into your chest.

"speak now!" Finally facing you Wednesday's usually oh so emotionless Face drops as she analyzes your tears. "You are crying" she states, stiffing up in her chair, not moving a muscle. Already over stimulated to the max you turn to face her knowing she is not going to ask what any further questions " Today in Fencing, I..I took a wrong step I think. I don't know what exactly but as soon as the teacher left for just a second Xavier started yelling at me. And humiliating me in front of everyone. I Ii didn't know what to do so I came here" She nodded, reaching out to place a hand on your shoulder.

Wednesday's mind is running in circles, how could he do that to y/n he knows how much she means to her. In fact he was one of the first people she confessed her love for y/n too. He should know better than making her angry by hurting you. She swallows down her anger in an attempt to give you what you need the most right now. Comfort. Oh how she hated that word, sounds weak. But she knows you need it. So she lets her Hand wander down your arm giving it a light squeeze before letting to entirely. Appearing right behind you and gently wrapping her Arms around your waist, pushing you into her lap, resting her Head oh so lightly on yours and pressing a soft Kiss onto your hair.

Her arms tightened around you with every light sob and sniffel. You could tell she is trying her absolute best to give you all the Comfort she was able to unleash right now. Turning around in her lap you reach out to cup her face, gently caressing her cheek with your thumb. Giving her the most generous smile you could offer. "Can I kiss you?" You can feel the heat crawling up your face, as Wednesday leans in closer connecting your foreheads. "Yes" you mumble, it's a surprise she even heard it. But her soft lips on yours confirm that she did. The kiss doesn't last long but was long enough to make the Butterflies resting in your stomach go wild. "Do you feel better know?"

"Yes I do, thank you love" Wednesday's nose scrunches up at the nickname but she lets it slide with the argument that your head must still be foggy from all the crying. "Good, so now we got time to plan the Murder on Xavier" she said a smile caressing her beautiful face as she absentmindedly plays with your hair, immersed into her imagination as you rest your head on her chest drifting of to sleep.

[evostar]

La madre silenciosa au character sheets!!

Btw many of the kids are from other towns as well!! The magic bought them and Dolores together! And Alma, julieta, Agustin, pepa, Felix, Isabela and Luisa are referred as “other family“

First we have Paloma, his family owned a shoe shop in bogota, his dad was abusive to his whole family, especially to him because he acts “girly“. He didn’t like making or fixing shoes, neither did he like the “manly“ activities his father forced him to do. He became a bully to protect himself from anyone, Paloma regrets it a lot though. Paloma hated his life and father very much, his mother never did anything besides watch which made him hate them even more. He realized that he loved baking a lot, at that moment he knew that he wanted to become a baker. When his father found out it wasn’t so pretty, he raged out onto him and in the same day Paloma ran away. A week later he was in the Encanto, that’s when Dolores heard him and took him in! He got adopted at the age of 8, a year later he got his gift and he has been the happiest ever :D it didnt take him a while to get off his habit but he was relaxed after.

Next is Camilo! Since birth he was more of an mama‘s boy, yet pepa didn’t pay much attention to him, only when he needed to get praised. Dolores on the other hand made sure to give him the motherly love he deserved. He didn’t like the feeling of Mariano appearing like an father figure for him, he was angry at Felix for lacking at it, but he adapted Mariano quite fast. He was often grouchy about the fact that his parents don’t care. His gift also made the situation worse but his real family always helped him which got him better though time. He loves to take care of his little siblings and in the same time being an wild teenager!

Ines is a "special" child, well at least for a lot of people. She has albinism, her parents thought she was some kind of evil spirit so they treated her rather badly. Ines got bullied from the neighborhoods because of her condition, the school didn’t accept her in either so she didn’t knew to write, read or properly speak. She really isolated herself from the world getting sick often since she stays in her room 24\7. Dolores heard about her a couple of times, she helped ines to get better at basic stuff, she schooled her and took her in when she was 9! Dolores noticed that ines had major anger issues, so she decided to put her in therapy to help ines, which worked a lot! Maybe she can snap sometimes but she‘s working on it. Also she dye‘s her hair because she doesn’t like the white color, she gets reminded often how pretty her hair is but she still won’t like it.

