#alex havok summers fanfic

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Chaos Unfolds

Pairing: Alex "Havok" Summers x Mutant!reader

Characters: Alex "Havok" Summers, Mutant!reader, Scott "Cyclops" Summers, Jean Gray, Jubilation "Jubilee", Charles Xavier

Warnings: Fluff, almost a self sacrifice, the poor lake, charles knows all, scott gets a little, alex is the calmer one out of the two, Everyone lives because I live in a delulu world and it’s mine, therefore, this modern college au so it makes sense to me, why were we denied more Summer brother moments, weeps in the corner, Alex loves his future sister in law, readers mutation is aura and energy related, reader and charles are besties, alex and reader became besties, traumabond besties unite

Word Count: 1.2k

*Will be edited at a later time

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“Did you hear about the new student we got?” Jean whispers, as if it’s a terrible secret to share and didn’t want others to know.

“What do you mean?” Scott asks her.

“I hear she blew up her last school.”

Jubilee rolls her eyes, “that was a rumor.”

“How would you know?” Jean turns to her.

“Because I saw the video. Some idiots were in the chem lab.”

They all shrug, nodding because that sounds more reasonable compared to the rumor floating around.

“What’re we gossiping about?” Alex pokes his head between his little brother and Jean.

Scott shoves him away, “no one was talking to you.”

His brother smiles, “c’mon, you know I’m a good secret keeper.”

“Literally no one has ever said that.”

The older brother shrugs, “that’s fair but seriously what are you guys talking about?”

“The new student. They believe the rumors,” Jubilee says, ending the awkward silence.

Alex rolls his eyes, “you guys shouldn’t always believe what you hear.”

“You say that like you know something?” Jean says.

The blond shrugs, “I know a lot of things, J. You gotta be more specific.”

She narrows her eyes at him.

“Were you there when they brought them to the school?” Jubilee asks.

“I was on another recruit mission when they did, even then I don’t know and can’t share too much since you guys are the students,” he snatches an apple off his little brother's lunch tray. “And I’m the teacher.” He takes a bite of it. “I’ll see you all in class.”

-

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath.

The energy of the students was a bit much; you were still practicing with Charles to not “explode” as you say.

After your session, he advised going outside and taking a break before finishing for the day, knowing how strenuous this can be on you.

You barely let out your breath before falling. You don’t realize when you throw an aura bubble for you to bounce off, doing a backflip and landing on your feet… only to trip and fall on your back.

You close your eyes at the pain, feeling that pent up energy again.

You forgot you’d taken off your gloves and the ground under you shakes.

You push yourself up, pulling your hands closer to you.

An orange hand appears in front of your face.

You accept and let yourself get pulled up.

You don’t realize how tired you are until you stumble into the person’s chest.

Red is all you can see, even with your eyes closed.

‘Let go,’ Charles tells you in your head.

Your eyes snap open and find the owner of the hand in pain. You gasp, “oh god, I’m-”

“Back away from my brother.”

You turn to him, mouth agape.

He takes a step closer to you and you step back.

The red surrounding the man in glasses is getting brighter.

“Scott, don’t,” Charles tells him, reaching for the young man. “Don’t step any further.”

“But they-”

‘If you don’t stop, they will react terribly.’

Scott turns back as the group starts shaking once more.

Alex catches his breath, sensing the fear from you and pushes his brother behind him. “Hey,” he says, calling out to you like a stray cat.

Your eyes snap from the youngest to the eldest brother.

“You didn’t mean it.”

You shake your head, “I didn’t mean to.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Your aura is just- it’s so bright. I’m still learning how to not do what I did but-”

The ground stops shaking.

“It’s still hard at times.” You open your eyes and find a mix of colors before they fade away and you see the three before you. “Oh.” You lean to the side and look at Charles. “We made some progress.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m happy to see the school is still intact.”

You smile, “me too.” You turn your attention back onto the other two. “So,” you rock on your heels back and forth. “What’s next?”

The two older men chuckle and you three follow the professor.

-

You stop at the stairs when Charles calls out for you in your mind. ‘Stay with us, won’t you? I think you and Scott would do well during training.’

You turn around, “you want to start training now?”

He shakes his head. “Not until Hank can help us.”

Alex furrows his brows. “When did-” He furrows his brows, a sudden headache coming on.

“You remember how well training went the last time we tried,” you try to tell Charles.

“That was ages ago and you hadn’t mastered them as well as you have now.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Charles-”

‘This will be good for you. Trust me, this will explain a number of things.’

You move your hand and give him a side eye stare. “Sure, Charles and then we’ll go out for ice cream and have a picnic under the stars.”

He chuckles.

You may not be able to read his mind but you know just enough to sense that the man knows something and would rather be cheeky about it, than upfront.

Alex winces, his headaches, rarely come but they do at times affect his mutation at times.

The tame orange color you sense from Alex gets brighter.

You barely need to turn around to see the brightness of his aura. “Charles, get back.”

He wants to ask but the look on your face tells him not to, he couldn’t read your mind even if he wanted to, not just because he can see that you’ve blocked him but also because he doesn’t have your permission.

The last time he tried to read your mind, well, the north side of the mansion took over two months to rebuild.

“Alex, breath.”

He grunts.

“It’s your mutation and stress. You’ve taken on too much and now it’s-”

“Shut up,” he hisses.

