#acacia floryn

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letter man | charles xavier

@groovy-lady oh my gosh, I only realised when I posted this that I was meant to make headcanons!!! I loved this idea so much that I made it into a fic, I’m so sorry!

Dear my love,

Flowers bloomed in the green gardens, colouring the grounds with beautiful hues, bringing a smile to the children’s faces.

I’ve spent too long with you away.

A woman with rosy pink hair that faded into pastel turquoise was standing on a ladder, making cherry blossoms bloom on a tree. “Miss Floryn!”

I don’t know where I went wrong, but all I know is that I need you in my arms, away from all the pain.

A man with carefully styled brown hair and striking cerulean eyes wheeled up to her, a broad smile spread across his face. When Acacia Floryn turned to him, he noticed her eyes were showing sunflowers, which told him something he needed to know. “Happy day, Miss Floryn?”

I may be able to invade other’s minds, but you invaded mine and I’m unable to shut you out.

“Quite, Professor.” Acacia climbed down, dusting off her light blue shirt and beige (or were they?) trousers with a smile. Her eyes were always coloured with flowers that represented her mood, and today they looked stunning with bright sunflowers inhabiting her irises. “How are things going with the kids? You’re new to teaching, and I don’t want to throw you head first into this.”

I loved you more than I let on, and now I fear that might have been our downfall.

“Charles, I survived a nuclear war. I think I can survive teaching kids.” Acacia joked, eliciting a laugh from the Professor. Her eyes turned to a different flower, irises filled with rhododendrons, their pink colour startling Charles, because he’d never seen that colour before. “I’m surprised. Seems you unlocked a new flower, Miss Floryn.” She flushed, her eyes now glowing with bluish foxgloves, Charles deducing she was anxious, so he let out a low chuckle. “No need to worry. Walk with me, Miss Floryn.”

Every day, the truth of your absence drives into me like a knife willing to take my heart, and without you, every day it gets closer.

They both took slow steps, the moving of his hands wheeling himself along matching with her pace of walking. “I’ve longed for you to say my first name, Professor.” Acacia smiled, turning to Charles, who shot her a sly glance back. “Is that so? Why do you long for that particular wish?” “I’ve always wondered how you would say my name.” “That’s what you want?” “Eh, as well as a jacuzzi, but you can’t have everything.” He laughed, the heavenly sound making Acacia’s eyes fill with rhododendrons again. “I’m glad I ran into you today, Acacia, you really brightened up my day.” When he said her name for the first time, she felt heartened, warmth shooting from the tips of her fingers, through her veins to her toes, while the still flourishing flowers around them suddenly bloomed beautifully, much to the happiness of the students. “In my office, please.”

There is nothing I want so as much as you and I failed to say or show that, and now I’ve lost you.

He offered her a seat at his old chair, grinning benignly when she sat down. “Professor, you know how Hank has been shut in his lab for absolutely ages, yes?” “I’m aware.” “With my expert knowledge of science and botany, we’ve been developing a… cure… for your legs.” His eyes were suddenly full of life, wheeling himself over to her with gusto. “You can? I can walk again?” “Hopefully, we’ve been successful so far, just need to tweak it here and there.”

I hope you can forgive me, wherever you are, because I could never forgive myself.

She couldn’t hide her smile as a childish, excited grin shot on his cheeks, his hand grasping hers. “Acacia, I cannot thank you more than anything. If there’s anything I can do for you, then please say the word.” “Charles, being with you is enough for me. You don’t have to make promises.” Lavender swirled around her pupils, the light and calming colour soothing them both. “Same with me.”

I hope you still think about me even in the darkest of times, because I still think of you no matter what.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, leaning in slowly, but the door opening forced their hands to jerk apart, Charles thinking up something to say in the space of a second. “That is how far you can reach your powers, Professor Floryn. Remember, there is always room for improvement. Yes, Hank?” He turned to Hank, who was standing at the door. “I needed Acacia in the lab, but if you’re in a session, I could always come back later-” “No, go ahead, we just finished anyway.” His broad grin masked his blush enough, Acacia’s eyes a dismal black rose as he wheeled out of the room, while he left her to helplessly follow after Hank.

