#Even Charles Xavier was fucking blonde when he had hair

[waveblazer]

It's been so long since I made an edit, I should make one of all the blonde comic boys I'm obsessed with.

[nanivinsmoke]

Hello nani!! I just wanted to say I just read your all of me logan x reader and I love it! Was wondering If you could do logan x reader smut with the song ride by somo (been having it in my head for a while) but if you can't that's fine keep up the awesome work love!!

Ride .

✩ logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x mutant!femreader

♪my body on your body baby, stickin like some glue…♪

✩ you usually don’t sleep with your coworkers, but during this mission….the tension between you two becomes unbearable.

✩ tags: nasty, slutty sex, sex in a car, riding, oral sex, creampie, rough fucking, everything is slutty when it comes to him, jealous logan, you are a teacher at the Xavier school for the gifted, added some plot too, you can control any form of matter, liquid is your fave tho…

✩ note: hello! thanks for the req, anon this song choice 🙂‍↕️ I’ve got freaky followers! also had xmen/x2 wolverine in mind. song at the bottom of the page!

Charles left you in charge for today, something he does once every two months with his head teachers. He did it so you guys could gain experience and know how to take charge if something ever happened to him. It happens more frequently than you’d think.

Before you, it was Storm and she did an amazing job. Everyone loved her as the school’s professor, there were less accidents within the school and more mutants had come too. Unlike Scott, who was more brutal with his approach, leading to some students leaving the academy. Charles was upset and even though he didn’t show it, everyone knew it.

However, unlike those two, Logan was a little more reckless with his approach. There’s was fight breaking out almost everyday, but those same fights were mended that same day they happened. Plus, tons of students joined just because they heard THE Wolverine was there. He might’ve been a dick most of the time, however he had a heart.

And that’s why you decided to partner up with him for today’s mission. Well, that was partially true. In all honesty you had the biggest crush on him and you wanted to get the opportunity to be with him all day. Hoping to get the chance to jump his bones.

You entered the conference room with a smile, your chunky, patent leather boots echoing against the wooden floors; turning your coworkers attention over to you. Your hair flowed beautifully as you made your way in front of the round tables cleaning your throat while looking at their faces—your eyes lingering on Logan’s a little bit longer, before you spoke.

“Charles left me in charge for this month. For my very first day, i expect great results! In order for great results to happen, we have to put in the effort. I compared the results from the last couple of months. Logan and Storm, the two of you were outstanding. Quantity of students and Quality of missions were in our high range, however with you Scott……we were very low.” You turned your attention over to him, watching his body tense up and earning a chuckle from Logan.

You cleared your throat before continuing, “This isn’t to bash anyone, but to help us grow as a school and as teacher’s. These mutants come from all over to us because we understand them. They want to be comfortable and not reminded of their past lives. So, in order for this all to happen, im giving you all new partners.” There was some whispers as they turned to look at their current partners.

“Storm and Jean, you two are together. Hank and Nightcrawler, Scott and Colossus. Logan?” He pulled out his cigar and connect his eyes with yours.

“You’re with me.”

The two of you walked side to side as you approached the school’s parking lot passing the variety of cars, on the way to your own. “So, what’s this mission about?” He spoke from behind you, his eyes following your hips as you walked, trailing down to your ass and how heavy it looked in those black leather jean’s you were wearing.

“We’re looking for a mutant named Cupid and no he’s not the blonde bitch from Olympus.” You cursed, earning a chuckle from Logan.

Finally reaching your car, Logan was amazed at your taste. Your car was a matte black dodge charger, with lightly tinted windows and matching leather seats. He hopped in the passenger seat while you occupied the driver’s. “Tell me more about this love bastard,” now you were the one to chuckle. God was he hot.

“Cupid’s been causing a lot of issues in city, he currently resides in a small town and the mayor has asked for our help. His powers are based on two emotes everyone has. Love and Hate. He can control a person based on those emotions.” You pulled out of the lot, driving to your mission’s destination.

“Now, we can either do this Charle’s way or my way.” He turned to you, with an eyebrow raise, puffing on his cigar.

“And what way is that?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, baby~”

The car ride was quiet, besides your radio playing and the sound of his breathing while puffed on his cigar. However, Logan took glances at you from here and there. Watching how your eyes would gleam as the sun hit it, how you would bob head to the songs you liked, and those lips….god your lips looked heavenly. He could stare at those all day, wishing he could kiss them forever.

“Logan?” You called out and he snapped out of his days, looking around before looking back at you. “You okay? We’re here.” You raised an eyebrow and he nodded, the two of you stepping out of the car and approaching the apple green house.

You lead the way, while Logan watched your back. Those hazel eyes stuck on your derrière. “I don’t know exactly how he uses his powers, so just be on your game, Lo.” You turned your head slightly, giving him a small smile before turning around to knock on the white door. A few seconds after, a male appeared wearing a ruby red robe and blue boxer’s, pinching his nose as he sniffed.

You turned to look at your partner before back at the mutant. “Are you, Ezekiel?” You asked, a smile on your face while Logan wore his usual resting face. “Depends, are you the cops?” He asked, eyes falling from yours and onto Logan’s before going back to yours. You shook your head and smiled once more.

“Do you mind if we come in? We aren’t going to hurt you, we just wanna talk.” He said nothing, studying both of your faces before turning away; letting you both in. You followed after him, looking around his house—trying to understand him before speaking with him. Logan watched as the kid plopped on his messy couch, pulling out a small trinket and sniffing the contents. He let out an exasperated sigh and locked eyes with Logan.

“Want some?”

“I’m good, bub.” You finally joined them and sat down in the small chair across from him, Logan opting to stand besid you—cigar in the corner of his mouth.

“We’re from the Charles Xavier school for the gifted mutants. We heard about the little trouble you’ve been causing here.” He looked at you and relaxed on the couch, smirking.

“Trouble? I just help those that needed it, isn’t that what you do? I heard about this school….this Xavier guy seems like a quack. Not interested, but if you lose the top, I might be convinced.” You could sense Logan’s mood change and you held your hand out, letting him know that you had this. Guess it’s time to do it your way. Sorry Professor.

You slowly undid the buttons that held your black button up together, freeing some of your cleavage, making both Logan and Ezekiel look at you. You stared at him, smirk etching onto your face while you used your powers on the cocky mutant. He started to choke and gasp for air, causing Logan to look at him and then at you.

“Listen, do you want to die? These people are going to get fed up with you quite soon and when they do, they won’t stop until they hunt you down and have your dumb blonde head on a stick. But why wait for that when I can do it myself?” Your tone was cold and your eyes had darkened, scaring the mutant. His pale face was turning a shade of pink and Logan was getting worried.

“Princess….” He started off, but you held your hand out again. “What do ya say? Want me to kill you? Or will you let us help you and keep you safe?” You released the pressure on his throat, letting Ezekiel catch his breath. He nodded and let out a breathless okay, and you smiled; quickly buttoning your top back up before standing on your two feet.

“Good, see you at the school. Logan, give him the card.” You said leaving the two men in the house. Logan dropped the card onto the dark oak coffee table, before looking at the mutant.

“Dude, she’s crazy!”

“Tell me bout’ it,” He muttered on his way out.

You sat in the passenger seat while Logan drove, looking out the window, in complete silence. There was some obvious tension there and you were trying your best to find out why.

“Logan? Is there something wrong?” You turned and looked at him, eyes dancing across his face. He was silent and then he looked at you, his mouth painted with a scowl.

“Yeah there is.”

“What is it?” He said nothing and you continued to look at him, before he pulled the car over on the side of the road, putting it in park and turning it off—unbuckling his seat belt along with yours.

“Think that was okay? What you pulled back there? Showing him what’s mine?” Your eyes widened and you could feel a throbbing sensation below, you crossed your legs in your seat and kept your face unreadable. Seeing you show off your breasts to the mutant had Logan seething, those were for his eyes only. You were his.

“Did Cupid use his powers on you? You okay.—“ He cut you off and pulled you by your hair, forcing your face towards his and pressing his lips onto yours—which you happily accepted. His lips were so intoxicating and you couldn’t—didn’t want to pull yourself from them. Finally getting what you wanted and when he pulled away, spit trail following, you whimpered; eyes plagued with arousal.

“Logan…” you whispered and he chuckled. “I know princess, I can smell how much you want it.” He patted his lap and you practically hopped out of your seat and into his lap, reconnecting your lips while grinding against his bulge that pressed into your middle.

Both of your hands roamed each other’s bodies, kissing and licking on each other’s sensitive spots, the car steaming up from your actions. Soon, you couldn’t bear the teasing anymore and you slowly pulled your clothes off; your top along with your bra being flung into the passenger seat—while you continued to occupy his lap.

His large hands cupping your breasts, earning a soft moan from you, before he replaced his hands with his mouth; his warm tongue glued onto your sensitive nipples. You couldn’t help your moans, hands tugging on his hair, lower half grinding on his clothed cock.

“Please Lo….neeed you to fuck me,~” You begged, moaning when he put your nipple in between his teeth, teasing it lightly.

“Gotta taste you first. Get that pretty ass in the back, princess.” You happily hopped in your car’s back seat, tugging your jeans off your thighs while he climbed in the back right behind you, pulling the jeans completely off of you—putt them with the rest of your clothes.

He eyed your half naked body, licking his lips while he trailed down from your face to the wet spot that appeared on your dark grey panties. “So wet for me. Never give this pussy up, okay?” He spanked your clothed cunt, making you yelp out and nodded your head; bottom lip between your teeth—watching his every move.

He pulled off his leather jacket, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles; his muscles practically ripping through his beater. Both set of lips flushed with wetness, ready for what’s to come next and when he connected his mouth with your sopping wet cunt after tearing those panties off ya—your eyes immediately rolled back into your head.

Logan’s own eyes closing after tasting you, savoring how sweet you tasted. He had been thinking about this ever since he met you. He had fantasized about you every night, dreaming about you cumming all over his face. And now here he was, fulfilling his wish.

His tongue lapped up your juices like he was a dog drinking from his bowl, sucking on your throbbing clit; making you let out a series of moans—hands connecting with his hair again. “F-f-fuck….feels soo good, Lo’.” He hummed in response, lips still attached to your cunt while he added two fingers into the mix, pumping in and out of your wetness.

You were a babbling mess, moving your hips up and down; almsot riding his face—orgasm seconds away and you desperately needed to let go. “Gonna cum for me princess? Go ahead, cum all over my face. I need to taste how gushy this cunt can be.”

He was so nasty with his words, you couldn’t help but to let go; cumming all over his face and creaming on his fingers. Logan didn’t stop lapping up your juices or fucking your with his fingers, he kept going—wanting to drain all of you, until you had to beg him to stop. You pulled him up by his hair and smashed your plump lips on his, tasting yourself—moaning while he palmed your still throbbing cunt.

You pulled away and pulled his boxers down by the hem, freeing his cock; his eyes glued to yours as you immediately went to rubbing on his head. His translucent slick melting into your hands while you rubbed and jerked his mushroom tip. You watched his face contort with pleasure, his hips slowly pumping up into your fist.

“Stop teasing me, princess.” He let out a small whimper and you felt a heartbeat shoot through your core after hearing it. Logan watched as you spread your legs across his lap, squatting and angling his dick at your entrance—lowering yourself down and hissing from how he stretched you out. He was so big, pushing your walls past its normal limit. It had been a while, but none of them had ever reached his size.

“So big…” his hand fell on your hip, fingers grasping onto your ass, holding you when you finally lowered down onto him all the way.

“I know baby, but you can take it.” He slapped your ass making a slutty mewl leave your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, cunt clenching and unclenching around him before you started to bounce on him. You gasped as his tip practically kissed your cervix, his dick so deep inside of you.

But, as you continued to move, that threshold of pain vanished and was replaced with pleasure. You happily bounced on his dick, skin clapping with each move you made; his lips ghosting yours as your face was mere inches apart.

“Just like that, princess….shit,” You were so fucking tight and wet, cunt so slippery, creating a sheen of wetness on his cock. The mutant never had anything like this and he wasn’t going to give it up to anybody.

“Showing off those pretty titties to other men? Fuck, i could kill him. Want me to do that?” He grunted, pushing your hips down, making you take him even deeper. You shook your head and gripped onto his muscular shoulders, keeping steady as you bounced.

“N-no…I'm sorry, daddy! Fuck—you’re reaching so deep, Logan!” You were clinging to him so tightly, the man was losing it. He pushed you all the way down, big rough hands gripped your waist, while his tip was pressed right in your cervix—before he scooted halfway off the car seat and pushing your torso closer to his, proceeding to drill your cunt sloppy.

The loud squelching noise combined with your sweet noises was enough fuel for the wild mutant. Your ass jiggling with each movement, rocking the car as you bounced. You were close, so close now and he felt it. Felt how your walls were spasming around his girth and how louder your moans got when he hit that spot over and over. And he was right behind you too.

“Let it go, princess. Cum for daddy~” His voice was deep and sensual, adding to the intense pleasure you were receiving—making it easier for you to cum. You were seeing white as you came; nails digging into his shoulder blades while gushing all over his cock.

And as he continued to split your cunt in half, his own release came down hard and he was pumping milky white ropes inside of you. He growled in your ear, sending shivers down your back and straight to your cunt—earning a stream of clear arousal from it, drenching his cock and the seat beneath him. You had never squirted before and with Logan being the first, had you deeper in love than you were ever before. You were his for the taking.

After cleaning you up and helping you get dressed, Logan left you in the backseat of your car before starting the car up and continuing with the drive to the mansion. He kept his eyes on you in the rear view mirror, watching you as you slept; a smile etched on his face before he placed a cigar into his mouth.

He was in love and he was never going to lose you. You were his best rider after all.

[kimoralov3]

Hello, Old Friend

Requested by: @nuclearpizza84

Word Count: 2449

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x gn!black!mutant!reader

espèce d'imbécile = idiot in french according to google translate

Warnings: swearing, talks of attempted murder, mention of racial slurs

Charles’ POV

“Who’s the next person on our list?” Erik asked as he sat in one of the chairs, propping his feet up on my desk. I pushed his feet off of my desk then picked up the notebook filled with mutants we could possibly recruit.

“Someone by the name of (Y/N) (Y/LN). They live in Atlanta, Georgia, and as of now it doesn't seem as if they have a job."

"(Y/N)? I used to know someone with that name. Do you have a guess as to what their mutation may be?" Erik sat up straighter in the chair. Oh, now he's interested now that this person has the same name as an old friend of his?

"No I don't, but I guess we shall find out soon. If we want to make it there and back before midday tomorrow, we should leave in the next 30 minutes." Erik nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. "What if this person happens to be your old friend?"

"If this is the same (Y/N) as the one I know, they'll need a lot more convincing than us being in the same boat as them. They're quite stubborn in that way." Erik said as he stopped and turned to face me.

"Like you?" I asked as I titled my head to the side slightly. Erik glared at me before exiting the room, not bothering shutting the door behind him. There was definitely something else going on between Erik and his supposed old friend.

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Erik's POV

I stepped out of the car, buttoning up my coat as I took in my surroundings. We had taken a taxi to a small town, not too far from Atlanta. There was a corner store across from us, some restaurants down the street, and a combined book/coffee shop. Of course you would run away here. It's the perfect place to escape from your past. 

"Well, it certainly is quite lovely here. According to Cerebro, (Y/N) comes here every other week to get some more books for the orphanage across town. Very nice of them." Charles said as he made his way towards the book/coffee shop. I followed him, taking one last look at the street before stepping inside.

One half of the shop was filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves, all marked with whatever genre of book filled the shelves. If we were to walk about a foot forward, we'd be standing directly in front of the white and grey display case. There was a counter attached where the coffee machine sat. The back of other side of the shop was filled with bean bag chairs and pillows, while the front is where the tables and chairs sat. 

"Welcome gentlemen, would you like a cup of- Erik?" A voice said as they came from the back. I turned my attention towards the owner of the voice and smiled.

"Hello, (Y/N). How have you been?"

"Wow, he wasn't lying, he actually has friends. I'm impressed." Charles said with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Erik, what are you doing here? I thought we agreed to never look for each other again." (Y/N) asked as they walked around the counter to stand in front of us.

"Well that was then, and this is now. We need your help." I said. They haven't changed a bit. 

"Oh, I've heard that before. You can fuck off Erik, I'm never helping you again." They said as they glared up at me. You always did look cute when you were upset.

"I don't know what the history between the two of you is, but he's not asking for your help. I am. In return I'm offering to help you control your mutation. If we could sit down I could explain everything further." Charles said as he looked between the two of us.

"Mutation? What are you talking about, I don't have any type of mutation. And who even are you?" (Y/N) asked as they finally turned their attention towards Charles, giving him a once over.

"I'm Charles Xavier. You see, the three of us all have a gene- well, a mutated gene- that gives us specific abilities. I'm a telepath, and Erik can control metal." 

"You're crazy. The whole time Erik and I worked together, he never showed signs of having any special 'abilities'. Other than being an asshole." (Y/N)'s lips curled into a slight smirk at the insult.

"It's not my fault you kept getting in the way." I said.

"You pushed me off a fucking train, Erik. I think it's safe to say that that wasn't my fault."

"You're the one who wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. I told you to stay in the train and wait for me, but you just couldn't follow directions." 

"So you decided that the safest bet was to push me off a moving train?"

"Exactly."

"Erik, you're not helping. (Y/N), I understand that you probably don't trust Erik, but you can trust me. If anything goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility. So what do you say?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, looking between the two of us. I was beginning to think that they'd say no and kick us out, but they finally came to a decision. "Fine, I'll help. As long as Erik doesn't double cross me. Again."

Charles looked at me expectedly, making me roll my eyes. Please, we need all the help we can get. Charles communicated to me telepathically. "Fine, I won't double cross you."

"Excellent! (Y/N,) let's take a taxi to your place so you can gather some of your things. On the way, I can tell you all about my research and what exactly it is we're doing here. I'm sure you'll find it all very interesting." Charles said as he led (Y/N) out of the shop. 

"You coming, espèce d'imbécile?" (Y/N) asked as they got in the taxi. I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and got in the taxi.

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(Y/N)'s POV

Charles had spent both taxi rides and most of the plane ride explaining his findings about mutants. To be honest, I didn't understand most of it, but he seemed excited to share this information with someone new, so I wasn't going to stop him. All I knew was that I had another reason for people to call me a freak. Once the plane landed, Charles drove us to his house- excuse me, I mean mansion. "Well shit. You lived here by yourself?" I asked as I got out of the car. 

"Well, not entirely. I have a sister named Raven, you'll meet her soon." Charles said as we walked inside. I can't believe I'm in a fucking mansion. If only my parents could see me now. 

"Oh good, you're back! Hello there, I'm Raven." The blond girl said as she smiled brightly and ran over to me and gave me a hug. I was shocked for a second, but I quickly hugged her back. Is this usually how people greet each other?

"I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you. You're Charles' sister, right?" I asked as she pulled away. She nodded and turned to Charles. 

"The boys are sitting in the kitchen. Can you take (Y/N)'s stuff to their room while I introduce them to everyone else?" She asked him. He nodded and grabbed my suitcases, walking somewhere down the hall. She then turned to Erik. "Are the two of you getting along well?"

Erik scoffed. "Me and Charles or me and (Y/N)? Because me and Charles are getting along swimmingly, but (Y/N) is being a bit dramatic if you ask me."