You glance back at Charles, nodding at him.

He furrows his brows.

“I need you to trust me,” you tell him.

“Trust you. I don’t know even,” he grunts. “I don’t even know you.”

“That’s why I’m gonna be your best friend after this.” You step forward just a few inches away from him. “I need you to trust in yourself.”

“I- I can’t.”

You nod, nervously chuckling, “you can.” You slowly raise your hand and place it on his chest. “Alex,” you whisper. “I need you to let it go.”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head. “What?”

You nod, “I have a theory.”

“A- a theory? You want me to kill you based on a theory?!”

You pause, “okay, not a theory. I know what to do.” You can sense how hard it is for him to hold back. “That’s why, Alex. I need you to let go. I got you.”

He’s never heard that before and it baffles him, he loses his control.

You grunt at the new force hitting you, you almost lose your footing and catch yourself. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting the energy of his plasma blast flow through you.

You open your eyes feeling lighter than you did before… and a little- “excuse me.”

You run outside, sprinting for the lake and jump in, diving to the bottom. You scream and release the energy you've taken.

Anyone who was standing outside was soaked. Those who saw the blast are a bit alarmed by you.

Charles and Alex are more fascinated by what you've done.

You swim towards the edge, taking a moment to catch your breath and rethink everything that's happened.

You sigh and pull yourself up.

A hand appears in front of you.

You can tell who it is without looking at him. “Thanks,” you mumble.

“Figured it was the least I could do for the person who saved me from making a mess,” he offers a kind smile.

Charles appears beside him. “I see you've done more than mastered your mutation.”

You shrug off his comment, “that wasn't anything.”

“That was an excellent introduction to you joining us in the field. To prove you have what it takes to help people.”

“I'm not ready to help people.”

“You already helped someone and saved many people from getting hurt in the process. Well, I mean other than the few who got a bit wet but, a load of laundry never harmed anyone.”

You purse your lips. “I- What about everyone else?”

“Who cares about everyone else,” Scott chimes in. “I'm a freak but that hasn't stopped me.”

“You're not a freak, Scott,” Alex tells him.

“I am but I won't let that stop me.”

The older of the two boys glances at his professor, who nods.

“Alright, now that it's settled. We should go inside. I believe the bell is going to ring at any moment.”

You three walk after Charles.

-

“What's your next period?” Alex asks.

“Uh, I think English?”

“You want to hang out in your new best friend classroom while he grades papers?”

You chuckle, “sure.”

-

Extra snippet

“I smell romance.”

“Jubilee,” Jean sighs.

“What?”

“We should go to class.”

-

Red: A strong, energetic, and passionate color that can indicate a groundedness, willingness to take action, and a passion for life 

Orange: A color that can indicate creativity, problem-solving, and a willingness to take risks 

Yellow: A color that can indicate creativity, relaxation, and a joy in the everyday 

Green: A color that can indicate a love for others, a desire to work harmoniously, and a connectedness to the environment 

Blue: A color that can indicate intuition, spirituality, and a desire for balance and communication 

Purple: A color that can indicate spirituality and visions for oneself and humanity 

White: A rare color that can indicate spiritual purity and a release from materialism 

Black: A color that can indicate a draw or pull of energy, which is then transformed

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...Is Love, Sweet Love (Part II)

Summary: Eight months later, (Y/N) and her daughter Molly have settled in well at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, with (Y/N) teaching a Classical Literature class and six-year-old Molly taking courses while learning more about her telepathic skills. Charles, having fallen head over heels for the school's new professor, debates whether or not to act upon his feelings.

Pairing: Charles Xavier X F!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Yes, I know, it's slightly unhinged to write a Part II to a one-shot that I published over 2 years ago, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head and here's what I came up with! Again, "What The World Needs Now Is Love" by Jackie DeShannon partially inspired this fic, so you should totally give it a listen if you haven't heard it before :)

…Is Love, Sweet Love May 1980 Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester (Previous Chapter)

Despite living in his family’s mansion for the majority of his life and spending countless hours of his childhood eagerly exploring its sprawling grounds, Charles Xavier hadn’t truly grown to appreciate the tranquility that the estate provided until he’d re-started Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The sight of young mutants happily playing on the playground and partaking in group sports without feeling the need to hide their differences away brought a smile to Charles’ face, and the cheerful laughter of his students paired with the beautiful spring sunshine inspired him to once again enjoy his lunch outside with a good book…although, it was difficult to deny that he spent far more time listening in on Professor (Y/L/N)’s nearby Classical Literature class than actually reading his novel.

“Can anyone tell me why the characters of King Lear worship the pagan gods and not any form of Christianity?” (Y/N), who was sitting cross-legged on the grass in front of her small class, arched a brow as she surveyed the silent group of teenagers before her. “C’mon, guys, you know this. We went over the background of the play during our last lecture, and I seem to remember some of you even taking notes…” After a moment, a timid hand went up from the red-headed girl in the front and (Y/N) smiled. “Yes, Jean?”

“The play is set in ancient Britain, long before the arrival of Christianity.”

“Very good, Jean!” Jean Grey’s shoulders relaxed and beside her, her friend Jubilee gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Now, why would Shakespeare choose to set this play in this specific time period? Think about the time period in which Shakespeare lived, and what the social and political climate in England was like.” A dark-haired boy towards the back of their group raised his hand. “Go ahead, Remy.”

