#Charles’s wheelchair came with him

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hmmm cherik time travel stuff

young cherik (xmfc) get sent to the future in place of their older selves (X2)

uhh pretty much X2 but its young cherik from the past

maybe young cherik met a mutant on their roadtrip who sent them to the future for reasons? idk

anyway Charles waking up in the mansion but immediately getting bombarded with many young mutant thoughts

Erik waking up in prison 😔

Charles bumping into the Xmen, everyone is very confused until Jean goes “it’s the professor!”

cue more confusion

Charles explaining what happened before he got to the future saying he was with Erik

the Xmen explain magneto is in jail

Charles is a bit shocked

uhh cue more plot stuff till they break Erik out of jail

stryker attacks the mansion

Logan is also here

Charles somehow gets kidnapped? dunno how that happened

Erik meets older Mystique

blah blah blah they save Charles from stryker

other nonsense happens

they figure out how to get back to the past but they wake up in different places from when they left

turns out older cherik got sent to the past 🤯

idk this is all i got but i like time travel 😁

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Doomed (Logan Howlett x fem!Reader)

Summary: The arrival of two new mutants at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters brings some excitement to an otherwise normal day, particularly for you, Scott Summers’ sister. When you meet Logan and his cocky attitude, you soon realize you may be crushing on the new guy.

Word Count: 2,988

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was never one to turn away a lost mutant, even if they weren’t what was considered a “youngster”.

There were excited whispers all over the school about the two mutants who had been brought to the mansion late last night. One of them, Rogue, was already becoming acclimated, attending classes. You’d had the pleasure of meeting her when she joined your English class.

The other, a man, was still unconscious in Jean’s lab, having taken a nasty beating shortly before being rescued. You had tried to sneak down there during the students’ lunch break but your brother, Scott, had stopped you.

“We don’t know if this guy is dangerous,” Scott had sighed, dragging you away from the lower level entrance.

You pulled your arm from his grasp, “Scott, I’m a grown woman, and we’re the same age, I can take care of myself.”

Scott rolled his eyes which were hidden behind his sunglasses, “I don’t care I don’t want you getting hurt!”.

“Oh but Jean can be by herself?,” you argued,” She’d let me be down there with her!”.

“I’m not Jean, so get over it,” Scott said but turning and heading down the long hallway.

You’d flipped him off while his back was turned before stalking back to your classroom and waiting for the break to be over. All the while your mind on the mysterious man downstairs. You hadn’t even got to catch a glimpse of him when he and Rogue had arrived. He was whisked away for aid and you were tasked with making Rogue comfortable.

Charles felt you would be able to make the younger girl feel safe, she’d seemed a bit shaken up but it was nothing a hot drink couldn’t fix. You answered any questions she had while sitting at the kitchen table. Charles ended up being right in the end, he always was.

It was a bit later in the afternoon when you saw Scott run past your classroom door. You were grading a couple essays and your eyebrows knit together as you quickly stood, heading to the doorway.

You poked your head out the doorway, calling to your brother at the end of the hall, “What happened!?.”

“The other mutant, he woke up and attacked Jean, he’s somewhere in the mansion! Stay there!” Scott called back.

Nodding you walked back into the room, wondering if you should just stay there or risk running into the man.

It seemed fate decided for you when a man with dark hair dressed in black pants and what you recognized as gray zip up hoodie from the school slipped inside your classroom. You couldn’t help but notice the chest hair peeking out from the top of the jacket. He was barefoot and his hazel eyes darted around the room, quickly landing on you.

You couldn’t help but back up slightly at the intensity of his gaze, he looked confused and totally pissed at the same time.

Deciding to press your luck a little further you lifted your hands in mock surrender, “Slow your roll bucko, there’s kids here, don’t get crazy,” you reasoned.

“Where am I?” the man asked, ignoring your attempt at being somewhat humorous, probably partly deserved.

“Westchester, New York,” came a calm voice from behind the man, making him turn.

Charles was there, looking expectantly at the intruder. “More specially, a school, my school, I see you’ve met one of my brilliant teachers,” Charles explained.

You cracked a smile at the compliment, putting your hands down, “Flattery will get you nowhere, you know that.”

“I can always try,” Charles commented.

“What the fuck is going on?” the man asked, his voice was rough, almost a growl as he interrupted your conversation.

“Logan, please, calm down, come with me,” Charles spoke. Without another word he turned in his wheelchair, leaving the room and heading in the direction of his office.

The man, Logan, as Charles had called him, turned to you, almost for what seemed like clarification.

You only shrugged, motioning for him to leave the room as well. When he eventually did you followed, excited to finally be in on the big secret that’s been sleeping all day.

Arriving in Charles’ office you plopped down into one of the chairs in front of the large desk after shutting the wooden doors behind the three of you.

“Would you like some food?” Charles asked Logan, who stood close to the door, eyeing the room warily.

“Why am I here?” Logan asked, answering with a question of his own.

“You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention,” Charles explained.

“I don’t need medical attention,” Logan replied.

“Of course not,” you found yourself saying, looking up at Logan.

He glared slightly at you before smirking, “What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked, his chest puffed out a little, hands behind his back, he was cocky to say the least.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” you teased, but stood from your seat regardless. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Summers.”

You held out your hand to shake and he took it, his hand was large and warm, his grip a little tight. “Logan,” he told you, “but you’re welcome to call me anything you like.”

“How about dickhead?”.

Introductions were interrupted by Scott throwing open the office doors, almost immediately taking a protective stance by your side.

“Logan this is Scott Summers, also called Cyclops,” Charles spoke, you watched as your brother gave Logan a rather firm handshake.

“Any relation?” Logan asked you, motioning to Scott.

“Twins, unfortunately,” you answered, throwing an arm around your brother to let him know were, of course, just kidding.

Logan looked almost shocked, “Wouldn’t have guessed.”

“And why is that?” Scott challenged, attempting to take a step forward but you gripped the back of his jacket.

“Well she’s…,” Logan trailed off, glancing over to you and giving you a quick wink, “and you’re, well, the sunglasses don’t do you much justice bub let’s just say that,” Logan smirked.

“Watch your f-,” Scott started but was thankfully interrupted by Ororo striding in.

You caught yourself smiling at Logan’s remark, and felt your face heat up slightly when you noticed Logan was staring at you.

Charles ignored the previous interaction, moving on with introductions,“This is Ororo Munroe, also called Storm, Ororo this is Logan.”

The two shook hands without any issue, Scott stayed planted by your side, always the overprotective sibling you never wanted.

“Where’s the girl?” Logan asked once he and Ororo shook hands.

“She’s here, she’s fine,” you spoke up, flashing Logan a reassuring smile, his gaze lingered on you a second more than it should have.

“We brought you here to keep you safe from Magneto,” Charles explained.

“What’s a magneto?” Logan asked.

“A very powerful mutant, who believes a war is brewing,” Charles answered, “I’ve been following his activities for quite some time. The man who attacked you is an associate of his called Sabertooth.”

“Sabertooth?” Logan asked, practically rolling his eyes, “She’s Storm. He’s Cyclops. What do they call you? Wheels?”.

His question was directed at Charles and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, quickly clamping a hand over your mouth.

Charles let it slide as Logan made his way towards the door, “This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said.

Scott moved to block Logan’s way.

“You wanna get out of my way?” Logan asked, stepping closer to Scott who didn’t budge.

“Logan, it’s been almost fifteen years, hasn’t it?” Charles interrupted, making Logan turn away from your brother. “Living from day to day, moving from place to place, with no memory of who or what you are.”

“Shut up!” Logan growled, fingers curling into fists.

“Give me a chance,” Charles tried again, “I may be able to help you find some answers.”

Without another word Charles wheeled out of the room.

“Where’s he going?” Logan asked, looking to you.

You only smiled and motioned for him to follow, and after a moment he did, reluctantly.

That left you, Ororo, and Scott alone in the office. Scott stepped towards you and away from the door.

“What was that?” he seethed.

“What was what?” you replied, “I can’t be nice to a man who’s obviously had a pretty shit roll of the dice recently?”.

“Not that one,” Scott argued.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “Oh like we were perfect when we first got here, remember when you shot that huge hole in the roof?”.

“He’s not a kid, Y/N! He attacked Jean when he woke up, I already said I don’t want anything happening to you!” Scott told you.

Ororo was quick to leave the room during your little argument, she hated yours and Scott’s sibling spats, and today was not a day she wanted to be in the middle of one.

“Charles trusts him so I do too,” you replied.

Scott groaned, throwing his hands up, “Fine, whatever.”

You sighed, placing a hand on Scott’s shoulder, “I know you care, okay? And I love that you do but I’ll be fine, got it?”.

Scott only nodded, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you from the office. The two of you met Jean in the hallway, who looked fine despite her surprise attack.

“Met our new mutant?” she asked you, taking Scott’s hand.

You smiled and nodded, “He’s…funny.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Scott mumbled. Jean placed a kiss on his cheek, making him perk up a bit.

“Your sister can take care of herself Scott,” Jean teased, pulling him away from you.

You heard Scott begin to argue as Jean directed him down the hall, she threw a quick wink over her shoulder at you before they disappeared around the corner. Jean always had your back and you loved her for it.

Heading the opposite way of your brother and Jean, you made your way towards the gardens where most of the kids were playing.

There was a basketball court, lots of places to run as well as sit and just enjoy the day. It really was beautiful. You’d arrived there some while ago and even since you’ve been at the school it’s expanded. Charles wasted no expense making sure everyone felt at home.

When you made it outside you saw Charles and Logan talking, when the older man noticed you he waved you over. You obliged, crossing the grass, making sure to be wary of a few kids playing tag.

“Need me?” you asked when you reached the two men.

“Would you please show Logan to his room?” Charles asked you.

You nodded, “Of course! Come on.”

Logan followed you without a fight, maybe his talk with Charles helped. Once inside you climbed the stairs to the second floor which held student’s and teacher’s dorms.

Walking past a few doors you stopped in front of the one you knew to be empty, grabbing the door knob and pushing it open.

“This is where you’ll be staying, there is a bathroom so you won’t need to go looking for one,” you spoke, entering the room, Logan following behind you.

“Umm, food is served downstairs but you’re always welcome to eat up here, if there’s any food you like specifically we can buy it,” you found yourself rambling a bit, “I’m sensing you’re a steak on the raw side kind of guy.”

This made Logan chuckle, “What makes you say that?”.

You shrugged, “Your…vibe? And those dog tags around your neck say Wolverine.”

Logan looked down, seeming to notice the dog tags then, he quickly put them inside the jacket.

“So do you have some kind of…dog mutation?” you asked, almost cringing at your words.

This didn’t seem to faze him though, he only laughed again, he seemed less tense than before, even stepping a bit closer to you.

“No, I’m not a dog, I…,” Logan trailed off, and you jumped a bit when three sharp, long blades extended from his left fist.

“I get it now,” you said when you found your voice again, watching the claws retreat back into Logan’s knuckles. “Jean is probably going to make you come back down to the lab, figure out exactly why you have…well, that.”

Logan nodded, “So, do you have a silly code name too or is it just Y/N?”. He quirked up an eyebrow at you, making you smile a bit.

“Roulette,” you answered.

“Oh?” Logan asked, seeming to be intrigued.

“I can switch people’s mutations at will, I could make Scott have your claws and you have his laser eyes, but it’s temporary, so far the longest I’ve been able to make it last is a few hours and that’s been with years of training,” you explained, “It’s tricky, but, ya know, I’m stuck with it.”

“That’s…that’s really amazing,” Logan told you truthfully, making you blush.

“It’s nothing really, sometimes it does more harm than good,” you said, brushing off the compliment.

“Don’t we all?” Logan asked you, making you meet his gaze again.

He was closer to you now, your chests almost touching. You were interrupted by a quick knock on the door frame.

Scott.

“Jean wants him downstairs again,” Scott said, leaning against the door, no doubt glaring at Logan behind his glasses. “I’ll take you.”

Logan rolled his eyes, “Whatever you say bub.”

You glared at your brother before turning back to Logan, “I’ll see you later, and I’m two doors down, if you ever need anything.”

Giving Logan another smile you turned, leaving the room, bumping your shoulder against Scott’s, mumbling a “Be nice,” to him before heading to your own room.

Logan turned to Scott then, cocking his head, “You gonna tell me to stay away from your sister?”.

Scott stood up straight, folding his hands behind his back, “I shouldn’t have to.”

“I think she can make her own decisions,” Logan argued, stalking towards the other man. “Seems like a smart girl.”

“She is,” Scott replied, turning away from Logan to begin their decent down to the lower levels, “that’s why I trust that she’ll see you for what you really are soon enough.”

“Oh and what’s that?” Logan asked, beginning to follow Scott down the hall.

“Another asshole that will break her heart in a week,” Scott said, turning around to face Logan.

“Then you must not be that smart,” Logan smirked, “maybe take some pointers from your sister.”

A loud crack out in the hall made you stick your head out of your bedroom, and you saw Scott and Logan. Scott was cradling his fist, a string of curses leaving his mouth. Logan turned to look at you, shrugging and sending you a wink.

You rolled your eyes. Men.

“Come on you two,” you sighed, heading towards them. “Jean can wrap up your hand while he gets scanned.”