Finally mirabel! She is still giftless in this au, the other family still acts as if she were a curse (besides Luisa). Mirabel obviously tries not to think much of her being giftless even if she is reminded every day. Her parents maybe cared for her more than camilo‘s did but they stopped caring when she didnt get a gift, always making the same excuse “im busy“ Dolores knew mirabel didn’t deserve to get treated like that just because of her gift so she did the caring! Mirabel learned a lot of stuff trough her family, but what she loved to learn the most was the sewing skills her abuela Fiona’s showed her.

They all became a group, since they were raised together and been trough a lot together, their age made them closer too!!

Xavier had a pretty rough life, his mother died at birth and his father hated him for it. His father always looked him up into tight and dark spaces because he didn’t want to see him. Dolores reported him for some crimes he did, just so she could take Xavier in, he was 6 when he got adopted. Xavier was a bit shy at first but he grew to be a very brave boy! He looked up to Mariano a lot and practically did everything he did because he thought that if he did anything wrong he was gonna be put in a tight space again but they made sure to help him with his habit, now he is just wild!! Basically being himself.

Juan is Xavier’s best friend!! Which he is really greatful for since Juan never really had friends. He came from a wealthy family in bogota, he didnt like being wealthy because he got bullied a lot for it. It would get so bad that he often needed to be hospitalized. Because he is from a wealthy family his family doesnt accept him either, they ignore him, dont take care of him and neither do they try to stop his bullying. Like Paloma he ran away out of anger just that this time when he fell asleep in the woods, he woke up the next day in a cozy bed instead of his old cold one. It took him some time to adjust with the people in town, especially the older ones. Juan ran away when he was 8, and he first got his gift 3 years later because the miracle felt the anxiety in him, however he now lives carefree and safe!

Andres had a traumatic past, his blond hair and blue eyes made him get praised by a lot of people which made his parents realize the fame. Andres‘s mother was by far more obsessed with fame so she ofc did everything so people would notice him. They forced him to do stuff just so he would get praised and famed over, if he ddi something wrong he would get punished. When he was 7 he lashed out and his mother burned him with fire as punishment. That happened at night so Dolores got woken by screams, she got his parents arrested and took him in. Andres still tends to avoid a lot of stuff but it is noticeable how he is working on getting better!!

Luz is a bright girl!! Now her mom cared for her however she didnt take care of herself. Her mom always argued with her dad since he was somewhat abusive, at the end she divorced him because she found out he was having an affair. Life was hard after that, luz had to take care of both her mom and herself but after a year her mom took her own life, needless to say it wasn’t a pretty view. She got adopted by Dolores at 5, sometimes Luz has panic attacks because of the trauma so she regularly goes to therapy too. She‘s getting way better! Luz looks up to Isabela often because it seems like she and her mom don’t only look alike but also have a lot in common.

As you can guess Marcia isn’t liked because of her eyes, some of them find it freaky or weird. She actually had a quite big family but they hated her for being different so they tried to get rid of her. (Iykyk) Marcia was extremely traumatized by it, Dolores scolded the entire family including arresting the older ones, needles to say she wasn’t so happy about what she heard. Marcia isolated herself for 6 months after, her family were with her the entire time to help her. The passing months she was getting better and Marcia started to open up. Now she’s happily learning how to write!! Dolores adopted her at 5 years old, kinda sad she was this young.

Lyla had good guardians, her grandparents took care of her till they died, which was when she was 4, after that her parents took her in and since they were young they didnt attend to take care of her. Dolores was already good friends with her grandparents, they knew that her parents wouldn’t take care of her so they asked Dolores to do it. Dolores talked with her parents and adopted lyla!! Layla basically already grew up in the casita so she is pretty used to everything, yet she does need help if it comes to the stairs.