Remy LeBeau lowered his hand and began fiddling with his deck of playing cards as he spoke in his distinct French-Creole accent. “Well, Professor, that was when there was a lil’ trouble brewin’ ‘tween the Catholics and Protestants over there, right? He prob’ly didn’t wanna ruffle any feathers by puttin’ a popular religion in his plays, so he had his characters worship the gods from ol’ Roman mythology; anybody who’d be offended would’ve been long dead, so Willy did what any guy’d do to keep his head on his shoulders.”

Charles smiled to himself as the class laughed and (Y/N)’s lips curved upwards into a reluctant grin. “A little unorthodoxly put, Remy, but you’re absolutely correct. In the play, Lear states that-” She was cut off when the familiar sound of the school bell rang out and her students started to pack their things away. “Remember, on Monday we’ll begin performing your assigned scenes so be sure to work on memorizing your lines with your groups over the weekend. Have a good rest of your day!”

While they laughed and talked amongst themselves, the students headed back towards the mansion for their next class and with a fond smile on her face, (Y/N) looked away from them and finished packing her binders and books into her messenger bag. The novel in Charles’ hand was all but forgotten in favor of admiring his colleague and friend, who’s effortless beauty almost always succeeded in making him stutter over his words and caused him to blush in a way that he hadn’t since he was a schoolboy; she was dressed casually in a striped button-down blouse tucked into a faded pair of high-waisted jeans and well-worn Birkenstocks, with her (Y/H/C) hair pulled away from her face by a blue headband and her reading glasses dangling around her neck by a colorful beaded chain. Charles took in all of her striking figure, but it was her content smile and the happy gleam in her (Y/E/C) eyes that made him release a lovelorn sigh and look down at his lap.

Charles was infatuated with Professor (Y/L/N). Well, it perhaps started out as a simple infatuation, back when she’d first arrived on his doorstep pleading for him to help her daughter; her kindness and caring nature in regards to Molly’s safety and well-being was touching, considering how many parents he’d met who were overly eager to pass their mutant children off to a complete stranger just to be rid of them. After hearing their story, he knew that she couldn’t bear to be separated from her five-year-old and so, he asked that she stay and teach at the school to ensure that they would remain together. That was eight months ago and since then, the infatuation had evolved into a full-blown romantic crush; Charles was captivated by (Y/N)’s capacity for compassion, enchanted by her quick wit and natural beauty, in awe of her progressive idealism in regards to mutant rights and more than appreciative of her boundless consideration in regards to his disability.

Yes, Charles was enamored by his school’s newest professor, but he was also plagued by insecurity. The last woman he was romantically involved with was Agent Moira MacTaggert of the CIA, all the way back in 1962 when he was a dashing young man who’d just earned his doctorate and possessed an egotistical streak wider than the English Channel; nowadays, his ego was tempered and his youthful good looks were beginning to give way to wrinkles and streaks of silver. While a ten-year age gap between two consenting adults was hardly an insurmountable obstacle to a happy relationship, a part of him couldn’t help but think that (Y/N) would be happier with someone younger than him. Both Alex and Hank thought that he was overthinking the situation, and perhaps they were right but whenever he started to consider asking her out, that little voice of doubt whispered on in the back of his mind.

“Hi Charles!”

Looking up, Charles’ face reflexively broke out into a grin when he saw (Y/N) approaching the bench he’d parked his wheelchair beside. “Hello, (Y/N)! Holding your classes outside today, I see?”

“It’s such a beautiful day, so you could hardly blame me for taking full advantage of it.” The professor adjusted the strap of her messenger bag and tilted her head as a teasing smile played across her cherry-red lips. “Enjoying your lunch outside today, I see?”

“Touché, Professor,” Charles chuckled, slipping his bookmark into his novel to mark his place and tucking it into his wheelchair’s saddle pack. “Hank seems to believe that my vitamin D levels are too low, so I decided that eating outside was the quickest way to get our resident worrywart off of my back. Not only did I soak up plenty of sun, I had the added pleasure of listening in on your fantastic lesson on Shakespeare’s King Lear; no offense to the Bard, but it’s refreshing to see an Classical Literature professor teach her students about one of his historical plays instead of one of his romances.”

(Y/N) shrugged nonchalantly, but the way she began to fiddle with her pendant revealed the bashfulness she was attempting to mask. “Well, I remember what it was like being fourteen; you’re around the same age as Romeo and Juliet, yes, but you don’t know a damn thing about love and it’s not easy to understand why they do the things they do.”

“As a former fourteen-year-old, I heartily concur. At that age, I could scarcely understand myself let alone an emotion as complex as love, no matter how beautifully Shakespeare described it,” Charles replied, looking out across the manicured grounds as he recited, “‘My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep-’”

“‘-The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite,’” (Y/N) finished and when their eyes met, Charles’ heart fluttered and he could feel his face beginning to warm; his brows rose in surprise when the professor hastily turned her head to try and hide her besotted smile, a flicker of hope igniting within him at the sight. “I, um, I-I should go and find Molly…”

“She’s at the playground with Alex’s second graders. Speaking of which, I need to speak with Alex about tomorrow’s scheduled book delivery…” Charles awkwardly cleared his throat before giving (Y/N) a tentative smile. “Would you allow me to escort you there?”