“Scanned?” Logan asked as you steered your still cursing twin towards the stairs.

“It’s an MRI really, nothing to worry about,” you reassured. Logan seemed a bit hesitant but nodded and followed.

Scott kept quiet the whole way after his cursing ended, his pride more hurt than his hand. When you reached the lab you pushed your brother towards his girlfriend.

“White Knight over here needs a bandage,” you joked, and Logan snorted a bit.

Jean sighed and nodded, “Take off your shirt and lay over there,” she directed Logan towards the large machine in the corner while Scott sat on another table.

You grabbed a first aid kit and handed it to Jean while Logan unzipped his jacket, tossing it onto a work station along with his dog tags.

He was, to put it lightly, ripped. You could already tell even with the jacket on, but seeing him with it off was enough to make you stare.

When he eventually caught you, you looked away, letting him climb up on the table while you directed your attention back to Scott and Jean.

Jean was wrapping his hand in gauze, “A sprain,” she mouthed to you over Scott’s shoulder and you nodding, smiling.

Turning back to Logan you walked to the edge of the table, he looked up at you and smirked.

“See something you like?” he asked, making you laugh and shake your head.

“I think that’s enough with the flirting for today lover boy,” you said, patting his arm. “I’ve gotta go help with dinner.”

Logan seemed a bit disappointed but nodded as you turned away from him.

“See you both later,” you told Jean and Scott as you made your way towards the door.

Jean nodded and Scott kept his head down, confirming his ego was more bruised than anything.

When you were out of sight of the three of them you took a minute to lean against the cold metal walls of the lower level, taking a deep breath.

Logan was going to be the death of you, you could already see that, but whether in a good or bad way you couldn’t quite tell yet.

After a second you pushed off the wall and headed back upstairs, joining Ororo and a few older students in the kitchen to help prepare dinner.

You stood beside Ororo, cutting vegetables, your mind wandering to Logan, him lying on that table…

Ororo nudged you just in time to keep you from slicing your finger open.

“Sorry,” you said, face heating up.

“Distracted?” she asked, giving you a knowing look.

“No!” you answered too quickly.

Ororo patted your shoulder as she moved to the other side of you to grab a knife, “Whatever you say kid.”

The rest of the night was spent trying to convince everyone, including yourself, that you were not crushing on the new guy.

But when you were headed to bed that night and Logan stopped you in the hall outside his room to thank you for the help and wish you goodnight, you knew you were doomed.

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : STAY WITH ME (PT.3) : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ 2017!Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and a bit of angst at the start

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Violence, blood/injury, strong language, emotional distress

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: ogan is preparing himself to go to North Dakota, and you share a tender moment before he leaves. Later, he returns with a young mutant, Laura, and a group of enemies confronts you. After a violent encounter, you’re injured, and Logan helps you recover, leading to a deepening connection between you two.

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“ARE YOU SURE YOU GOT EVERYTHING?” You asked Logan as he finished up packing his bag.

Logan sighed while rubbing his forehead. “I think so yeah.” You gave him a small smile while walking towards him.

“Here for you.” You said as you handed him a bag of chips. “For when you’re hungry on the way.”

Logan looked at the bag of chips and then at you. “It’s your favorite right?” You asked when you noticed Logan staring at you.

Logan cleared his throat while nodding. “Yeah these are my favorite, thank you bub.” He gave you a small smile while taking the chips out of your hand and putting it in his bag.

You watched how he turned back to you, unsure of what to do now. “Please be kind for the girl Logan.” You said, causing Logan to roll his eyes.

“I’m serious!” You said a little louder while hitting his arm. “I know.” Logan said with a slight smile.

“Well go then. You promised Gabriela you would be there at 8AM.” You told Logan who nodded and grabbed his bag.

You followed him to his car and watched how he threw his bag on the backseat.

“Well…i’ll see you in a few days then.” Sighed Logan as he opened the door to the driver’s seat.

“Wait.” You said as you came up to Logan and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Logan was surprised at your sudden action but hugged you back nonetheless. “Be safe okay.” You whispered against his chest.

“I will. You too okay? And take good care of Charles and Caliban.” Said Logan as he looked down at you still wrapped around his body.

“I will.” You smiled as you finally let go of him. It pained Logan to see you let go of him. If it was possible, he would’ve taken you with him. But it was too dangerous and someone needed to stay behind to care for Xavier and Caliban.

“See you soon bub.” Said Logan while placing a kiss to your forehead before getting into his car.

You were stunned at what had just happened. Logan almost never initiated physical touch. I mean not since last year. Before, he used to cuddle you and kiss your face all the time but that stopped after the Westchester incident. And now he had kissed you on your forehead again.

You watched as Logan drove away. You kept looking until his car was out of sight before going back inside.

“So he will be back in a few days?” Asked Caliban as you entered the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Charles.

“Yeah.” You sighed softly. Caliban raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t say anything more as he retreated to his room.

When you were done preparing breakfast for Charles and grabbing his medication, you teleported yourself into his tank.

“Good morning Charles.” You smiled as you walked towards his bed. You placed the usual tray with breakfast on the small table opposite his bed before turning back to Charles.

“Good morning.” He sighed as he tried his best go get up. “Here let me help you.” You offered as you pulled the sheets back and helped Charles into his wheelchair.

“How are you feeling today?” You asked while watching how Charles rolled himself towards the table to eat his breakfast.

“Better than yesterday.” He said before taking a bite of his toast. You smiled as you started making up his bed.

“Something is bothering you.” Charles suddenly said. You turned around so you could look at him.

“Come here.” Charles offered while patting the chair next to him. You did as he asked and sat down next to him.

“Logan is going to be gone for a few days.” You said quietly as you prepared the meds for Charles.

“Is he on a mission?” Asked Charles as you handed him his pills and a glass of water. You hummed. “Sort of.” You answered.

“I regret what i said to him yesterday.” Charles mumbled before taking in his pills with a large sip of water.

“I know.” You spoke softly, remembering how he called Logan a disappointment yesterday.

“He’s dying, child.” Charles said as he looked at you. You tried your best to avoid eye contact as you looked up at the huge ceiling of the tank.

“We will find a cure or a way for him to survive.” You said quietly. Charles smiled at your words before nodding.

“Would you like to play a game of chess my dear?” Charles asked, noticing your slight change in behavior, upon hearing that Logan was dying.

You looked at Charles and started smiling. You always enjoyed playing chess with him.

“I’d love to old man.”

~

You were laying on your bed when you heard tires screeching outside. You immediately got up and went to your window to see, Logan?

“What the fuck?” You said to yourself before running downstairs and heading outside, Caliban following after you.

“Logan what happened?” You asked as Logan got out of his car.

“Did something go wrong?” Asked Caliban as you both watched Logan walk away.

“The job was wrong to begin with.” Logan said before heading inside, leaving you and Caliban both dumbfounded. Logan wasn’t even gone for two hours. What happened?

“What’s this?” Asked Caliban as he pulled out a green backpack and a ball out of the trunk of Logan’s car.

You turned around and your eyes widened as you recognized the ball. It was Laura’s.

“Logan!” You called as you inspected the backpack. “What?” Sighed Logan as he stepped back outside.

“Look at this.” You said as you showed him the backpack and the ball.

“What the…” Began Logan.

“Who’s that?” Asked Caliban as he pointed at a car approaching.

Both you and Logan looked up at the same time. “Fuck!” Cursed Logan as he watched the car.

“You two get inside and keep Charles quiet.” Logan ordered. Caliban immediately did as he was told but you lingered.

“Logan what’s happening?” You asked slowly. “I don’t know. Get inside now.” Logan ordered again. This time you did as he told you and went back inside.

You sat down in front of the camera screen and watched how a blonde guy stepped out of the car and walked up to Logan.

“Donald Pierce…” You mumbled. “The guy from that business card?” Asked Caliban as he also looked at the screens. “Yes. Get Charles, Caliban.” You said, not taking your eyes off the screen. Caliban nodded and quickly went to retrieve Charles.

A few minutes had passed, Caliban came back with Charles and Logan and Pierce were still talking until someone suddenly threw a metal pipe at Pierce’s head.

“What was that?” You asked as you immediately stood up. “Laura.” Smiled Charles.

You gave Charles a confused look and ran outside, Caliban and Charles following after you.

When you got outside, you saw Laura slowly approaching Logan while Logan looked really fucking confused.

“This is Laura.” Smiled Charles as he motioned for the girl to come closer. “We’ve been waiting for you.” He said. “Come it’s okay.” Charles added.

You watched how Laura walked over to Logan and snatched her backpack out of his hands before following Charles.

As Laura passed you, she shot you a glance before disappearing inside.

You went up to Logan to look at Pierce who laid very unconsciously on the ground.

“Are you okay?” You asked Logan as you took his hand in yours. “Yes i’m fine.” Logan said as he looked down at Pierce.

“Caliban, take his body and drop it somewhere else. Text me when you’re done so i can pick you up.” Logan told Caliban before walking inside the building.

“What if he wakes up before i arrive?” Caliban asked you as Logan had already disappeared.

You looked at Pierce for a while before kicking him in the neck. “Now he won’t.” You said before going back inside as well.

When you entered the living room you saw Logan pulling onto Laura’s backpack while she held it on the other side.

“Logan!” Said Charles while watching. “Logan let go.” You said as you came up besides Logan and ripped his hands away from Laura’s backpack.

Logan huffed and walked towards the sink to grab a glass of water. You sat down next to Laura and gave her a kind smile which she sort of returned.

“Logan, the woman you met, that’s not her mother.” Charles said while following Logan.

“So she talks?” Asked Logan while looking at Laura. “We’re communicating.” Said Charles quietly.

“Communicating?” Repeated Logan as he handed Charles his pills. “Take these in now. We have to get out of here. It’s not safe here anymore. And you can’t have an attack out there, you understand?”

Charles nodded but raised his hand. “Yes but this is the mutant that i told you about.”

Your head whipped up at hearing the word ‘mutant’. “She needs our help.” Charles added.

“She isn’t a mutant!” Scoffed Logan. “Yes she is!” Yelled Charles.

“What’s her gift Charles? Eating? Pipe throwing?” Asked Logan sarcastically while shaking his head.

Suddenly there were rumbling noises outside and the building began to shake slightly.

Laura immediately got up and looked around her. “Hey it’s okay.” You said as you got up as well, trying to calm the girl down.

“Yes it’s just the choo-choo.” Charles said, trying to imitate a train.

“No it’s not.” Grunted Logan as he looked on the camera screen. You quickly went up to Logan and saw multiple cars heading towards your direction on the screen.

“We have to go.” Said Logan as he pushed Charles towards the back door of the building. “Let’s go!” Logan said to you while walking faster.

“Logan the girl!” You said as you looked at Laura. “Leave her, let’s go!” You sighed and motioned for Laura to follow you but she stayed inside.

“Fuck!” You groaned as you followed Logan outside. You helped Logan with getting Charles in the car before getting in yourself. Logan sprung behind the steering wheel and started the car.

He immediately drove off, hoping to find a way to escape but unfortunately cars were closing in on you on all sides.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Yelled Logan as he punched the steering wheel. “Logan!” You said loudly.

“Stay here okay?” Said Logan as he got out of the car to see Pierce in front of him again.

You watched them closely through the window until you saw Pierce punching Logan to the ground.

“Oh fuck no!” You said as you got out of the car. You saw how Logan tried to get up but a group of men came pouncing on him, hitting him and kicking him where they could, until Logan was bleeding.

“Hey assholes!” You yelled, getting the attention from the men who were attacking Logan.

You heard them growling before some of them ran towards you. A small smile appeared on your face as you teleported away just in time.

You spawned behind them and touched their shoulders. “Hit each other until you’re both dead.” You whispered into their ears before teleporting again.

The two men started hitting each other without wanting to, and soon enough they were both on the ground.

You teleported to Logan and pierced the other guys who were still hitting and kicking Logan, in their necks with a small knife you always carried with you.

“Here get up.” You said as you helped Logan up. “Are you okay.” You asked as he held onto you. “Yes, are you?” He asked while checking your body to see if there were any injuries. “I’m fine Logan.” You chuckled as you cupped his cheek.

“There she is!” Sounded Pierce from behind you two. You and Logan quickly turned around to see Laura coming out of the building with something in her hands.

You watched how Pierce tried to lure Laura to him, but Laura didn’t listen. Then she threw the thing she was holding before Pierce’s feet.

It was the head of one of his men.

“Holy fuck.” You said as you watched the sight in front of you. Logan kept you close to him as he watched Pierce’s men raise their guns to Laura.

“We have to help, Logan.” You whispered, but he shook his head. “Not yet.” He said.

The moment Pierce’s men began to fire their guns, Laura started screaming and jumped from man to man scratching at their necks, heads, shoulders, stomach’s and legs.

Then you saw it. Laura had two metal claws coming out of her hands. “Logan…” You breathed as you squeezed his arm.

Logan couldn’t believe his eyes. Charles was right. She was a mutant. And very much like Logan too.

“We have to help her!” You yelled before teleporting to Laura, helping her fight off various of Pierce’s men. Logan joined in as well. Scratching at their bodies as best as he could.