"Says the man who spent 30 minutes crying because he lost track of some stupid guy." I shot back quickly. Erik's jaw clenched as he gave me a once over, then walked in the same direction that Charles went.

"Well that was rude of him. Anyway, come on, let's go meet the rest of the boys." She said as she grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the kitchen. One boy was standing in front of the sink with a beer in his hand, another one with glasses sitting at the table with a bunch of files in front of him, and a messy brown haired boy digging through the fridge. "Boys, we have a new friend. Introduce yourselves please."

"Alex." The boy with the beer said.

The boy rummaging through the fridge stood up, holding a bottle of water in one hand and waving at me with the other. "I'm Seth."

"I'm Hank, nice to meet you." He gave me an awkward smile.

"(Y/N), nice to meet you all." 

"So, what are your special abilities?" Alex asked as he threw the bottle in the trash.

"Anatomy manipulation. You?" They all looked at me like I was crazy. Did I say something wrong?

"A-Anatomy manipulation? That's a pretty violent thing." Hank said as he pushed his glasses to sit correctly on his nose.

"Yeah, it can get pretty ugly. That's why I don't really like to use them. Hurting people isn't really my style."

"I learned that the hard way." Erik's voice came from behind us. I swear this man gets on my fucking nerves.

"Hey Erik. Did you need something?" Raven asked as she turned around to face him. She is definitely interested in him. 

"I would like to speak to (Y/N) in my room."

"Why would I go anywhere with you. You gonna try and kill me again or something?"

"I promised not to, remember? Now come with me." He grabbed my hand and dragged me to his room, closing the door behind us and locking it. First of all, that's creepy. Second of all he could've given me a chance to walk without him dragging me along like I'm some child.

"What do you want, Erik?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I want to apologize. For being an ass. And for anything else I might have done that caused you pain. Will you forgive me?" He said. His words were rushed, he stumbled a little and he seemed out of breath. He must not be used to having to apologize for his actions. Typical.

I stared at him for a moment, switching my focus between his eyes before speaking. "Well I'm not going to say that I forgive you, but I'm glad that you decided to apologize. What made you want to do that?"

"Charles helped me see something that I couldn't see before. Although there's something I need to do to prove his theory."

"And what's that? Be nice to everyone for a day? Well good luck with that because the day that you're nice to people is the day that hell freezes over." 

"Has anyone ever told you that you make things extremely difficult?" Erik asked as he looked down at you. Why did he have to be so tall? 

"No, but then again I've never had to work with someone as stubborn as you."

"Oh I'm the stubborn one? Aren't you the one who refused to leave a bar until the bartender apologized for calling you that horrid word? Then when he finally did mutter out a half assed apology, you still wouldn't leave? Or am I just remembering things incorrectly?" Erik stated, his smile growing bigger at each sentence. I chuckled and shook my head.

"You see, that was different. He called us both slurs, and I wasn't just going to let him get away with that. Plus you know you enjoyed it, you sat there laughing the whole time." I said as I poked him in his chest. 

"I always did love the way you would stand up for what you thought was right." 

"Oh, so you don't hate me? Well there's a shock. You are full of surprises today, aren't you?"

"Why would I hate you? You're the closest thing to a friend I have at the moment."

"If I'm the closest thing you have to a friend, you seriously need to work on your social skills."

"Yeah, Charles said the same thing. Just a lot more complicated, honestly I stopped listening about a minute in. He tends to take the long way of explaining things."

"I think he's just excited to be with other people. He's been alone in this big house with only one other person to talk to. I'd be happy to be around other people too."

"That's fair. So what have you been up to since the last time we talked?" Erik asked as he sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. I sat down and smiled at him.

"You mean since the last time you tried to kill me? Nothing much really. As you see I moved to Atlanta, and I was working at a coffee/book shop. Sometimes I babysit the owner's kids while she goes away for work, and when I'm not at work, I volunteer at the orphanage. Pretty boring stuff if you ask me. How about you? Still chasing after Shaw?" I ask as I look up at him. 

"Of course, he has to pay for what he's done. This is the closest I've gotten to catching him."

"I understand. But what are you gonna do once you finally kill him? Are you gonna move away again?"

"No, I don't think I will. I think I might stay here and help Charles with his plan- even though it sounds utterly insane."

"What plan?" 

"He wants to turn this place into a school for people like us- his preferred term is mutant. He wants to help other people in the way that we never had help."

"That's actually very kind of him." Charles does seem like the kind of guy to put others before himself.

"Yeah, I guess. You should stay too, you've always been more of a people person than I."

"Maybe I will. It'd give me more time to annoy the hell out of you." I said as I nudged his shoulder. He chuckled and nudged me back.

"It's getting late, you should head to bed. It's been a long day." Erik said as he helped me off the bed.

"Yeah, I am getting pretty tired. Thanks for the trip down memory lane."

"Any time. Goodnight (Y/N)." He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I smiled and waved as I walked away, in search of my new room. Maybe Erik Lehnsherr does have a heart under all those steel walls after all.

[dontcare77ghj]

Diamond

Stucky x reader

Y/N L/N had been a part of the Avengers since it's conception. With her skills, she had been a valuable asset to the team. Y/N had been born a mutant. 

Her powers had developed when she was very young. Originally it was believed that she only possessed the skills of telepathy until she reached her adolescent years. It was then Y/N found out she also she could transform herself into an organic diamond state.

Y/N had trained very hard to gain control over her abilities and it was because of how hard she'd worked, she'd been noticed by Nick Fury.

Nick had been keeping an eye on her at Charles Xavier's suggestion and in 2012 he'd asked her to join the Avengers initiative.

It was in 2012 Y/N met the team, but primarily, it was 2012 when she met Steve and Bucky. 

The super soldiers. Captain America and the White Wolf.

Men who'd fought in the second world war saved millions of people and had been frozen in time.

It was 2013, when the two had caught up with most of what they missed, did they ask you out.

The three of you had been together for two years now. And life had settled. Sure the world still needed saving, but at least you had your boys now. 

"Tony that's disgusting." Bucky sighed, leaning back into the couch.

"I'm just asking a question." He defended himself. "No need to scream at me."

"You're lucky Y/n doesn't throw you across the room." Natasha laughed.

"I'm tempted to, Stark. It's too early for these questions." You groaned, pouring yourself a large coffee.

"It's a simple question. Can you have sex in diamond form?" Tony asked again.

"Can I throw him against the wall? Just once?" You begged Steve. 

"Let her do it, Steve," Bucky said as you sat next to him. 

"I'm recording," Clint said, holding up his phone.

"As much as I'm for you using your powers, you can't throw Tony into a wall," Steve told you, causing you and Bucky to groan.

"Spoilsport." You said, leaning into Bucky's side.

"Mail call," Wanda announced, entering with a handful of letters and Vision carrying some boxes. "Here, Y/N," Wanda said, passing you a letter.

"Thanks, Wand." You smiled, placing your cup down to take the letter. Opening the letter you felt your blood turn to ice. 

"Something wrong, doll?" Steve asked, regarding you in concern. 

"It's from the Brotherhood." You said, reading the letter carefully. 

"What like traveling pants?" Tony asked, opening his package.

"No, the Brotherhood is a mutant terrorist group." You told him. "They want to kill all humans."

"Oh, well that's not good," Tony said before yelping as Natasha hit the back of his head.

"There's a war coming." You swallowed harshly. "They plan to eradicate humans as well as any mutant, not on their side. They want me to fight with them."

"Is there an address?" Bucky asked, taking the envelope.

"Of course not." You scoffed, throwing the letter on the table. "Gods it's too early for this shit." You sighed, chugging the rest of your coffee.

"What are you going to do?" Natasha asked you.

"I'm going to make a call. Warn Logan and the rest of the X-Men, and I'm going to stay out of this." You told her. "Most mutants already think I picked a side when I chose to join the Avengers. I'm not exactly welcomed by most mutants with open arms." 

An hour later you were back in the room you shared with Steve and Bucky, letter in one hand, phone in the other.

"Logan, please just be careful." You begged, running a hand through your hair. "These guys aren't playing around."

"I promise I will take this seriously," Logan assured you. "As long as you take care of yourself."

"I will. Let me know if you guys need help." You said before hanging up.

"Doll, are you okay?" Bucky asked, sitting behind you.

"You're worried about the letter aren't you?" Steve followed up.

"Not so much the letter." You said, moving into your boy's arms. "Just, worried about what the Brotherhood's going to start. Mutants are already hated. You remember how hard they tried to arrest me after New York and I helped save the city. It's taken years but we're finally, for the most part, somewhat accepted. If they start a war, we could all have to go back into hiding. I don't want to go back into hiding."

"Doll, we promise, if the Brotherhood starts anything we won't let anyone come after you. We won't let anyone take you and we won't let you go into hiding." Steve said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"And if worst-case scenario, you have to go into hiding we'll be right with you," Bucky promised, squeezing your hand.

"I can't ask you to do that." You shook your head.

"You're not asking. And we're not taking no for an answer." Steve said.

"We're in this until the end of the line," Bucky told you, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Until the end of the line." You repeated with a smile.

It had been three weeks since the first letter. In that period you had received twelve more letters, each increasing in threat. The first few were offers for you to join and as you continued to ignore them they were no longer offers.

They were threats. Threats to your friends, your family, your boys, and to yourself.

There was no way to track where these letters were coming from, and there was no way to find them.

"I'll be fine you two. And I won't be alone, Kitty's coming with me." You said to Steve and Bucky as you pulled on your heels.

"And we trust Kitty, we like Kitty, but are you both sure going out is a good idea?" Steve asked.

"It is the middle of the day, we're going to a restaurant and we're both powerful mutants. Nothing's going to happen." You assured him.

"We could trail you if you want. Keep our distance, keep you safe." Bucky offered.

"A thoughtful gesture, but it's a no from me." You said, kissing his cheek. "I've been cooped up in this tower for weeks, and I've had enough. I won't even be two blocks away." You laughed, sitting on the brunette's lap.

"Okay doll. We know we're being a little overbearing. We just worry." Steve said, putting his hand on your knee and squeezing it.

"You shouldn't worry so much, you're going to get wrinkles." You teased him, poking your index finger between his eyes.

"Yeah, you old man. You're going to start looking like a prune." Bucky teased the blonde.

"You're older than me." Steve pointed out.

"Well, I think you both look great." You said, kissing Bucky and then leaning over to kiss Steve.

"Are you sure you have to go out?" Bucky asked once you and Steve pulled apart.

"Yep." You said, jumping off his lap. "In fact, Kitty's on her way up now." You added, grabbing your bag.

Tease, Bucky thought.

"I heard that, Buck." You smiled, walking back over to the two. 

"You were supposed to," Bucky said, standing to embrace you. "Just be careful, for us." He begged.

"Always." You promised as Steve pulled you into his arms.

"Y/N are you ready?" Kitty asked as the elevator doors dinged. "Don't make me come in there."

"Keep your pants on." You called back. "I'll be back soon. I love you." You told the two.

"Love you too, sweetheart." They responded in unison. 

"We should get dessert," Kitty said, skipping beside you. 

"And pump you full of sugar, no way. Logan will kill me if I send you back hyper." You laughed.

"Logan wouldn't kill you, you're like his kid." Kitty waved you off. "I know this fantastic ice cream place. It's right around the corner."

"Fine but if you piss off Logan, let it be known I was against this." You said, causing her to giggle.

Kitty took your hand and began to lead you down the street. The two of you were deep in conversation and you almost didn't notice as she led you down an alley.

"Kitty, what are you doing?" You asked the woman, yanking your hand out of hers. Focusing on Kitty's brain signals you reached into her head. It was strange, it was as if there was a low humming coming from her mind.

"Kitty's a bit checked out right now." A familiar voice said from behind you. Instantly you spun around and shifted into your diamond form.

"Jean, I see you've changed sides." You commented, narrowing your eyes at her figure. 

"I wouldn't exactly put it like that." She said, walking towards you.

"Do you prefer the term traitorous bitch then?" You asked her, eyes darting between her and Kitty.

"It doesn't have to be like this Y/N." Jean sighed. "We could do great things with you on our side."

"You want to kill half the world's population. You want to use me to do that and you've fucked with my friend's brain. Sorry Jean, but it's a no from me." You told her, discreetly reaching for your phone and pressing the button Tony had installed.

"It wasn't really a question, Y/N. It just would have been better if you said yes." She sighed. "Sabertooth." She called. Within seconds the alleyway darkened and Sabertooth stood before you.

The brooding hulk of a man launched forward with his hands outstretched. You dodged his grip and picked up a dumpster before hurling it at him.

You were putting up a decent fight until you felt a hand grip your shoulder and you sunk into the ground.

A startled gasp left your mouth as you were sucked halfway into the Earth. Looking up you noticed more people had joined the four of you in the alley.

"I take it you're Sebastian Shaw." You said, attempting to free yourself. 

"And you're Y/N L/N. I'm sorry it's taken us this long to meet, but we'll have plenty of time to be acquainted." He said as Kitty and Sabertooth freed you. "You can drop your diamond form any time you wish."

"And free me to have my head fucked with by that traitorous bitch? Fuck off." You rejected him.

"We'll see how long that lasts," Sebastian smirked.

Non-Reader POV

The tower had become quiet after Y/N left. The world didn't need saving and it seemed even petty villains were taking the day off. 

Everyone was lounging around the common floor and just enjoying their time off.

Until a loud, blaring, siren began to repeatedly ring.

"What is that Stark?" Clint yelled over the noise, turning down his hearing aids.

"That's what happens when you press the button on your phones," Tony yelled back. "J.A.R.V.I.S. who's distress signal is that?"

"The signal is coming from Miss L/N's phone," J.A.R.V.I.S. responded, turning off the alarm.

"What's happening to Y/N?" Bucky demanded.

"J.A.R.V.I.S locate Y/N's signal and hack into any security cameras in the area," Tony ordered. J.A.R.V.I.S. took a second before he brought up a grainy security feed on the T.V.

"Is this live?" Steve demanded, jumping to his feet.

"Yes, Captain Rogers," J.A.R.V.I.S. responded. 

"Send the location to my phone," Steve said as he and Bucky made to leave the room. 

"It's a bit late for that," Natasha said before they could leave the room. Steve and Bucky turned around in time to see a red man appear on the screen before disappearing. Along with everyone.

Along with Y/N.

"Fuck," Bucky growled, punching his metal hand through the wall. Before he could destroy any more property Steve took his hands in his.

"Tony, is there any way you can track them?" Steve asked without turning back to the billionaire. 

"I can't," Tony admitted, shaking his head. "I'm sorry."

"You can't, but I can," Natasha said, pulling out her phone. "Logan, this is Natasha Romanoff. We need your help."

"I'm trying! This isn't easy!" Rouge snapped at Tony who raised his hands and backed away.

"Alright everyone, let's just take a ten-minute break. Everyone is too stressed." Storm said. "Bobby please take our guests to the kitchen and Rouge breath."

It had been two weeks since Y/N and Kitty had been taken. There had been no contact from the brotherhood and no-one even knew if they were alive. 

The Avengers combined with the X-Men had been working as hard as they could to track down their missing friends but after two weeks of zero results, everyone was beginning to lose it.

"We're sorry about Tony," Steve said as he and Bucky walked with Storm.

"We know he can be a lot on a good day." Bucky apologized. 

"Trust me, I understand large egos. I live in a house of mutants who all believe their powers are superior to each other." Storm laughed. "At least we're making progress."

"If you count progress as not finding anyone but finding out where they're not, then yeah. I suppose we're making progress." Bucky said.

"Progress is progress." Storm shrugged.

"Storm," Logan said, rounding the corner. "Where'd Rouge go?"

"She mumbled something about needing a smoke." Storm told him. "A habit she picked up from you, I assume."

"As long as she leaves mine alone, I don't care what she does." Logan shrugged, moving past them to find the girl.

"I apologize for Logan. He's not taking Kitty or Y/N's kidnapping well." Storm said as they continued walking. "Or Jean's defection."

"I wouldn't think he'd take it any other way," Steve assured her. "From what we understand they were very close."

"Close is one way to describe them." Storm chuckled. "Logan might as well be her father. He's the one who found her after all."

"Y/N never mentioned that," Bucky said, furrowing his brow.

"That sounds like Y/N. She never did like talking about how she joined us."

"Could you tell us exactly how Y/N came here?" Steve asked the woman.

"I wasn't here when Logan brought Y/N back, but from my understanding, he found her in the forest. She was five and her parents had left her to die in that forest." Storm explained.

"If I ever find those fuckers, I'm going to stick my claws in their head," Logan said, appearing behind them. "Rouge wants everyone back." He added before walking off.

"He's very blunt." Storm laughed. "You're lucky he likes you two."

Reader POV

A week after being taken.

"You're killing yourself, Y/N." Jean sighed, entering your cell. 

"Like you fucking care, Jean." You scoffed, refusing to face the woman. "You're the reason I'm here."

"I don't have to be the reason you die." She said, stepping towards you. "Drop your diamond form Y/N. Your stubbornness is going to be the death of you."

"You and I both know, this isn't going to kill me. I don't have to eat, sleep, drink, or breathe in this form. I'm unbreakable and you can't read my mind." You said, finally turning to face the redhead.

"You're not unbreakable, no-one is." Jean rolled her eyes. 

"I am unbreakable." You insisted. "And there's nothing you or your little friends can do about that."

"We'll see about that," Jean said, spinning around and slamming the door behind her.

You waited a minute before you turned back to the barred window and resumed your attempts of freedom.

You'd get out of here. And you'd save all those Jean and the Brotherhood had trapped inside their heads.

Two weeks.

"Normally, I would like to say I am a rational man. A man who follows his beliefs to a T, but you are really testing my patience." Shaw said, pacing in front of your still diamond form.

You had been the Brotherhood's prisoner for two weeks. You had attempted escape three times, only to be thwarted at every turn. The Brotherhood may have thought breaking you would be easy, but you got your stubbornness from Logan Howlett.

It had been two weeks of you being trapped in your diamond form. You hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, hadn't done anything except attempt to escape and deny your kidnapper's requests.

You knew if you were to drop your diamond form at any point, Jean would play with your head as she had done Kitty's and so many others.

"I've been known to do so." You murmured, eyes closed as you attempted to meditate.

"This isn't funny anymore," Shaw growled, storming forward and grabbing you by the throat. He pulled you from the ground and held you off the floor. 

"It wasn't funny to begin with." You said not even struggling against his grip. "Face it, Shaw, you wanted power by using me but you underestimated how powerful I am." You mocked him.

"I will give you one last chance to join us on your own terms," Shaw said, looking you dead in the eyes.

"Are we done here? Because I'm done hearing that sentence every day." You rolled your eyes.

"After today you won't hear it again." He said, throwing your body across the room. "Sabertooth." He called. 

Within a second the large mutant filled the doorway and darkened the cell.

"It's time," Shaw said, stepping aside for Sabertooth to enter. Sabertooth lumbered towards you and raised you from the ground. 

You struggled fiercely against the hairy man's grasp but he merely tightened his hold as he followed Shaw down the hall.

"You see, Miss L/N, I am usually against harming one of our kind. But this is for the good of our kind, so I think my conscience will be fine." Shaw said, opening a series of doors.

"Oh good for you." You groaned, still struggling.

"I've been doing some research. Your diamond form is fascinating. Fourteen days without rest or nutrition? It's impressive." He commented. "You're nearly unbreakable."