(Y/N)’s own smile widened at that. “Of course!”

While Charles wheeled himself along the stone pathway and (Y/N) kept in step with him, they eagerly discussed the school’s ongoing library expansion and all the new books they’d obtained for the students; any progress made at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters filled him with a sense of accomplishment, but expanding his ancestral home’s library was one of his greatest desires and he was thrilled that the children would soon have access to more knowledge than many of the country’s best private schools and universities. (Y/N) was just as excited about the expansion as he was, and he couldn’t help but admire the enthusiasm written across her beautiful features while he listened to her talk about all the lesson plans she’d brainstormed involving their new books.

They reached the playground sooner than Charles would’ve preferred, but his disappointment was set aside by the sight and sound of his school’s youngest students happily entertaining themselves on the elaborate structure; so many of them came from broken homes and were sent away without any second thoughts by families that couldn’t care less about them and while Charles couldn’t change their heartbreaking pasts, he did all in his power to give each and every one of his students a loving home and bright, promising futures. For the first time, I find myself truly understanding the blinding rage that fills Erik in regards to mutant rights, he thought with an inward grimace before glancing over at (Y/N) and smiling as the human woman affectionately watched her mutant daughter play, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve lost my faith in humanity’s innate goodness.

“Hi Mommy!” Molly exclaimed from the top of the structure, a toothy grin stretching across her face as she gave them both an enthusiastic wave. “Hi Professor ‘Zavier!”

“Hi Molly-Bear!” (Y/N) called back while a beaming Charles returned the little girl’s wave with one of his own. He’d always maintained that a good professor shouldn’t have favorites, but no one would blame him if he came out and admitted that Molly (Y/L/N) was – hands down – his favorite student; she was as exuberant and carefree as any human six year old, but her mutant abilities as a psychometric telepath meant that she was more insightful and tended to see the world around her with sage eyes. In truth, Molly reminded him so much of himself when he was a child and knowing first-hand how challenging having telepathic abilities at that age can be, he was grateful that he could help her by teaching her how to control and accept her gifts.

While Charles scanned the playground for Alex, he caught (Y/N) looking over at him and the tender expression on her face nearly took his breath away; she quickly looked away and pretended to adjust the fasteners of her messenger bag, but not before Charles noticed the glimmer of affection in her gorgeous (Y/E/C) eyes. A familiar whistle cut through his racing thoughts and when he glanced over, he spotted Alex leaning against a light pole that bordered the playground; a knowing smirk curved across the younger man’s face, widening as he brought a hand up to his temple and wiggled his fingers to signal for Charles to read his mind.

“I told you so.”

“Alex…”

“(Y/N)’s into you, Charles, and you’re clearly into her. So, what’re you gonna do about it?”

After taking a steadying breath and running an anxious hand through his hair, Charles cleared his suddenly dry throat and hesitantly spoke. “(Y/N)?” The professor looked over at him expectantly and his finger drifted upwards to loosen his shirt’s collar while he clumsily continued. “I, ah…well, I-I was wondering if I…(Y/N), would you and Molly care to join me for dinner sometime? There’s a wonderful Italian restaurant in Salem Center and a little movie theater just down the street from it that I think you’ll enjoy…”

(Y/N) blinked, looking dumbfounded but slightly hopeful as she took a moment to find her voice. “Charles, are you asking me out on a date?”

Charles nodded and offered her the barest of smiles. “Over the past few months, I’ve grown…immensely fond of you; I wake up every morning looking forward to our usual discussions over breakfast, I find myself spending far too much time styling my hair and picking out what to wear in the hopes that you’ll take note and every time you smile at me, my heart skips a beat.” The professor shyly smiled at that and he couldn’t help but lightly chuckle, the weight in his chest already feeling lighter with each confession he uttered. “Yes, just like that.”

“And you…you wouldn’t mind Molly coming along?”

The anxiety that filled (Y/N)’s eyes as she awaited his answer nearly shattered Charles’ heart; based on what little she’d disclosed to him about her past, he knew that she’s struggled with dating as a single mother and he could only imagine how disillusioned with romance she’d become as a result. “Of course not, (Y/N),” He softly replied and in a bold move, he reached forward and took her hand in his. “You two are a team, after all; Molly is your entire world, and I want you to know that I respect that more than anything. It’s also…well, let’s just say that it’s been quite a while since I’ve gone on a date, and I’d…”

“Like to go slow?” (Y/N) gently offered and when Charles wordlessly nodded, she gave him the smallest of smiles before looking over her shoulder and calling out, “Molly? Sweetheart, can you come here for a second, please?” After coming down the slide, Molly skipped over to them and the professor knelt down so that they were eye-level, her hand still holding onto his. “Professor Xavier wanted to know if he could take us out for dinner and a movie. Does that sound all right to you, Molly-Bear?”

The little girl’s head tilted to the side as her (Y/E/C) eyes studied Charles, and he was forced to mask his amused chuckle with a cough when she brought a mitten-clad hand up to her mother’s ear. “Like on a date?” Molly loudly whispered, and (Y/N) pursed her lips to keep from chuckling as she nodded; her daughter lowered her hand to reveal her excited smile and she gave her mother an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Sounds good to me!” Molly looked back at Charles with a conspiratorial giggle. “Mommy likes you, Professor ‘Zavier.”