One guy tried to grab you by your neck but you were too fast. You teleported behind him and whispered something in his ear. Before you knew it he was choking on his own tongue while falling to the floor.

“Watch out!” You heard Logan yell as someone grabbed you by your arm and slammed you to the ground.

You felt lightheaded and tried to teleport but it didn’t work. You saw how the man climbed on top of you, a knife in his hand.

Suddenly Logan jumped onto the guy and smashed his claws into his head. “Get the fuck away from her.” He said as he pulled his claws out of the man.

He quickly went over to you and helped you up. “Fuck, are you okay?” Logan asked worriedly. “I’m fine.” You grunted as you held your head.

“We have to go.” You said while watching more cars approach. “Sounds like a plan.” Said Logan as he pulled you with him.

“Here get in!” He yelled as he opened the front door to the passenger seat. You jumped in the car before Logan did the same on the other side.

“Charles are you okay?” You asked as Logan took off. “Y-yes i’m fine.” Said a slightly confused Charles.

“We have to get Laura.” You told Logan. He gave you a nod and turned the car around.

“Laura!” You yelled as you neared her. Laura looked around and saw the car. You watched how she jumped onto the last guy, scratching his head open before she jumped onto the car.

“Fuck she’s amazing.” You smiled slightly as Laura slid into the vehicle through the rooftop window of the car.

Logan sped up and drove right through the entrance gates of the old facility you two had made your home.

“We’re being followed.” You said warily as you saw multiple cars chase after you, from behind and from the sides.

“Shit!” Cursed Logan as he tried his best to keep ahead of them.

A car was approaching your left and you watched how Laura smashed her claws through the window to hit the driver’s head.

“Wonderful…” Chimed Charles as he was watching the young mutant.

The same happened a few more times and you helped Laura. Using your teleporting ability to switch from car to car to kill Pierce’s men.

When it was clear you guys were ahead, you teleported back to Logan’s car.

Logan immediately looked at you with wide eyes. “What? I’m good at what i do.” You smiled causing Logan to shake his head.

“Watch out!” You said while pointing ahead of you. A train was approaching. “We have to be faster.” Logan muttered as he pressed as hard as he could on the gas pedal.

You were pressed back into your seat as Logan drove the car over the railway just in time.

You looked back to see Pierce and his men being stopped on the other side of the railway because of the train.

“We made it!” You exclaimed excitedly as Logan kept driving at full speed.

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in the back of your left shoulder. “Fuck…” You murmured as you tried to look at what it was.

“Are you okay?” Asked Logan in a worried tone while looking at you. “Yeah i’m fine.” You said uncomfortably as you shifted in your seat.

“You’re bleeding.” You heard Charles say from behind you. Logan immediately looked at your shoulder and saw a red patch of blood forming on your shirt.

Logan cursed under his breath while tightening his hands on the steering wheel. “Logan it’s fine. It’s just a little scratch.” You told him softly.

“Yeah sure.” Logan sighed as he put his eyes back on the road.

~

After being sure you all were a big step ahead of Pierce, Logan pulled up at a small gas station to refill the gas of the car and to think of what to do next.

“I’m going to the bathroom to see what is going on with my shoulder.” You said softly as you got out of the car with a few grunts.

Logan watched how you disappeared in the small store the gas station owned while sighing.

“Logan.” Charles said, making Logan turn his head to the back of the car to see Laura getting a bit restless.

“Take her to that thing over there.” Charles pointed in front of him and Logan followed his finger. It landed on a small machine in the form of a pony. It was that kind of thing where you put in some coins and the pony would move for a minute or so. Logan scoffed while shaking his head.

“Please Logan.” Sighed Charles. Logan rolled his eyes before getting out of the car. “Fine.” He said while opening the back door for Laura.

Laura followed Logan to the pony and got lifted onto it by him. “Here.” Logan said as he handed Laura a handful of coins. He explained to Laura what she needed to do and then told her to stay put before also entering the small store of the gas station.

Logan immediately made his way to the restroom while calling your name.

“In here.” You said as you opened your stall. “Are you okay?” Asked Logan softly. “No i need your help.” You sighed as you went out of the stall into the main area of the restoom with a mirror and a sink.

“Here.” You said while handing Logan a small first aid kit. “I just bought it.” You explained when you noticed Logan’s confusion.

“I need you to stitch me up.” You spoke softly while turning to Logan. “Okay.” Was all he said as he stepped closer to you.

He placed the first aid kit on the sink before clearing his throat. “I think it works better if you take off your shirt.” Logan said awkwardly while avoiding your gaze.

“Okay.” You nodded and tried to take your shirt off, but you couldn’t due to the immense pain you were feeling in your shoulder.

“Here let me.” Logan offered quietly as he put his hands on the hem of your shirt. He very carefully pulled your shirt up and gently removed both of your arms out of the sleeves without causing too much pain.

“There you go.” Smiled Logan slightly as he threw your shirt on the sink as well.

“Thank you.” You smiled while looking up at him. Logan suddenly realized that you were just wearing a bra now and quickly looked away.

“Okay let’s get you stitched up.” He said while clearing his throat. “Yeah sure thing.” You said as you turned to the mirror. You watched how Logan moved behind you and opened the first aid kit. He grabbed the needle and a thread and started prepping.

After years of keeping his emotions tightly guarded, Logan finally allowed himself to let you in. Seeing you get hurt had triggered something in him, even though the injury was small, he realized he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you too.

It was a small yet profound moment when he helped you tend to your injury, his hands gentle despite the hardened exterior. As he carefully stitched up your wound, the walls he'd built around his heart began to crumble, revealing a vulnerability he had denied for far too long.

In that shared silence, Logan's silent admission of trust and affection spoke volumes. When he finished stitching your injury, he turned you around and looked into your eyes, and in an unspoken understanding, you both leaned in, sharing a tender kiss that sealed the beginning of a deeper, more genuine connection.

“Lo…” You whispered as your lips parted. “I love it when you call me that.” Logan breathed as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to let you in.” He said quietly while closing his eyes. “It’s okay Lo.” You smiled softly while running a hand through his hair.

“Please don’t ever get hurt again.” Logan chuckled slightly. “It wasn’t even that bad asshole.” You laughed as you playfully hit Logan’s arm.

“Still, i don’t like seeing you in pain.” Logan shrugged. You rolled your eyes before taking a step back. “I’ll be more careful then.” You smirked slightly before you heard someone clearing their throat.

You both looked to your right to see Laura in front of you.

“What the fuck.” Muttered Logan, immediately transforming back into his usual grumpy self.

You watched how Laura walked towards you and handed you a new white shirt. “Thank you Laura.” You smiled sweetly.

“Did you even pay for that?” Asked Logan, but Laura ignored him and left the restroom.

Logan sighed as he rubbed his temple. “I’m going to pay for that shirt. See you outside?” Asked Logan softly. You smiled and gave him a nod.

You watched how Logan placed a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the restroom as well.

Logan couldn’t help but smile as he exited the restroom and thought back to the kiss you and him shared just moments ago.

He was so glad it happened, but he was also so angry at himself for letting it take so goddamn long. He knew he wanted you a long time ago. He was just so afraid of scaring you away, or hurting you, or letting you die. But Logan knew that was all nonsense now. He would never let anything bad happen to you. He would protect you until his last breath.

He swore that to himself.

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Logan should have been the key to healing Charles' broken heart in dofp.

(In a non-ship way)

While it gave us the great scene of Charles talking to himself, I hate that that was the answer in dofp. I argue that Logan actually was the "right guy" to help Charles right then.

Charles was broken in dofp because of heart break. At the core of the X-Men Charles is offering love, family, and home to people in need of it. And in dofp his first two attempts at that have failed spectacularly.

With Raven he felt he had a sister, fully and without qualification. They were siblings and he loved her and the mansion was their home. But she leaves and casually informs him it was never her home and he was so very easy for her to leave behind. She was his sister since he was 12 and in the 20 years between First Class and Dark Phoenix he sees her twice.

With Erik the cut was even deeper. As with her, he found someone wounded and immediately bonded to him. Here was someone who had been abused horrifically, was elbow deep in blood, seeing only rage and pain in himself, surviving but not living. And Charles saw his heart and offered him love and a home. As with Raven, he said "You're wonderful. I'll love you and we'll be family and this will be your home."

And Erik threw him away.

Charles can't hope anymore. His heartbreak is a devastating blow to a telepath.

Now we have Logan. Logan originally came to Charles a wounded man. Abused, elbow deep in blood, seeing only rage and pain in himself, surviving but not living, but with a good heart. He's the perfect mirror to Erik but when Charles offered him home and family, Logan stayed. And stayed and stayed.

As cherik shippers we focus on Erik being at Charles' side in the dark future, but so is Logan. At the end Charles is flanked by them both. One in front and one behind. Charles doesn't leave the plane till Storm and Logan have stepped out first. They're being hunted by machines and Charles is a telepath in a wheelchair. He is utterly vulnerable and helpless against this foe. Logan is there in the position of a bodyguard. In the movie "Logan" they expand even further into this dynamic and as someone who's been there, I cannot fully express the depth of love and devotion that would be necessary to do what Logan does for Charles in that movie. Caring for a loved one with dementia and mobility issues is hard. And ugly. But Logan is still holding on to Charles. This is his family and he's not letting go.

Erik and Raven threw Charles away, and we know from DP that Hank does as well in this timeline. But in Logan all Charles' love is reciprocated. And through Logan's memories Charles could see the school he builds. All his X-Men. His family.

Without his powers Charles has no idea of any of this. Logan is just some dude who showed up and said "I'm from the future. Grab your coat, we gotta break your ex out of prison and save the world." When Logan offers up his mind to him is when Charles could finally see that the future he's building will be good. His love WILL be reciprocated. His future self just telling him "You'll suffer and that's good because you can use it to help people" isn't enough. That's the opposite of hope, that's literally radical acceptance: a coping mechanism for when there is zero hope.

But! If you change that scene just a bit. Now Logan is certain that he's the problem. He readily admits to Charles that he's not the guy. He's totally wrong. It was meant to be Charles that went back, but they're stuck with him. Logan intends to send Charles to himself but Charles' powers are barely firing. He stumbles on to Logan's pain and recoils. Logan encourages him again and now he's looking forward but instead of jumping right to the target, he's wary after the hit of pain. He has to make his way there gradually. He sees his school. He sees his found family. It's all through Logan's perception so he feels how Logan came there, sees the clear mirroring to Erik, sees that this time his faith was rewarded, feels Logan's trust and love. Sees that when it all falls apart Logan is still there as are so many of his X-Men, that their family bonds are ironclad.

Then, and only then, he meets his older self. And yes, his powers hurt. Yes he will naturally draw to him the most wounded of people. But (and this is an important but) the payoff is that these people are wonderful and they love him. It's not all pain for the sake of others, he also gets happiness. He gets a home full of family and children and hope. His empty mansion that once held only pain and abuse and loneliness is now a true home.

All his older self offered to him was a future of self sacrifice. Logan could have offered him a future of family. Logan was the key to healing Charles' broken heart.

[stormyelliotwritez]

i just feel like. charles xavier w autistic reader. walk with me. 1. r wouldnt have to actually communicate if nonverbal or like too overwhelmed to do anything. 2. i feel like charles could just atleast get some grasp of understanding on r more than others for.. obvious reasons 🦕

CHARLES YESSSSSS this request so made for me ngl like if i met charles, you bet im not talking like at all

MIND-READING TIME

(also to clarify, they’re dating or at least seeing each other coz i don’t outwardly say it but yeah, both adults and together)

It was so so loud at the manor and you’d been struggling to talk all day and it was just too much. You just wanted it to stop! You curled up under your covers and started to cry.

“Darling, are you okay?”

Someone’s voice was in your head. It almost sounded like… Charles? Why would he care? He was too busy.

“I’m never too busy for you.”

There was a knock on your bedroom door. No one else would be knocking at this time besides him. You went to talk but no noise came out.

“Come in,” you thought.

He nudged the door open and rolled in, his wheelchair making a squeaky sound. He smiled at you as he rolled up next to your bed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

You tried to talk again but no noise came out. He reached out and put his hand on your knee before squeezing it. “Just think, okay?”

You nodded and wiped the tears away from your eyes. He’d always understood you and never got mad when you got like this.

“It’s too loud.”

He smiled at you sadly before patting the spot in front of him, beckoning you over. You pushed the covers off and crawled over so you were sitting in front of him. He held his hands up near your temples.

“Can I?”

You nodded, knowing what he wanted to do. He didn’t do it much because it could be disorienting but he always knew when you needed it. You shut your eyes and waited.

He put his fingers against your temples and… the world went quiet. You couldn’t hear the kids screaming outside. You couldn’t hear the birds. You couldn’t even hear yourself breathing. It was so… nice.

“Better?”

It was. It always was.

“Yeah.”

Slowly, he moved his hands to your shoulders and squeezed gently. He’d always understood you. You thought you knew why and you were pretty sure now. He’d always been different just like you.

“Help me onto the bed?”

You nodded, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You gently helped him up and onto the bed. He smiled at you and leaned his head on your shoulder once you were both sitting on the bed.

“I can make it quiet more often, my dear?”

That’d be nice. He really did know how you ticked and how to help.

“Yes please.”