"I am unbreakable, but it's sweet you find me so interesting." You rolled your eyes.

"Diamonds can be broken." Shaw continued as if uninterrupted. "It just takes a lot of pressure. For you, it takes a lot more pressure." He told you, opening a door to reveal what looked like an operating theater.

"Oh fuck." You whispered, struggling harder than before. If you been in your normal form, Sabertooth would have crushed your organs. "You fucking let me go you piece of mutated shit!" You yelled.

"I did a lot of research for this experiment, Y/N, I'd thank you to participate," Sebastian smirked.

Despite your struggles and attempts at escape, Sabertooth managed to strap you down to the medical bed.

"The straps are made from vibranium, even your boyfriends wouldn't be able to get out of it." He told you. "And this," He said, pressing a button causing a drill to lower above your prone body. "Is the strongest diamond drill known to man."

"It's not going to work, Shaw." You snapped at him. "You're going to lose."

"With you on my side, I think I'm going to win." He grinned, pressing another button causing the drill to turn on and continue to lower. 

Directly above your heart. 

"You have a choice here. Join us and I will turn the drill off, sparing either of us the knowledge as to whether it will work. Or, you can continue to fight and we'll see if you die or turn back. The choice is yours."

"Go fuck yourself." You growled, unable to move an inch of your body. You did not notice how quickly the drill had lowered until it was piercing your diamond form.

A shrill scream left your throat as the drill punctured your diamond form. You could feel and hear, the rest of your body beginning to crack as the drill continued to lower.

The sound of the door being thrown off its hinges attracted your attention but you couldn't see past the drill.

You could hear Shaw yelling in fear and pain, Sabertooth growling and your name being screamed.

The drill turned off as you felt your diamond form begin to falter. The pain began to set in and you began to dry sob as the drill was raised.

"I got you, doll." A voice near your ear said as your straps loosened. "I got you," Steve repeated as you looked up.

"Steve." You gasped as you tried to sit up. A yelp escaped you as you attempted to move.

"Lay down, doll," Steve pushed you back. "It's okay, I'm here. Buck's here, Logan's here. We're going to get you out."

"I can't move." You gasped. "I can't shift back, I can feel the damage." You winced.

"It's fine we're going to deal with this. Buck!" Steve called, cutting the rest of your straps. "She's breaking and can't shift back."

"My heart hurts." You whimpered, looking up at the brunette.

"That's okay, doll. We're going to get Banner to set up the medical on the jet. We're going to get you out." He promised you, pressing a kiss to your cold forehead. "Can you carry her and throw that thing?" He asked Steve.

"I'll carry her." Logan cut in, sheathing his claws. "Sorry, kid." He said, gently lifting you causing you to cry out. 

"Did you find Kitty?" You whispered to Logan as the four of you ran towards an exit.

"We got her kid. She's okay." Logan told you, causing you to sigh happily.

The four of you made it back to the jet with no incidents and you saw both your families waiting for you all.

Hank and Bruce had set up a medical area and were waiting for the four of you.

Logan gently laid you down on the table they set down and you winced as you heard your skin crack once more.

"Christ Y/N." Hank cursed, assessing the damage. "You need to shift back if you want to heal these cracks." He told you.

"I can't." You shook your head. "They had a diamond drill. Drilled into my heart. It went through." You gasped.

Bruce and Hank began to discuss ways they fix the damage without killing you.

“You need to stay in this form until we get back to the tower.” Bruce told you. “We’re going to have Cho set up the cradle and when we get back you have to drop your diamond form, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded. Bruce and Hank stepped aside and Steve and Bucky took their places, each taking one of your hands.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky smiled, pressing hips lips to yours.

“Hi, Buck.” You smiled weakly. “You look tired.”

“That’s rich coming from you.” He smiled at you gently. 

“You’re not wrong. I feel like absolute shit.” You groaned.

“That’s alright. We’ll take care of you when we get back. You’re not leaving the bed for a couple of weeks.” Steve smiled, kissing your hand.

“Sounds fun.” You smirked.

“That’s not going to happen for a while.” Steve shook his head as Bucky chuckled.

The jet landed back at the tower what felt like minutes later. Helen and her team pushed their way onto the jet and began to roll the table off the jet.

“Y/N we need you to drop this form.” Helen said as you were rushed to the infirmary. Weakly you gave the woman a nod and with more effort than normal you dropped your diamond form for the first time in two weeks.

A strangled gasp escaped your lips as the pain to your normal self set in. The last thing you remembered before you lost consciousness was the table moving faster and Helen began to bark orders.

“Hey kid.” Logan greeted, entering your room. 

“Hey Logan.” You smiled, sitting up in the bed, not disturbing a sleeping Steve next to you.

“Want me to come back later?” He asked, gesturing to Steve and Bucky who were curled around you.

“No you’re fine. These two sleep like the dead.” You told him as he sat in the chair next to the bed. “I missed you Logan.” You said, taking his hand.

“I missed you too, kid. I thought we lost you for a minute there.” He admitted.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m your kid.” You laughed.

“How’s the heart?” He asked, pointing a finger in your hearts area. “Gonna give you any grief?”

“No, cradle fixed most of it. Healing factor will do the rest.” You told him.

“You scared me kid.” Logan told you. “I thought you were going to die for a minute there. You’re like my kid, don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You won’t have to think about that for a while, Logan. I’m not going anywhere.” You smiled, squeezing his hand. “I’ll always be here.”

“I’m proud of you, Y/N. You’ve always made good choices. You’ve saved the world a couple times and you picked some good partners.” He chuckled, gesturing to the sleeping men. “You’ve grown so much since I found you in that forest.”

“You’ve changed too, Logan. You’ve done some good things too.” You told him.

“Best I ever did was raise you.” He said. “I love you kid.”

“I love you too, dad.” You told him, causing the man to smile wider than you’d ever seen.

Sitting in that hospital bed, you had never been happier. You had your boys with you, you had your father and you had your family in this tower. You were alive and that’s all that you needed.

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21 & 22.  Professional Rivals AU + Futuristic AU (Part 2) - Cherik

Part 1 is here!

In the fifteen years since Charles and Raven left Earth IV to roam the galaxy, there have only been a handful of times when he’s been truly afraid that they might not make it out alive. The first had been their kidnapping at the hands of Tarkussian slave traders, when Charles has been a mere fifteen year old miscreant and Raven scarcely twelve, and they’d stolen away on the wrong freighter to get off-world. The time Raven had been bitten by a Morgoss serpent, when they went salvaging off the coast of the Froni sea. And of course the Arathor 7 ‘incident’ with Erik and Sebastian Shaw, where Charles lost his legs and had to have them replaced with cybernetic ones after spending two bloody months in a coma.

This particular mission is turning out to be just as bad for his health and his sanity, only this time, Charles is very much on his own.

‘Charles, where are you? We’ve got to get back to the ship right now!’

“I’m trying,” he hollers, ducking just as a plasma shot burns a hole right beside his head, the volley of gunfire deafening both here and on Raven’s side over the comms. “I’m pinned down here on Deck 4! Don’t wait for me; just get the others back to the ship now!”

‘Goddammit Charles I’m not leaving without you!’ Raven yells back, and he can hear shouts of agreement from Alex and Darwin through the comms, along with a string of exceptionally creative curses from a highly agitated Sean. ‘Stay there! We’ll come and get you!’

“You can’t.” He’s about two minutes away from running out of ammo, and waves of very pissed off Skoll keep slowly advancing towards him down the dimly lit hall. “There’s hundreds of them between you and me, Raven. Go. Save yourselves.”

Another shot, this time pinging off his deflector shield right above his heart. A few more direct hits and the generator will get shorted, and then the plasma will burn right through his damned armor plating…

If he gets hit it had better be a clean fucking shot; he’d rather die than risk having another limb blown off. 

‘Fuck that,’ Raven snarls, ‘you don’t get to die unless I’m the one killing you, do you hear me, Charles? You stay alive until I find--”

“I love you,” he says, before cutting their comms, and rolling into an alcove so he can get out of sight temporarily and take a few deep breaths. He yanks the portable explosive Hank packed for him in this gear, arming the detonator to voice command so he can set it off as soon as Raven and the others get clear.

Even if they don’t make it back to the ship by the time Charles runs out of ammo, the resulting explosion should tear a large enough hole in the space station to distract the Skolls on their tail.

Let’s keep that option to the very last, shall we Mr. Xavier? I vote we try getting out of this mess the old fashioned way.

An explosion goes off behind him in the hall, distracting him from answering the telepathic message, or even wondering who can be talking to him from a distance with all the psi dampening tech built into the damn station walls. A wave of gunfire erupts from a previously sealed door, and suddenly Charles finds himself flanked by three other bodies, armored in the Brotherhood’s signature red and black.

Of course it would be just like Erik to show up out of the blue, and make Charles’ bad fucking day even worse.

“Fuck me,” Charles mutters, just as fresh wave of Skoll sentinels arrive and start shooting, pushing them all back towards the room where his would-be rescuers appeared. Even with help they can’t keep this up for very long, before the Skoll’s sheer numbers overwhelm them where they stand.

“Arm. Detonate at 50%. 5 seconds,” he shouts, as he pushes his plan none too gently into Erik’s head. Then he tosses the device right behind the Skoll’s portable shield generator, as Erik tears great hunks of the metal off the walls to seal them in from the blast.

The resulting explosion brings down a huge chunk of Deck 5 into the hall, enough to block - temporarily at least - any Skolls who didn’t get caught immediately in the blast.

And Charles finds himself still breathing and in one piece, well protected behind a massive barricade with his former lover and now rival, Erik fucking Lehnsherr.

He knows he’s going to deny it to his dying day, but it’s most definitely relief, but also feelings that makes him grab Erik’s face and pull him into a passionate, open mouthed kiss.

It’s also feelings that make him haul off and punch that same smug face, knocking him right off his feet and on the ground with a grunt.

Wincing, Erik merely rubs at his jaw and gives him a sheepish grin. “It’s good to see you too, Charles.”

“Don’t try and sweet talk me, Erik. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“He’s here to save you,” a voice answers, the same voice Charles heard in his head only moments ago it seems. “You were set up by my father, and by Sebastian Shaw.”

“Your father?” he asks, just as the helmet comes off, revealing long cascading blonde hair and a very familiar face. It’s Emma Frost, daughter of crime lord Winston Frost and the very one they’re supposed to be looking for, though its abundantly clear now that she requires no saving. “Fucking-- And Shaw! Again! How? Oh, god I’m never going to hear the end of this from Raven.”

Dragging himself back up and onto his feet, Erik shoulders his rifle and lets out a tired sigh. Charles does not think about kissing him again, or how handsome he looks with a new beard and slightly longer hair. “It’s a long story. Let’s get the hell out of here, and we’ll tell you everything we know.”

“I can teleport us to the Genosha,” the third Brotherhood crew member - who turns out to be Azazel - says. “It’s closer to our location than the Blackbird. You can call Raven and then we can reconvene with your team somewhere safe.”

“I know you have no reason to trust me after what happened, Charles,” Erik says, “just...let me help you. For old times?”

It’s a bad idea, he knows, spending any amount of time around Erik Lehnsherr, not only for his health but also for his still broken heart. So he’ll just accept the help off the station and get whatever information he can about Shaw, and then walk away and not let himself get sucked back in to Erik’s bullshit... Again...

"Fine,” Charles says, ignoring Erik’s relieved smile. “Let’s get out of this hell hole before my sister burns this whole place down.” 

[sebastianshaw]

And I’m sure Snowbird getting a happy ending had nothing to do with her being a blonde white woman and Haven being a dark skinned woc

I don’t think it was THE reason, but I would not rule it out as a contributing factor.

The major reason is that Snowbird is a hero and a major character, whereas Haven was an extremely minor character and a villain. So it’s pretty standard in that regard for Snowbird to get a happy ending, and Haven not to. Especially considering that, while Snowbird was not a character that “belonged” to anyone in particuliar, Haven was the creation of DeMatteis and when he left the book, so did she. That’s why her story just ENDS so abruptly after her confrontation with Charles, even though it seems like it should just be getting starting---her creator took off, and the new writer wasn’t interested in her.

She pops back up in the annual a year or two later to die, and I strongly suspect this was due to readers writing in and asking what happened to her; I can’t confirm this for fact, but TV Tropes claimed that fans actually refused to root against her because she was so sympathetic and benevolent, so I imagine a lot of them wanted to know where she went and this was to get them to shut up.

(It kind of reminds me of when this webcomic writer wrote a character he meant as despicable and twisted, and she was, but she was also way more deep and interesting than the 2D mouthpieces the protagonists were, so fans kept asking when she’d come back. He got so fed up he drew her dying in a gross and humiliating way. So yeah, if people were indeed asking “what happened to Haven and her evil possessed fetus?” and writing her dying in the mud giving birth while a goddess victim-blames her was the response...yeah. Again I cannot be for sure this is what happened, it’s just a GUESS.)

But yeah the big reason is Snowbird is a heroine and important, Haven was a flash-in-the-pan villain that only one writer wanted to write and had to be gotten out of the way when someone new came in. Nothing deeper than that. But the WAY that Haven’s story played out, especially compared to Snowbird’s...that’s got a lot of sexism and quite potentially racism there, yeah. So um, let’s get into that. Under a cut for length because I doubt people following a Shaw blog for Shaw want to see a bunch of non-Shaw rambling.

Haven’s story, as I have written about MANY times on her blog, is REALLY UNCOMFY in its sexism, racism, and xenophobia. Let me say, I do not think DeMatteis intended this. He writes Haven as a very kind, well-intentioned person even at her worst, and I happen to know he has a genuine real-life interest in Indian spirituality, which I think is definitely what inspired her. Unfortunately, these good intentions didn’t stop Unfortunate Implications galore: - Our first Indian/Hindu/Zoroastrian character is not only a villain, her “evil” philosophy is taken directly from real-world Hindu beliefs - She is opposed by a team comprised ENTIRELY of white people who work for the US government who scoff at those beliefs and refer to them as “New Age” (aka a white hippie movement that appropriated a lot of actual Hindu ideas but certainly did not invent it!) - The US government says she’s a terrorist. Polaris raises doubts, because Haven’s actions at that point have been nothing but benevolent (she saved Polaris) whereas the same government making these accusations has been malevolent (the people trying to kill/capture Polaris were US agents, despite Polaris working for the government, who attacked her because she had the same energy signal as Magneto) When they go to see Haven in person, she’s preaching peace between humans and mutants. Havok opens fire on her---so basically, a law enforcement officer shooting without warning at an unarmed WOC who isn’t doing anything threatening and they don’t even know has superpowers yet--and Haven has to hit the deck. Despite her own great power that we later learn she has, she never retaliates. But we find out that yes, actually, everything the government said about her is true, she’s leading a terrorist death-cult, and so it’s a-okay that our white government cop FIRED A FUCKING PLASMA BURST AT HER WHEN SHE WAS JUST STANDING THERE. The moral of her story is seriously “this brown woman with a funny religion is a terrorist because the government said so, no matter how nice and gentle she seems, and thus any excessive force against her was definitely justified even if we didn’t know that at the time” like it’s CHILLING. - Haven herself actually has very questionable agency in all this. She’s actually been pregnant for twenty years; her unborn child is permanently in the first trimester and possessed by the powerful demon known as The Adversary (which doesn’t make sense timeline-wise, but I have no doubt this thing can time travel, its entire point is to fuck the rules of universal order) We don’t know exactly how much it can influence her or perhaps even control her, but we do know it’s been talking in her head from 20 years and came on at a time she was REALLY messed up and vulnerable, and manipulated her at the least. I personally think it probably was controlling or influencing her at a very deep subtle level, but that’s just my interpretation. At the least though, again, talking in her head for 20 years, that’s the supernatural equivalent of schizophrenia and we wouldn’t blame her for THAT, right? - Oh, and about it appearing when she was at her lowest, most vulnerable point? Know why she was at her lowest, most vulnerable point just when she happened to be pregnant? Haven’s story is she was born extremely rich but was so passionate about using her privilege to help the poor that she ran away from her parents---philanthropists themselves, but who wanted to protect her from the outside world too---to go work directly in the streets, bathing lepers and cradling dying babies. She got her name “Haven” because she used her wealth to renovate a children’s hospital of the same name, I’m serious. She was literally a fucking SAINT. And then she fell in love with a man, and he used her, knocked her up, and ran off. She was DEEPLY ashamed and berated herself not only for her loss of “purity” but also for being “selfish” and forgetting the children. This is...so sad, and so DEEPLY entrenched in how women, ESPECIALLY women of color in a colonized culture, are considered “selfish” and “evil” if they don’t utterly sacrifice themselves 24/7 to care for others and dare have wants/needs of their own. So she fell into this deep despair and that’s when her fetus starts talking to her and filling her head with twisted lies that preyed on both her devout spirituality and her desire to help others.

There is no more sympathetic villain setup POSSIBLE, you’d think Haven would be a SHOE-IN for a redemption arc or at least being saved from her own “child”, but she gets neither. She dies alone in the mud, having only now realized as the birth is coming just what it is she’s about the bring into the world. Roma, the Omniversal Guardian Goddess and eternal foe of the Adversary, appears to watch. Haven begs her, not to save her own life but to stop the Adversary from the terrible things it’s going to do to the world. To her last breath, her concern is others. And Roma tells her “I would weep for you, but you brought this on yourself.” So basically, Haven, who is the most wonderful person in the world and who VERY much fits expected gender roles (gentle, maternal, loving, non-violent even when attacked, long hair, pink and purple flowing clothes, literally SPARKLES) has sex ONE TIME and she’s punished for it in the worst fucking way while the guy who impregnated her gets off scott-free. It’s just...it’s the worst narrative, in terms of sexism AND racism AND just in general. That’s not even getting into, say, the really uncomfy way her meeting with Xavier is handled, eesh. Compare, Snowbird. She’s actually far LESS the “perfect” woman than Haven is, she’s very cold and aloof and she even contemplates LETTING HER SON DIE so that her ties with mortality will be severed and she can join her divine family in paradise. But she had that son within the confines of MARRIAGE to a mortal man, and she only got married after her duties were done, unlike Haven on both counts. And her loss, and the loss of her child, are deeply mourned by those around her, she has a very dignified and beautiful funeral with Snow White style glass coffins, and we see the spirits of herself, her husband, and her child all ascend to the Inua paradise together, the gods having decided to let them in even though mortals have never been allowed before. She gets divine exception, Haven gets divine condemnation. She gets a beautiful funeral surrounded by loved ones, Haven’s corpse is probably still rotting in the jungle and her brother likely still has no idea what happened to her. To be clear I in no way resent Snowbird for her better treatment in a similiar story, I like Snowbird, but it is very disparate in how differently these seemingly similar situations---possessed baby and such---were handled, and the specific ways in which Haven’s were handled so badly ARE very much the product of bigotry that Snowbird didn’t suffer in part due to her being a white or white-coded character (in addition to being, again, a heroine and a major character, which helped her a lot too) Also, is it just me or is Marvel like...weird around childbirth/babies/motherhood and mixing that with demons/evil spirits/possession? Because in that same vein we’ve also got Madelyne Pryor and Wanda Maximoff who also go through demonic possession that’s related in some way to being mothers of babies. That’s a very strange pattern to have and something’s going on there.   As a note, it bugs me that Snowbird’s human disguise as “Anne McKenzie” is a BLONDE WHITE WOMAN. Like, yes, her human father was white, but her mother Nelvanna is one of the Inua, the ancient gods of Canada from LONG before white people showed up and WHO LOOK LIKE FIRST NATIONS PEOPLE, Snowbird herself is constantly emphasized as a child of these lands, she is literally magically BOUND to these lands and can’t leave them without weakening and dying, she was raised by an indigenous shaman, and she can only turn into animals that are INDIGENOUS to Canada. She is very unsubtly the embodiment of pre-colonial Canada, so it’s just...asinine to me her human form is that of a colonizer. I get they probably didn’t think further than “let’s give her human form blonde hair so it’s recognizably her” but like, that’s the problem, they didn’t THINK. Also I feel like her being mixed would really thematically fit her, since a strong part of her story was struggling between her divine and human heritage and being forced to try to “pick a side” which is something I’ve heard (I’m white) that a lot of irl mixed people deal with. It just would make more SENSE.