I hope you are safe, safer than you ever could be with me.

Later, she was in her study, helping some roses bloom and carnations flourish in her study, the snowdrops in the corner providing life. A soft knock was at the door, the lavender colouring her eyes perking up as she gently told the other to come in. Charles wheeled in, a tender smile showing his smooth, pink lips. “Charles! Hank and I finished the serum, I have the syringe with me now, if you want to take it.” He lit up, wheeling over quickly. “I’d be glad to.” Rolling up his sleeve, Acacia bent down, rubbing on the nerve to relax it.

If I were with you, I’d tell you how much you mean to me.

“This will hurt a little, so deep breath…” Slowly inserting the needle, she injected the serum expertly before taking it out, setting it gently on the table. And as soon as that happened, Charles wiggled his toes, finding his foot was moving. A disbelieving laugh fell past his lips, raising another leg before he started laughing loudly, even louder when he stood up unattended. “Oh, Miss Floryn, you are a genius!” Charles patted his legs, in shock that he could move his legs again. “It-it’s nothing.” The rhododendrons infested her gaze again, bringing Charles to a halt and he cleared his throat, “Miss Floryn, I came to talk to you about earlier, I-” “I understand if you didn’t mean it.” “No, quite the contrary, I didn’t regret anything.”

And now I’m here, alone, and the thing I regret the most is not stopping you from leaving me.

“You- you don’t?” “No. I have been utterly in euphoria when I’m with you, Miss Floryn. Infatuated, enthralled, you could say. You are a beautiful woman and you have a gift that is just as special, as beautiful, as unique as you are. And for that, I love you.” His fingers gently threaded through hers, holding them like they were fragile pieces of porcelain. Another brushed against the edge of her cheek, pushing her chin lovingly up to face him. His lips were parted, sky blue eyes bright and joy-filled. “And I think I just figured out what that new flower of yours is, Miss Floryn.” Their noses were brushing, Charles looking for any sign of her wanting to stop. “Won’t you leave me? Declare me a freak?” “Why would I ever do that? We’re one and the same, Miss Floryn, and nothing can change the way I feel about you. I won’t ever leave you, and I will make sure no one makes you feel like that again.” “I love you, Charles Xavier.” “Miss Floryn…” Acacia didn’t wait any longer, grabbing the lapel of his navy waistcoat, pulling him in and passionately colliding their lips, Acacia able to feel the buzz of the nature-filled air, the joyful cries of the plants, something she’d never been able to do.

I promised I’d never leave you, yet I forced you to leave me.

Charles, his eyes closed, gently breathed, “Your lips taste amazing…” before diving back into the vortex of emotions that was Acacia, the woman he loved. He never thought he was capable of love. But Charles was, and he was glad it was her.

Now I sit here, lost and alone, recalling memories of us that torture me yet heal my injuries, injuries that no one can see. I still love you, Acacia Floryn, and I always have. I hope you‘ve found a new, even more beautiful life than you had with me, and I hope you find it in you to move on, even if you don’t remember what you have to move on from. Once more, I love you, Acacia. Charles.

Charles sighed, his unkempt, long hair lying in messy straggles round his ears, his pen set down on the desk with a small clink as he locked the letter away with many others, hoping he could post them, but no one would hear his plea. That was until he heard a loud yell and bang from the main hall, grabbing his drink and heading over to the source of the noise, staggering down the steps. “What’s going on here? Hank, get off the bloody chandelier.” He spat, chugging some beer. “These people came to see you.” He fell over as he sat down, tipsy from the excessive drinking. “Are you alright?” Two hands steadied his shoulders, helping his vision clear and stop coming in two separate, blurry, sections which merged into one, showing him the one person he’d been pining for until this very moment. “You…” He murmured, eyes wide. Acacia stood before him, older than he remembered, her skin a little more tanned than before, and her hair was longer, the light blue also fading into green. “Are you Professor Charles Xavier?” She asked, her eyes filled with blossoming begonias. “Why yes, yes I am.” Charles breathed, a small, faint grin overtaking him. You came back for me.