He smiled and moved his hand to hold yours. Your fingers interlaced and he stroked the top of your hand with his thumb. Your tears had dried up and the lack of sound made everything better. You could think again. Your brain didn’t hurt anymore. He took a deep breath before clearing his throat.

“Do you know why you couldn’t talk?”

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and shrugged.

“Coz I’m autistic.”

That’s the only thing you knew. That’s how everyone and you had explained away how you’d shut down and freak out. He nodded and squeezed your hand.

“Yeah, that of course, and everything gets too loud and your head hurts and your mouth just doesn’t want to work, right?”

You nodded and glanced at him again out of the corner of your eye. How did he-

“I get it too sometimes. Everything’s too much.”

You sighed in relief. Of course he understood. He always did.

“Oh, that, that makes sense and thanks.”

You both smiled and squeezed each other’s hands. You sat there for what felt like ages, just talking by thinking, and squeezing each other’s hands every so often. Everything stayed quiet and eventually, you fell asleep in his arms.

“Sleep tight, my beautiful boy,” he said sweetly.

[pandapetals]

Get Along

logan howlett x fem!reader - bit of angst, bickering, handcuffed, logan being logan, princess nickname, no mention of description of reader, no use of Y/N.

After a mission, Logan and You couldn't work as a team so Charles decides to take action by forcing you both to wear handcuffs.

read on Ao3

“This is ridiculous, Professor!” you shouted, trying to jerk your hand free from Charles’s telepathic grip before the cold steel of the handcuffs snapped around your wrist. The metal clinked as you struggled, but the grip was like iron. 

Logan groaned, clearly as displeased as you were, but it wasn’t like he had a choice either. Nearby, Charles Xavier sat in his wheelchair, his eyes glowing faintly as he used his telepathic powers to stop Logan from stirring—one of the rogue mutants who had been causing havoc during the mission. The battle was over, but apparently, your problems were just beginning.

“You two need to learn to work together as a team,” Charles said, his voice firm but laced with his usual calm authority. His eyes shifted to Logan as the other half of the handcuff snapped around his wrist. “Logan especially. What if someone had been seriously hurt today? Not everyone is lucky enough to have your healing ability.”

You winced as the cuff locked with a sharp click, binding you to Logan in the most literal way possible. “Professor,” you began, turning to Charles with a pleading expression, “it’s not my fault this caveman doesn’t play well with others. I—”

“Caveman, huh?” Logan growled, cutting you off as he shot you a glare, his jaw tight. His voice was low, and dangerous, as if he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any more insults. “You weren’t exactly a team player out there either.”

You whipped your head toward him, eyes narrowed. “Maybe I would’ve been if you hadn’t gone charging in like a bull with claws!”

Charles sighed, the weariness clear in his expression as he watched the two of you bicker like children. “And that,” he said pointedly, “is exactly why this is necessary. You both need to learn how to work together and until you do, the cuffs stay on.”

“What?” You and Logan said in unison, both sets of eyes widening as you stared at Charles in disbelief. Logan’s hands flexed slightly, and you could feel the tension in his arm as it moved against yours.

Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by your outrage. “You’ve both proven time and again that you can’t function as a team. This mission was a prime example. So, until you can manage to complete one without tearing each other apart, you’ll be... bound together. Literally.”

Logan let out a growl of frustration, his teeth gritting audibly. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I assure you, I’m not,” Charles said, folding his hands in his lap. “I expect you to start training together tomorrow. You’ll be shadowing each other until I see some real cooperation. Understood?”

You wanted to argue, to protest that this was some kind of cruel joke, but the look on Charles’ face told you this wasn’t negotiable. Logan, for all his grumbling and posturing, knew it too.

“Fine,” you muttered under your breath, though your mind was already racing with the implications of being handcuffed to Logan for... who knew how long.

Logan, however, was less subtle in his reaction. “This is bullshit,” he growled, yanking his arm in frustration—dragging you with it. You stumbled, your shoulder slamming into his side, and shot him an angry glare.

“Watch it!” you snapped, regaining your balance and tugging your arm back, though the metal cuffs bit into your wrist as you did.

“You’re the one who won’t stop flailing around,” Logan shot back, his eyes flashing with irritation. “Quit being so dramatic.”

“I’m not dramatic!” you retorted, but it came out sharper than you intended. “Maybe if you didn’t act like a one-man army every time we’re out there, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Logan opened his mouth to argue, but Charles interrupted with a calm but firm, “That’s enough. The both of you.”

The silence that followed was tense. You could feel the heat rising in your chest, your frustration mixing with the undeniable irritation of being physically tethered to someone as stubborn and reckless as Logan. He wasn’t happy about it either—you could see the muscles in his jaw tightening, his fists clenching and unclenching as if he was fighting the urge to snap the cuffs in two.

But you both knew better than to argue with Charles. And, deep down, you had to admit that he had a point. You and Logan… you’d been butting heads since the day you joined the team. If it wasn’t his lone-wolf attitude, it was your refusal to back down from a fight.

“Now,” Charles said, his voice returning to its usual calm demeanor, “the danger room is ready for you. Have fun.”

Logan let out a huff of frustration, then tugged on the cuffs, forcing you to stumble forward again as he started walking toward the door. “C’mon,” he muttered as if the decision to leave was entirely his.

“Oh, sure,” you said, exasperated as you tried to keep pace with him. “Just drag me around. No big deal.”

He smirked over his shoulder, that familiar cocky grin making an appearance. “You’ll survive. Don’t be such a princess.”

You glared daggers at him. “I swear to God, Logan, if you keep this up—”

“What? You’ll lecture me to death?” he teased, clearly finding amusement in your frustration. “That’s what you do, right? Stand there and tell me how I’m doing everything wrong?”

You clenched your jaw, feeling the frustration bubble up again. “I wouldn’t have to if you ever bothered to listen.”

Logan stopped suddenly, spinning around so quickly that you almost collided with his chest. You were about to snap at him again, but when you looked up, his expression had shifted, a mix of irritation and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“I don’t need someone watchin’ my back,” he said quietly, his voice losing its usual edge. ��I’ve been doin’ this a hell of a lot longer than you.”

You swallowed the sharp retort on your tongue, suddenly aware of how close he was—of the tension in his shoulders, the roughness of his breathing. For a moment, neither of you moved, the world outside the two of you falling away.

“I’m not trying to watch your back,” you said, your voice softer than before. “I’m just trying to make sure we all get through this in one piece.”

Logan’s eyes flickered, something unreadable passing behind them. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he took a step back, breaking the moment as he turned toward the door again.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice low. “Well, let’s see if these damn cuffs don’t kill us before the bad guys do.”

You huffed out a laugh, despite yourself. “Agreed.”

As you both walked toward the exit, the handcuffs clinking softly with each step, you couldn’t help but think that maybe—just maybe—Charles was onto something. If the two of you were going to make it out there as a team, you had to learn to rely on each other.

For the first time, you wondered if Logan might just be thinking the same thing.

The hallways of the mansion felt narrower with Logan’s steady presence next to you, the clinking of the handcuffs an irritating reminder that you weren’t going anywhere without him. His steps were heavy, but controlled, while you found yourself struggling to keep up, your shorter strides barely matching his long, purposeful gait.

“Would it kill you to slow down?” you snapped, tugging on the chain as you tried to get him to ease up.

Logan glanced at you, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk again. “Keep up, princess. I’m not used to takin’ it easy.”

You glared at him. “You don’t have to call me that, you know.”

“What?” Logan slowed slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Princess? Seems to fit.”

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to stomp on his foot. “I swear if you call me that one more time—”

“Yeah, yeah. Heard it before.” Logan waved a dismissive hand, but his smirk softened into something less mocking, almost playful. Still, there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn’t eased, and you could feel the undercurrent of irritation still humming between you both.

The two of you reached the elevator at the end of the hall, and Logan pressed the button with more force than necessary. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to ignore the weight of his presence beside you. This was going to be a nightmare. You both knew it, but neither of you wanted to admit it.

The doors slid open, and you both stepped inside, the silence between you growing heavier. The elevator hummed as it descended, and you caught Logan glancing at the cuff connecting the two of you, his jaw twitching slightly.

“You think they’ll really help?” you asked, breaking the silence. “I mean, it’s not like we’ll suddenly turn into a dream team just because we’re stuck together.”

Logan grunted, his eyes forward. “Nope. But maybe we’ll stop tryin’ to kill each other long enough to get somethin’ done.”

You couldn’t help but snort at that, the absurdity of it all hitting you again. “Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The elevator doors slid open again, and the two of you stepped into the large, sprawling living room that led to the training rooms downstairs. A few of the younger students were hanging around, and they shot you curious glances as they noticed the cuffs.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. “Now we’re the entertainment.”

Logan ignored the stares, his eyes set on the far door. He tugged on the chain, pulling you along without a second thought. “Ignore ‘em.”

You sighed but followed, half dragged as you made your way to the training area. The large metal door to the Danger Room loomed ahead, and you felt a knot of tension form in your stomach. It wasn’t the training that bothered you—you could handle that—it was being tied to Logan in a high-stress, life-or-death simulation. The last time the two of you had been in there together, you’d barely made it out without seriously hurting each other.

Logan stopped in front of the door, punching in the code with his free hand. The doors slid open with a hiss, revealing the massive, empty training room beyond. It was quiet now, but you both knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

“You ready for this?” Logan asked, glancing at you with a sideways look that held more weight than usual. His voice was gruff, but there was something under it, something that told you he didn’t entirely hate the idea of trying this out. Maybe he was curious too—curious if you could actually pull this off without getting each other killed.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you muttered, stepping inside with him.

The doors shut behind you, the sound echoing in the large room. You took a deep breath, glancing around the empty space. There was no telling what kind of scenario Charles had programmed for you this time. It could be anything—a city under attack, a stealth mission, an ambush. Whatever it was, you knew one thing: you and Logan were about to be tested in ways neither of you had expected.

Logan cracked his knuckles, his eyes scanning the room as the familiar hum of the Danger Room systems kicked to life. “Guess we better figure out how to do this without killin’ each other.”

“Yeah, guess so,” you said, feeling a flicker of unease. “Any ideas on how to pull that off?”

He glanced at you, his expression serious now. “Stay close, watch my back, and I’ll watch yours.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That simple, huh?”

Logan shrugged. “Doesn’t have to be complicated. You follow my lead, and we’ll get through it.”

You hesitated, your natural instinct to argue rising up, but something in his tone stopped you. For the first time, Logan wasn’t being cocky, wasn’t dismissing you or treating you like an annoyance. There was a certain level of respect in his words, a mutual understanding that you hadn’t expected.

“Alright,” you said, your voice softer than before. “I can do that.”

Before Logan could respond, the floor beneath you rumbled. The walls of the room flickered, and in an instant, the empty training space transformed into a war zone. Skyscrapers loomed overhead, fires raged in the distance, and the sound of explosions shook the ground beneath your feet.

“Stay sharp,” Logan said, his eyes scanning the chaotic scene. “They’ll come at us fast.”

You nodded, your heart rate already picking up as the first wave of enemies appeared—armed soldiers, mutant hunters, and sentinels materializing from the smoke. They came at you from all directions, their weapons aimed and ready.

Logan didn’t waste a second. He moved like a predator, pulling you with him as he dodged the first barrage of gunfire, his claws sliding out with a familiar snikt sound.

“Stay close,” he barked, and this time, you didn’t argue.

The two of you moved in sync, much to your surprise. Logan cut through the enemies with brutal efficiency, his claws flashing as he cleared a path, and you followed close behind, using your powers to deflect and disable attacks aimed your way.

The handcuffs clinked as you fought, but you hardly noticed them now. You ducked under Logan’s arm as he swung at an enemy, your blast of energy hitting the soldier before he could get a shot off. Logan grunted in approval, his body moving instinctively in sync with yours as if the two of you had been doing this for years.

It wasn’t perfect—there were still moments when you’d stumble or when Logan would yank you in a direction you weren’t ready for—but for the first time, it felt like you weren’t working against each other.

Another sentinel approached, its mechanical limbs reaching for you both. Logan lunged, pulling you with him as you dodged its massive hand, your combined efforts bringing the towering machine down in a flurry of sparks and metal.

As the final wave of enemies dissipated, you both stood there, catching your breath, the tension in the air thick but different now. There was a sense of accomplishment, of shared victory that neither of you had expected.

Logan glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “Not bad, princess. Guess you don’t need as much hand-holdin’ as I thought.”

You shot him a tired but satisfied grin. “Same goes for you, caveman. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.” 

Logan gave you a sideways glance, wiping sweat from his brow. “Don’t get too cocky. We’ve still got more rounds to go.” His voice was gruff as usual, but there was something else underneath—something that felt almost like approval.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at your lips. “Right, because fighting alongside you is such a walk in the park.”

Logan’s lips twitched into a half-smirk. “You’ll live.”

Before you could respond, the ground beneath you rumbled again, signaling the start of another round. The Danger Room simulation flickered for a brief second, and then the scenery changed, shifting into something even more intense than before.

The cityscape reappeared, this time with fires raging out of control, and the sounds of explosions and collapsing buildings filled the air. You didn’t have time to react before another wave of enemies materialized—this time, larger, more heavily armed sentinels flanked by soldiers with advanced tech.