[firebrands]

Anthropocene: Chapter 1 - 1962

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, M, soulmate AU / civil war fix-it, 2k words, chapter 1/8

also on ao3

Anthropocene: (noun) the current geological age, viewed as the period during which human activity has been the dominant influence on climate and the environment.

This is a story about how across timelines, across universes, it's always them: Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, and how their relationship will always influence those around them. This about them getting it right, over and over again, until it sticks.

(A soulmate AU, and eventually a civil war fix-it.)

Stony Bingo fill for the prompt: “our lives are ridiculous”

thanks to duck for the beta!

**chapter 1: 1962**

Tony wishes there was something to blame for how cloudy his vision is. Smoke, or dust motes, or fucking onions, anything other than the pain roiling inside him. The hurt. The betrayal. Tony wishes there was something physical, that these are just reflex tears and nothing more—but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter as he walks up to Bucky Barnes and blocks out the sound of Steve groaning behind him. It doesn’t fucking matter, he tells himself, raising his palm, repulsors ready—

Bucky gets a leg under Tony, then all of a sudden, Tony’s in the air and just as quickly down on the ground, Steve on top of him, shield raised. The HUD disappears from Tony’s vision as the mask flies off his face and Tony raises a hand to stop Steve, and the small, wild, irrational side of his brain continues to hope that this is when Steve decides to stop the fight. But the rational part of him is screaming to fire everything, because Steve could’ve stopped any time before now, and he hasn’t, he won’t. 

Tony’s vision is cloudy again, and his mouth isn’t working, but he doesn’t know what he would say if he could get it to work, anyway.

“He’s my friend,” Steve says, and Tony isn’t imagining the crack in his voice but he doesn’t care.

“So was I,” Tony bites out, the repulsor in his hand lighting up, all emotion zapped from his body.

Steve raises his shield and Tony moves his hands in front of his chest— too slow, too slow, who are you compared to a Steve Rogers —the shield crunches against the reactor, and then they’re engulfed in a flash of white light.

*

Tony stands stock-still beside Professor Xavier. He wants to fidget, feels like there’s lint on his shirt, but even here, miles and miles away from his father, he feels his disapproving glare, so. Tony doesn’t fidget.

He’s only been in the school (“for gifted youngsters”) for a few months, but no one else is his age (eleven, thank you very much). Today, that was going to change.

“Remember what I told you?” Charles asks, smiling down at Tony. He runs a hand through his hair, which means he’s a bit nervous. He has the right to be; there aren’t that many students here yet, but the ones that have arrived--“We’ll need your help in making him feel welcome,” Charles adds.

“I know,” Tony says, keeping the annoyance out of his voice. He doesn’t really care to make anyone feel welcome. No one certainly made him feel welcome when he arrived. 

But that might have been his fault, Tony thinks to himself, despondent. Charles had reassured him, in the days after his parents had left him there, that they’d teach him to harness his powers, that he could learn to control how people’s touch would affect him. So far, the lessons didn’t take.

Charles clears his throat and Tony stands up straighter, pushing those thoughts away. A yellow taxi pulls up in front of them, and a small, blond boy peers up at Tony from the seat. 

Tony quirks his lips up into a smile, and hopes that it looks friendly (not forced). The boy turns to look at the woman behind him (his mom, probably). 

She nods, and the boy turns back to Tony, smiling a bit sheepishly.

Charles opens the door for them, shakes the woman’s hand, and then bends down a bit as he shakes the boy’s.

“This is Steve,” the woman says. Tony looks up with a start when he realizes he was being addressed. Tony looks at the boy, who’s dressed in a creased light blue shirt. The buttons on his shirt don’t match.

“I’m Tony,” he says. His arm moves to shake the boy’s hand, a reflex he hasn’t been able to break, and he pulls it back and tucks it behind him immediately upon becoming aware of the motion. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking down at the ground. He fights all instinct to kick a pebble with his foot.

“Why?” Tony looks up at the sound of the boy’s voice. Steve .

Tony looks up at Charles, and then at the blonde woman. They’re watching the two of them with small smiles on their faces, hope clear in their eyes. 

Charles nods at Tony.

“I don’t really….” Tony mumbles. “Anyway, what’s your power?” he asks.

Above him, Charles snorts. “How about we move this discussion inside over some tea?” he asks, gently turning Steve and Tony to face the mansion.

“I’m afraid I can’t join you,” the woman says. Tony looks at her, and he notices her grip on Steve’s shoulder, how tight it is, tight enough to further rumple the fabric. A single tear rolls down her cheek. “Mr. Xavier—I need to be back in the city for the afternoon shift,” she says, and there’s a small quiver to her voice, and Tony’s attuned to all these things that lead up to adults crying, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see.

“That’s all right, Sarah,” Charles says, giving her back a soft rub. “You can visit any time. Like I said over the phone, you can call, too, if you’d like to talk to him. Preferably not during school hours, but we can arrange something.”

The woman, Sarah, nods. Tears are flowing freely down her cheeks but there’s no sound coming out of her.

Tony looks at Steve, who is toying with the hem of his shirt. Tony notices it’s a bit frayed.

“Stevie, baby,” Sarah says, crouching down to pull Steve into a hug. “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve mumbles, the tips of his ears pink with embarrassment. “I love you too.”

Sarah raises her hand to cradle Steve’s head, petting his hair absently as she whispers to him.

Tony watches greedily, cataloging the ways this woman shows her care. 

Steve’s lips wobble, and Tony looks away before Steve begins to cry. He can hear the way Sarah is whispering harshly into Steve’s ear, but he doesn’t want to hear it. Already, his vision is swimming in front of him.

“I’ll see you soon, Steve,” Sarah says, her voice tight with emotion.

“I love you, mom,” Steve says. 

Tony remains still, listening to the gravel crunch as the cab begins its way around the rotunda and out of the grounds.

Steve’s hand brushes against Tony’s as he walks toward the door, following Charles who has already disappeared inside.

A yelp forms and dies on Tony’s lips, and instead he sees a man who looks like Steve—older, certainly, and much larger, too, looming over Tony. They’re somewhere that’s mostly concrete, and it’s cold; it smells like ozone and smoke. All Tony can feel is a bone-crushing pain in his chest. Steve’s eyes are red-rimmed. He raises a shield (a shield? ) up above his head, and Tony registers that it’s going to come down and cleave him in half, probably—

Tony comes to and hears someone screaming “Don’t!”

Then he realizes it’s his voice he’s hearing, and he snaps his mouth shut.

Steve is above him, pale (paler). “Are you okay?” he asks, a little breathless.

Tony scrambles away from him, his hands digging against the sharp rocks. “Get away from me!” he yells, and seeing that there’s enough distance between them, he picks himself up and runs.

*

Tony’s fumbling with a ball of cotton soaked in alcohol, trying to drum up the courage to press it against the scratches on his palms when a knock on his door interrupts him. 

“Tony? It’s Charles.” 

The knob turns, and Charles pokes his head in. “Someone would like to speak to you.”

Tony frowns. “I would rather not speak to anyone,” he says, doing his best to keep his voice measured. Useless, really, against a telepath, but he tries anyway. Charles did tell him he wouldn’t use his powers without his consent.

“I think it’s in both of your best interests to speak,” Charles says, smiling at Tony a little. “Please?”

Tony sighs, feeling much older than he is. He always feels that way after the visions, mostly because he is older in them. And mostly because he’s always hurt in them, too, for some reason. “Okay.”

Charles opens the door wider and ushers Steve inside. He looks like he’s been crying. Tony feels a surge of vindication at the thought.

“Hi,” Steve says, looking at his shoes. 

“Hi,” Tony answers, setting aside the cotton ball and standing up from his chair.

Charles nods at Tony over Steve’s head and leaves.

“Professor Xavier told me about your powers,” Steve says. “I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to do it.”

“I know,” Tony sighs again. “No one ever means to. It just happens.”

They’re silent.

“What did you see?” Steve asks, worrying at his lip.

“An older you. We were fighting. You were going to kill me,” Tony says, emotionless. He’s learned to disassociate feeling from these visions as a protective measure. It’s something Charles was trying to teach him to unlearn.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says again.

“It wasn’t really you,” Tony says, dismissive. “At least, not yet.”

“I would never,” Steve says fiercely. “I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“You don’t know that,” Tony says, matter-of-fact.

“Neither do you.”

Tony bristles, but doesn’t say anything. He knows not to continue conversations like these. He’s had too many already.

The silence between them is awkward. Tony wishes Steve would just leave already.

“Can I help?” Steve asks, gesturing to Tony’s hands.

“It’s okay,” Tony says, hiding his hands behind his back. “I can do it.”

“Please?”

Tony shrugs. “Why?”

“Because it’s my fault.”

Tony makes a face, worried that if Steve touches him, he’ll see something again. He’s too tired from earlier today to experience anything else.

“I’ll be careful,” Steve promises. “Just put your hand on the table and I’ll clean it up for you.”

Tony can feel his blood flowing down from his palms to his fingertips. “Okay,” he mumbles. “But try not to touch me,” he adds.

Steve nods firmly.

Tony places his hands on the table, and Steve picks up the soaked cotton. He dabs gently at Tony’s palm, and Tony hisses through his teeth from the sting. They’re quiet for a while as Steve does this, the awkwardness from earlier eventually fading.

“The President said that they’d put a man on the moon,” Steve says quietly, looking up at Tony.

“What!” Tony exclaims, pulling his hands away from Steve to raise them up in surprise. “When?”

“A while ago, on TV,” Steve says, gesturing for Tony to place his hands back on the table.

“What did he say? When are they doing it? Who’s going to go?” Tony asks, intent on shaking information out of Steve.

“I dunno,” Steve shrugs, helpless at the onslaught of questions.

“A man on the moon!” Tony cries, exuberant at the idea. “That’s amazing!”

Steve laughs at Tony. “Cool, right?” He captures Tony’s hand in his, bent on cleaning out the wounds. 

Tony only realizes Steve is touching him when he looks down at his hand because the pain has subsided. He braces himself for another onslaught of visions. They don’t come. He peers at their hands, wondering why not.

Tony startles when he sees that the wounds are gone.

“What,” he says, drawing out the ‘a.’ He stares at his hand, raises his palm to his face to study it. “What!”

“I was going to tell you,” Steve looks a bit embarrassed. “But you didn’t want me to touch you, either.”

“This is blowing my mind,” Tony says reverently. “Do the other one!” he says, thrusting his hand at Steve.

Steve chuckles, taking Tony’s hand in his.

Tony watches, transfixed, as his skin knits itself back together. He hopes, more than ever, that his vision earlier was wrong. 

“I’d like us to be friends,” Steve says, gently extricating his hand from Tony’s.

“I’d like that too, Steve."

[chromecutie]

Not A Ghost - part 30

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

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Piotr’s gut was in knots, sick with worry. Each minute passing by was a minute that his wife and best friend were in terrible danger.

Charles Xavier reviewed the plans of the Icebox, projected onto the wall of his office. One of his teams had hacked into government servers to steal them. Even so, they weren’t complete plans. Some of the files were redacted, and the team was still looking for full versions. But, it was enough to confirm what Xavier had suspected for years. “Part of the structure has the very same alloy that Magneto and the Juggernaut use in their helmets, to keep telepaths from finding them.” He centered his gaze on the distraught Russian. “That’s why I could never find her with Cerebro, Peter. I’m sorry.”

Piotr clenched his fists, then released. “I always knew it wasn’t for lack of trying, Professor.”

"What we don't know," Xavier inhaled, deep in thought, "is how they acquired so much of it."

Cable pointed at one section, then another, "I initially breached here. In this section is where I first engaged Wade. We did a lot of damage they'll have repaired by now." He looked back at the others. "Do we have anything on the repairs?"

Xavier shook his head, "The hackers are still looking. It will be a matter of time."

"We don't have much time," Piotr huffed, agitated, and paced around the table. 

"The plan," Cable said firmly as he followed the Russian giant with his gaze, "is for them to take the control office where the DMC keeps the hard tokens. They will need time for that. If we rush in too soon, there's too many factors we can't control."

Usually, Piotr was the levelheaded one. Usually, Piotr was the one talking down Logan or Scott from doing something drastic without thinking. His shoulders were tight with guilt and fear, tension etched into his expression. He turned to the youngest person in the room, "Russell, what can you tell us? What is the daily routine, how do new inmates get processed?"

Russell swallowed. It didn’t seem that long ago since he’d been in the Icebox himself, and he remembered even being a little excited to go, thinking he’d take over the whole prison with pure aggression and willpower. A lot had changed since Wade had taken a bullet for him, including realizing how dangerous the prison really was. He didn't dare say aloud that he thought taking over the place was impossible. “New inmates,” he began, licking his lips, “get hosed off before they give you the jumpsuit. They took mugshots of me and Wade and assigned us numbers, but I heard they don’t do that with everyone…” The adults shared a pointed look that made him pause.

“What else?” Xavier prompted gently.

He thought for a moment, then continued, “They brought me and Wade in at bedtime, put us in the same cell at lights-out. They did meals at six, twelve, and six.”

“What about guard rotations?” Piotr asked. “Or anything about the control office?”

When Russell couldn’t recall much specifically, admitting that wasn’t what he had been paying attention to, Cable filled in what he could. On the schematics, he pointed out a central box where he had previously encountered the officers gearing up in the armory. It had mostly glass walls, a bank of monitors to track security camera footage, control panels to operate every door in the Icebox.

“If they’re smart,” he added, “They’ll have changed a lot of this in the repairs.” Cable cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “Superior firepower aside, I had next to no trouble just walking in there.”

Xavier nodded, carefully considering their options and the best approach to breaching the most secure mutant holding facility in the world.

Brows set in a scowl, hands clenching and releasing, heart pounding with worry, Piotr asked the teenage boy, “Is Rhonda well known in that place? What is her reputation?” He couldn’t bring himself to say his real question aloud. 

Russell’s eyes widened slightly, then his gaze fell to the surface of the table under his fingers. He grimaced, sucking his teeth before answering, “The main thing I was told was you only sign the ‘Book in a group.”

--

"Already making the boys cry," Mimi purred in the dark. "I always liked you."

“You arranged this on purpose,” Rhonda didn’t move from having her back against the cell door, wary of every word and action from the leader of the Vicious 13. One hand rose to her collar and rubbed at the scabs.

Mimi leaned into the glow from neighboring cells’ lights, revealing dark, pointed scales like a viper. In more light, the scales would shine shades of green and purple, but in the dark, they looked charcoal grey. Her pale eyes, framed by big, fake, very contraband lashes, greedily drank in Rhonda’s frame, from the green of her hair to the clenched fists. “Of course I did,” she showed a little slip of pointed teeth in a smile, “I couldn’t have you getting killed too soon.”

Rhonda rolled her eyes and slipped onto her cot, but her shoulders didn’t relax. “So you can give me the Join Us Or Die pitch again.”

The reptilian woman clicked her tongue, a delicate sound, “I never say ‘or die,’ please.”

“Well, someone trying to kill me after every time I turn you down isn’t subtle.” She started to settle under the thin blanket. It would never keep her warm enough.

There was a rustling sound like dry leaves as Mimi shifted around. “What about that husband of yours? Did he toss you back in here, or was he never real to begin with?”

Rhonda delayed her answer. It was best to give someone like Mimi as little information as possible. “He’s real.” Over the dull murmuring of inmates settling into bed, someone a few cells down coughed. Maybe Wade.

“Ah,” Mimi hummed with too much amusement, “Homecoming didn’t go as planned. My condolences.” The rustling sounded again, with an added swishing. “Well, a few things have changed since you ran off. What if I told you I’m the only gang in the Icebox now?” Rhonda was quiet long enough that she prodded, “Guestbook?”

“I’ll think about it,” she finally said, even as her skin was crawling.

“You’re a wonderful conversationalist, as always--”

“Good night, Mimi, shut up.”

--

One night down and Rhonda’s muscles were already getting stiff, joints already starting to ache. The hottest the showers would go was just a shade less than lukewarm. A grid of pipes hung from the ceiling in the completely open shower area, a spraying spout at each intersection. Sixteen inmates could shower at once, but there was no privacy. Between being exposed and cold, Rhonda couldn’t get the goosebumps on her skin to lie flat. She tried to imagine the tepid water was just a light summer rain, one she might go dance in just so her husband would laugh and say she was ridiculous. 

The showers were a dangerous place, surrounded by other wet, naked inmates, and Rhonda kept her eyes peeled the whole time, even when she got a little soap in them. Other inmates bumped into her or brushed close enough to slash her open if they’d managed to palm a shiv, but none of them gave her anything worse than a sidelong glare. 

The towels managed to be both threadbare and scratchy. At one of the cubbies that lined the walls of the shower area, Rhonda scrubbed herself just dry enough that she wasn’t dripping, and yanked on her DMC-provided underwear, grey t-shirt, and yellow jumpsuit. Another inmate, a wiry man with stringy blond hair lazily walked toward the cubby next to hers. She slipped on her flimsy velcro shoes without her socks, ready to fight or run. Getting shanked wasn’t the only danger in this place.

“Tick tock, motherfucker,” the wiry man hissed. “We all know you’re gonna tell Mimi no. Hurry up so we can have some fun with you.” So they were waiting. Either Rhonda would make an arrangement with Mimi and the Vicious 13 and she would have a modicum of protection, or she wouldn’t, and the attack could come from anywhere at any time. How long would they wait? Hopefully she would have time to talk to Wade.

--

Rhonda had gotten to the mess hall with just enough time to get a tray and scarf down some breakfast. She found Wade and took a seat beside him. Between bites of the thinnest, most underdone waffle ever, she noted his fresh black eye. “What happened to you?”

“Oh this?” he laughed, “My cellie was practicing our secret handshake. You should see him.”

“Try not to get in any more fights,” Rhonda replied firmly. She nearly choked on the dregs as she took a swig of what they said was coffee. “We’re joining a gang.”

Wade guffawed loudly enough to make a few people briefly turn their heads and look. “My friend is hilarious!” he told them, waving them off, “Just - just an inside joke, don’t worry about it.” Then he lifted some of Rhonda’s damp hair so he could say low in her ear, “Did you already get kicked in the head? What are you thinking?”

She leaned away until he let go of her hair and grumbled, “I think our options are real fucking slim unless we get some kind of alliance, and I have an in.” She gave the quickest, most casual of glances past Wade to the end of the tables. “You see the snake with eyelashes?”

Wade gave a much more obvious glance, and even waved. Turning back to Rhonda, his eyes went wide in a bright smile. “She’s a giiirrl dragon!”