Charles arched a playful brow as his eyes flicked between the embarrassed elder (Y/L/N) and the beaming younger (Y/L/N). “She does, does she?”

“Mm-hmm, she likes your eyes and your smile and your hair and your-”

“Okay, young lady, that’s enough out of you,” (Y/N) hastily interrupted, tickling her daughter’s neck with both hands and smiling when she shrieked with laughter and scurried back to the playground. Shaking her head in fond exasperation, she stood and glanced back at Charles, who was trying and failing to muffle his laughter. “Well, I guess that settles it. Does six o’clock this Friday work for you?”

He emphatically nodded. “Yes, of course, it’s perfect!” He felt himself begin to blush at his obvious enthusiasm, and it was (Y/N)’s turn to chuckle as he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried again. “…I-I mean, Friday at six o’clock works for me.”

“Good. I guess that Molly and I will see you then.” The professor turned to walk away but took Charles by surprise when she turned back around and bashfully smiled at him. “I’ve…I’ve grown immensely fond of you too, Charles.”

Before he could say or do anything, she’d bent down and pressed a feather-light kiss onto his cheek, an infatuated gleam in her (Y/E/C) eyes as she flashed him one last smile and left to meet her daughter on the playground. A broad grin slowly spread across Charles’ face and while he watched her walk away, he leaned an elbow onto his wheelchair’s armrest and rested the side of his head against his palm, releasing a love-struck sigh and barely taking note of the familiar figure that moved to stand beside him.

“See what happens when you actually take my advice?”

Charles straightened his posture and glanced over at Alex, who was wearing the smuggest of smiles on his faces as he stared back at him. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an impertinent ass, Alex Summers?”

Alex’s smirk widened. “Heard it all my life. So, when’s the big date?”

“This Friday at six o’clock. And since you and Hank have taken such a keen interest in my love life, I’ll be requiring your assistance on Friday.” The younger man quickly sobered and with a grin of his own, Charles chuckled and patted his arm. “There’s a good chap. Now, about tomorrow’s book delivery…”

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Although it was a far cry from the hazy evenings spent at Oxford’s many lively pubs and in the company of the college’s most flirtatious female students, Charles’ date with (Y/N) and Molly was undoubtedly the most enjoyable one he’d ever been on. He’d met the mother and daughter in the mansion’s foyer with two bouquets in his hands – daisies for Molly and vibrant pink roses for (Y/N) – and he happily watched them admire their flowers while simultaneously hiding the fact that he was studying (Y/N)’s figure; the professor was wearing a knee-length yellow dress with long billowing sleeves, a bright pink sash tied around her waist and matching high heels, and her carefully styled hair was pulled back by a pink headband. She was beautiful, far too beautiful to be going out with the likes of him, but his fears of inadequacy were quickly alleviated when she looked over at him and smiled.

Hank and Alex drove the three of them to Salem Center in Charles’ maroon 1959 Jaguar Mark IX, the pair of them opting to stay in town and catch a showing of the newly-released The Empire Strikes Back while they dined at La Mensa. Sensing Molly’s apprehension with being around so many non-mutant strangers, Charles distracted her by playing ‘tic-tac-toe’ and ‘hangman’ with her on her paper place-mat and (Y/N) threw him a grateful look as she asked her daughter about her schoolwork; while they enjoyed their food, (Y/N) entertained them with stories of her students’ antics and after some goading by Molly, she even balanced a spoon on the end of her nose much to her daughter and Charles’ delight. After dinner, they made their way down the street to the small movie theater and while many of its patrons were queued up to watch the latest Star Wars film, the three of them decided on watching the re-release of Disney’s Lady and the Tramp; Molly adored the classic cartoon and while Charles was impartial to the film, he thoroughly enjoyed exchanging enamored glances with (Y/N) over the little girl’s head.

Molly fell asleep on the drive home, cuddling against her mother’s side as she lovingly brushed her fingers through her daughter’s (Y/H/C) hair. In low whispers, (Y/N) assured Charles that Molly had a wonderful time and that she hadn’t seen the little girl so happy since before she’d come into her mutation; although aware that Hank and Alex were clearly eavesdropping from their front seats, Charles quietly asked her if she’d care for a quick nightcap in his study after putting Molly to bed, and he was thrilled when she readily accepted his invitation. When they arrived back at the mansion, (Y/N) carried the still-sleeping Molly inside, but not before giving Charles one last smile as he maneuvered into his outside wheelchair.

“So…” Hank arched a curious brow as he walked beside Charles’ wheelchair and steadied it when they reached the top of the ramp, where Alex was waiting with his motorized indoor wheelchair. “How was it?”

“Charming, but I could’ve done without the rather offensive Asian and Italian stereotypes-”

“Not the movie, Charles, the date,” Alex interrupted and when Charles chuckled in amusement at his friends, he leaned a shoulder against the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest. “C’mon, you finally ask out the woman you’ve been head over heels for and you’re not gonna give your two best friends the four-one-one?”

Shaking his head in faux exasperation, Charles shifted himself into his motorized wheelchair and arranged his legs as he airily answered, “(Y/N), Molly and I ate a truly magnificent meal at La Mensa that we followed up by watching a classic Disney film at the movie theater. What more is there to say?”