Carlos was actually a homeless boy, his parents left him on the streets when he was 3 and he was on the streets for 3 years till dolores found him. He got picked on a lot and he was skinny which made him insecure too. When Dolores found him he was barely holding on, so he got spoiled a lot ofc!! They helped him with school which he didnt like learning at first, but later on found out he could read comic‘s with it. Plus he became very confident too!!

Esteban has divorced parents, both of them absolutely HATE eachother so they make him their weapon. Every once a week he has to visit the other parent and before he goes the parents tells him to do this or to do that. Esteban doesnt want to do it, he doesnt like it, he feels guilty about it but he knows the punishments. Both of his parents were arrested for the crimes they did (i wonder who reported them) dolores adopted him when he was 8!! Esteban got nothing but just affection from his new family, he loves them very deeply and feels safe with them than he ever has.

The triplets had it very rough, they were selled by their own parents. The ones that bought them treated them very bad, they experimented on them, hurt them for fun and did a lot of other bad stuff. They escaped the place and hid in casita. Dolores found them and adopted them! It took them the longest out of the children to get used to a normal life, but now they are pretty comfortable with their new family! She found them when they were 5, pretty young, sometimes they still struggle a lot.

Leandra‘s dad is pretty troublesome. He always gets in trouble with some kind of bad gang‘s, as you call it. These things get both his dad and himself in danger, he hates not feeling safe the entire time. When he was 6 his dad caused a big thing with a gang, they cornered him and Leandra was with him at that time. In order to survive he told them that they could take Leandra, they then took Leandra and left him alone. The people hurt him for fun throughout a half year, Mariano say them doing stuff to him one day and it didnt end well for them. Mariano saved leandra from the trouble and since that day he has major trust issues, hes grumpy most of the times however he still can be soft :)

Esmeralda was abandoned by her mother when she was 2, she just left her in the forest. Months went by and Dolores started to hear noises in the forest at some points. When she decided to check it out she saw a little toddler, Dolores ofc adopted her. Esmeralda didn't have many problems besides some, she had and still has problems with communication. Speaking for her can be difficult, that's why her family makes sure to always give her a rest when they talk with her. She may looks like she would creep someone out, but she's harmless and would never think of hurting anyone :D

Olivia‘s parents were not stable, they always took some shit. She sometimes ended up in the orphanage because they got arrested. Her parents are abusive and alway aggressive, they never care for her or her brother, so most of the time she has to take care of both of them which can be exhausting. Dolores arrested her parents and took both of them in. Olivia was really happy to have new parents, she got used to Mariano and Dolores really quickly because they were so comforting. She was also happy that her brother was treated well in others care, she finally could be a normal kid!

Rosa has a big family, she has 3 big siblings who moved out of her house when she was young, they didn't treat her well, especially her older sister. They left her out and bullied her often, Isabela reminds her of her big sister a lot and that’s why she hates Isabela a lot. Not only that but they both look and act alike which makes her hatred towards Isabela even more. Her parents weren’t good people either, they too treated her like an outcast and made her do all the chores in the house. They made fun of her too till Dolores got them arrested for a reason. Rosa really looks up to Dolores as her savior, she can finally just be herself without anyone judging her.

Rafeala‘s parents were young when they had him and that’s why they gave him to his grandmother. His grandmother HATES him for making her daughter's life miserable. Rafaela was treated very badly by her, when he was 5 she hurt him so badly he got a major concussion. That concussion damaged his brain really badly which made him forget to do a lot of stuff and a lot of memories. Dolores wasn’t so happy about the news and that woman did not end in jail without breaking some bones. However the injuries didn't stop him from being a very positive child!! He’s happy with his new family!! Sometimes he is scared of Alma because of his memories.

Antonio was in dolore‘s care since the moment he was born, pepa did not want to raise another child. (As if she raised her others) Antonio knows that Dolores and Mariano aren't his real parents but that won't stop him from loving them as if they were his parents which they technically are. He hates his other family for hurting his family, the only person he would still talk to would be Luisa since she is actually nice and would be there for him. He didn't have much problems with his family next to him even so sometimes he still has a lot of anxiety because of his expectations of being the next “hope of the miracle“. His family will make sure though whatever will happen that they will always stay with him.