Rhonda finished her last bite of cold hash browns and shook her head. “I wouldn’t make any more Shrek jokes unless you plan on being the donkey who fucks her.”

[poisonivysparks]

He’s a She? {Peter Maximoff X Reader}

People parted around me while the chains,  that had been forcefully put on me and my big hellhound, Ash, rattled on the wooden floors of the mansion. I snarled and growled at the onlookers, them backing away even more once they saw the mark that I had made on the furry blue guy, he was obviously pissed at me.

They whispered and pointed when they noticed the blood dribbling out from the bottom of the muzzle, the blood had taken over my sense of taste and my sense of smell. Ash had been growling and trying to bite anybody who even looked at him, even though he also had a muzzle on.

We walked into an office, where a bald guy was sitting calmly at his desk. The blue furry guy shut the door, still absolutely pissed. He was kind of a fun guy to piss off. Quickly, he took off my muzzle, and I tried to bite him again.

“God damn, you’re violent.” He mumbled as I sat there, knowing that they were both out of biting reach. Spirits were absolutely everywhere in this place, adults and children alike.

“What’s your name?” Baldy said with a distinct British accent. “I am Professor Charles Xavier.”

“People call me Hades, but I’d never tell you people my name.” I spat, crossing my arms.

“Alright, Hades, where did you come from?” He asked, putting his elbows up on the desk.

“I broke out of a facility, it’s as easy as that. I found somebody who took care of me, he taught me things, how to fight and use my powers. I was his partner, and he was mine. I ran away about a year ago and started causing some chaos of my own.” I explained simply.

“Who was your mentor?” He asked, eyes widening.

“Erik, Erik Lehnsherr,” I told them as Charles shared an alarmed look with Hank.

“You know Erik?” They both asked in sync.

“Did I not just say that?” I said harshly, trying to get out of my chains.

“You’ll just hurt yourself doing that.” He told me, “Hank, will you take him down to the basement?”

I almost interjected, since I was not a guy, but decided against it, I could ride this out as long as I wanted.

‘Hank’ put the muzzle back on me and walked us down to an elevator, people just stared while I snapped and growled at them.

The ride down was incredibly awkward, except for the sounds of me kicking him once in awhile. He growled at me a little bit, and I laughed at his reaction.

“You really like pissing me off, don’t you?” He asked me as I pointed to the muzzle.

“I’ll stop if you take it off. I won’t bite you, I promise.” My voice came out very muffled, but he heard it. The stupid muzzle was starting to dig into my face.

“You do realise that if you make a move, I will be putting this thing back on.” He told me, unhooking the back of the muzzle.

“Thank fuck.” I swore, bringing my hands up to my face and trying to relax the tight muscles in my face. I felt like a prisoner in the chains and shackles and Ash probably did too. I didn’t try anything, since I didn’t want to get in trouble with him, maybe he could be a good ally.

We walked down numerous halls, so many that I had no idea where I was anymore. He ended up putting me in a bright, white room, with padded walls, it looked like something for a psycho.

“How long are we going to be in here for?” I asked him while he unlocked our chains and Ash’s muzzle.

“Hey, boy.” I pet him while he nuzzled into my chest and licked my face, the fact that he was made of fire and bones, didn’t bother me whatsoever. His lava drool didn’t bother me either.

“The boy and his dog.” He chuckled bitterly and closed the door, leaving me and Ash alone.

I stayed in there for barely more than a week when my sanity started crumbling. I didn’t want to be in there anymore. I could see that I was fed lies by my teacher, all he wanted to do was kill all of the humans and take over the world, and I was a part of that. They were good, Hank was good, and I bit him, Charles was good, and I was rude to him. I wanted to be like them, they had good morals, and they were good.

They gave me three meals a day and I talked with one of the three teachers who came for about fifteen minutes each meal.

“Hank? Is that you?” I asked as somebody opened the door and slid some breakfast to me and Ash.

“Yeah, do you need something, Hades? It’s Thanksgiving.” He said, an undertone of cheerfulness in his voice.

“I want to come outside, out there. I want to be like you guys. I want to be good, I was brainwashed and I see that now. Please, I won’t bite anybody, I’m going crazy in here, Hank. Just let me out for the day, see how I do, please.” I pleaded, choking up a little, but not crying.

“I’d have to talk with Charles about it.”

“Send him down here, please, I’ll do anything.” I pleaded with him.

“I’ll do that, I’m sure he’ll say you can, it is a holiday.” I heard him walking away.

“Thank you, Hank!” I yelled to him, happily

When Hank came back with Charles and I explained how I wanted to be good and how I had been brainwashed.

“If nothing happens in the next 24 hours and you keep your dog under control, we could let you live up in the dorms and take classes.” He said positively and I talked to Ash, telling him to be nice to everybody that he meets and not to bite anybody. He obeyed and Charles opened the door.

The fluorescent lights almost blinded me, and spirits wandered around aimlessly, nobody really standing out.

“Thank you, guys. We’ll be good, I promise.” I told them, as they walked, in Charles’ case rolled, down the twisting hallways.

“I’d expect so, you made a really good case for yourself.” Charles chuckled as we made it to the elevator, it was nice to not be in shackles.

“How long was I in there?” I suddenly asked once we entered the elevator.

“About fifteen days.” Hank answered, he had a bandage on his arm, but he wasn’t furry or blue.

“Wow, that’s way longer than what I thought.” I told them, fiddling with the sweatshirt that Hank had given me.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the mansion, but this time it wasn’t with shackles and chains.

Everything was busy, teens were rushing from class to class, spirits following, but some people stopped and ran a little faster when they saw me and Ash.

“Can I go free, or do I have to stay with one of you two?” I asked, trying not to be rude.

“You can run free, go try to make some new friends.” Charles told me, smiling a little bit.

“What time is lunch? Or dinner?” I asked, eager to get out there and enjoy the outside.

“Once you see everybody leave, just assume it’s lunch or dinner and come inside.” Hank said, pushing me a tiny bit, telling me to leave.

“Alright, thank you.” I told them, walking into the crowd.

I walked towards the front door, people parting around us and looking at us wearily. The outside was absolutely magnificent, trees, birds, a blue sky, and people.

The people were different, like me, and they all had their own spirits hanging around them.

Only one of the ghosts had stood out to me, he was less transparent than the others, as if he died in the mansion.

He was tall, even for a ghost, had long blonde hair, and kind of a smirk set upon his face. He was following a teen with short brown hair and some kind of visor, next to visor kid was a redheaded girl, and a blue teen with black hair and a tail.

The spirit turned to me and I looked him straight in his blue eyes.

“You can see me?” His voice came out wavy, but stronger than any of the other ghosts I had talked to.

“You died here, didn’t you?” I asked, the wind whipping through my incredibly short hair. “What’s your name?”

“Alex Summers, and I did die here. I tried to save my friends, but ended up blowing up the mansion.” He stayed while the teens had started to walk farther away.

“Alex, why are you following the brunette kid with the glasses?” I asked him and the kid turned around.

“He’s my little brother, his name is Scott, I love him to death.” He told me, the fierce winds not affecting him.

“I might be able to let you see him, I’ve only tried it a few times, but he’d be able to see you for a day..” I told him, even though I probably looked weird talking to somebody they couldn’t see.

“You could do that, for me?” He asked, obviously in disbelief.

“Yes, I just want to help, give people some closure.” I told him.

“Please, I just want my brother to see me.” He was pleading, he seemed slightly desperate.

I spread my feet apart, they slid smoothly across the concrete ground. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath as I placed my balled up left fist in my right hand, I started to mutter an ancient incantation that summons spirits. Suddenly, my eyes shot open, turning them from their normal hue to a vibrant crimson red.

Ash started to howl loudly, the voices of numerous spirits boosting his voice. A fiery pentagram appeared underneath my feet. Slowly, my chants got louder as my hair whipped slightly in the air, pebbles around me started to float as Alex, started to waver and become less and less transparent.

I felt the familiar drain of my power as the chants stopped along with Ash silencing his howl. Slowly, I fell to my knees, panting slightly, Alex arose, he was now fully visible.

People stared and gasped, seeing somebody who wasn’t there a second ago, appear out of thin air. Scott, looked at his, previously dead, brother in disbelief.

“A-Alex?” Scott stuttered, coming closer.

“In the flesh.” He spread his arms out, and Scott ran into them, crying. “It’s all thanks to this guy.” He pointed to me and I brushed it off like it was nothing.

“How are you..? Why aren’t you..?” Scott started, but Alex finished it for him.

“I’m only here with you guys for a day, I just wanted to see you guys for one last time.” Alex had tears in his eyes as he pulled away.

“Thank you, what’s your name?” Scott came over to me.

“Hades, people call me Hades.” I told him, feeling a little awkward.

“Thank you.” He said.

“It’s no problem, really.” I told him, noticing Hank coming towards us. He froze when he saw Alex.

“Hey, Bigfoot!” Alex waved, his long, golden hair finally being affected by the wind.

“Alex? What the fuck?” Hank said, they were obviously friends.

“One word, Hades.” They shared a bro-hug and I started walking away, I didn’t want to barge in on their moment.

“Hey, dude!” Scott yelled, catching up to me. “Again, thank you for bringing my brother back, even if it is just for the day.”

“You’re welcome, I just wanted to do something nice.” I brushed it off, no thanks where needed from him.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before?” He asked, trying to push the conversation on me.

“You’ve probably heard of me, if you haven’t seen me.” I told him, trying to get away.

“Wait, are you the guy who bit Mr. McCoy?” He asked, making me growl a bit.

“So what if I am?” I said, Ash starting to get pissed off, as was I.

“Dude! You’re a legend! I watched you snap and growl at everybody, you’re a fucking badass!” He told me, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Can you just leave me alone, please. I’m kind of on probation here.” He frowned as I hopped onto Ash, his fire surrounded me and he whined impatiently, wanting to stretch his big legs.

“Oh, well, lunch is in a half an hour.” He walked away, towards his brother.

For the next few hours, I explored the campus with Ash, people stared and pointed at us, some smiling and some scared.

Once everybody was gone out of the yard, I knew it was time for dinner. The dinner was extravagant, a few hundred people eating it. I sat with Alex and Scott, they were the only people that I knew.

I missed Erik, even if he was feeding me false information at the time, he was like a father to me, he kept me safe.

“Hades!” I heard Charles yell, while I tried to get out of the dining hall. I stopped and turned around to face him. “I think you’ve done well, today.” He smiled at me. “I’d like to get you a dorm room tonight, so that you don’t have to sleep in that dreadful room. I think Peter has an extra bed.”

“Thank you, Charles.” I told him, a little nervous about having to pretend to be a guy almost 24/7.

~Time Skip~

I was sitting in my room, well, my shared room, with a few extra changes of clothes and something to entertain myself with. I was in the dark, but I loved every second of it. The room was great, but messy and the walls were covered in stuff. Ash took up most of my bed, so I snuggled up around him.

I was almost asleep when the light flicked on.

“What the fuck?” I heard a male voice, Peter, I assumed.

“Watch out, I bite.” I said harshly getting up from my cozy spot.

“You’re the guy who bit Fuzzball, aren’t you?” He said, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, and I guess I’m your new roommate. I’m Hades.” I stuck out my hand.

“Peter.” He shook it. “Sorry about the mess, you were a complete surprise.” He picked up some things, zooming around in a silver blur.

“Wow, that was fucking fast.” I commented as he just shrugged.

“That thing isn’t going to kill me, is it?” He pointed at Ash wearily.

“Only if I tell him he can.” I smirked at him and flopped back down on the bed.

“Looks like I’m not sleeping tonight.” He mumbled and I laughed.

“I won’t make him attack you.” I gave him an evil smirk, he was fun to mess with.

“You’re fucking scary.” He laughed, falling down on his own bed.

“I am the Lord of the Dead.” I snuggled up into Ash, I was tired and it was almost midnight.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed, you seem tired too, goodnight.” He turned off the light, and sped back into his bed, suddenly in a pair of pajamas.

“Goodnight.”

~Peter’s PoV~

It was midnight, I couldn’t sleep, my mind was running wild, which was a good thing sometimes, but not when I was trying to sleep. I sat up and stared into the darkness, right where Hades was.

He looked about my age, maybe a little younger. I didn’t quite know, because he had one of those faces where you can’t accurately tell their age.

I didn’t know what I thought of Hades, he seemed cool, but insanely scary at the same time. Sighing, I ran a hand through my silver locks. I was probably overthinking this thing way too much.

I had accidentally overheard from Charles that he knew Erik… maybe, just maybe, he could tell me more about my dad.

I heard a deep snarl-like snore, which made me freeze instantly. God damn, that dog is fucking scary! But soon enough, the room was almost silent again, the only noise was Hades’ light snores filling my ears.

My mind started to wander towards Hades… He was just so.. Ugh! The way his hair floated down into his face, his bright e/c eyes, everything about him was just perfect. I’m not gay, I shouldn’t be thinking like this! Well, at least I don’t think I’m gay.

But Hades, he seemed so different… His features were softer and not as sharp as the other males I’ve met. He’s fucking adorable, even if it’s in a terrifying way. I don’t think I like him... It’s probably just my interest in the new student. I mean, he literally brought Alex back from the dead for a day! And he looked fucking awesome doing it!