Logan tensed beside you, his claws sliding out with that familiar snikt as he prepared to charge. “Stay close,” he barked, glancing at you with a sharp, determined look. “We got this.”

You nodded, adrenaline already coursing through your veins as you powered up, the energy crackling at your fingertips. “Let’s do it.”

The battle started fast—too fast. The enemies were more coordinated this time, their attacks more brutal, as if the simulation had adjusted to compensate for how well you’d handled the last round. You and Logan moved together again, but this time, the pace was relentless. You dodged and countered, blasting back at sentinels and disabling their attacks, but something felt different. Harder.

As Logan tore through a group of soldiers, you found yourself facing off against one of the sentinels on your own. Its red, glowing eyes fixed on you, and before you could fully brace yourself, it swung its massive arm, slamming into you with full force.

“Shit!” Logan’s voice echoed through the chaos, but it was too late.

The impact sent you flying through the air, the world spinning in a blur as you felt the cuffs yank harshly on your wrist. Pain exploded in your side as you hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop against a pile of debris. You gasped, the wind knocked out of you, your vision swimming as you tried to catch your breath.

Logan was at your side in an instant, his voice low and rough with worry. He tugged on the cuffs, the chain pulling between you painfully. His eyes flickered between you and the sentinel looming overhead, its massive foot raising to crush you both.

Without hesitation, Logan growled, and with a sudden, violent pull, he yanked the cuffs taut—then snapped the chain like it was nothing.

You blinked, barely registering the pain in your side as you stared at him. The cuffs. He just... broke them.

The sentinel’s foot came crashing down, but Logan was already moving. He scooped you up like you weighed nothing, his arms strong and steady as he dodged the attack, carrying you out of harm’s way. You winced as the pain in your ribs flared, but you clung to him instinctively, the world still spinning around you.

“Computer, end simulation!” Logan shouted, his voice sharp with urgency.

The Danger Room responded immediately, the chaotic battlefield flickering away as the walls returned to their smooth, metallic state. Silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Logan set you down gently, kneeling beside you, his expression hard but deeply concerned. “You alright?” His voice was softer now, the usual edge gone, replaced by something almost... vulnerable.

You nodded, wincing as you tried to sit up. “I’m fine,” you said, though the sharp pain in your ribs said otherwise. “Just... got the wind knocked out of me.”

“Bullshit,” Logan muttered, his hands hovering just above your side as if he wasn’t sure whether to touch you. “You’re hurt. Damn, sentinels don’t know when to quit.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, still a little dazed from both the hit and the fact that Logan had just broken the cuffs—and ended the simulation early. His usual bravado was gone, replaced by an intensity that caught you off guard. He wasn’t just worried—he was really worried.

“I’ll heal,” you said, trying to shrug it off, but the wince that followed betrayed you.

Logan’s jaw clenched, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours. “You’re not me. You don’t just walk away from shit like this without help.”

You blinked, the sharpness of his words cutting through the fog in your mind. He wasn’t mocking you. He wasn’t teasing. He was dead serious, and the way his eyes searched your face for any signs of serious injury made your chest tighten in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Logan,” you started, your voice quieter now. “I’m okay.”

But he didn’t look convinced. His hand finally rested on your arm, firm but careful, as if he didn’t want to cause you any more pain. “You sure?” he asked, his voice gruff but thick with an emotion you hadn’t heard from him before.

You nodded, though the pain in your ribs was still sharp. “I’ll be fine. It’s just bruises.”

Logan’s shoulders relaxed a fraction, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes stayed on yours, something unspoken passing between you—something raw and real. He had been worried. Really, truly worried about you.

And for the first time, you saw him in a different light.

This wasn’t the cocky, reckless Logan you’d always bickered with. This was someone who cared. Someone who, beneath all the rough edges, was just as protective as he was strong. The way he had ended the simulation without hesitation, the way he had pulled you out of danger without a second thought—it wasn’t just instinct. It was something more.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Logan’s eyes softened, the tension easing from his face as he gave you a short nod. “Don’t mention it.”

But you knew it wasn’t that simple. This moment—this quiet, unexpected moment between the two of you—was a turning point. The banter, the teasing, the bickering... it was still there, but beneath it, something else had taken root. Something neither of you had acknowledged until now.

Logan stood slowly, helping you to your feet with a gentleness that still surprised you. The broken handcuffs dangled from his wrist, but neither of you made any move to remove them. The training was over, but the connection between you—one built on trust, respect, and now a hint of something more—was just beginning.

As you walked out of the Danger Room together, Logan’s steady presence beside you, you couldn’t help but wonder what came next. The thought of working with him didn’t seem so bad.

[vxmpfreak]

Old!(Professor) Charles Xavier x reader SMUT

warnings: 18+ mdni, dirty talk, biting, no plot, dom!reader, size difference, large age gap, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), face riding

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You knew what you’d be dealing with the moment you agreed to start dating the Professor, considering the large age gap, he didn’t mind having a pretty girl like you bouncing on his cock like it’s only thing you knew. Charles knew that most of his students wouldn’t approve of dating a woman practically their age. That’s why he made sure to keep that pretty little mouth shut.

You giggled as you came out the bathroom with a black lace set that barely covered your cunt. Your breasts overflowed in the cups, the panties complimented your ass like never before. You looked like an absolute slut and he was there for it.

“Would you look at that? Getting all nice and pretty for me?” Charles said as he was already on the bed, almost bare as he still kept his briefs on, leaving you some work. You can already see the huge tent that formed the more the older man looked at you.

“Like it?” Your voice came out in a slutty tone, cat walking over to Charles. You crawled into the bed and arched in front of him, your face dangerously close to his clothed cock. You blew some air against it, smiling as you watched the way Charles shivered.

“No teasing sweet girl, not today.” Charles sighed as he watched you pull out his hard cock, the angry red tip already dripping with precum as it was begging to be touched. You watched the cock pulse under your fingers as Charles let out a small groan.

You finally decided to give in and wrapped your lips around the head, sucking softly. Charles let out a deep sigh as he pat your head gently, rubbing his hand through your hair and softly pushing your head lower. You got the hint and started to bob your head up and down, pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

If you were to ask Charles a year before, he’d tell you that he wouldn’t have any idea that he’d eventually have a pretty girl that was 70 years younger than he is, choking on his cock. Mhm. 70.

“That’s enough love..You’ll make me finish quicker than I expected.” Charles said as he gently pulled you off his cock, smiling as he looked at your dazed eyes. He let out a sigh as you climbed into his lap, moving your panties to the side. Charles may be in a wheelchair but that doesn’t mean he can’t have a good time.

You let out a gasp as you sunk down on his dick, your walls clenching tightly around him as you tried to adjust. Charles let out a deep groan as he felt your walls flutter around him. You were always so tight for him and he loved it. You knew he’d always stretch you out with his size.

You let out a loud moan as you lifted yourself up and went back down, riding him slowly but soon picking up your pace, falling into a steady rhythm. Charles let out moans and groans, putting his hands on your ass as he fastened your movements, making you bounce harder on his cock, your juices making it easier for you to make him slid in and out of you. A homemade slip n slide.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart..such a pretty girl..” Charles praised you as you fastened your pace, feeling the familiar knot form in your stomach. You let out higher pitched moans as you picked up your speed, trying your best to cum, wanting that feeling. Charles let out a loud groan as he gripped your hips and slammed you down on him, keeping you there as you both cummed hard. You leaned forward and harshly bit into his bare shoulder, muffling your loud moans as you felt him unload himself inside you. You got off and watched as his pearly white cum slowly dropped out of you. Charles let out a sigh as he leaned over and pushed a finger inside you, stuffing his load back in as you reacted with a loud moan.

Charles grunted as he laid down fully on the bed, looking at you expectantly. “What?” You asked as you looked at him, still trying to catch your breath from your previous high.

“I can’t just go to sleep knowing I didn’t give that pretty thing attention.” Charles said, referring to your pussy. You smiled as you crawled over to him, lifting yourself up and sitting down on his face. You let out a loud moan as he licks a stride along your folds, soon plunging his tongue into your entrance, moving the muscle in and out. He soon wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, gently nibbling at it, causing you to moan and grind your hips on his face.

He spent a hot minute making out with your pussy, the taste of you and him combined filled up his tastebuds. You gripped the bed frame as you started to properly ride his face, his hands on your plump ass as he let you do as you please. You let out high pitched moans as you come apart on his face, your juices filing up his mouth as he lapped it all up, making you jerk from the overstimulation. You got off him and let out a giggle, laying next to him.

“Thank you, that felt amazing.” You breathed out, nuzzling into his side as he placed an arm around you, cuddling you. He placed a kiss on top of your head as he spoke in a soft voice,

“Thank you for the wonderful activity.”

You got up with a smile as you got a damp towel and cleaned both him and yourself, soon getting back into bed and cuddling your night away with occasional kisses.

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[mkpersephone]

I saw this on Qura about Professor X's character assassination in modern days comics and it fits perfectly:

it's pure character assassination. They've played with this idea before where Xavier's suppressed desires run amok for a while making him evil, or like Onslaught, the writers use the first excuse to make him an outright villain and plot device for "Heroes Reborn". Even Wolverine renaming the school the "Jean Grey School for Higher Learning" is one of the methods of trying to replace Xavier or rewrite his place in the hierarchy or question who is more 'saintly'. But when push came to shove the wheel would turn back because what actually sells (and is popular) is the classic, wheelchair-bound, parental, wise, and caring Professor Charles Xavier. I think they do this in these comics now because comics are dying, and the current writer wants these classic characters parroting their own thoughts and beliefs... even if it becomes the character's epitaph.

Honestly, modern writers DO NOT know how to try to build up a character or idea without tearing something down. And Xavier is always an awesome target because the ideal he stood for when originally created, (just like you pointed out in your answer) is one that ideologically is being opposed by today's progressives. There is no fight for equality, there is only ever varying levels of power and the struggle to have more. Having a straight white male who is a benevolent father figure to the wayward lost souls and moral center to an adoptive family unit is out of the question for modern writers. If you want to destabilize and re-write something in your own image, you attack the root, and Professor Charles Xavier is the root of the X-Men.

This whole story is WAY out of character for Xavier, but in their defense, I would say ever since Krakoa, each writer writes the characters as how they want to interpret the character. And this isn't the first character they've assassinated, including Moira McTaggert. Today, there is no Jim Shooter anymore trying to wrangle the whole bullpen and fighting the writers on bad ideas. (And to be fair, not all of his ideas were good and the writers fought him plenty, but the writers at the time were outstanding pros with long track records of great stories, not twitter account holders on their first comic who were given a job based on their race or sexuality).

When you stop knowing how to make great new characters, (heroes and villains alike), then you're stuck trying to reinvent the characters you have. That's been X-Men's problem for almost the last 20 years; when they make new characters, they're not really good and no one really cares. That leaves using the current stable... over and over and over again.

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

Rise and you should pay.

Logan howlett x reader

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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS!!!!

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Warnings: fluff idk, angst stuff. Normal mcu/xmen stuff. Logan howlett is hot. Idk what else.

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After years of working at the TVA, you'd have thought I was accustomed to being devastated by watching timelines fade and watching things disappear in front of my eyes. The amount of screams and cries and groans of agony, the scene of upset and destruction.

It never really becomes normal. Not for anyone. Not even for me. The noises are haunting. Horrifying. Those orange strands of death, veiny and disgustingly upsetting to stare at. I missed the x mansion. I missed staring at the stone walls. Hell, I even missed staring at Charles's wheelchair wheels roll around.

That's how I knew I was beginning to lose my mind. I wanted my powers back. I wanted my family and my life back. And above everything, I just wanted Logan back.

I had been assigned a high-profile retrieval mission to fetch the Wolverine alongside deadpool, the anti-hero mercenary that apparently everyone in the TVA despised. I still haven't found one person who even tolerates him.

But I turnt this mission down. They were using me for bait to bring Logan to them and do God knows what to him. I wasn't going to be an accomplice to that.

I didn't hate my job here. I suppose it got interesting most days. Sometimes, we got iron-Man variants stumble in. Most days, it was Loki variants, and on the rare occasion, scarlet witch.

Any other day felt like being an accountant.

And the week after, I dealt with my last Loki variant. I took the Wolverine job. Of course they were ecstatic but I wasn't doing it for their pleasure or for the sacred fuck around of the timeline. No, I just wanted my Logan back.

And God help anyone who would try to stop me.

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The void.

Deserted, hot, dry, and empty beyond horizon. My suit was clinging to me. By the end of this walk, I swore my body was going to be stained yellow and blue. I'd look like a van gogh paint palette in 20 minutes.

Groaning, I began to stumble toward a billboard, or what looked like a sign of some kind. Shade. Finally some fucking shade.

I wanted to find Logan. I really did. But I wasn't going to be able to do it. Without some fucking help that was for sure. I don't even know if he's here. But the TVA tazed me with their stick things and now I'm here.

"You know if you wanted shade that badly, you should have grown out your hair. It can be an awesome umbrella or the perfect love handles"

I didn't know who the fuck was talking to me. But I saw in the distance a red suit I felt I had definitely seen before. Black patches. God be damned blurry vision.

"Who the fuck is that?" I groaned, leaning my head against a pole.