Cecilia has some troublesome parents, they caused trouble and blamed her for it. She didn't like being blamed for everything they did. Not only that but they were heavy alcoholic‘s too. Sometimes they would force her to buy it for them, she hated the feeling, she hated it all. She isolated herself a lot, Dolores finally got her parents arrested last year and since then she has been the happiest. No more getting blamed at, no more of the smell of alcohol and no more hurting. She loves her family and loves to be with her friends everyday.

Alejandra has divorced parents, she never really sees her dad and is around her mom the entire time. Her mom brings a man over sometimes and if they are really drunk they start to criticize her, calling her bad names or just making fun of her in general. She hates being made fun of so she goes to her abuela Fiona’s house a lot since it's near. After some time Dolores adopted her, now she feels safe in her own home. She doesn't need to be scared of anyone criticizing her ever again and she loves the feeling of being free of those bad words.

Juancho was also one of Mariano’s neighbors. He practically grew up in Mariano’s home since his parents didn’t give a shit about him, like they wouldn’t care if he just went missing, nor would they even care if he had died. They didn't want children and acted aggressive towards him often, Juancho didn't like them even one bit. Mariano often hung around him because he knew how they acted with him, in the end he adopted him and Juancho was more than happy. Juancho did have a coffee problem because once he saw the coffee he pretty much got addicted, they are working on it though.

They all got matching bracelets after seeing the older ones having one too.

Patricia is Frisco's and Vicenta’s step sibling. Their mom cheated on multiple men and in the end she married one, aka patrcia‘s dad. They got treated pretty bad, they were forced to do all the housework, if they didn't they got punishments. Dolores adopted them last year when they were 4, she actually fought to adopt them earlier but the police often refused, in the end she finally adopted them. They were fearful at first but then got comfortable with their new family, they are relaxed and don't have to worry about punishments anymore.

Yoga was treated badly because of his skin condition, his family made him feel like a mistake, like he didn’t deserve to be alive. Luckily he was the neighbor of Fiona, he always ran to her after they did something, sometimes he would stay with her some days and sometimes he would stay at Dolores’s. He hated being treated badly just because of his condition. Fiona ranted the parents out and Dolores ended up adopting him. For some reason he liked the julieta‘s outfit a lot, it made him feel calm just by seeing it so they made sure to make him something similar in which he ofc feels safe.

Diego was the oldest and first one Dolores adopted. (Besides Camilo and Mirabel) His father didn't treat him well, he made Diego work a lot. His uncle‘s side of the family wasn’t good either, they too treated him badly. Diego was confused most of the time, yet he was also angry. Sometimes his father would kick him out and then take him back in, but one day when Diego was 9 he ran away, he didnt wanna work anymore, he didnt wanna get hurt or bad-mouthed anymore. Dolores found him in the forest and took him in, he looked up to her a lot since that day. Now he is rested, no more work and no more bad words, plus he loves being a big brother.

Bronco‘s parents only used him and his sister for good reputation. They didn‘t want children but they saw how much people with children get praised so they decided to have 2 children for good reputation only. When they weren’t getting praised they were left alone unattended somewhere, Dolores always has to go to their garden so they won't hurt themselves accidentally. When Bronco was 2 he set the house on fire without knowing, the house burned down but Dolores still got him and his sister out in time. His parents didn’t survive, but bronco didn't care that much since he didn't even really know them. Dolores adopted them and he felt happier to be with her than his parents.

Cruzito‘s parents didn't want him, they noticed how Dolores adopted many children, so they asked Dolores to take him. She was upset how they did not want their own child but she didn't refuse. Dolores adopted cruzito, he grew up happily in a big family with lots of love and spoilering.

Almira’s parents used her for a good reputation like bronco. She didn't like seeing so many bad face‘s, some were making her upset. She didn't like going to the same places and would just end up crying. One day her brother set the house on fire, Dolores saved her but she was really traumatized by it, she cried every time she was put down by Dolores because of the thought of being hurt again, after some time though she felt safe enough to be on the floor and even start to walk herself. Mostly though she likes being picked up rather than walking.