With the final thoughts of a scary dog, the cute new guy, and his powers; I dwindled into a dreamless sleep.

~~~~~

When I woke up, the shower was running and Hades was gone, but her scary-ass dog was sleeping right outside of the bathroom door. I looked at the time, 10:03, breakfast would be over in about a half hour.

I heard the shower turn off and a few minutes later, Hades came out, wearing different clothes than before. He had some dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept before last night.

“Breakfast ends in a half hour.” I told him while his dog was nuzzled into his sweatshirt.

“Thanks, I’m fucking starving.” He smiled as we walked out into the halls, they were completely empty. “Huh, looks like everybody went shopping.”

“Yep, with it being Black Friday and everything. what’s your dog’s name, anyways?” I asked, still terrified of the damn thing.

“His name is Ash, and he’s a hellhound, not a dog.” He said in a serious tone as we walked into the dining hall.

“That explains why he scares the shit out of me.” I laughed as he stayed serious, it was incredibly hot.

We got our food and sat next to Alex, Scott, Jean, Ororo, Warren, and Kurt.

“Guys, this is Hades.” I introduced.

“Yeah, this is the guy who brought me back for the day.” Alex said as everybody looked at him.

“Your time is almost up, it’s been almost 24 hours.” He told them, looking down at his food, it was just straight sexy.

“I know, I’m going to say goodbye soon.” Alex said.

~Time Skip A Month~

~Y/n/Hades’ PoV~

I had been sharing quarters with Peter for a month now, and I had developed some kind of crush on him, he made me happy, even though I couldn’t show it.

It had gotten incredibly hard to keep the fact that I was a girl, hidden. He had gotten close to finding out a few times, it was mostly due to me not being careful and being incredibly stupid. I was changing out in the open and Ash was sleeping and he came in, but I had already had my shirt on, thank fuck.

I was sitting down on my bed, just playing a videogame, it was completely mindless, just pixels.

Peter was sitting across the room, his head hanging off of the back end of the bed, facing me. He was just playing with his thumbs and staring at me.

“What the fuck are you staring at?” I asked him, not looking up from my game.

“You.” He responded simply.

“Why?” I asked.

He was silent for a few minutes, he just laid there, eyes searching for something.

“H-Hades, I think I’m gay.” He said, making me widen my eyes and look up at him, I leaned back into my pillows, interested in what he wanted to say. My game laid forgotten on the bed.

“I think I love you, Hades.” He looked away, his face completely red. “It’s fine, or whatever, if you don’t feel the same, because I’m a guy.”

I looked away, my ears felt warm. “I-I love you too, Pete.” There was a moment of silence between us. “You do know I’m a chick, right?”

He looked at me in disbelief. “What?”

“I’m a chick, alright. I’ve been hiding it, everybody thinks I’m a guy. I was obviously too good.” I shrugged, taking my sweatshirt off, showing him my tight tank top and that I did, in fact, have boobs.

“How did you hide it so well?” He asked, obviously still in shock.

“I have kind of a low voice, short hair, I wore baggy clothing, everybody called me a guy, so I just went with it.” I told him, trying to put my sweatshirt on, but he stopped me.

“Is your real name actually Hades?” He took the sweatshirt out of my hands, tossing it aside.

“No, it’s Y/n.” I told him, bringing my face closer to his.

“Wanna makeout?” He asked, and then kissed me, I immediately kissed back.

“Does that answer your question?” I laughed slightly.

“Yes.” He kissed me again, more forcefully than the last time.

And that’s how Scott found us making out on Peter’s bed.

~Time Skip Four Months~

“My dad’s coming to visit.” Peter said suddenly while we were standing outside, Ash nuzzling into his chest.

“Erik?” I asked, excited.

“Yeah, Raven told me.” He said, also very excited.

“I still can’t believe that I was best friends with your dad, at one time.” I laughed, holding his hand.

“I know, and he still doesn’t know I’m his son.” Pete chuckled, hugging me tightly.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.” I poked his chest, enunciating the last two words.

“I’m going to tell him, I promise.” He held my face close to his and pecked my lips.

“You better tell him, because he’s about 20 feet away from you.” I laughed. “Hey, Erik!” I waved and got out of Peter's grip.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” He asked as I hugged him.

“It’s kind of a long story.” I told him, while Ash bounded up to us. “Peter! Get over here!” I yelled, laughing.

“Hi.” Peter said, appearing next to us.

“You’re the kid who broke me out of the Pentagon.” Erik said, smiling.

“Yeah, I’m also kinda…” Peter started, and I stared at him, wanting him to finish.

Once a few seconds of Peter not saying anything, I spoke up.

“He’s your son.” I told Erik and he just stared at Peter.

“You had a one night stand with my mom, and here I am.” Peter motioned to himself and I started to notice the little similarities between the two, the way their eyes crinkled in the corners and their hands looked almost the same.

“Fuck.” Was all Erik said, running a hand through his hair.

It was completely awkward between us, Erik probably had a million thoughts running through his head, and Peter was most likely regretting coming here.

“Erik, I kind of found a partner in Peter, as in a romantic partner, we’re dating.” I told him, scratching the back of my head.

“I knew you would.” He smiled at me and gave me a hug. “Are you my daughter in-law yet?”

My ears immediately turned red and Peter’s face turned bright red.

“It’s only been four months.” I told him. “I don’t think we’re ready for that.”

“You two seem ready.” Erik said in a manner that greatly resembled his son’s.

“I don’t know if I’d be able to slow down long enough for her, but I’m trying.” Peter admitted, resting an elbow on my shoulder.

“Dude, if you’ve lived with me for this long, you can deal with me forever.” I smiled up at him.

“You two are balance each other out perfectly.” Erik chuckled and started walking towards the front door. “I’m going to go find Charles, just use protection!”

Peter’s face erupted in red and I smiled at him. “Are you really trying to slow down for me? Because I love the way you are and I don’t want you to change.” I fixed his jacket and kissed his cheek.

“I won’t, I promise.” He smiled.

“Honestly, are you thinking about marrying me?” I asked him, taking a serious tone with him.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I love you so much, I just…” He trailed off and looked around, obviously not being able to find the right words.

“Just shut up, I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I laughed.

“I still can’t believe I thought I was gay.” He ran a calloused hand through his silver hair.

“I know, I sure fooled you, and everybody else.” I burrowed into his chest, since he was warm and comfortable.

“You really did, you little devil.”

Masterlist

[gold-from-straw]

Enough - ch 3/7

Why Raven told Charles to stay out of her head... This chapter should be a lot less triggery!

Read the whole thing on AO3 here!

“Raven,” he called. “Raven! Where are you? I’ve got amazing news!” He touched his fingers to his temple. Raven?

In my room, Charles, she called back through their link. What is it?

He took the stairs two at a time, dodging his stepbrother by ducking into the library and through the attached study, then out and back into the corridors again. Finally he burst into Raven’s room and tumbled onto her bed, a bright grin stretching his cheeks. He saw his own face in Raven’s thoughts, skin flushed, eyes wide, hair tumbling all over his forehead. He brushed it back and got his fingers caught in the tangles.

Raven raised her eyebrow over one amber eye. “What is it?” she asked with a smirk. “Did David Attenborough reply to your email?”

He made a face at her. “I sent him a letter, Raven, and yes, you know he did.”

“Yeah, because you’ve got it framed, you nerd.”

“I was ten! He was very supportive of my dreams, and I appreciate a well-known public figure encouraging the youth in pursuit of scientific advancement.”

“Whatever. Nerd.”

He shoved her, and she kicked him with about a tenth of her strength, nearly breaking a rib. “Bloody hell, Raven!”

“Shut up, you big baby. What did you come tumbling in here for, anyway?”

His eyes lit up again and he sat cross legged across from her. “You know you’ve been wanting to come to high school, right? And you can’t, because Sharon and Kurt don’t know you live here?”

“Yeah… wait…” I never told you that. How did you know I wanted to--

He rolled his eyes and tapped his temple. Raven fell silent, a slight frown forming. Charles almost bounced up and down on the bed in his excitement. “I’ve worked out a way to make it happen! I’ve been working on neuroscience a lot, there are some incredible resources, did you know you can download full university textbooks for free? And I was doing some experiments, just… just minor ones, harmless, you know? Where I try to influence people’s decisions - just little things at first, like I can reliably make my teacher decide not to set a test, or I can make the driver turn left at the junction into town and take me to the market instead of the mall. Which is all very useful but...!”

He clenched his fists, tried to tone his smile down for the big reveal. Raven was going to be so happy! She’d be able to go to school, make friends, he knew she was so lonely! “I’ve gone further. I’ve learned how to modify memories, too… Raven, you’re now my actual real sister. Kurt and Mother, they think you’re my biological sister, you don’t have to walk around invisible any more. They’ll take you to school, and I’ll make the school administrators think you’re enrolled there officially - you’ll be able to come to school with me and sit next to me in class and I’ll help you with your homework, I’ve already been teaching you everything we know anyway and… I’m so excited!”

He gave in to the impulse to jump up and down on the bed in glee, tucking his fists under his chin, waiting to see the smile break over her face. She’d have to go in shapeshifted, and that would be tiring at first, but she was so talented - she had this favourite face, a pretty blonde girl, everyone was going to absolutely love her, and he’d be able to sit with her at lunch and talk to her all the time and she’d be able to send thought-messages to him when they were bored in class and… and she wasn’t smiling.

“You changed people’s memories? You can make them decide to do things?”

He nodded. Her thoughts were closed off, but vibrating at the edges, a red tint seeping in, and he frowned. What had he done wrong? “Oh, but I wouldn’t make anyone do anything bad. You know that, right? I would never do anything cruel to anyone.”

She stood up, her fists clenched at her side. “How many people did you screw around with, Charles?”

He blinked rapidly, his smile fading. “I don’t… just a few?”

“How many?”

“I don’t know, Raven, maybe ten? All little things, apart from Kurt and Sharon. Oh, and Cain.”

“And you’ll have to change Mrs White’s memories too, won’t you, so she’ll set a place for me at dinner now, right? And Andrew’s, so he doesn’t get confused when two of us get into the car. Oh, and of course, the school administrator’s, and all your teachers, and your classmates, and anyone who’s ever asked if you have a sister.” Her voice rose, louder and angrier, and he reached out for her with his mind, wanting to know what he’d done wrong, how to fix it. What if he does it to me? What if he makes me do something I don’t want? How can I trust him?

“Raven, of course you can trust me! I would never make you--”

She recoiled like he’d struck her. “Did you just… get the hell out of my head, Charles! Stop it!”

“But I don’t…”

“You just made these decisions, and you messed around with people’s heads, with their memories… what if you’d got something wrong? You could have turned them into vegetables!”

“I wouldn’t get it wrong, it’s not how it works--”

“Oh my God, how arrogant can you be? You just know you wouldn’t get it wrong? Why, because you’re Charles Xavier, boy genius, off to Harvard in a couple of years, you know everything. You know what’s best for everyone, you wouldn’t do anything wrong, would you? Huh? Because you’re so perfect? Well I’ve got news for you, Charles, what you do is wrong! Reading everyone’s mind, taking out their secrets and their wishes and just making them happen because you can, how dare you? Normal people don’t do that!”

“Normal people aren’t blue,” he said back, low and hurt and angry.

Her scales fluttered, and her mind turned sharp, like melting, like pain, like fury. “Fuck you.”

He closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, Raven, I didn’t--”

“Get out of my head,” she hissed. “Get out and stay out, Charles, I want you to swear to me that you’ll never look in my mind again. Can you do that? Are you even capable of staying out of other people’s business?”

His breath caught in his throat. To stay out of her mind… the only place he’d felt welcome, the only person who knew what he could do and accepted it… he thought he’d been accepted, thought she’d wanted it, but had he been blind? Had he seen only what he wanted to see, someone sharing their thoughts with him, inviting him in, when really he’d never been enough to deserve his place in Raven’s mind.

“Swear to me,” she said, advancing on him, standing over him, her yellow eyes hard, digging into his heart. “Swear you’ll never do that to me.”

“I’ll never change your memories,” he said softly, holding her gaze, begging her with everything he had to believe him. “I’ll never make you do anything.”

“And you’ll stay out of my mind. I don’t want you getting any more ideas like that.”

He closed his eyes and reached out, wishing she would change her mind, wanting to sink into her thoughts and watch the changing colours of her emotions, fluttering, switching, fascinating behind his eyelids. But all he could feel was sharp and hurt and… and afraid. Raven was terrified of him.

He realised he could make her accept him. He could take this memory away, make it so she’d never rejected him, and the thought scared him, too. He nodded, held his muscles under control so that his lip didn’t wobble like a child pushed away. “I swear,” he whispered, and built up an iron band around her mind, a cold, hard barrier that would stop him from reaching out for her even in his dreams.

She stared at him one moment more, then nodded, once, sharp, and left the room. Charles sat there until long after the sun had set, wishing that her things, that her smell, could be a substitute for her bright and changing mind.

Raven started school two grades below him. He sat in his classroom alone, and went to study in Oxford early.

[xgoldenhour]

Her gaze flinched at the comment, biting back at the words that wanted blood. Perceptive, she wanted to tell him he didn’t know the half of it, but the painful truth was he did. He knew every inch of her that she spent so hard to hide. He picked at every brick she put up, broke down every wall and at some point she let him. God, if he’d give her the same solace. Her friend was in there somewhere, and she planned to find him and claw him out.

He was in pain, one she knew all too well—fighting back. Though it was foreign coming from the one who was in fact, what he calls blind. Maybe that’s what she loved about him—this blind loyalty to be good.

“Well, I have you to blame for that, now don’t I?” Her head angled to the side, looking around the room that once held such brightness and promise, circling around until they met his gaze again. Finally, she took a seat in the chair in front of his desk, settling in it as if she planned on staying—which she did, lifting her feet to lean against the wood of the table.

“Hm, maybe that’s what rubbed off on me.” She teased, a bitter smile tickling her lips as the near image of a tear flickered, indicating the attempt to hide her true emotion behind the facade that he once called a gift. “Though you were mighty perceptive for a blind man, Charles.” The coldness was revolting, playing into her old ways, but it seemed that milk and cookies and kindness weren’t going to work with this version of him. What a pity, for he was the one who showed her the recipe, so to speak.

“For someone who doesn’t want to change the past, you are trying real fucking hard.” She gestured towards his legs with her chin, a rather terrific sight, but not in the same sense the word meant. It was delightful as it reminded her of a time before the division between them—before the day she lost him. Maybe he was still bitter, rightfully so, explaining why he didn’t want her help. She did in fact abandon him, along with Erik and Raven. Which bled into this painful stance when looking toward his legs because they were just evidence of the pain he endured—then and now. The cost being his gift.

“Alright, you don’t want me? Fine, who do you want? Her?” In a blink, Raven appeared in the room beside Eloise, still sitting with a tantalizing stare. She was in her made form, blonde and beautiful, though thankfully she had found her true beauty in her true self at this point. Erik, though cold, stubborn and unmoving, did inspire some things.

“Or what about them?” They appeared one by one, as if they had been standing there the entire time. Erik. Havoc. Banshee. Angel. Even Hank, in his beast form, though the human one wandered somewhere around here.

“This is what you want, isn’t it? Or I’m sorry, this.”

Raven changed, not only to her blue form, but the one of a child. The Raven that Charles grew up with.

“To travel back in time. It is the one thing you couldn’t do, isn’t it? What would they think of you now, Charles Xavier? Lost.” The images disappeared, one by one, until they were alone again. But, even her image was far different, dropping her own mask.

She looked tired, putting it lightly. Slender, and less toned than her younger days—though not starving, just neglected. Her hair was cut short, stopping just above her chin, littered in scars of the past. Even her clothes were different, something more casual. Run down, defeated, a stark, painful image miles away from the girl she used to be. The one he helped carve her into. Time withers away.

“I was lost too, Charles. Not only that, I was drowning.” A drop of water fell onto his hand despite there being no leak, resembling the first image he saw her project long ago. Though this was just a part of it, a drop compared to rushing waves. “I don’t recall wanting help in the beginning, though desperately asking for it in that diner. Wasn’t really the studious type, was I? I used to believe that my future wasn’t worth participating. Alone. But, you found me anyways.”

She let out a sigh, remembering how broken she once believed she was, though never being the case. Just lost. “Do you regret finding me, Professor? All of us?”

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The young blonde was ready for an argument, moving at the first change her state was questioned. But, what she wasn’t ready for was-

“C-Charles, your l-legs.” Panic nearly suffocated her, of course, a sensation she knew often in her line of sight, practically tripping from the movement. Her friend, one with whom she witnessed the horrid accident that — unable to finish the thought.

Medication, the word drew her gaze to meet his regardless of the pain that met her there—the image absolutely unrecognizable. The very question wandered here mind when Hank answered the door to absolutely nothing, no longer blue, cursing some kids who still thought ding dong ditch was a worthy joke, remembering the very attempt futile since his turning.

Hank McCoy was good, but he wasn’t that good, right? Which explained the unforgettable scene she had entered walking in. The Charles she knew was an expert at keeping the voices at bay. Enough where he even managed to fend off hers once upon a time. Oh, how they only felt like children then.

She ignored the weak, not even standing (bad joke) offer of alcohol, hand gripping at her side. Anger, a looming companion, resurfaced its face once again. An eyebrow quivered, using half a mind to keep the facade of the girl he once remembered, though now having shorter hair and the wounds and bruises to litter an army. The past few years maybe have neglected her close friend, but it didn’t warrant any semblance of kindness either. Plus, she had to be ready just in case Hank entered, realizing after what she’d seen today that hopefully her visit would’ve been brushed away as fleeting thoughts.

Had he thought of her? After all these years? Searched for her, even?

“If you could read my mind, you’d know that Erik didn’t send me. Unfortunately, I don’t think they grant pen pals where he is.” She stated coldly, having been a few years itself since she had seen Erik ever since the events of DC. They had gone to save him—the President—a far different series of events littered the team leaderless and fending for themselves. How sad that he would think that Erik would send her to submit a message, or the fact that he believed that she would listen.

“And I don’t know where Raven ran off to.” Her own agenda taking front and center after Erik’s arrest and the death of their — what grace was she even given to call them anymore. A family? Angel - Azazel - Emma - Riptide

Eloise remains quiet as he rendered her quest useless, offering to pay cab fair. This truly wasn’t the same man she once —

“Frankly, Charles, you were all I had left.” The tears threatened her composure, immediately chasing away the emotion with a stark clear of her throat. “I came to apologize.” She whispered, the attempt of composure fleeting fast. She wanted to make up for what she had done—for abandoning him. “And from what I see, I might even say that you need me.” A bold statement to say the least. “I once remember a rather smart, naive telepath who would do anything to fight for my chance at…a clearer mind.” The soft smile on her face falters along with the visage she held, though ignoring the flicker between visages.

“Maybe it was time that I repaid that same gift. Maybe I — maybe I can help you.” She was a far different girl than the one that left that beach that day all those years ago and even more so to the one that he had met at the diner. There was a chance that she could alleviate some of the pain—find her old friend once again.

“Mm. I forgot how perceptive you are, Eloise. Yes, my legs. I’m walking. Well done. Top marks,” he remarked, his voice dry and practically emotionless, as he fixed himself a straight glass of whisky. Frankly, the ex-telepath almost appreciated the tone of surprise in El’s voice at the sight of his legs working again, because that sense of awe and amazement burned out years ago.

Although Charles’s expression remained unchanging– almost the perfect imitation of a rock– there was something of a weight lifted off his chest when Eloise mentioned that Erik hadn’t sent her and that, in fact, he was still stuck in the hole where he belonged. Good, thought Charles. I hope for everybody’s sake, he’s kept that way. That bastard can rot down there for a thousand years for all I care. There was a slight sting, however, when Eloise followed up with the fact that Raven had not come with her. If only she could see the state of him now. Charles couldn’t help but wonder at times what she would think of him? Would this state drive the girl he once called his sister further away? Most likely. “Naive,” tut Charles through something of a dry chuckle as he downed a long sip of his drink. “It’s curious, naivety, isn’t it? How it manages to blind a person with the false promise of tomorrow, only to leave them stranded with nothing. Before they know it, once they finally get a hold of reality, it’s too late and no matter how much they claw and fight to change things, they remain stuck.” His words were quiet… steady… heartlessly calm. The type of calm that was born out of years of unabashed rage. “I was so blind before, Eloise. Blind by the truth that was right in front of me, and look at where following that blind path lead me,” explained Charles, extending his arms, motioning to the chaotic room around him. “I may not be able to fix my path, but I can certainly fix my future. I’ve made it this far alone, Eloise. Frankly, although it may not look like it, you can say I’ve found more solace in being alone. Thank you, but I do not need, nor particularly want your help. I’m sorry.”

[imaginesfor-thesoul]

title: Falling and Falling (Charles Xavier Imagine)

characters: reader x charles xavier, sister!reader x erik lensherr,

word count: 1,292

warnings : swearing (are you even surprised at this point?)

:: :: ::

You and your brother Erik were never very close. Ever since Auschwitz, when Erik bent the gate and you attempted to stop the guards using your mutation, you had no choice but to grow up separate. After the Red Army liberated the two of you from the camp in ‘45, you drifted to and from one another. At the end of the day, he was still your big brother.