I watched as they approached closer.

"Fuck" I cursed to myself.

"God you look like shit don't you?"

Deadpool.

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Logans arms were hard. They weren't comfortable sleeping on, but they were comfortable to hold and to be held by. He always smelt like woodfire and sweat. To be near him was to drown in the scent of the infamous wolverine.

Not a single person had ever expected him to smell of roses and sunshine. Well to me he smelt like heaven, but if you had ever asked Charles Xavier he'd say 'deodorant exists Logan. Use it'

It wasn't fair how badly I wanted him back.

"Is she gonna wake up or what? We have a bald freak to kill"

Wade's annoying voice. Fuck. I might have accidentally stumbled into hell, I fear.

"Shut the fuck up for once would you?" I mumbled.

Slowly, I sat up and instantly came face with four people. All confused and all faintly recognisable. One, obviously, was deadpool. One may have been blade, and I didn't know the other two. But I knew my back was killing me and I needed to fix that shit.

"Where the fuck am I?" I asked as I rolled my back into place.

"You're in the void. Welcome to hell" A female voice spoke.

"And who are all of you?"

One by one.

Blade

Elektra

Gambit

And for any other reason, Wade introduced himself. Even though I already fucking knew him.

"I need to get out of Here"

"Ya know ya could just stay, ya much safer ere"

Gambit. God, I could never understand him.

"Why are you all here?" I asked them. Mostly wade but I asked it as a collective.

"Well," Wade pointed to himself. "I'm here with wolvie, and we're gonna kill a bald freakazoid with all these gu-" he said in an unbearably happy tone.

"I'm sorry." I put my hand up "wolvie?"

"Yeah," Elektra spoke, "like wolverine?"

At the point I was convinced I had actually died. I was dead. The heat had finally gotten to me, and this was the price I paid for not dying honourably.

"Ya all good? Ya look pale."

I was too focused on 'wolvie' to listen to gambit. Wolverine. Wolverine. Wolverine. Gods above, I was going to throw up.

"I'm sorry, Wolverine?!" My mouth fell agape.

"Yeah, big yellow kitty, died heaps of times but never really dies. Sweaty all the time. Heroic and brave. Used to bang the phoenix lady"

I held my hand up again "Yeah Yeah I get it"

I looked around and stood up. The air was humid, and through a small window I could see trees. A forest? How in the fuck is there a forest here?

"Is he here?"

"Wolvie? Yeah, he's just there" Wade pointed behind me.

The scent, oh, that familiar scent. That intoxicating smell. It invades my sinuses.

"Who the fuck is this?"

It sounds just like him. It sounds like gaining memories back. It sounds like losing them. It sounds like campfires on the farm. It sounds like logans late night wood chopping activities.

I turnt around. Yellow. And blue. Blue. Yellow. Azure. Sapphire. Amber. Sunflower.

"Why the fuck is she dressed like me?" He grumbled

Blade hummed. "I was waiting for some to mention it"

There he was. His gruff face. Aged. Still lined in scruffy brown hair. Kitty ears still in his hair. Frown lines. Deep brown eyes and memories all over.

"Logan"

He furrowed his eyebrows and shoved my shoulder as he walked right passed me "how the fuck does she know my name? Who the fuck is this wade?!"

He doesn't remember me.

Hedoesntremmeberme he does n, he he , rmme.

My head hit the floor with a thud. It felt like taking a bullet for Logan for the first time. The first time ever felt something real.

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"You know him don't you?" Wade asked.

"Better than anyone"

The camp-fire crackled Amber in the dark forest. It brought back memories I didn't know If I wanted to keep or throw away.

"He's someone very important to me" I sighed

"He doesn't remember you. Do you know why?" Elektra asked

I tried to hold back tears. I missed xaviers' wise advice. I missed hearing Jean's voice tell me to relax and drink tea. I missed storms taking me for walks to clear my head. And I missed most of all, logans endless effort to help me.

"No. No, I don't know!" I threw one of my daggers at a tree, and it hit with a splitting thud into the wood. Elektra flinched, worried the tree would split completely and fall.

"I just want him back. It wasn't supposed to be like this"

No. Not like this at all.

[poppadom0912]

Holding On Sequel

Warnings: Mentions of guns, injuries, hospitals, angst

Summary: Recovery from the worst night of the Halstead's lives seems impossible.

A/N: Wrote this randomly when I remembered receiving several comments wanting a part two and after much deliberation on the plot, this is what I came up with. I'm not a medical professional, everything mentioned is all from google. Please enjoy the ending of this as there won't be a third part to what was supposed to be a oneshot ;)

*****

Things were never the same following the night of the accident.

Jay and Will found themselves at your beside for however long they were permitted to. During his shifts, at his breaks and whenever he found time, Will found himself in your room watching your coma ridden self and Jay would always call and text for updates, every other minute out of work spent in the hospital.

The surgery had been a success, no one ever doubted it when Connor took charge, but it was the aftermath that had gone downhill.

Cerebral hypoxia caused from the severe blood loss and haemorrhaging, causing damage to your brain, the extent of damage which even Abrams struggled to determine as long as you remained unconscious.

The coma lasted for such a long period of time that Abrams was hesitant in keeping your life support machine on.

Jay had a tiny bit of a go at the man for suggesting such a thing, Will attempting to hold him back from doing anything brash.

So Abrams took a step back for another week and the next time, Charles approached the brothers instead. His ever so gentle and understanding voice with his soft eyes causing them to crumble.

It seemed that everyone had come to a collective conclusion, tonight when both their shifts were over, they'd say their last messages and goodbyes before Abrams would pull the plug.

That day, like clockwork, Will took his lunch break too eat his sandwich at your side, talking and telling you everything and anything like he always did. Eventually, someone would always join him for moral support or for some company, either or, today it being April who also was on her break.

As Will combed his fingers through your knotted and greasy hair, their was a sudden spike in your heart monitor causing his fingers to abruptly pull at a tough knot, his own heart thundering, head snapping up to look at the machine in question.

Both doctor and nurse sat in silence, staring at the machine with sharp eyes, ready for any other fluctuations.

A higher pitched beep went off two minutes later, Will choking out a breathy laugh at the moment he believed was never going to come.

Struggling to formulate any thoughts, he turned back to look at you, his eyes softening paired with watery smile.

"it's okay Y/N." He swallowed harshly, barely listening to April calling for Abrams as the heart monitor continued to go off.

"Take as much time as you need."

*****

"Hey, you all finished?

Jay appeared out of nowhere, walking towards you with his keys in hand very casually like he hadn't just scared the living hell out of you.

"Yeah, almost. I just have to mark these last few questions and then we can go home." You said, gesturing to the test papers in front of you on your desk.

Jay hummed, perching himself on the tables that you forbid your kids from sitting on where he sat whistling till you were done.

Around fifteen minutes later, you were done. All your things were now back in their shelves and drawers, your bag packed as your announced you could leave now.

Jumping off the table, Jay rounded the desk and took hold of the wheelchair handles, pushing you out of the classroom, pausing so you could lock the door behind you.

This was your new norm.

Two months post waking up from your coma and, you were thriving as much as you could adjusting to this new lifestyle.

Only two weeks ago were you able to get back to work, spending all your time in and out of rehab and physical therapy, the latter of which you still attended.

The Cerebral Hypoxia affected your ability to speak and walk, the former which was fixed within a month of rehab but the latter...

Well, you were in a wheelchair for a reason.

To cater to such a sudden change in lifestyle, both Will and Jay took their turns in helping, acting as carers of sorts especially in the beginning of your recovery.

Their shared efforts leading to your current living situation - the three of you living together in a completely new place that had wheelchair accessibility that you were able to afford combining three salaries.

Even now, there were still some things that you hadn't become accustomed to such as: wheeling yourself everywhere, relying on others for small tasks like laundry and the sympathy from the entire world.

You would never get used to the stares you continued to receive at school from the children.

"Will get's off in a hour, he's asking about takeout." Jay said, cutting you off from your train of thought as you reminisced on your current recovery.

"Our usual Chinese place is good for me." You said, watching as he typed something into his phone, most likely texting Will your words. "I'm really craving their duck."

"Perfect." He mumbled, turning his phone off as he started the car to drive home.

It took a very long time to work out how to get you and the wheelchair both in and out of the car but after much trial and error and eventually help from your physical therapist, it all worked out.

Will and Jay were changed men after you woke up from the coma. They were, if even possible, more protective of you than before to a point where the line between overprotective and overbearing was extremely thin.

But all three of you had to learn and adjust, making mistakes and sacrifices necessary in making this recovery and new lifestyle work.

You wished you could turn back time and change things, going back to that fateful night where you could change what you did.

Thinking back to it now, you would've been smarter, used some common sense and put your card some place sensible, maybe walk faster to the station instead of pausing in the middle of a dark street nowhere near the main road or civilisation.

But alas, no matter the regret, it was all in the past now, as your therapist said, dwelling on it won't change the present.

All you could do is what was in your control which currently consisted on focusing on your physio to try and get your legs to improve even somewhat, try to enjoy being coddled by your older brothers like you were all kids again and continue to teach the children who never failed to make you feel better.

While you were well into the recovery process, there was still much progress to be made and in an ideal world, by the end of it all, you'd be back to normal and stable on your own two feet. A life where everyone could go back to their lives, Will and Jay being allowed to live their lives independently without having to help you get into the shower or bed.

For now though, all you had to do was focus on yourself, taking small baby steps to try and get back to being you again.

"For fucks sake- Will forgot the prawn crackers!"

With these morons at your side, being you was easier than ever.

[weneepie]

Do you write for old charles xavier? If so could I get some cute fluff with the reader bothering him while he works cause she's bored and has nothing else to do and everyone else is busy pleads? I hope you have a good day!!

too busy w/ charles xavier rules | m.list

note. ofc I do, I love him and I just love the xmen in general so please never hesitate! i hope you'll like it, and feel free to request <3

The day was awfully long, and God knows how bored you were right now. You thought about joining Storm to do some gossip with her, or even go to see Jean so she would explain to you stuff you would never understand even if you tried. But no, everyone was busy at the moment. Even Scott didn’t have time for you! You couldn’t believe it. So, there was only one solution to end the hell you were going through. He was your only hope. 

You didn’t even wait for an answer to your knock before you entered the Professor’s office. As always, he was in his wheelchair behind his desk, working on who knows what. He looked up at you, slowly raising his eyebrows. He didn’t expect you to come here, and the look on your face wasn’t helping. “What is it?” He asked you, and your only answer was to sigh. 

“I’m so bored!” You exclaimed yourself, which made Charles smile softly. It wasn’t so surprising, you hated to stay alone and especially when you had nothing to do. “I can’t help you, I need to work on this,” he explained and another sigh, louder this time, left your lips. You walked closer to his desk, sitting on it without a hint of shame. “Fine, do what you need to do.” 

And with this, you let him do his work. Or at least, you made him think so. You weren’t able to stay still, walking from one side of the room to another, heavy sighs leaving your lips and your hands touching absolutely everything like a child discovering a new room. Charles was trying to ignore you, but how could he when you were making your presence here so obvious? You weren’t helping at all. He should have known though, it wasn’t your type at all. 

He kept on trying to ignore you, until you came closer to him ; starting to be a real annoyance. You kept on asking questions about what he was doing, or why, or how long it would take. You weren’t giving him a second to breathe or actually do what he had to do. A discreet sigh left his lips before he looked at you, catching you off guard. 

“Are you going to do this for long?” He asked without a threat in his voice, but annoyance was tangible in his voice. You swallowed slowly, straighten up your back. You looked away from him, feeling a bit dumb because of your own behavior. You mumbled something under your breath before you turned around, ready to leave the office ; when you heard his voice. 

“Don’t leave. You’re bored, I got it. Let’s do something, right?” He said, turning off his computer and offering you a smile of his. You looked back into his direction, and a smile slowly appeared on your own face. You nodded quickly and he soon joined you to get out of the room. He knew you had trouble with boredom so he couldn’t just let you alone like this, especially not with this sad look you had before you tried to leave. 

Charles spent the rest of the afternoon with you, following you around and saying yes to almost everything you asked him to do. The man was devoted to you ; like he was to everyone, he would say, but it wasn’t so true. The Professor had a soft spot for you, and it was more than obvious to anyone else. He stayed with you until the sun started to fall down outside. 

Both of you were sitting on the bench between the trees in the manor’s garden. You were looking at the sky when you started to smile softly. Charles, who was more looking at you than at the sky, caught it almost immediately. “What is it?” He asked you, and when he met your gaze, he felt his heart racing in his chest. You had such a cute and gentle smile. 

“I’m happy, that’s it. Thank you for spending your day with me,” you told him, and Charles couldn’t restrain the smile that appeared on his lips. He was glad to know that he made your day better ; and even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, he was also happy that he spent this day with you and not working alone in his office. 

You stood up from the bench, before you leaned over him to kiss his cheek gently. Your gaze met his eyes again and you waved at him. “Goodnight, professor.” And at those words, you left him alone, next to the bench. His eyes followed your figure as you walked away, this stupid smile on his face. “Goodnight, dear.” He said, even if he knew you wouldn’t hear him.

thank you for reading!!

[hford0311]

Don't make me get out from this chair!