Angela‘s and Amalia's parents weren’t bad people, well at least not their mother. Their mother was good friends with Dolores, but she knew that she couldn’t handle twins at birth since it was risky for her age. She made a promise with Dolores that if she died she wanted her to take care of the twins. And sadly she did die after the birth, Dolores was devastated but kept her promise. Their father divorced their mother when he found out about the pregnancy, he didn't want children and so he left. Dolores makes sure they grow up to be loved.

Victorio is Olivia’s little brother, since birth he has been abused, his parents were nothing but just aggressive towards him. Thankfully he is a calm child most of the time. He is happily now in Dolores’s care, without getting hurt for the rest of his life.

Now we're onto Dolores!! She started to notice Mirabel was neglected by the whole family, even by her own mother. She hated hearing the cries she heard from mirabel after the ceremony, no one also went to comfort her so she took the matters into her own hand and started to take care of her, it wasn’t a long time till she started to take care of Camilo too. After some time she heard a child in the forest, all alone and she couldn’t just leave him there so she took him in. Since that day she started to take more and more care of the children that needed care. But who would take care of Dolores? Well at the time she found that child in the forest she also met a woman in the age of her mother, she built a bond with the woman and started to see her as a mother figure, pepa lost her spark with Dolores a long time ago, since she was 5. She also met her beloved husband through the kids, everything is great…till it isn’t.

Mariano grew up with no parents, his father is unknown and his mother died at birth. His grandma took care of him and he made a promise to never be like his father. He grew up pretty well behaved, he made sure to treat everyone kindly. He started to get a crush on his best friend, Dolores after a while. He has known her since childhood and he also knows that she helps the people in need. He wanted to be by her side, helping the ones in need, but he also wanted to help her too. After a confession, they started to date and then he proposed, they got married and Mariano couldn’t be happier. He loves his family and what he has become. He would never change it the way it is.

Elena Rosa, the grandmother of Mariano had a normal life, she grew up like any other kid, maybe sometimes her life got down, like that time she lost her husband in the escape. She gave birth to a little girl, who later on also died on her grandson‘s birth. She was devastated but she swore to raise him in the way she would’ve. She hates her daughter's husband for abandoning her during the pregnancy. Elena loves Dolores and her family a lot too. She knew that Dolores was just perfect for Mariano, plus she also loves to spoil her great grandchildren. They are everything for her.

Fiona grew up poorly, her family wasn’t the best, so she made sure to cut them out if she ever got married. Which she did, but after he found out that she couldn’t get children he left her and 6 years of her life went to waste on him. She was alone after that, till Dolores came to her life. She treated Dolores like a daughter she couldn’t have before. And in the process Fiona also got a son-in-law plus grandchildren!! She loves spoiling Dolores and her grandchildren, she made sure to make sure they won’t get the same treatment she got. She’s very protective of her family, she will hurt anyone who even dares to looks at them the wrong way.

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Y’all best believe I spend a lot of time of this 😭 I also needed to rewrite most of their lores since tumblr decided to be a pain in the ass 😞 Fiona is just a character I wanted to add since Dolores deserves a mother figure in this au 🥲👍 I really love and enjoy this au a lot!! I think in the future I will start to write too :D!! If any of y’all got something to say or ask so about this au I be very glad to answer or hear about it!!

Also, the children live in a second casita alike house, just that this house is like a magical room. In Dolores’s room, Guzman‘s house and Fiona‘s house is a door connected to casita 2.0. The room is ofc huge, and everyone who chooses to have an own bedroom has one, some share one cuz they don’t like being alone. They have a garden, multiple bathrooms, and everything they need. Since technically the room isn’t connected to the candle like casita is, it still will be there after casita‘s fall!! Just that Dolores room door won’t work anymore till they rebuild casita. 🩵

[man11c]

Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 6.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 6

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After Xavier and you finished the project, you didn't see him as much. You'd see him in some of your classes, and he'd catch you after school to chat to you or then again at archery. That was really it. You had no other excuse to see him.