Alex heaved a sigh but moved to allow Charles to wheel himself into the mansion. “A little help here, Hank?”

“Oh, he’s having far too much fun messing with us to stop.” The scientist tucked his hands into his jacket pockets while a mischievous smirk played on his lips. “But speaking as the school’s resident genius, I couldn’t help but notice the good professor clearly checking (Y/N) out before we left and blushing when she smiled at him just now.”

A reluctant blush warmed Charles’ cheeks at that. “Don’t you two perverts have morning classes to prepare for?”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday, lover boy,” Alex smugly countered, nudging Hank’s arm with his elbow as they walked beside Charles’ wheelchair down the vacant hall to his study. “Well, Beast, there’s no doubt about it: Charles here’s got it bad for our lovely Professor (Y/L/N).”

When they reached his study’s door, Charles nudged it open and wheeled himself inside, but not before giving both men a look of genuine sincerity. “Thank you, for your assistance tonight and for your encouragement; the pair of you can occasionally be a pain in the ass, but tonight couldn’t have happened without you.”

Hank’s smile softened. “You’re welcome, Charles. We’re just happy that we succeeded in making you do something selfish for once.”

“Yeah, you’ve helped us both out so much over the years and it was high-time we returned the favor,” Alex added as he clapped Charles on the shoulder, his earnest expression morphing into a knowing smirk while he continued. “Enjoy your nightcap with (Y/N), and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, lover boy.”

“Oh, and don’t forget protection!”

“Goodnight, gentlemen.”

Chuckling, Alex and Hank left the study and closed the door behind them; after pausing for a moment to take a calming breath, Charles wheeled himself over to the oak cabinet near his cluttered desk and unlocked it, pulling out a glass decanter of scotch and two glasses and setting them down on the coffee table. He bit his lip as his eyes surveyed the messy state of his study, cursing himself for not tidying up earlier, but a part of him knew that (Y/N) wasn’t the type to mind a little clutter; she liked to joke that the best professors had the messiest studies because they spent all their time teaching instead of worrying about how others perceive them. It was the good manners instilled in him from birth that saw him gathering stacks of loose papers, binders and leather-bound books and unceremoniously shoving them behind his desk before lifting himself out of his wheelchair to sit on the couch; with nothing else to distract himself from the anxious anticipation building up within him, Charles plucked the maple-colored queen off the chessboard and nimbly twirled it around his fingers as he waited for (Y/N).

Minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door of his study and after scrambling to straighten up his chessboard, Charles called out, “Come in!” The door opened and (Y/N) stepped into the room, her gentle smile widening when she spotted him seated on the couch. “How’s Molly?”

“Out like a light.” (Y/N) crossed the room and sat on the couch beside him, her fingers playing with the flowing yellow material of her dress’ skirt as Charles poured their drinks. “She wanted me to tell you that she had a really fun time tonight, and she wanted me to thank you.”

“She’s been working so hard these past few months to complete her schoolwork and training, so if anyone deserves to have a little fun it’s undoubtedly her,” Charles replied, a surge of fondness for his youngest student and her kindheartedness bringing a smile to her face as he turned to (Y/N) and offered her a glass of the amber-colored liquid. “As do you, Professor.”

Accepting the glass, (Y/N) hummed thoughtfully before holding it up and angling it towards him. “In that case…to having fun.”

“To having fun,” Charles repeated, lightly clinking his glass of scotch against hers and taking a sip, his eyes appreciatively roaming along the professor’s figure while she took a sip of the strong liquor. “Do you like it? It’s top shelf scotch whiskey, all the way from Scotland.”

(Y/N) arched a playful brow as she crossed her leg over her knee and angled herself to face him. “Expensive, imported liquor? Are you trying to impress me, Professor?”

“Well, that all depends…” Following his instincts, Charles set his glass down and rested his elbow on the couch’s back cushion, his lips curving into a playful grin. “Is it working?”

Her (Y/E/C) eyes softened and after setting her own glass down, she rested one of her hands on his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Charles, I was impressed by you before the top shelf scotch, before the fancy Italian restaurant, and before I ever laid eyes on this beautiful mansion.” His brow furrowed in confusion but she merely smiled and rubbed small circles along his knuckles with her thumb. “Eight months ago, the letter that I sent you asking for help with Molly was my Hail Mary; I had nowhere to go and no way to protect my daughter from the people who hated her for who she was, so I decided to write to the one person I knew could help her. And when you sent me a letter back – that incredibly kind and empathetic letter – you gave me hope, hope that I hadn’t felt in so long. So, you see? You managed to impress me before we’d even met, Charles Xavier.”

Charles, touched by her sincerity and feeling a little emotional, reached forward with his free hand and carefully cradled her warm cheek in his palm. “Oh, my darling (Y/N)…you’re not the only one who’s had their hope restored; I gave up any hope for romance not long after I lost my legs, choosing to focus my attention on the school and my fellow mutants. Over these past several months, however, you helped me to see that there was still hope.” His thumb traced along her cheekbone as he smiled and slowly began to lean in. “And now, I would very much like to kiss you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

(Y/N)’s smile widened. “I’d like that very much as well, I just…” He could feel her cheek flush beneath his touch, and a look of embarrassment flashed across her face. “God, it’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. Would it be silly to say that I’ve got butterflies in my stomach?”