Logan Howlett x GN!Reader where reader was injured and everyone comes and sees them besides Logan.

You woke softly, eyes slowly opening... almost as of for the first time. Your body twitching under the tubes and wires that are attached to so many places. Someone grabs your hand in shock and urgency. Nurses and doctors were yelled for. A few tubes came out, lights in your eyes, so many hands on and off of you. Time and space around you raced. Then, went came back to its original pace. You breathed on your own, eyes fully open, your body sitting slightly up on the blue sheets. "Good afternoon, Y/n." Professor's voice came to your ears. Your lips turned upward, "Hi Charles, I really made a mess. Didn't I?" You joked in a mere raspy voice. "It was a manageable mess, my dear. Now, the focus is on your health and its improvements." He stated. Small talked continued, but your mind was now starting to wander. Charles, of course, noticed this and took it as his que for him to leave after a brief, "You need your rest."

Between dreams, people came in and out of your hospital room. More of the puzzle of your journey there was pieced together and the outside world along with it. Ororo, Scott, and Jean all managed chats that were slightly different enough to keep things interesting before you dose again. Days and nights went, but you know, you were missing a person from your list of visitors.

"But they'll do fine and -" "Where's Logan?" You cut off Storm talking about students who were falling behind in studies. "He hasn't visited me at all. I want to see him. Doesn't he want to see me?" You sat the straightest since you woke from your coma. Angry and annoyance and....all other emotions besides contentment and leisure finally re-activating in your brain. Ororo paused, thinking of the best response, but left you response-less. You huffed and crossed your arms like a child. "He's blaming himself, isn't he?" You questioned. "Y/n, it's more complicated than -" "Isn't he?!" You nearly shouted, causing the window to the door to crack from the bottom corner. Storm only nodded. "I'll try to convince him to come see you if you promise to calm down. Can you do that?" She asked you, standing up and holding your hand through the process. You made brief eye contact and nodded. She hummed, "I'm going to need more than that if you want me to talk to him. Plus, the window better not have more than that crack when I come back." You smirked and took some deep breaths. "Can you please bring him here? I promise I will calm down." You softly spoke. "Good, and yes. I will try my best." She responded and smoothed some of your hair. "Thank you." You mused and took more deep breaths as she left.

It felt like pain-staking hours. You flicked through the TV channels, all the magazines, books, and beyond that was scattered in your grasp. You stared at the wheelchair in the corner of the room. "Fine. If Logan can't come to me, I'll make my way towards him." You insisted to yourself and focused on the chair harder. "C'mon," you tried to urge yourself and the chair. Several minutes past and the projection wasn't coming out of you. You groaned and looked up at the ceiling. "I swear to Charles, if Storm doesn't come back with-" "You'll what if Storm doesn't?" Scott questioned from the doorway. You sighed in disappointment, "Nothing." You rolled your eyes at the ceiling once more. "How did the window break?" He questioned with a hint of tease in his tone. "Don't make it be more broken." You responded with annoyance.

"A little birdy told me, you wanted to get out of here." He remarked and wheeled over the wheelchair. "Well, I'm happy Charles can make someone come here." You half-joked and tried to prep yourself to get your own body in the chair. "Yeah, but I'm also not letting you do it yourself." Scott picked you up from the bed and placed you in the chair. "I can walk, or at least get out of bed on my own." You retorted. "No, not yet," he responded and grabbed one of your hoodies from a bag to have you put on. You grumbled and slipped it on. "Hey, do you want me to leave you in here?" His pretend big brother voice came out. The pair of you weren't really related, but Scott liked to fill the role you never had. "You're lucky my body is too tired from... everything," you said and tried to wheel yourself. "No, just no." Scott said and began to wheel you out of the room.

The two of you managed to get outside of the mansion and in the process you didn't see or hear a hint of Logan. Several students waved, greeted you, had full blown conversation, and there were a few that kept their distance and only glanced your way. The autumn breath was sweet smelling and glorious to feel whirl around you. "What are you thinking," Scott asked when your eyes were shut and a small smirk on your face. "I'm thinking, I'd rather have another man sitting next to me right now. Plus, what I would do if I had Charles's powers right now." "You do have the wheels, so you're halfway there." Charles responded from the opposite side of you. You chuckled at him. "I'm sorry, my dear." He said and patted your hand. "You couldn't tell him otherwise?" You questioned. "Y/n, you know you wouldn't want it that way even if I did." Charles reassured.

A hour passed in the autumn sun before one of your nurses told Scott that you needed to go back to your room. "Bring me back, but slowly," you insisted as he began to push you. In a twist of events, when Scott was pushing you down the main hall, you spotted the haircut that belonged to the man you have been needing to see for just under a week now. You used your powers- surprisingly well enough to push Scott off of the handles and you raced yourself down the way, mentally pulling a column to stop Logan's brisk walk to another passageway. "Logan!" You called and finally got in six feet of the man. He grimaced away before turning to you. A slight pant came out of your mouth instead of more words. The adrenalin crash from using so much power at once. Logan shifted uncomfortably in front of you, but not daring to move away either. "Why haven't you visited me? You're avoiding me." You confronted him. "I-I..." Excuses were trying to run through his fumbling. He wasn't even making eye contact. "Don't make me get out from this chair." You warned him, wheeling closer. Out of no where, Scott wheeled you back. Students were quickly scattering out of the tension, making sure they weren't an accidental target. However, some did hide behind doors to listen in.

"You idiot, you're blaming yourself!" You yelled, the wheelchair moved so fast it slipped out of Scott's firm grip. Now, you were a foot away from him. Logan didn't say a word. You started to push yourself up in the chair. "It wasn't, but what was your fault was the fact that I have to do this to get your attention!" You managed to full-force stand and kiss him. Beginning to feel weak, you wrapped your hands around his neck. "Don't ever do that again." You mumbled into his chest. Then, you began to collapse. Logan quickly picked you up and wrapped his protective arms tightly around you. Scott anxiously looked at Logan. "I got her." Logan responded, heaving you up a little more before carrying you to your room. He softly laid you down on the bed and raised the covers on you. "I'm sorry baby," he whispered and kissed the top of your head. He was starting to leave when you grabbed his hand. "Then, don't leave again." You smirked and weakly pulled him closer. "This time, it was kinda your fault." You joked with a small smirk. Logan let out a short chuckle, both of his hands wrapped around yours. "You shouldn't have wasted all your power on me." He softly said. "It was worth it, I finally got your attention." You mumbled, eyes flickering shut. "Yeah, and you'll have it from now on." Logan confirmed and kissed your knuckles. You giggled before deeply sighing through your nose. "Go on, sweetheart, get some sleep." Logan whispered, giving you his permission. He sat by your bedside all night and all the next day.

[bikenesmith]

# wednesday spoilers

posting this for the cherik lot who don't read comics because i think its very funny whenever there's just randomly a cherik fix-it premise in canon

context: this is from jean grey (2023) #1, which just came out (aug 23). jean's recently died again (i guess? you know how it is), and this mini series is about her floating between life and death, psychically exploring her past and trying to see where things went "wrong" (both for herself and for mutantkind). What If...?: Jean Grey, or: Jean Writes AU Fanfiction About Herself. it slaps so far!

in this issue she wonders what would've happened if her younger self hadn't erased her own and the other original x-men's memories of their journey into the future, and if she'd kept the expanded abilities she gained during it

that thought experiment doesn't go great! jean basically lobotomizes erik, aiming to ensure that he is no longer a threat to mutantkind's chances of survival. charles "hits the roof" over this + assumedly either kicks the o5 out or makes so much of an issue that the o5 feel the need to cut ties. things progressively go more and more off the rails as jean tries to use mind control and memory wiping to fix every problem.

at one point, the o5 abduct some children they met as adults in the future (kitty pryde, danielle moonstar, and sam guthrie) "for their safety". they go back to the mansion to give them to charles to take care of....who is with erik!! bc he took him back to the mansion!! + put his mind back together as best he could!! 😭 erik is physically disabled from the attack + uses a wheelchair like charles'.

also lets take a moment to zero in on this painting of erik on the wall.

how much time has passed? when did charles get this commissioned? could charles have painted it???? or is it a self portrait that erik painted while recovering????? SO many questions

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Teeth p.3

Part 2

Settling in 🤷🏻‍♀️

The next morning after her first night the 2 men were very quickly forced to come clean because someone came knocking on their door. Wade had managed to sneak onto the edge of the bed since he didn’t wanna take the floor, Logan knocked out sitting up in front of the t.v.

Kaia suddenly looked around panicked for something to cover her face. Logan got up, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes but quickly becoming alert before he answered the door.

She had found her old mask in the pocket of her suit, she was in the bathroom listening when she heard the sound of the door opening.

“Hey Logan, there’s a meeting today, Charles wants you to join us, you too Wade.” She heard a few steps, she assumed whoever it was stepped inside. It was a female voice. “Uh yeah, we’ll be down in a few.” She heard Logan reply. “Yes, I need to get fully dressed.” Wade’s tone made her face palm.

There was a small moment of silence, “Who’s in the bathroom?”

“Oh um yeah about that, it’s a funny story actually, remember that assassin who kept us from getting to that one guy last time? Well we ran into her again, except this time… we like saved her and took her home with us.” Wade suddenly blabbed everything, she took that as her opportunity to just step out of the bathroom.

The woman who had come in was very beautiful, but what stood out the most was that she had white hair. She took a step back slightly when Kaia stepped out. “Logan?” She turned to Logan, his arms were now crossed.

“She’s alright, she was already trying to leave those shitbags anyway. Figured you could help her, like you guys helped me?” Her amber eyes pierced into Logan’s soul with an unreadable expression as he spoke.

“It’s not just that, you guys should have said something before just bringing her here.” The woman said, looking back at Kaia. Her eyes narrowed.

“Well it’s not just up to you, now is it?” Logan stated in response, raising his brow with a cocky smirk. That made the woman scoff at him, “Everyone is in the meeting room already, let’s just bring her with us.” She said after a bit, her tone a bit softer when she looked at Kaia again.

The four of them walked towards the meeting room, heading down the stairs and into giant hallways. The eventually made it to what seemed to be a conference space. The woman softly sighed before opening the doors.

Kaia wasn’t prepared for the amount of people in the room, and all eyes were on her. She wasn’t surprised though, she was a complete stranger in a mask.

There was a bald man in a wheelchair standing at the head of the table, when he saw the group he gave them a welcoming smile. “Ah, I see you’ve joined us with someone new. Kaia is it?” That made her raise a brow and look at Logan.

“Oh I’m sorry, I forget it can be a bit alarming for people when you know their name before introducing themselves. I’m a telepath, so I’m able to read others thoughts, sometimes without meaning to. It’s like overhearing someone talk.” She nodded at his explanation, although knowing he could read minds wasn’t less unsettling.

“Hold on so can we clarify who this is for those of us who can’t read minds?” Someone spoke up, she turned around to see a man with weird looking glasses, her head turned slightly at him, they seemed to be like goggles or something.

“This is Kaia everybody, the assassin we took home with us. Remember from that mission before?” She felt Wade’s arm sling around her as he spoke, making her tense up and snake away from him after about 2 seconds. Wade’s choice of words seemed to have caught the attention of everyone, she felt the piercing stares of all in the room, except the elderly bald man.

“Kaia was involuntarily used as a weapon by an organization unknown to us, Logan and Wade did a heroic thing by helping to free her.” He spoke up, she couldn’t help but feel like she kept being painted as the victim.

“If they used her as a weapon wouldn’t they want her back?” The guy from before spoke up, the bald man turned in his wheelchair to face him. “That’s a fair question, Scott, but it’s our mission to help mutants.” He then spun around to Logan.

“Do you trust her, Logan?” She glanced at Logan, not being able to read his expression, her amber eyes locking with him. “I believe that she wanted out, and that she wouldn’t have willingly came with us if she wasn’t looking for something better. I think everyone will learn to trust her.” She stared at her feet, her mouth twitching beneath her mask.

After that Kaia was brought back downstairs, this time going into a different room that was completely grey. A woman who she’d learned was named Jean came down with them. “What are we down here for?” She asked, settings like these brought back unwanted emotions.

“We just want a full body scan, to see if you’re ok and to identify a possible tracker.” Jean answered, giving her a reassuring smile, seeming to sense her unease. Kaia just nodded.

She stuck little grey things onto her chest, then explained that she would go into an mri machine.

She saw Wade’s head pop in once she was laying down, “You’ll do great sweetums, remember I’m standing right out here!” She rolled her eyes.

“Uh, you’ll need to remove the mask too.” Kaia softly sighed, reaching up to slide her mask off, but taking a few moments to do so. She turned away from the beautiful looking woman subconsciously, swallowing dryly. There was a silent moment before she heard the machine start up, beginning to slowly slide in.

At first it was completely black, then a bright white light turned on, lights turning on to line the walls. She took a deep breath as the process went on, hoping it was over quick.

After the scan they went into another room, the man in the wheelchair was standing there already. Kaia could see the images taken of her. She stared at the anatomy of her skull.

“It appears there’s a tracker implanted at the center of Kaia’s back. But as you can see here,” Jean spoke after a few seconds, zooming in to where the tracker was, it was in 2 pieces. “Looks like it must’ve gotten hit while you were fighting.”