You always noticed Xavier would disappear after his last class and would be gone for what seemed like hours. You overheard his friends talking about sometimes. Curiosity struck you, but you weren't one to go snooping in other business but what harm could it really be? After all, everyone wanted to know where Xavier disappeared to for so long the moment bell rang.

When you were anticipating for the bell to ring, it always seemed to drag out. Minutes seemed to take hours to pass. The seconds flicked over as you tried to patiently wait. It lasted a whole eternity before you got to the final stretch of class. Only a minute or two left before the end of the day. You thought you'd be mummified in your seat at the rate time was moving at. Yet finally, the loud and annoying bell you had been so desperate to ring finally made its appearance. You could finally let out a sigh of pure relief as you jumped up from your seat, putting things away. From afar, you kept your eye on Xavier. Xavier looked over to you and shot you a smile before he walked away from the class. He always remembered to say some sort of goodbye after class, or even something small like that.

Usually, you'd be strolling out of class, nowhere important to be but yeah, no - not today. You walked quickly out of the class to see where Xavier was headed off to. It turned into some sort of sneaking game. You walked out into the woods, it was strange for sure but it didn't matter yet. You tried to make little noise, avoiding the things in your path sat down to make you fail and expose you. Even mother nature was against you in this moment.

The walk wasn't long until Xavier made it to his location, and his companion, which he didn't know about... from the outside, it looked grubby, some worn down shed? Why the hell did Xavier drag himself all the way out for... this? And it had a padlock and everything. How strange, still your couldn't help but just imagine what could be inside in such a place. What could Xavier be hiding away in the woods. Well, you'd soon find out wouldn't you...?

You saw as Xavier slipped in, and you stayed behind a tree from a far. You groaned, you couldn't see anything from where you were standing. So you just had to wait, in this forest which you already forgot the path out of. That was a problem for later. It didn't seek long for Xavier to leave the shed for a moment and walk off. You took that moment. Heading right inside, and all your wild assumptions far off anything that was inside. Drawings, paintings. So much art, some grotesque snd grim to look at. Other so beautiful and delicate. You stared in awe as you looked at all the paintings. "Wow..." You said to yourself as you took a few steps around the dark room. You looked with admiration at the paintings but you couldn't help but notice multiple discarded paints and drawings of Wednesday. All shoved into one corner to hide them away. You went to look at them, stroking your fingers along the canvases that had been coated with paint and charcoal.

"I didn't know I had a secret admirer of my paintings." A sudden voice from behind you which caused you to get startled. Xavier stood at the door, his silhouette glowing agints the light outside. You turn slowly on your heel to bring yourself face to face with Xavier. "Don't worry, it's not the first time someone intruded into my studio... sure they had other reasons for it." Xavier didn't seem phased at all. "Xavier, your art is beautiful." You tell him, looking at his approaching tall figure with wispy hair. "They are so... powerful to look at." You turn back to look at the paintings around the room. You looked closely at the details on the paintings. Xavier stood there sort of flustered from your comments, but he tried to play it off. "I'm, I'm glad you like them (y/n). I spend a lot of my time in here painting. I would make too much of a mess in my dorm if I tried to paint." He laughed as he stood next to you, your shoulder scraping against his arm. "Why would you hide this? You should be showing these off." You rip your eyes away from the painting to look at Xavier. But he kept looking at the painting with a dim look in his eyes. A shaft of air around you, shifting up from the ground up onto your skin. Crawling up your legs.

"Not everyone looks at them the way you do, some are too weird to show. And most of them are from my dreams." Xavier told you, finally bringing his eyes back down to you. He could see the admiration in your eyes. His paintings were genuinely liked, even at their most raw state. "And then again, I got blamed for being a monstrous killer... so let's say that's put me off aswell." Xavier inhaled a deep breath.