“Not at all, darling. Truth be told, I’m a little nervous myself,” Charles murmured, his eyes flicking away from hers to stare at her enticing lips before glancing back up. “The last time I kissed a woman was in 1962, so you’ll have to forgive me if my technique has gotten slightly rusty over the past eighteen years.”

“Well, we won’t know unless we give it a go, will we?” (Y/N) breathed and her (Y/E/C) eyes burned with desire as they both inched closer. “Charles, dear…please kiss me.”

Wanting nothing more than to please the professor, Charles’ eyes fluttered closed as he tentatively brushed his lips against hers. (Y/N) wasted no time in returning the kiss, kissing him softly and sweetly as her hand left his to rest on the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair and eliciting a blissful groan from him; with one hand still cupping her cheek, he rested the other on her waist but soon found himself winding his arm around her in an effort to bring her closer. (Y/N)’s lips were soft and oh so addictive, slowly but firmly caressing against his as her fingers carded through his locks, and Charles surrendered himself over to the woman wrapped in his embrace.

Eventually, they were forced to separate for some much-needed air, the both of them out of breath and almost dizzy from their impromptu make-out session; Charles felt a surge of pride as he took in (Y/N)’s kiss-swollen lips, heaving chest and the dazed smile on her face, and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to lightly rub his nose against hers. When he pulled back, he huffed out a breathless chuckle at the incredulous look that she was giving him. “That’s a rusty technique?”

“Mm-hmm. Dreadful, wasn’t it?”

(Y/N) giggled at his joking question and pretended to consider it. “You know, I think I need another example before I can definitively say.” They both laughed but when Charles moved in for another kiss, a sharp twinge in his lower back caused him to recoil with a hiss of pain. “Charles, are you okay?!”

He mutely nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he straightened his posture and leaned his back against the plush couch cushions. “I’m fine, it’s just a muscle spasm.”

“Is it…?” (Y/N) trailed off and when Charles finally opened his eyes as the pain began to fade, he could see the worry written across her face. “Is it because of your spinal cord injury?”

“That, and I’m afraid that I’m getting on in years; I’m not as young and spritely as I was in 1962.” Instead of stammering out a string of apologies and getting up to leave as Charles feared she would, the corner of (Y/N)’s lips curved upwards into a lopsided grin that left him slightly confused. “(Y/N)?”

The professor shifted closer to him. “Did you know that Molly’s father was fourteen years older than me?” Charles’ brow rose in surprise and he silently shook his head, watching as she reached over and brushed a lock of hair behind his ear. “You could say that I’ve always had a thing for older men…” Before he could think of something witty to say, (Y/N) swung her leg over his to straddle his lap and rested her hands on either side of his face; Charles couldn’t help but grin and, inspired by her delectable boldness, he placed his hands on her waist to hold her securely to him, his grin widening as her breath hitched. “Go ahead and read my mind if you don’t believe me, but it’s true.”

Shaking his head, Charles rested his head on the back of the couch so that he was staring up at her, softly smiling as one of his hands traveled upwards to cradle her cheek. “I believe you, darling. Would it be too sappy to say that I don’t want this night to end?”

“Not at all, dear,” (Y/N) shook her head before closing the distance between them and captured his lips in another passionate kiss; when they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his and returned his blissful smile with one of her own. “We can make this work, can’t we? Balance the two of us with running the school and raising Molly?”

“I believe that you and I can do just about anything, so long as we’re together,” Charles replied, his thumb and forefinger moving to guide her chin forward and pouring all his emotions into another kiss; there was no place on Earth he’d rather be than in the arms of the lovely Classical Literature professor who’d captured his heart and judging by the way she kissed him back, it was clear that she was thinking something along the same lines.

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A/N: I had so much fun dipping my toes back into the Fox X-Men Universe (I still have a massive thing for 80's Charles Xavier and his flowing brown hair lol) and I loved that I finally resolved Charles and (Y/N)'s mutual attraction with this cute Part II! I may or may not have a few ideas for a possible Part III, so let me know if you'd be interested in reading more! Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying!

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[coquitokisses]

Alex Summers Headcanons

I wanted to do this because I was rewatching the x-men movies a few days ago and I’m in love with this man and it’s so sad that he died in the movies 🥲 (and how they just MOVED ON? So upsetting)

But anyways, here are the headcanons lol

Alex is definitely a really good boyfriend

I feel like he would be more extroverted than you

He would do absolutely anything to make you smile

He would definitely sing songs out loud with you, it doesn’t matter if it’s a “girly” song, if you like it, he probably will too and he will sing it with you

And even if he doesn’t like it at first, you listen to it so much that he ends up kinda liking it too

He makes you dance with him while you’re cooking

I don’t know why, but I kinda feel like he listens to rap/hip hop???

And he gets you into it too so now you’re both having carpool karaokes

He’s a goofball

And I feel like he’s very flirty too

Not the most romantic when it comes to gifts or dates, but romantic with words

He loves complimenting you

He always comes up with the silliest/funniest pickup lines

“I ain’t gonna lie, girl, I haven’t had candy in a while but you’re thicker than a snicker.”

And he’s so immature sometimes..

“Are you a squirrel? Because you can have deez nuts!”

You roll your eyes laughing. “You’re insane.”