:: :: ::

It had been around six months since Erik Lensherr met the infamous telepath, Charles Xavier. The duo worked well together and along with Raven, built up an incredible mutant team. The X-men. 

“Moira knows where Shaw is?” Erik had asked Charles, not believing his ears. 

Charles nods in agreement, but not before following up. “Yes, but I do not believe that our team is ready for this. They haven’t been training for two ling and that helmet? Most of our powers will prove useless.” His words are hesitant, yet sincere. 

Erik understands, and the idea of trying to fight solo floats through his mind, not before Charles hears the idea and immediately shuts it down. “There is no way i’m letting that happen. Now, unless you have any way that we can get this to work and...kill Sebastian Shaw, then I suggest we leave it alone for now, until we are more properly prepared. “

Erik suddenly gets an idea. The chances of it working are high, but the chances of it not working are higher. “I know someone. A mutant. She has the ability to warp reality to whatever she wants, or in our case, whatever will help us thrive to the end of Sebastian Shaw.” He proposes.

Upon hearing her abilities, Charles is intrigued. “Who is this mutant?” He asks.

“My sister.” 

:: :: ::

With a hell of a lot of help from Cerebro, the duo managed to locate (y/n) Lensherr in Chicago, Illinois. Erik wasn’t going to lie, he was nervous about meeting up with his kid sister. He did miss you dearly, but he wasn’t sure if you returned the feelings. After an hour and a half jet ride, and a twenty minute taxi ride, Erik and Charles end up in front of a run down, falling a part, rickety motel. 

“A motel?” Charles questions but Erik just odd knowingly. 

“Come on, lets go.”

They reach the reception desk. “Hello sir, we are looking for a girl.” Charles tells the man behind the counter, who is currently invested in an edition of PlayBoy magazine.

“Well, you see, she looks like a younger, more...female version of me.” Erik tries to explain, but without looking up from the magazine, the receptionist says,

“Haven’t seen her.” Erik slams down the magazine from his hands, earning a worried look from Charles.

“I don’t have time for this shit, (y/n) Lensherr, have you seen her or not?” He sternly questions the man he is now holding by the collar. 

Quaking in his boots, the receptionist sputters out “oh, y-yeah, I, um, I remember now. She’s i-in room, uh, t-two seventeen. She seemed kind of weird though, i’d be careful.”

Erik drops the man back into his chair before striding down the halls, following the signs to 217. Charles struggling to keep up, they eventually make it to the big, green door.

Raising his hand up to knock, Erik is hesitant. “Jesus christ mate, fucking knock already.” Charles teases. 

It all happened so quick.

The door swings open to reveal a more mature looking (y/n) than Erik remembers.

:: :: ::

Charles is at a loss for words. She is stunning. He can’t even hear anything, the only clue that someones talking are her lips moving in an exquisite form. He examines her, not caring about subtlety. The way her eyes shine bright, behind the tired bags under her eyes. She’s not traditionally beautiful, but in Charles’ eyes, she’s the most perfect you can be in this world.

“Fine.” She says, cutting Charles’ thoughts short. “I missed you.” (y/n) admits to her older brother, in which he responds with a rushed hug. 

Looking over her older brothers shoulder she finally sees Charles. (y/n) releases from her brothers death grip. “Who’s this?”

“This is Charles,” Erik motions to the british man. “It’s his team that needs your assistance to end Sebastian Shaw once and for all.” Charles raises his hands up in a slight wave, to which (y/n) returned with a smile.

:: :: ::

“I’m not wearing that.” (y/n) objects to the bright yellow and blue outfit.

“Yes you are, and you are going to enjoy it? You understand?” Erik sternly tells her. Sighing in defeat she goes to change into the dreaded clothing. 

“We are meeting Charles and the others at the plane, let’s go.”

:: :: ::

Upon arrival, (y/n) had noticed two things. One, everyone else was matching in the horrible spandex. Two, she was getting more and more excited for the end of her childhood tormentor.

All in a line, from right to left, A blue girl with gorgeous red hair. (y/n) Lensherr, Erik, a skinny kid with short blond hair, a skinny kid with long blond hair and Charles. Also, a blue fluffy guy with glasses came out of the shadows. “What the fuck is going on?” (y/n) whispers to her older brother to which he just responds with a chuckle.

The team all board the plane. (y/n) is seated next to Erik and Raven, and across from Charles. This is the first time (y/n) got a real look at the telepath.

Holy shit, he’s gorgeous. (y/n) can’t help but think. 

Thank you love, you look quite smashing yourself. A british voice echoes through your brain.

(y/n) looks around frantically, for sure looking insane to every one else, but she didn’t care, she was just horribly confused. Her eyes darted everywhere, until they landed on a certain telepath with his hand to his temple.

It all clicked. 

Blushing deeply (y/n) sunk further into her seat. Erik looks at her odd but Raven understands. In attempt of saving her newfound friend, raven poses the question that everybody has been itching to ask.

“Can we see your mutation?”  All heads in the aircraft shoot up in curiosity. 

“Um, sure?” (y/n) says before closing her eyes. Suddenly, everything around them became the scene of a snowy mountain, then shortly after, a summer beach, then a busy city. 

Everyone started getting riled up. “That is so cool! Can you do a rainforest?” Alex asks.

Within a matter of seconds, the seats they were strapped to, turned to smooth rocks, the ground became grassy and seemingly endless trees grew through the ceiling. The sound of birds chirping could be heard and the warmness of the humid air was setting in. 

“Allright (y/n), I think that’s enough for right now.” Erik hints at her, knowing that using her ability wears the young girl out, and she needs all the energy she’s got for what’s coming up. She looks up at a beaming Charles.

“That was absolutely fantastic!” he exclaims, causing her to smile ear to ear. He maintains her gaze for a little while before (y/n) breaks it to engage in conversation with her older brother about the plan of action. 

Charles takes this opportunity to go into Ravens mind.

‘I think i’m falling in love with (y/n)’

‘What?’ Raven looks up at Charles quizzically. ‘Didn’t you only meet her yesterday?’

‘Well yes but I can’t help it, I just keep falling and falling.’ Charles looks up at (y/n) only to see her smiling at her brother. Just her smile alone makes Charles go out of his mind.

He almost forgot about the mission. If only he knew what was coming next.

[nikky-the-writer]

Who we were   (2/2)

Donald Pierce x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Request: Yes

A/N: This should’ve been posted a while ago, but I forgot about it, I’m sorry.

Summary: You are a powerful mutant that had to leave everything behind.

You were woken up by screams. As you opened your eyes you were met with the bright light that was coming from your window. You took a deep breath wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. Sitting up on your bed you leaned your head on the wall.

˝Will it ever stop? ˝ You asked quietly, knowing that nobody will ever answer your question. You almost fell from your bed as you heard another scream. Your throat was dry, but it wasn't you that was screaming or were you? You could feel the presence in the room, but couldn't see anyone. Putting your feet on the soft carpet you knelt on the floor, bending down to look under the bed. This time you screamed and fall back hitting your head into the mirror, leaving drops of blood on it. Just for a second, you were sure that you saw something moving, but there was nothing. Placing your palms on the ground you took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart. You heard loud footsteps coming closer, but they just stopped. Nobody came into your room and nobody left.

˝Is anybody there? ˝ You came closer to the door, hesitantly putting your hand on the doorknob. Turning the doorknob you opened the door to be met with the white wall of the hallway. There was nobody, but there was some kind of dust in front of your door. A pile of dust.

˝That's weird. ˝You said quietly heading downstairs.

˝Mom? ˝ You were sure that your mother should be home, but nobody answered.

˝I'm in here. ˝You exhaled hearing her voice. You could feel your heart beating normally again. You walked in the room.

˝There was some kind.... ˝ Your voice got caught up in your throat as your mother stood in the middle of the room not moving.

˝Y/N... ˝ You didn't know what was wrong, you turned to the side, you jumped back seeing your reflexion. Your eyes were completely dark and lips parted. The words stayed unspoken as she started turning into the dust.

˝Nooo!! ˝ The woman that raised you was now partly a pile of dust.

˝Please, please stop it....I can't.. ˝

You ignored your problems for too long, knowing what was coming for you, but you stayed at the same place.

You ran to your room throwing your clothes into the bag. Your eyes drifted to the bottle of pills and you took it and sat on the floor next to the bed. You knew what they will do to you when they finally find you.

˝Don't do it Y/N. ˝ You heard the voice in your head of the man who offered your help years ago.

Your things were turning into dust, small particles that made it harder to breathe.

˝I killed them... ˝ You knew that Charles was close.

˝We are coming just focus on something positive. ˝

You did as he told you, staring at the picture of you and Donald that was taken a while ago, just before you started dating. You never knew why, but when he was around you, you didn't feel like you were losing your mind. After some time you were brought back from your thoughts by the sound of your front doors. You grabbed your phone and you called Donald knowing that this would be the last time you'll speak to him.

˝Donny, please pick up. ˝You cried as his phone continues to ring. You heard a beep from his voicemail and you could barely speak, your throat was dry and your lips were trembling.

“Donny, they will come for me…. they searched for me for so long and….” You got up from the floor, running down your stairs to face with Charles Xavier and Scott Summers. You nodded to Scott to give you injection as you continued your message. “They’ll kill me. I’m so sorry baby. Forgive me….. I wished that we could’ve been happy. I love you, baby…. don’t forget…. ˝ Scott injected the substance into your vein and it hit you immediately, your mind was drifting away ˝….. fuck… fuck… I love you.”

Small drops of sweat run down your forehead while your body was shaking in sleep. Everything felt like a dream to you from the moment Charles came for you to the moment you saw Donald again. Your mind was playing games with you, it made you do things that you regretted. You lost everything your family and the man you loved. Your life was empty, now you couldn't even sleep longer than two hours.

˝Y/N? ˝ hearing Logan's voice you slightly opened your eyes. ˝You know that man, Pierce? ˝ you sat up realizing that you were lying on a bed, you didn't notice that you were being carried.

˝I need my pills, please. ˝

˝There's no more. ˝ Charles said. ˝Ther are only my injections, but you are too powerful for them. They won't work for you anymore. ˝

˝Y/N, you didn't answer. ˝

˝I don't know who he is. I know who he was, now he is just a shadow of my past. Nothing more. ˝

˝Did you love him? ˝ Charles asked and Laura lay next to you.

˝I never stopped loving him, but the man I saw, he wasn't one that I loved. Donny would never do something like this. ˝

˝But he has. He is hunting us down. ˝ Logan stepped closer.

˝He is not hunting me, I've become prey when I have been just a kid. ˝ Logan shrugged his shoulders, he hoped that your love for Pierce won't get you killed.

˝They are here. ˝ You said, standing up, your mind was screaming. You could feel that they were getting closer with every second that passed by. ˝Caliban is with them. I have to help him. ˝ At the moment you realized that they took your friend with them you ran away from the hotel room and Logan ran after you. Caliban used to be your enemy, he was the one who gave your address to the people who wanted to take you, but he became a friend and it was your duty to help him. Turning the corner five heavily armed men stood in front of you. Your brain stopped for a moment as the image of your parents flashed in front of your eyes and before you could blink you felt pain in your abdomen. Warm blood started soaking into your shirt as you tried to breathe. You lost the control over your brain and you could see the man falling on the ground. Your head hurts and you couldn't stop yourself. There were so many voices inside your head and the only thing you wanted was silence. Man on the ground was screaming as their bodies were falling apart, as the particles of their flesh moved further away from each other. The whole hotel was shaking and the walls start to disappear.

˝Y/N! ˝Logan was standing in front of you, his face was skinless and you saw his muscles.

˝Do it! ˝ You yelled and he did. He stabbed you. He didn't hesitate, not this time. He knew the outcome. You were on your knees as the voices disappeared. He grabbed your arms trying to pull you on your feet.

˝Thank you. ˝You whispered, moving his hands away from you. ˝They need you. Go, Logan! ˝ You pressed the wounds on your abdomen as he reached for you again. ˝Go! ˝

˝Y/N, I can save you. ˝

˝No. Don't make me force you to leave, please. Protect Laura, she needs a father. ˝ Your back hit the ground and he placed his hands on you.

˝Leave without me. ˝You ordered him in his mind and he obeyed, leaving you to bleed out not understanding what he was doing.

Quiet humming woke you up with a smile on your face. You stretched your tired limbs turning around to face the blond man who was sitting with his head on the wall. You reached with your hand towards him and you moved your head on his thigh. He immediately tangled his hand in your hair.

˝Why are you so happy? ˝

˝Isn't it obvious? ˝Donald asked, moving strands of your hair away from your face.

˝Not really. ˝ You lifted your body from him and you sat on his waist, straddling him.

˝I'm looking at the reason for my happiness. ˝ He brought your chin closer to him with his thumb and he closed the distance between you two. His hands gripped your shirt, pulling you closer to him. You pulled away pressing your forehead on his, your noses were touching and his smile grows wider. You whimper as his cold hands found their way inside your shirt.

˝Sorry, I... ˝

˝No. ˝You said as he was pulling his hands away. You grabbed his hands, placing them back on your body. In one swift move, he moved you both to lay on the bed. You were lying underneath him and he just stayed like that for a moment. You were gazing into each other's eyes with love and adoration. Words weren't needed in that moment. You smiled wildly, moving your hand behind his neck.

˝How did I get so lucky? ˝ You asked before pulling him in for a kiss.

˝Boss we found someone. ˝ Pierce heard the voice in his earpiece and he hoped that it was you. He glanced at Caliban with a smile which faded as he saw the look on Caliban's face.

˝Nobody can run away from death, not even the most powerful being on the planet. ˝Caliban looked at the ground. Pierce swallowed the lump in his throat and he turned back to the computer.

˝Who did you find? ˝He was sitting on the edge waiting for the answer.

˝A woman, she is stabbed and shot. She won't make it. ˝

˝Bring her in! ˝Pierce walked out the van, running in the hotel. There were people lying on the ground, but he didn't stop. His heart clenched in his chest at the sight of you while one of his men carried you. He took you in his arms, instructing his people what to do.

Your body was cold and your clothes were soaked with your blood, he could barely feel your heart beats as he carried you to the van. ˝Hold on baby, please. ˝ Opening the van he placed you on the ground. The Cagge was holding pressure on your wound while Pierce shuffled through the drawers, stopping when he finally found what he was searching for. He grabbed the bottle with green liquid and the syringe, he quickly filled it and he injected the liquid into your vein. Your eyes snapped open and just a moment after they close.

You were slowly waking up. There was something heavy on your chest. Opening your eyes you saw that Donald's head was there and his hand was placed on your lower abdomen. You moved your hands to his blond hair. He hummed in response still sleeping. You couldn't remember when you felt this relaxed and safe, it only happened in some of your dreams, which meant that this couldn't be anything else. He moved his head from your chest prompting on his elbow. He looked in your eyes and you traced his scruffy jaw with your index finger.

˝You need to sleep. ˝His voice was hoarse and you guided his face to yours. You kissed him slowly and he moved his right hand in your hair. He traced your lower lip with his tongue and you almost parted your lips, when the realization hit you. The arm that was in your hair, it wasn't his. You moved your head back, pushing him away from you. Hugging your knees to your chest.

˝Baby, what did I do wrong? ˝ He was hurt, he desperately waited for an answer, but you stayed silent. You took your time to observe him. His blond hair was messier and longer than you remember, there were bags under his eyes and those blue clear eyes were replaced with bloodshot eyes that were staring at you. It wasn't a dream, he was in front of you.

You kept staring at him and his eyes got wide when he realized your next move. You pulled the IV from your arm and you jumped from the bed, not looking at your surroundings you run towards the door.

˝Y/N, baby, don't! ˝ You opened the door and stepped outside. Your bare feet came into the contact with something cold. Stopping for a moment you finally look around yourself. There was nothing, only kilometers of snow in every direction. You felt Donald's presence behind you.

˝What is this? ˝ You barely stood on your feet, you were a few meters away from the cabin from where you ran out.

˝New home, if you are willing to stay. ˝He came closer, you could feel the heat radiating from his body. While your body was shaking slightly from the low temperature.

˝What do you mean? ˝ He placed his hand around your wrist turning you around to face him.

˝There is nobody else here, just you and I. Just like it was before. ˝ He stepped closer and you didn't move away.

˝I'm dangerous Donny. You should've left me to die. ˝

˝I would never do that. I couldn't lose you again. ˝ His thumb gently moved over your cheekbone.

˝But we are not who we were. ˝

˝I know, but will you at least give me a chance to show you that I still love you the same? ˝ He leaned closer, your noses were touching and you smiled at him, but the smile faded quickly.

˝I have to help Logan. ˝ You were ready to pull back, but he held his hand on your face.

˝I took care of that. ˝ Donald said with a smile.

˝What!? ˝ Your eyes were wide and you were ready to slap him.

˝Not like that, I made a deal with Caliban. Information about you for their freedom. ˝

˝You did that for me? ˝ You sneaked your hands around his waist.

˝I would do anything for you, baby, I love you. ˝

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[sly-punk1712]

Raising Clint Barton

Part 1

PART 2

PART 3

There wasn’t a thing on the entire damn planet that made him feel better than Nat. Even from the moment Coulson had picked them up. His favorite agent was giving the pair of them the cold shoulder, but Natalia was there providing a heat to his entire left side where she was seated poised as can be on the edge of a chair. Then she let her leg rest against his as he softly started telling Coulson everything. She would press her leg into his when his voice got soft and he started to falter. Telling Elliot had been a rush to tell. Excitement and discovery. Natalia had been nerve racking for other reasons. Both confessions were to strangers. but this was so much worse, so revealing, too personal maybe? Coulson didn’t interrupt or speak until the end of Clint’s explanation. Clint finished telling him everything and was praying he believed him like the others had. Coulson was a different animal than Elliot and Natalia. 

“I’ve got some friends in New York that might have some answers.” Coulson says finally. “Thank you for telling me.” His tone is soft and Clint wonders if he’s angry. 

His friends are the Charles Xavier and Hank McCoy. They run lots of tests on Clint and Natalia but the walkabouts are no mutation. and Natalia’s DNA is so warped they can’t really tell left from up. Coulson spends a few moments talking to the two professor’s while Natalia gets a phone number from a cigar smoking mutant that promises her a wild time if she gets any sorta leash at SHIELD. Natalia’s satisfied smile has Clint smiling a little too. Already making friends. hopefully she didn’t live up to her moniker. Black Widow. He chuckled. Coulson joins them and they’re headed back to DC.

“Charles tells me we’ve got a lot to talk about. “ He’s silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “

Asset doesn’t mean what you think it means Clint. “ It’s the first time in a long time Clint can remember hearing Coulson say his name.

“SHIELD doesn’t own you. I don’t” He pauses. “I want to be friends. I want to work with you two.” He adds also speaking to Natalia. 

“We can do that” Clint shrugs. Coulson’s shoulders sag in relief. “Just be honest with us and We’ll be honest with you” He looks at Natalia and is glad she gives a curt nod. 

“I’m glad you came home Clint” Coulson holds out his hand and pulls Clint into his arms for a tight but brief hug. Clint is in heaven. 

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The three of them spend the next few years becoming SHIELD’s best strike team. The United State’s best Strike team to be honest Coulson, himself and Nat, who’s now going by Natasha, often get loaned out to handle things beyond other agency’s capabilities. Their work puts SHIELD not only on the map but with the best databases the world has to offer. 

Coulson doesn’t badger Clint about walkabouts and takes his soul spotting into advisement. Clint doesn’t mention that he can’t see Coulson’s soul. Coulson let’s most things Clint and Natasha get up to slide. Natasha see’s Logan almost every weekend they’re not on a mission. So as a result Clint sees a lot of Logan. It doesn’t bother him and must not worry the mutant too much because he let’s Clint curl into bed with him and Natasha every night after they finish fucking. They don’t ask him to join and he doesn’t want to. They seem contented. Wild and Dangerous but good.

Coulson let’s Clint sleep anytime he can. No matter what job he’s supposed to do be doing, because the reality of it is Clint is never unaware of what’s going on. Other SHIELD operatives don’t like it as much when Clint takes to napping in their offices. Clint loves the startled double take the office admin do when they find him curled under the desk in their cubicles snoozing. The complaints get to annoy Coulson and Clint learns of his love of air vents instead. The complaints are many and detailed but Clint steals the reports from Coulson’s box most mornings before he can read half of them. 

Vent stalking is what gets them sent to New Mexico minus Natasha who gets to go play Malibu with Tony Stark. How was Clint to know Fury could see every spitball he shot at Hill’s back during that debrief. They were coming form the ceiling for goodness sake he thought he was safe! But even tho they’re getting separated and a lame ass job Coulson privately tells him his grouping was excellent. 

Phil spends a lot of time officially telling them boring reprimands and such and unofficially telling them his real thoughts. He never mentions the brief hug or Clint’s desire for him. It’s awful. Clint doesn’t mention it either, He knows what it’s like to be called on by someone you don’t want and could never bear the thought of making a move on Coulson that would make the handler uncomfortable. That’s the official reason he gives himself. Nat and Logan say it’s because he’s a coward. and well, that’s true too.

New Mexico is a weird haze of bizarre-o he hopes Coulson will bury so deep he gets out of all the paperwork. Firstly Thor, or “Donald Blake”. His little B&E stunt, his general descriptiveness, his cute little science friends, his not as cute Asgardian death robot and possibly most confusingly his completely White light soul. Clint never seen souls that matched besides gray and black. This white pulls his mind back to an underpass almost two decades ago. He feels old, tired and confused. Then in a swirl of magic tornado the blond is gone before Clint can get answers.