The way he said it himself made you look at him confused, but it didn't look like he'd tell you any further. "It's nice to have someone like you liking my paintings. It inspires me, really." Xavier looked down at you, bits of hair falling from his ear. His eyes looked into yours, so intently, but it wasn't weird. His eyes held something you couldn't explain. It was silent. You were too busy looking into Xaviers eyes. At some point, you got slightly embarrassed of this and looked away to the side. "I noticed all your paintings of Wednesday, the way you painted her... it was so elegant. You are really good at capturing the beauty of her." You changed subject, assuming this would be something he'd be dying to talk of. Instead, he looked off... an expression of a person who has given up on something so dear to them. "Yeah, that'll be the last of them." Xavier walked over to them and turned them away, showing the canvases face against the harsh wood. Had he really given up on Wednesday now? "I'm like a dog chasing my tail. I go in circles again and again to try catch her, yet to no avail." Xaviers tone grew somber. He seemed so calm, but the hurting in his heart showed through under his reserved manner.

The topic changed not long after, and you sat and watched Xavier drawing. You didn't know what it was, his canvas opposite you. In the silence, there was sounds of a pencil gliding across the canvas and the soft bristles of his paintbrush mapping out things in his mind. Xavier looked so concentrated, his eye focused, and his fingers wrapped around his paintbrush. Holding it with so much love. You could tell he loved this. "I think, this might be the most beautiful addition to my work yet." Xavier voice cutting through the silence that hung around you. Excited you walked over. And what you laid your eyes on. It was ethereal.

Your mouth parted, yet no words left your mouth as you looked into your own eyes. And Xavier hovered behind you, looking down at you with a small gentle glint within his eyes. His eyes clung to the small features of your face, how your lashes were long and parted just right. How your nose sat on your face. He just looked at you, lost in your features meanwhile, you were too lost in your own. Wet paint sitting drying upon the big canvases. "It's to show my gratitude, for helping with the project and making archery more enjoyable. Thank you (y/n)."

You couldn't even process his words, but his voice mused through your ears. "Xavier... I'm? I don't know what to say." You tried to make up a sentence, but you had swallowed all your words, leaving you speechless. "Don't say anything, just... enjoy it." He raised his hand to the painting. You saw how the painting brought itself to life. It was you laughing and generally just being happy. You turn to look at Xavier, your eyes saying a lot more than you could say properly.

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I absolutely adored writing this. Oh my god... I made myself smile smh I love artist boys

Part 7 out now❗️❗️

Word count : 1446

[positivelybeastly]

Can't help but wonder if beast was really that happy on krakoa, or if he was even happy at all.

"What do I have to be unhappy about."

"Everything."

"Is."

"Fine."

So, this is kind of an interesting question, because there are two Beasts on Krakoa - and I don't mean original Beast and clone Beast. I mean that there are two versions of Hank that were being written, especially in 2019-2020 when House of X was still coming out, things were still developing, and X-Force had yet to take a giant shit on Hank McCoy.

Because there's this.

And this.

And this.

And weirdly this???

And then there was this.

And like . . . these two versions of the character don't really feel like they can co-exist? Like, this is mostly on Benjamin Percy for just. Completing failing to capture a satisfying or sensical ramp up for Beast's villainy and just hitting that genocide button like he's queuing up for a game of fucking Fortnite, but it's also on the editorial staff, for just not. CHECKING. With their writers, to make sure that characters are being written consistently across titles.

Beast in X-Force does not feel like the same guy who appeared in House of X #4 or 6, or Hellions #1, or even in X-Men #18. The first three, fine, whatever, maybe plans weren't locked in yet, but Percy had to know he was going to take Beast down the genocide path, given how early it happens in X-Force, so why is Beast still acting like his pre-Krakoan self? And why the fuck is Duggan writing Jean like she thinks Hank is just going through a rough spot right now, instead of this being POST-GENOCIDE AND POST-NAZI SPACE PRISON???

It's just. Baffling, frankly.

Anyway. There's no logical throughline, you're just kinda meant to accept that Beast was hiding his natural insanity and evil, if you believe a word that Ben Percy has to say (which you shouldn't), so any appearances where he's not acting like a raving maniac, he's just pretending.

Me, though . . . I kinda have to make sense of it, because I'm me.

Me personally? I don't think Beast was ever truly happy on Krakoa. How the fuck could he be? Beast is a staunch integrationist/assimilationist. He doesn't believe that mutants and humans should live apart. He never has. Hell, of maybe ANY mutant, he has the most proof that it can work!

