#Macavoy

[foreverknightalways]

As Schanke and Nick leave the precinct, Norma has a conversation with computer tech installing the new database. The tech says, Okay, that ought to about do it. Norma says, Great! Norma looks at the computer setup and the tech says, The database is set. I'm going to take off now.

[lucidknight-blog]

SPLIT / DIGITAL INK

[mermaidfin]

and we all know who's starting the cannibalizing in the plane crash scenario

[wishchip106]

he’s gaming

[shiftingmuse]

The priest felt like a fool at what the woman would answer in return. "N-no, I-I'm sorry." He was still in shock as he was trying to process everything. It wasn't like him to be out so late, but he was feeling worse for wear.

"I don't feel like I am...most days."

When the woman kneeled down in front of him, he was still so on edge. The way she spoke reminded him of a vixen he'd seen in some bad action movie. "Way to kick a man while he's down." Father MacAvoy says, after all the talk of him tripping over his heel or what worse he might do,. 

His head was still foggy after coming out of the shop. It was the first time in a few years since he gave up drinking that he went in for a bottle. A hand reached up to his chest and felt for the bottle tucked away inside of it. It was still there inside his blazer pocket, safe and unbroken.

"Beggars are everywhere; you're nae from around these parts. How would you know?"

Joseph was trying not to feel so awkward about how close the woman was to him. He even tried to move back a little away from her and better adjust himself on the concrete steps he'd fallen down on. "I-I really don't believe I would be much for the company, miss...I need to go get this cut dealt with, and y-you probably shouldn't be out around here so late at night." He was still trembling while he sat there, hoping the woman might understand.

@shiftingmuse ・❥・continued thread

Father Joseph MacAvoy had been in the town of Middleburgh for most of his life as the local priest. The Catholic Church didn't have much pull in the area, so he was mostly on his own. A small but fair flock mixed with the leads of a man who was questioning his life. "Nobody?" He was on edge; he knew something was going on much worse than he first realized. "Y-you're speaking of vestments, that's not something I wear often." His parish had only seen him in such robes on the more proper religious holidays. "Cut?" He reached up quickly to touch his face; the adrenaline from running back to the church hadn't registered the gash. "Shite!" Joseph winced at the pain of touching the wound with his hand. "Th-the beggar, he cut me!"  The priest's eyes lowered away from the woman for a moment as he took a step back. It only took one step for the man to reach his steps with the back of his foot. His heel hit hard enough to cause a chain reaction, and the man fell backward onto the concrete behind him. "Fuck!" MacAvoy shouted, hitting the ground, his eyes shooting up at the woman with true fear in them. "Wh-why are ye here?"

He looked small cowering on the ground. Hierophant liked small things; babies, and kittens, and those little porcelain Hummel figurines that were so pink-cheeked, they looked like they had rosacea.

She stood, leaning over him, red lips pulled into an insincere smile. "Can't a nice girl stop by for a lil' reflection 'n repentance? Or are churches 'invite only' on this side'a the pond?"

She crouched down in front of him, leaning further into his personal space. "Are ya always so clumsy?" she asked. "Reckon it's a good thing you ain't wearing those vestments after all. Ya'd trip all over your damn skirt walkin' to and from the pulpit."

Knobbly-kneed and stumbling over his own feet, he reminded Hiero of a newborn fawn. And those huge brown doe eyes - glassy and frightened, as though staring into the headlights of an oncoming truck. It was cute, in a pathetic sort of way. Hiero liked pathetic, too. Her eyes followed a droplet of blood as it slid down his cheek.

"An' what's this about a beggar? Last I checked, we weren't in Oliver Twist or nothin'."

[matthew-novak]

PROFESSOR X by LUCAS WERNECK

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[venuslove-28]

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[shiftingmuse]

Father MacAvoy - The Tournament - Reaction Gifs

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[cinematicjourney]

Atonement (2007) | dir. Joe Wright

[sonjackcarl]

[fandomcentralsposts]

Bro, the tension between Charles and Erik in x-men first class is incredible. I can't believe the writers expected me to believe a bullet is why Charles needed that wheelchair.

[istanblogs]

Romantic touches without skinship ✨

Atonement (2007)

Pride and Prejudice (2005)

Bright Star (2009)

Anna Karenina (2012)

Bridgerton (2022)

Victoria (2016)

[peonies-and-dreams]

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse. 

[pixiespirit]

the only men

[bellarkeselection]

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

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

You Can't Get Rid Of Me Xavier

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

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

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

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

Comments really appreciated ❤️

@makeshift-prime @rosie-posie08 @groovy-lady

[werrrrrd]

CHARLES X OC pt.6??

Part III of post prologue

WARNINGS: shock therapy, manipulation, death, suicide, surgery is mentioned including an undetailed description, stitches, slight malnutrition, forcive murder, abuse of authority, blood, lots of blood stuff since this is like her power, anger issues, aggression, mentions of murder as well as the actual murder, mind reading, OC is not very kind to herself sometimes, let me know if you notice any others. No sexual assault but definitely Shaw being creepy.

CHARLES’ POV YALL

“Charles?” her voice sounded in my mind weakly but alarmingly. I didn't even have to force my connection to her brain, it just stayed attached. Erik pushed her against the wall pretty hard. We had planned this out, not the banging May against the wall part, but the, making sure May didn't use her powers to completely immobilize us part, which we had not accounted for last time around. I knew that even though she hadn't told on me yesterday I couldn't be sure we could count on her to keep her powers to herself. Although there was still that urge to trust her. I had to ignore it though, for the sake of my team. But I couldn't check up on her more than just a glance in her direction. 