Darcy Lewis however is not gone. Clint meets her for the first time when he’s awake and knows without sleeping she’s going to be incredibly important in his life. 

For all intents and purposes she’s the exact opposite of him. She’s well educated, comes from a good home. she laughs too much and loves to freely. She’s all curves and knitwear and he’s hard lines and military battle gear. But he notices her anyway as she runs mid battle back toward the danger into town. 

Clint sees her out of the corner of his eye, swears and runs after her. She was headed in the direction of danger but ducks into a building just shy of the chaos. Clint doesn’t have time to decide if she’s safe or if he needs to go after her because she’s running back out followed by a herd of animals. It was the pet shop. She’d run headlong into an intergalactic battle for a pet shop. He’s wide awake but he wonders what colour this sweet soul will be. 

After the battle Darcy finds Clint at the bar, one of the few buildings left standing. It’s packed on account of today’s events. When she enters the bar a cheer goes up. 

“It’s Pet Shop girl!” Someone shouts and a large portion of the townsfolk at the bar raise a glass to her. Clint chuckles at the tipsy antics and raises his glass too. Darcy spots him and floats threw the people to shimmy onto the stool beside him. 

“So how was your day dear?” She jokes. Clint snorts and admires how Darcy seems to lounge on the stool like it was a sofa instead of a rickety, in need of reupholstering, stool. 

“Good met a pretty girl. She’s a hero, saved some pets” He grins back. Flirting with Darcy is easy and Clint can’t remember when’s the last time he felt so complete. Natasha is a piece of his soul, like a missing link that fits into his chain. Darcy makes him warm all over and want to hum. 

They drink until closing time and then walk to Darcy’s trailer together. 

“Come to bed Clint” She invites. Clint obeys. It’s weird that they don’t fuck but he likes that she just wants to lay soft kisses on his arms and chest and settle down for sleep. 

He’s right. She’s an orange that takes his breath away. She’s that burnt sun color as the day fades into night. Every breath she takes makes the colour shine brighter and mix with his purple. They don’t match by any stretch of the imagination but somehow he feels more right in her arms than he ever has. 

They wake up before the sunrises and then they fuck. Only it’s not like any sex Clint’s ever had before. It’s sharper somehow more real. He presses into Darcy over and over until at the very end of it, his mind flashes to the Orange color of her soul. It’s renewal, the way the days fade into each other. Ending yesterdays mistakes. It’s the natural order of things on earth. He feels like this is his first time really making love and all those other times wash away from his heart, dripping off his soul and down in face in the form of hot tears. Darcy doesn’t mind he cries and he loves her even more for it. 

Coulson calls and he leaves Darcy to go report for work. She gives him a knowing smile from where she lays naked in bed as he gets dressed and Clint’s glad to know she won’t make it a big deal and doesn’t mind he’s leaving to go back to Coulson. He tells her he is, Just in case. 

“That’s okay Clint. I’m happy for you.” She says earnestly. Clint believes her and walks away feeling completely satisfied. 

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“So what now?” Natasha’s head is resting on his stomach while he tells her all about his encounter with Darcy. Her legs are stretched over Logan’s torso and he’s running his large hands gently up and down her smooth legs. Clint wonders if her DNA refuses to let her grow leg hair he’s never seen her shave.

“I don’t know but I feel good, Nat. Like so good” He admits contentedly. “Maybe I’ll ask Coulson out. Feel good enough now. “ He mutterers. Natasha pokes him sharply in the side rolling on to her side to look up at him. 

“Lewis doesn’t have a magic vagina. You didn’t sleep with an all healing pussy. You were always worth it. Always enough” She snaps. Clint feels a little foolish and remorseful he said that out loud. Its how he feels but he hates to bring up that stuff with Nat, She doesn’t tolerate self hate. Well from anyone but herself, she’s the Queen of Self-Pity but even that’s in a strong bad-ass assassin way.

“Plus is Coulson really gonna wanna hear you finally got yer head outta yer ass by boning a steamy brunette?” Logan points out. Clint chuckles. No that probably wouldn’t be best, but Selfish Clint knows how easy it would be to roll into Coulson with all these good feelings he’s still feeling. Start at the top of a crescendo. 

Suddenly going to Coulson right now feels sour in his gut. He doesn’t want to bring Darcy high to Coulson for the first time. He wants to bring just himself. He wants to drag in Clint Barton and offer it up for Coulson’s approval, acceptance,  His love. 

“I get it. I needed Darcy and you Nat,” Clint rests a hand on Natasha’s head. “But I don’t need Coulson to be me. I want Coulson. and that’s why it’s better right?” Natasha’s eyes widen a fraction and she smiles. 

“Maybe it was a magical Pussy, it cured your stupid” She presses and kiss to Clint’s belly as he laughs.

[gerec]

AU-gust 2020 Prompts

Masterlist

24. Private Detective(s) - Erik/Shaw, Cherik

OMG you guys I started writing this attempt at 60s detective noir and I’ve fallen completely in love with this verse! This ficlet is DEFINITELY getting expanded (and possibly added to my dirtybad collection - we’ll see)!

(Did I write Erik fucking Lehnsherr as the mysterious femme fatale? And Emma too?? And Charles as the hard boiled detective wrongly accused of murder??? YES I DID).

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Scott comes back into the interrogation room fifteen minutes later, setting a cup of coffee in front of Charles with a tired sigh. They’ve been at this for over four hours now, and getting no closer to a resolution, even if they both want to prove Charles’ innocence over the murder of one Sebastian Shaw.

In Scott’s case, it’s because Charles is his friend and his mentor, the senior officer who took him under his wing before quitting the force and going into private practice. He’s trusted Charles with his life many times – and would do it again in a heartbeat – and can’t fathom how he’d gotten so deeply entangled with the Senator’s affairs.

In Charles’ case, it’s because he has no good answers; at least none that make him look less like the prime suspect of a vicious, calculated murder.  

“You say his wife came to see you. A Mrs. Emma Frost-Shaw.”

“Yes.”

“You must get these requests quite a lot, Mr. Xavier,” the woman says, flipping her long blonde hair off her pristine fur collar. Seated in his office, slowly sipping on Charles’ cheap bourbon, Mrs. Shaw is the very vision of unmatched sophistication and wealth. “I’m sure you know the drill. I require evidence. Photographic evidence of my husband’s infidelity. I can give you some details about his daily schedule to help you get started.”

“That would be most helpful,” Charles answers, taking a long drink from his glass. He doesn’t know much about Sebastian Shaw beyond the occasional news item on TV or in the paper, but Charles would hazard a guess at the type of man he is just from this brief encounter with his wife. “I hope you don’t mind my saying so Mrs. Shaw—”

“Emma.” She licks her lips, her eyes intent as she meets Charles’ gaze, and very slowly, deliberately, crosses her long, long legs.

Charles grins, drinking in every magnificent inch of her perfect, gorgeous frame. “Emma. I find it hard to believe that your husband would feel the need the seek companionship elsewhere, with such a beautiful wife at home.”

Eyes glittering, she leans forward just a little, and brushes his knee with her fingertips. “A man wants what he doesn’t have, Mr. Xavier. And what Sebastian wants, I certainly can’t give.”

Scott throws an open folder on the desk and nudges it over to Charles. “Sebastian Shaw. Age 50. Parents deceased. No siblings. Divorced in 1964. Currently unmarried with no children.” He pauses for a moment, before he adds, “He doesn’t have a wife. You’re a private investigator, Charles! How could you not have known that this woman was an imposter?”

“I get a dozen of these type of cases a month. Rich housewife wants to know if her husband is cheating on her! Why would I assume she was lying to me, Scott? Especially with all the intel she had on him? She knew his daily schedule! She knew his favorite restaurants and how he likes his eggs!  She knew he clears an afternoon once a week and heads out of the city!”

“Where?” Scott asks. “What did you find?”

Shaw switches cars before he heads out of the city, swapping his expensive Mercedes for a more inconspicuous Ford sedan at a local garage. Driving for a half hour out of Manhattan, he finally stops at a non-descript motel off the Interstate, and checks into a room on the ground floor.

Room six, as Charles watches from his parked car, snapping a picture of the Senator as he heads inside.

Taking a swig out of his flask, Charles settles into this seat for a long wait.

Two hours later, Shaw re-emerges from the room and drives off in his Ford.

Ten minutes after that, a man exits room six – tall, handsome, with brown hair and broad shoulders – and gets on his motorcycle, heading off in the opposite direction.

That night he takes the pictures of Shaw, and the mystery man, and develops them in his dark room.

He doesn’t turn them over to Emma, or tell her what he saw.

“Nothing. There was nothing to find.”

The same thing happens the following week, with the Senator making the same trip to the same motel, to meet the same man in room six.

The motel clerk tells him a ‘Max Eisenhardt’ has been coming for the past three months, always renting the same room and paying cash each time. A generous tip gets some gossip garnered from the cleaning staff; someone is definitely having sex – and very messy sex at that – for hours every week in room six.

Charles pays for the room next door, and presses his ear to the wall, listening to the moans and occasional slapping sounds, and Shaw’s loud, pleasurable cry when he comes.

Later, when Charles gets home and develops the new photos, he jerks off to the new pictures he’s taken of Max, and fantasizes about fucking him in Shaw’s place.

Scott shakes his head. “You found nothing? You expect me to believe that you would stay on a case for weeks if you found nothing?”

The next week, Charles gets to the motel an hour early, and plants a listening device in the room before the two men arrive for their clandestine meeting.  

[cherikyassss]

Flirting has always come naturally to Charles.

It’s inevitable really- Charles is friendly, and charming, and tactile, and his telepathy gives him somewhat of an unfair advantage when it comes to winning other people over. Charles tries not to be so lazy as to rely on his mutation all the time, but when he’s had a few drinks it’s easy to get complacent, and to take certain shortcuts.

Of course, when it comes to Erik, flirting is never that easy…

When Charles first sees Erik he is instantly captivated. It’s an impressive accomplishment, given that at the time Charles is busy talking to an attractive blonde with hetrochromic eyes. It’s the second time Charles has seen the girl in question so he’s looking forward to getting to know her better, and the yard of ale he’s imbued only serves to embolden Charles’ advances. But then he looks past her, sees a man in a black poloneck jumper and a leather jacket, and he is entranced.

It’s Erik’s mind that captures Charles’ attention first. Erik’s psyche is strong and disciplined, and speaks of a great depth and strength of character. Charles leans heavily on the bar, all attempts of impressing his companion completely forgotten as he stares past her at the mysterious man who draws Charles’ attention, watching as the stranger orders a drink and takes it with him to a seat at a table in the far corner of the room, like he doesn’t want to be disturbed.

Of course, that doesn’t mean Charles is going to respect that wish…

When Charles first approaches it’s very clear that Erik is projecting a careful aura of ‘fuck off and leave me alone’, but he doesn’t immediately rebuff Charles and Charles takes that as a sign to advance. Charles flops into the chair next to Erik, straddling it backwards and resting his folded arms on the back of the chair as he props his chin and flashes Erik a charming smile.

“Hi…” Charles starts, fixing Erik with his most flirty grin. “I’m Charles, well, Professor Charles Xavier, after today. I study genetics, you see, like the genetics that make up your unique eyes… They’re remarkable, you know- a mixture of grey and green and blue… Eye colour is all down to genes, you know- a polygenic phenotypic character determined by two factors; the pigmentation of the eye’s iris and the frequency-dependence of the scattering of light by the turbid medium in the stroma of the iris. And your eyes are simply stunning, if you don’t mind me saying…”

Ah. Normally at this point the subject of Charles’ affections should be smiling and softening- warmed by Charles words and impressed by his intellect, but Erik is curiously unmoved. He watches Charles with a completely stony expression on his face, and Charles feels his mouth become dry with nerves as a result of Erik’s indifference. A quick flick across Erik’s mind had reassured Charles of the fact that Erik was definitely interested in the company of men, so why on earth is he not responding favourably to Charles’ advances?

Charles clears his throat, preparing to launch into further explanations of genetics in an attempt to win Erik over, when he is swiftly interrupted.

“What do you want?” Erik asks quickly, and the words die in Charles’ mouth.

“Um, well… I just wanted to come speak to you- to get to know you a bit better. You looked a bit lonely over here on your own…”

“I’m not”.

Erik’s tone of voice is clipped and authoritative, and Charles is close to just giving up on this venture and walking away, but then he draws his tongue across his lips in a nervous gesture and sees Erik’s eyes track the movement, and knows his advances aren’t entirely unwelcome.

Charles smiles, begins to speak again, and although Erik continues to do little more than watch Charles with a completely unresponsive expression Charles can now sense the simmer of Erik’s interest, though it is carefully constrained. At least, it is to begin with…

Barely twenty minutes later and Charles is in the alley next to the pub, pushed up against the wall with Erik behind him. The brick wall is cool against his chest, and in contrast Erik’s body radiates heat where it is pressed against his back- Erik’s hands firm where they grip the rear of Charles’ biceps, Erik’s cock evidently hard through his layers of clothing where it’s pressed against the curve of Charles’ arse. Charles wants desperately to turn around, to kiss Erik, to slide his hands under the soft cashmere of Erik’s jumper, to see if Erik’s body is as finely muscled as Charles thinks it is, but Erik holds him in place and Charles succumbs to the touch.

And besides, in the next second Erik leans forward and presses his mouth to the contour of Charles’ neck and reaches round to undo Charles’ belt, and as Charles’ trousers unzip seemingly of their own accord Charles just has a moment to think ‘My God, what an amazing mutation’ before Erik’s warm hand slips in to find Charles’ cock, and all sentient thought is lost.

After that, Charles doesn’t see Erik for almost two weeks. It’s maddening how much that one encounter has rocked Charles, but for days afterwards he finds himself relieving the feeling of Erik’s hand expertly stroking his cock, Erik’s warm mouth making impressions on his skin, Erik’s soft hair brushing against the back of his neck. A simple handjob has left Charles a shivery aroused mess, especially as- at the time- he’d barely had a moment to recover before Erik had let go and withdrawn, leaving Charles unable to reciprocate and yearning to touch.

Charles visits that same pub several times over the next fortnight, hoping desperately to see Erik again, but he is left wanting. Frustrated and dejected, one night Charles hits the whiskey hard and throws himself into flirting with a pretty brunette, but just as he’s about to invite the girl home with him he sees Erik sitting alone at the same table as before, and his focus is stolen.

There’s hesitation for perhaps thirty seconds before Charles steels himself and walks over towards Erik, swaying unsteadily under the influence of the alcohol. The bar is busy that evening and there isn’t a spare chair in sight, so Charles is forced to come to a stop standing in front of Erik, staring down at him in what he hopes to be a formidable expression.

“Charles…” Erik says by way of greeting, looking up at him with that same maddeningly unyielding expression.

“Oh, so you do remember me?” Charles remarks, resenting the way he can already sense the warmth and comfort of Erik’s body, and the way he wants to step forward and run his hands through Erik’s neatly ordered hair.

“I remember”, Erik replies succinctly, and the corners of his mouth lift briefly in a subtle tell.

Part of Charles wants to walk away with dignity intact- to leave Erik wanting, like Charles himself is, and to return to the altogether more easy company of the girl he was chatting with earlier. But then Erik leans back in his chair, flicks his fingers once causing the zipper of Charles’ trousers to pull ever so slightly towards Erik, and Charles thinks both ‘Fuck it’ and ‘Fuck me’ at the same time.

It doesn’t happen quite like that though. Instead, some time later Charles is back in that same alley, leaning back against the wall and trying to stifle his moans at the heavenly feeling of his cock sliding into Erik’s mouth. Charles had at least attempted some conversation prior to this, but- like always- Charles’ usual confident advances are ineffectual, and Erik is seemingly unimpressed by Charles’ flirting. Well, except for the fact that he is now on his knees.

“Erikkkkkkk…” Charles groans breathlessly.

It occurs to Charles that Erik has never once disclosed his name- it’s a fact that Charles has plucked from the periphery of Erik’s mind, and for whatever reason Erik is either unaware or unconcerned about the intrusion.

Charles flicks his gaze down and Erik looks up, and the visage is sinful. The gorgeous multi-coloured eyes that had entranced Charles on the night they met are focused on Charles’ face as Erik slides his mouth along the length of Charles’ cock, lingering at the sensitive head as Erik swipes his tongue around and practically causes Charles’ knees to buckle in response to the sensation.

“Fuck, Erik, I’m–”

Clearly Erik knows Charles is close, as he slides one hand up to gently press against Charles’ stomach to steady him before his mouth moves more vigorously, and Charles slides his hands into Erik’s hair to hold on as he comes.

Over the next few weeks Charles sees Erik on several more occasions. Charles is never quite sure when Erik is going to make an appearance, meaning that Charles is forced to spend numerous evenings in that pub just hoping to see him again.

Each time is the same. Charles is usually socialising as he does best, drinking as he does even better, and then Erik is there- quiet and composed in a corner of the room as he watches Charles. Charles always lingers, always, but the way he is drawn to Erik is magnetic, and he can’t resist the sway. Despite their intimacies Erik keeps Charles at a distance, never offers up any information, barely responds as Charles rambles on about mutations and genetics and Erik’s eyes and Erik’s mouth, and Charles is always on the cusp of wondering if Erik is even interested at all before something inevitably happens to change Charles’ mind.

They never kiss. Charles tries it, once or twice, but Erik is seemingly more interested in getting Charles off than his own enjoyment, and he simply pushes Charles against that same brick wall time after time before using his hand or mouth to chase Charles’ pleasure. It drives Charles mad that he’s not allowed to touch Erik in return. It’s not like Erik doesn’t want it- Charles can feel his arousal, both mentally and from where Erik presses against him, but for whatever reason Erik never permits Charles to reciprocate.

Eventually, maybe a month after they first met, Charles tires of the arrangement. He is in the same pub, but for once he isn’t drinking, meaning that this time when Erik enters the room Charles senses him instantly, and his legs don’t shake quite so much as he wanders over to where Erik is sitting.

Charles sits opposite Erik, and says nothing. No flirty comments. No attempts to impress Erik with scientific facts. Nothing.

Erik watches Charles, and it’s like a game to see who will speak first. A minute passes, maybe two, and then Erik sighs. It’s more expression that Erik usually allows to be revealed, and Charles is emboldened by the display.

“Charles, is something wrong?” Erik asks softly. “Why aren’t you talking to me?”

Charles remains still, arms folded, face completely stoic as he fights off a satisfied grin. It’s working, Charles can tell. He only needs to hold off a little bit longer.

“Charles”, Erik says again, frowning slightly. “What are you doing?”

Nothing in response, and Charles can sense that Erik is getting frustrated.

“Verdammt, Charles- what is this? I don’t want to take part in one of your silly games, just talk to me- tell me what you’re thinking”.

The corner of Charles’ mouth briefly lifts, and he says: “Why would I do that, when you never tell me anything in return?”

There it is- Erik’s emotions made plain on his face for the first time. It’s probably no surprise that the first thing Charles sees is annoyance, then frustration, and finally a hint of contrition, and a great deal of longing, but each expression is like a gift to Charles; a greater level of intimacy than every time Erik has touched him.

Erik clears his throat, and then says quietly: “I didn’t think you needed that. You know things about me that I’ve never disclosed, so you clearly have some sort of psychic ability. Why should I need to tell you what I’m thinking when you can just take it from my mind?”

Charles pauses, and then responds: “Because I don’t want what I can take from you, I want what you’re willing to give me, Erik. You’re quite right in your estimations- I’m a telepath, but I try to respect people’s mental boundaries and, other than your name, there’s nothing I’ve taken from you without permission- I swear to you”.

It’s like Charles has unlocked some sort of secret door, for each display of emotion on Erik’s face is an indication of what he is feeling, and Charles finds himself suddenly more excited by the idea of seeing Erik’s smile than he is at the prospect of seeing Erik’s cock. There’s no smile though- Erik’s expression is thoughtful, slightly disbelieving, but overall… hopeful.

“I had no idea…” Erik murmurs. “You talk so much, I assumed that all you wanted was for me to listen”.

Charles dips his head, slightly embarrassed. “I was trying to impress you… Sometimes I ramble when I, um, like someone… And you’re very hard to read, Erik, especially as you seem impervious to my flirting”.

Erik laughs, and Charles watches- completely captivated by the sound and sight, even though he gets the distinct impression that Erik’s amusement is directed at him.

“That was you flirting?” Erik smirks. “All that genetic talk was you trying to seduce me?”

“It usually works…” Charles pouts, and Erik only laughs harder.

“Oh, Charles- you had me from the minute you smiled at me, you didn’t need to try so hard to impress me”.

Eventually Charles smiles reactively, unfolds his arms, and tries not to feel too abashed at the memory of him rambling at Erik numerous times over the past few weeks. It helps that in the next second Erik moves closer on his chair, leaning towards Charles and fixing him with an expression that could easily be described as fond.

“Humour me, just for a moment, Charles. Tell me what you want”.

Charles leans closer, focuses on the soft line of Erik’s mouth, and hopes he isn’t pushing the urgent thought into the minds of everyone around him as he whispers: “I’d like to kiss you”.

There’s a further smile from Erik, and Charles melts for a moment before he adds: “No alleys this time though. Come home with me?”

Erik watches Charles, considers him for a moment, before eventually he says: “Okay, on one condition. Please don’t try to flirt with me again”.

It’s a concession Charles is willing to make, and the wide grin he receives from Erik when he nods his consent is absolutely worth it.