“That’s thanks to me guys, not to brag.” Wade said, crossing his arms in a cocky manner. Kaia rolled her eyes, “So are you guys just gonna take it out?” She asked, Jean nodded.

The whole procedure took about 5 minutes. Jean patched her up quickly and Kaia quickly slid the sweater back on.

“That whole you need to die to heal thing is so inconvenient.” Wade commented about the patch on her back. “Tell me about it.” She mumbled.

“Oh also we have your… claw gloves. They’re made of the same alloy grafted to Logan’s skeleton, it’s called adamantium.” She saw Logan’s eyebrow raise slightly, “Explains why I didn’t cut through her.” Kaia scoffed, “Yeah, that’s why.” She responded cockily.

Jean laughed softly at the banter between the two, making Kaia notice the way Logan’s eyes softened as he looked at her. The change in his demeanor was weird to her, she glanced at Jean and saw the same tenderness in her eyes, although clouded with a bit of what looked like regret?

“Alright Kaia you can have the room across Logan’s, and Wade’s is beside’s yours. Figured you’d rather stay near the people you’re most familiar with.” Jean said to Kaia with a soft smile. She really was very beautiful, too beautiful for her to look at. “Thanks.” She rasped, stepping into what looked like an exact copy of Logan’s room. Except cleaned. “I’ll let you settle in, bye Wade, Logan.” Kaia glanced at her quick enough to see the warm smile she gave before heading off.

She looked at Logan, who seemed to be watching her walk off with a longing expression. “I’m not interested in knowing what’s happening there.” She held her hand up, doing a circle motion at Logan and to where Jean previously stood as she spoke. His brows furrowed and before he could speak she cut him off, “Got any more of those beers?”

Wade interjected, slinging his arm around Kaia’s shoulders, and then around Logan. “Are we becoming a trio?”

Logan socked him in the jaw, sending him flying into her room, she looked at him pointedly, “Dude.” Logan looked at her annoyed, “Ya want a beer or not?” She quickly shut up and followed him into his room. He opened a mini fridge and tossed her a beer, she caught it easily, pulling her mask down and opening the cap with her teeth. “Neat trick.” Logan commented, an approving look on his face as she downed the beer, already tossing her a second. He wouldn’t usually share his beers but he was a bit impressed so he figured why not.

“Mind if I sit?” She asked, motioning to his bed, he shrugged, “Might as well, just don’t get on my nerves.” She plopped down on his bed, taking a swig of her beer. She glanced down at his beer, “Need help opening that?” Offering to help.

He glanced down at the beer cap still on and shook his head, “Uh no thanks.” He suddenly unsheathed his claws, easily slicing the cap clean off. “Neat trick.” She copied him, Logan gave her a cocky smirk. “I know.”

After a quick roll of her eyes she looked at him curiously, as if wanting to ask a question. “What?” He raised a brow at her, preferring she just say what she was thinking. “Does it hurt when they come out?” She asked, pointing down at his hand.

“Always. Just something I got used to though.” She nodded in understanding, knowing all too well what he meant. “Does it hurt when you, y’know.” He made a motion down to his own jaw, making her smirk softly in amusement. “Always.” She copied him, looking down at her beer and tracing the rim. “I passed out the first time, it’s the kind of pain your brain can’t process. I guess it just hurts so bad I don’t even feel it anymore.” She casually recalled.

“Yeah, I get you.” The room got a bit quiet after that, Kaia finished her beer and stood up, lifting her mask up, “I’m gonna go now, I think I’m gonna take a nap.”

“Alright, kid, take it easy for now.” She nodded at him and peaked her head out to check if Wade was out there. After that she silently slid out of his room and across the hall, her steps made no noise and that fact creeped Logan out.

“That kid still gives me the creeps.” He muttered to himself, taking a swig of his beer and turning to his t.v.

A/n: Honestly ima prolly just keep writing one shots that are just connected now that I’ve like gotten the trio situated n all that. Just like random scenarios I come up with lol. Love you if you read this bye.🩷

[xaviersgiftedyoungster99]

Hey guys first time posting something like this so let me know what you think!!

Summary: Charles Xavier x Reader, angst, fluff, doctors appointments and romantic surprises 😙

It had been about six months since your boyfriend, Charles Xavier, caught a bullet to his back that would paralyse him from the waist down, confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. To say it's been an adjustment for the both of you, would be the understatement of the century. Of course in the beginning Charles tried everything he could, outside of using his power on you, to convince you that you should leave him. The incident in Cuba had broken him both mentally, and physically. He didn't want you to stay out of pity for him, or because you felt obligated to take care of him. It's taken many months, but things were finally beginning to look up. Charles had been home from rehab for a couple of months now, and things were slowly getting back to their normal routine.

"Charles, sweetheart, it's time to get ready to go to your appointment" you said sweetly, as you walked into the bedroom the two of you now shared. Truth be told you had started sleeping in here while Charles was still in rehab, simply because you missed him and it made you feel closer to him. Once Charles was released however, he required a lot of assistance, so it was just easier if you two slept in the same room, that way you could help him if he needed something in the middle of the night.

"Alright darling, just one moment, and I'll be ready to go" Charles spoke to you in a strained voice. Growing concerned you rushed over to him, to find his legs locked in spasms, knocked off the footplates of his wheelchair, and a pair of neatly folded socks sitting on his lap. You immediately hurried over to the nightstand to retrieve Charles medication, to try and stop the spasms. "Thank you, my love," Charles panted through a pained expression, "I don't know what I'd do without you". You handed him a glass of water with a loving look, and he took his pills. "You don't ever have to worry about that Charles, because I'll always love you, no matter what. Now, let's get those socks on, and get moving, mister! We don't want to be late for your appointment, or your doctor will be lecturing the both of us." You lifted Charles feet, one at a time, putting on his socks and a pair of dress shoes, before gently lifting and placing them on the footplates. With that, the two of you shared a quick kiss, and headed to the car.

Once you arrived at the hospital, you jumped out of the car to retrieve Charles chair. Once assembled you brought it over to the passenger side, where Charles transferred into it with a practiced ease. You tried not to stare, but a lump still caught in your throat every time Charles transferred himself back into the wheelchair. Charles had always had so much energy and enthusiasm for life, always the first to jump out of the car, and now the last. When you sat on the couch together, or in the car, the wheelchair tucked out of sight, it was easy to imagine life was still just the same. It didn't bother you that Charles could no longer walk, you loved him just the same as you ever had, but it was in these moments that you could see the sadness behind his deep blue eyes, as he is reminded again of his new limitations. Charles sighed "Alright, let's go get this over with, shall we?"

The first thing the doctors have Charles do at each session is stretches, and for a while now you have been involved in this part of his therapy. Before Charles came home after the accident, you had to learn how to lift him into and out of his wheelchair from the floor, in case he ever had a fall. Charles is a complete paraplegic, meaning he has absolutely no sensation or movement below his waist. After you get Charles out of his chair and onto the mats, you begin working on some stretches, where you lift and manipulate his legs for him. This helps keep what little muscle tone Charles still has in his legs from atrophying completely, and is also good for his circulation.

You're very happy that Charles trusts you enough to let you be so involved in this part of his life. You can still see a tinge of embarrassment masking his features each time he has to change into his workout clothes, his thin legs on full display for you to see, but you've assured him it doesn't bother you. Charles is still just as sexy to you as he ever was, and if you're being honest sometimes you think even more so. Having to use his arms for everything has done wonders for his upper body strength after all.

Once you've finished administrating his stretches, it's time for Charles to lift some weights. You sit to the side and watch with admiration, as your boyfriend does his workout. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to be with Charles, both because of his kind nature and determination, and his devilishly handsome good looks. While you're lost in your thoughts, Charles doctor comes in, taking a seat next you. "Hello, y/n, may I have a talk with you in my office for a moment to review some of Charles progress recently?" You nodded your head yes, and stood up to follow the doctor to his office.

After about 20 minutes you had finished reviewing Charles latest charts, and made all of the next months appointments. With that done, you began the walk back to the physical therapy department. When you arrived outside the door to the workout room Charles was currently using, you heard a strange commotion coming from inside. Was that... Music?

You opened the door to see Charles, back in his normal attire, hair combed and face all clean shaven, and... Standing?! With a loud gasp, you look your boyfriend up and down assessing what exactly was going on and how! To your amazement Charles was standing, with the use of two crutches, and a pair of very intricate looking leg braces, that appeared to be locking his unfeeling legs in place. He gave you a shy smile.

" I'll admit I'm probably a touch out of practice, but y/n, darling, would you dance with me?" With that you lost all composure, and tears began streaming down your face. It felt like it had been ages since you and Charles had danced together, and being that you both met at a dance while he was studying at Oxford, it had become a regular staple of your early relationship. There was nothing you loved more than when Charles would take you dancing.

"Oh... Darling," Charles sighed as he struggled over to you "please don't cry, I didn't mean..."

" There is nothing I'd like more in this entire world than to dance with you, Charles Xavier. It's just that I never thought.. I.. you... I never thought I'd get that opportunity again, and to see you, not in your wheelchair.." you trailed off as you began to choke up again. " You didn't have to go to all this trouble you know. I know our life has been a lot different lately, but Charles, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm just so happy to have you here with me."

" I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You are the single most important person in the world to me y/n, without you I don't know how I would have gotten through these past six months. You have never once looked at me differently because of my legs. You're the only person who looks at me and still sees Charles Xavier, and not some poor young fellow in a wheelchair. I know it doesn't matter to you, and I adore you for that, but I want to give you this, please."

You reach out to take Charles hand, "you'll have to go slow for me.." Charles says with a slight sadness to his voice "don't worry Charles, I've got you, now and forever" and with that the two of you sway slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, each lost in the others eyes.

"Thank you, Charles" and before you could say anything else he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, nearly losing his balance and knocking you both over in the process, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you and this moment.

[bellarkeselection]

🥺👉👈 Charles Xavier x fem reader takes place during Charles rehabilitation after Cuba reader is there to help him heal and adjust to his new life and shows Charles they can still do all the things they did together before the accident and when he gets out of the hospital they go on a real date 🤍

Thank you anonymous. I have been absolutely missing writing for Charles ❤️

You Can't Get Rid Of Me Xavier

Knocking on the door to the hospital room of my boyfriend Charles Xavier he had been talking with the doctors about the bullet that hit his back. It was a miracle in his eyes that he and I had managed to make it this far. A human and a mutant as a couple. He spoke that it was a sign of hope for the future. "Hank, can I talk with him alone for a little bit?" I asked the scientist who nodded leaving me alone with my boyfriend. Charles was laid down in the hospital bed avoiding my gaze and just staring down at his legs underneath the blankets. Moving to the side of his bed I sat down grasping his right hand in mine where he finally looked at me when I called his name. "Charles, tell me what the doctors said. Is everything okay. Because Hank won't tell me anything. He's just going to sign your release papers." His blue eyes locked onto my gaze where I saw tears slipping down while his voice cracked when he spoke under his breath. “I lost them, Y/n. My legs…it paralyzed me from the waist down.”

“Oh Charles. I…I’m so sorry. I…I am going to be here for you no matter.” Squeezing his hand in mine I felt him yank it away shifting where I was looking at his back when he huffed under his breath struggling to not break down and cry in front of me. “You don’t have to say that Y/n. I know that this won’t work between us. We can’t last not now - you should just leave me with Hank.” Shuttering in a breath it broke my heart to hear him talk like that. I could instantly tell that what happened on the beach in Cuba had broken him. He went there with such hope and now he was completely broken. Without thinking I climbed behind him on the bed wrapping my arms around his waist burying my face into his neck mumbling. "I'm not going anywhere, Charles." The truth was if he really wanted me to leave then he would have used his power. Even though he promised me he would never take advantage of me.

The young professor shifted where he could look me in the eye but remained laying down on my back. His eyes shifted over my face entering my mind when I closed my eyes hearing his voice. "I'm not the man I was when I left. I can't treat you the way I did...show you the love that you deserve. I'm just broken now. So just leave." Moving my freehand up I ran my fingers through his messy brown locks. He sniffed back tears when I leaned forward resting my forehead against his. "Charles Xavier, listen to me. I am not going anywhere because I love you. I feel utterly and completely in love with you by who you are. It was way before you told me you were a mutant and I don't care if you don't think you deserve me. Because you do. You aren't broken to me." Getting to my feet I grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway coming back into his room. "And I'm going to prove it to you that we can still do the things we did before."

Hank came back inside with the papers helping me get him into the wheelchair where I took the car keys from his pocket driving towards the park we liked going to near his house in Winchester. Moving around the car I managed to get him back in the wheelchair where he slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Y/n, I love that you think we can still do our normal dates but-" I cut him off pressing a soft kiss to his lips before covering his eyes with me taking a seat on his lap when I turned the chair to face a sunset that we enjoyed watching here. "No matter what happens, Xavier. You ain't getting rid of me. Because I'm not going anywhere..not as long as we can keep doing this." Removing my hand from his eyes he blinked taking in the orange and pink view before him until he saw me snuggling up into his lap. "I suppose you're right dear. I love you too." He whispered wrapping his arms around my waist watching the sunset in beautiful silence.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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