This was important, more important than my odd, unexplainable attachment the girl who was working for the man trying to start a nuclear war and rule a mutant supremacist society. So instead I fought with the various mutants, trying to make my way to Shaw. Not to mention I had the team to check up on during this whole thing. I had to say, they were fighting phenomenally well. Our training had only just begun training and I couldn't be sure if they were ready for this challenge, but they were proving themselves to do well under pressure and I couldn't have been more proud. 

Shaw seemed to be retreating and the whole team defended him while they slowly crawled near to the car. It seemed even without May, they were a powerful group. Unfortunately they had been able to get into the car and drive off, avoiding the blasts that Alex shot at the car. His aim needed some improvement but he did exceptionally well and was probably quite exhausted after the damage he had done to the parking garage. 

But once I heard her voice I realized the terrible danger she must be in with the whole thing threatening to come crashing down on us. 

“Erik! With me.” I called to Erik. We ran back towards where the fight had started. I called out to the others “Get out from under the garage! It's coming down!” 

Raven followed us worriedly. “What are we doing?” she asked as I sprinted towards the corner that May was trapped in, dodging fires and rubble. The smoke made my eyes sting and the heat made me sweat in my suit. The ceiling above us lurched and I prayed that we would make it to her and out of the garage in time. Then I could see her, crumpled and unmoving on the floor. My heart started pounding. I reached out to her in my mind

“May? May can you hear me? I'm coming.” If she heard it she didn't respond which worried me even more. Her body was bent at an uncomfortable angle due to the metal attached at her wrists, pinning her to the wall.

“Erik, undo the bars!” I yelled to him as we neared. Erik raised his hand and unbent the metal, pulling it out of the wall. Her body went limp and she fell forward onto the floor. I reached for any current thoughts inside her head but there was nothing, I couldn't even sense the pain she must have been feeling. Once I reached her I slid onto my knees to scoop her up. Raven and Erik behind me glanced at each other but didn't say anything. 

Raven knew that I would do this for anyone. She didn't know that this was more than just my beliefs that no one deserved to die, I really could not let May die here even if it would cause terrible risk to me.

 I couldn't figure out what it was about her. I had been wondering for the past few weeks why she was plaguing my thoughts. I had my mind under incredible control, I believed, and then one interaction with her and suddenly I was losing sleep and losing focus on the extremely important task I was in charge of. I had tried several times to reach her mind despite the distance, I could never quite reach her. 

We had figured out Shaw would be meeting here today from outside sources. I was simultaneously happy to see her and also unhappy that she was with Shaw, helping him potentially kill millions of people in a nuclear war. But seeing her like this, all bloody, dust caked onto her wounds, caused an oddly strong and unignorable reaction in my gut, I felt like puking and my heart fluttered in worry. All my frustration at the fact that she was on the bad side vanished and all I felt was the responsibility of taking care of her, getting her to safety.

Once I had her in my arms I went for the open window and maneuvered the two of us out of the building. She hung limply as we ran further out from the building, Raven and Erik still following close behind. Crashing sounded behind us and we ducked into a ditch about a hundred feet out while the parking garage came crumbling down. We sat with our backs against one side of the ditch as the dust passed over us, a couple loose bits of concrete rolling or some even shooting into the ditch like bullets. We breathed hard, trying to catch our breaths, May sat tucked safely in my lap. The wound on her head didn't look so good and I noticed a good helping of blood seeping out of her back as well. After a little more time in the fresh air, I hoped that her lungs would filter out the smoke soon. Until then, we needed to get home quickly where we could give her medical attention and make sure all was right. I looked to my right at Erik and to my left at Raven and nodded at them before huffing and lifting May out of the ditch. I jogged over to the helicopter where the rest of the team was waiting worriedly for us. “Would you like to explain what's going on?” Erik peered at me as we got to the helicopter.

“In a second, first we need to get home.” I surveyed the kids, “is everyone ok? Nobody is hurt are they?” I asked, looking at each person individually. They all shook their heads and glanced at Shaw's ally in my arms. I waved off the questions and ordered everyone onto the Helicopter. Once we had taken off and were on our way to the mansion I gave another go at her mind.

“May? Can you hear me?”  her mind still seemed completely blank, I was tempted to look into her memories. I just wanted to understand her. Why was she working for Shaw, and why, If she was working for Shaw, did she help me? Twice this time. When she had told Shaw that no one was there I stopped in my tracks. It was one thing to betray your leader once, that could be excused. But the fact that she had done it again told me there was more to their relationship. When I had gone through her mind that first time on Shaws yacht I could tell there was hesitance in her when following his orders but I had not found out exactly the reason for that tension. And I couldn't figure out what it was without going into her memories more thoroughly. I was so close to entering them that I could practically feel the anxiety and fear radiating off of her past thoughts and experiences. I snapped out of her brain before I saw anything I shouldn't. As tempted as I was, I didn't want her to be angry with me. Instead I distracted myself with holding her. I tucked her head under my chin, being wary of the wound on the other side. I felt the craving to have her close to me take effect and I shifted her further up my lap so that she was pressed up against my chest.

 I really could not understand why I needed to be so close to her but the relief I felt once she was near and I could feel the shallow breathing puffing up her lungs over and over was enough to justify it for now.Till we got home I could calm myself to the sound of her heart beat and then I could do something about her fragile state.

AN: THREE POSTS IN A DAY BRO!! IM ACTUALLY ON FIRE!