This is what he was doing pre-Krakoa!

He doesn't even want to be on an X-Men team anymore, and you want me to believe he's gonna up sticks and move to a fully mutant nation? Fuck no! I don't believe you!

This is part of a wider narrative problem with the Krakoan era, which is, it's really nice, Jonathan Hickman, that you want to have all the mutant toys in the toy box so everyone can play with them, but these characters would not go in for this. This is why the 'Xavier is telepathically controlling everyone' theories ran so wild for such a long time. It just. Doesn't make sense.

And it especially doesn't make sense for Hank because by this point in his history, he has so much negative history with the X-Men! The time travel debacle, the intervention, being attacked with a lightning bolt and caged during the Inhuman conflict, being forced to parlay with evil Steve Rogers during Secret Empire, getting drawn into the Age of X-Man, like, NONE of this is something he asked for or enjoyed! Hell, if you want to go further back, Hank hasn't enjoyed being on an X-Men team since, like, the mid-2000s! Before Utopia!

So why in god's name would he not only go back to them, but decide, yeah, I want to live on the mutant island that's actively pissing off most of the human allies that I had personal relationships with?

In my mind, the only way it makes sense is if Charles came to Hank and said, look. I know I've asked a lot of you, but I have a plan, and this is a way you can make it up to us all. This is how you can get back in good with all your old friends, this is how all can be forgiven, which fits in with the whole Krakoan clean slate angle they were going with.

And thus, Hank's creation of the Krakoan wonder drugs that sustain Krakoa's economy (yes, reminder, that was Hank's creation, those did not magically come together out of nowhere, Hank was the genius responsible for those, you're fucking welcome).

So, Hank does this, it's all one happy family, everyone's working in unison, it's great.

Except. It doesn't last.

Because how could it? Textually speaking, Hank does not have positive history with 90% of the X-Men anymore, and they have no real reason to trust him or want him around, judging by the way they talk about him. As we see with Cyclops and Mister Sinister, even with the kayfabe that everyone's cool and fine now, they are still the same characters with the same history, so the clean slate is not actually a clean slate, they're just saying that.

So, in my mind, almost instantly, things just kinda get weird, and awkward, and when everyone's deciding on habitats to live in, Hank just ends up siloed off on his own, in his little house that nobody visits. And so he's just. Instantly miserable. Maybe there's a period where he tries, and maybe some other people try, too, but I think the weight of pre-Krakoan history, and the general weirdness of the Krakoan status quo, mean that Hank was pretty much never happy on Krakoa.

He sure as fuck wasn't happy during X-Force, unless you count grinning insanity and obvious derangement as happiness, which I don't. The only way his character arc makes sense is as his mind just simply snapping into pieces under psychological stress, maybe even before Krakoa, and it just taking a little while before it manifests.

So, no. Not a happy time at all for him. That's partly why I hope that clone-Beast gets his memories back, so he can look back on Krakoa, which he currently sees as this gleaming paradise that he didn't get to experience, and realise, oh, this was all paid for using blood money. This all existed through moral compromise and war crimes and awful deeds. This was all a dystopian nightmare, actually.

But, we'll see.

Oh, and while I've got you - I do have a fanfic that explores this grey area a little bit, set during House of X #6. It's called Fast Car, and explores what it means to be the unpopular, screw up X-Men, seen mostly through the eyes of Alex Summers, aka Havok.

It's a little shippy, but mostly I wanted just to explore what it's like for X-Men who aren't perfect soldiers, who snap under the stress, who have disappointed the people around them and can't quite seem to make it up to people with impossibly high standards. That's a theme I find pretty interesting, and there's some significant crossover between Beast and Havok in that theme, hence why they're the viewpoint figures for it.

[princelabracebu]

MC: Can you explain what’s happening here?

Rafayel: Well apparently we are all children here.

Zayne: Oh, a wild MC has appeared.

Rafayel: I thought they were a myth…

Xavier: Quite rare, to say the least.