Calling each other “dude” and “bro”

Simple dates. Just watching a movie at home or even just going to eat ice cream

“Last one to get to the door has to do the dishes.” And then both of you slamming the car door to rush to open the front door

He wins most of the time

He’s a tease

But he hates being teased

He’s an ass guy but whenever he gets a chance to grab a handful of your boob, he will definitely do it

He calls you funny nicknames (whether they’re from your name or invented by him) just to piss you off.

You don’t really get pissed off at the nicknames, you get pissed at him for saying them so many times

He’s a night-in kinda guy

Playing sports with him (I feel like he would either play baseball or basketball, idk why lol)

He’s a big spoon but he loves when he’s little spoon

Back and head scratches!!!!

Every. Night.

He demands them

It makes him fall asleep so fast

He’s the one who makes breakfast almost all the time

He squeezes your hand three times (or your arm, or your thigh, whatever he has closest to his hand)

“You’re my everything, you know that?” Accompanied with a kiss on your hand

“You say that to all your other girls?” You joke tilting your head a little

“Yup.” He nods “But you’re my favorite.”

You laugh. “Of course I am.”

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ .

masterlist

more hcs? part two? or nsfw version? 🤷🏻‍♀️

A/n: I kinda wanna do this with different characters now (not just x-men, in general) should i do it? 🫠

Likes and reblogs will be appreciated!

[magikdarkholme]

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Alex Summers x Mutant!OC in which the girl who isn't seen decides being seen isn't as bad as she thought

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

[egotisticaleverything]

Stand Still - McSummers

WARNINGS/CONTAINS: NSFW, Anal sex, Anal fingering, spit as lube, normal teasing, (obvious) language, feeling up, homoerotic suit fittings, banter, floor sex, minor injury, consent checks

A/N: Gender and sex are NOT the same thing. Gender is what you identify as and sex is what Hank McCoy and Alex Summers had in that training bunker during first class when no one was around. STAY INFORMED.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

“God would you just stand still for a second-?” Hank groaned, knelt down into the cold metal flooring of the bunker as Alex stood above him, squirming as he attempted to get his vest fitted.

“Yeah well if you weren’t getting so handsy I wouldn’t be wigglin’.” The blonde retorted, continuing to shy away from hanks touches, leading to yet another exasperated huff to escape the brunette’s lips,

“Maybe if you stayed still I wouldn’t have to get so handsy.” He muttered, moving himself to the other side to continue his work, his tone seething with annoyance as his hands grazed over Alex’s frame.

“You biting back today bozo?” Alex laughs, looking down at Hank as he inhales deeply through his nose, presumably calming himself.

“I don’t really have a choice in the matter when you’re this bratty now do I?” The taller man stands up, bringing his hands to the straps on Alex’s shoulders and adjusting them slightly, moving his hands down the others body as he finagled with the vest.

“Bratty? What am I four?” Alex scoffs cockily, his attitude shifting slightly as Hank’s hands made their way to his waist, tugging and loosening the straps in an attempt to even out the compression. The positioning sending a surprising wave of perplexing emotions through Alex’s body, a rising feeling of heat washing over him as Hank’s hands sweep across his figure, ever so gently.

“You sure act like it.” Hank chuckles, his breath brushing the back of Alex’s neck, lingering in his position seemingly purposefully before giving Alex’s shoulder a pat, “all good.” He says stepping back, “that’ll make sure the beam is directed forward, just gotta aim.”

“You’re stayin’?” Alex asks baffled, turning his head towards Hank as he leans on the wall behind him, genuine concern breaking through his voice.

“Unless you’re planning on spinning around to shoot be directly I should be fine.” The brunette shrugs, sliding his notebook out of his pocket along with a pen, flicking through it as he began to scribble down notes, “you gonna shoot or what?” He looks up for a second, a smirk tugging on the side of his mouth,

“You’re extra sassy today ay McCoy?” Alex chuckles, moving his feet to ground himself firmly on the floor, taking a deep breath in as he began to focus his energy onto his powers.

“It’s 4 in the morning, I’m not caffeinated and sleep deprived.” Hank answers plainly, still jotting down notes as Alex continues, “less of a voluntary choice and more of an… automatic psychological response.” He shrugs, fiddling with his pen between his fingers, eyes fixated on Alex.

“Quit talkin’ nerdy when I’m tryna focus Specs.” Alex grumbles, taking in another shaky breath as the heat of the building blast collecting inside him, sitting at his core heavily as it grew, the warmth of his body rising as all of his energy seemed to grow stronger, weighing heavy on his frame. Almost without warning it shot out, one singular beam, all of his intensity in one blast, causing him to stumble backwards, tripping over his own feet. “HANK-! Get down!” Alex squawked in a panic as he plummeted to the floor, his head hitting the hard pavement as his frame collapsed, the beam finally stopping as a jolt of pain stung through Alex’s entire body, from his head down to his spine, causing him to let out a pained cry.

“Alex!” Hank shrieked, lunging forward to kneel by the side of the blonde, bringing a hand up to check his head as the other cupped his cheek, his touch gentle, tender as he ran his hand through Alex’s hair to check for blood. “Oh my god, are you okay?” He spluttered, his voice laced with a genuine concern.

“Yeah- shit… I just didn’t ground myself properly… not used to it being so focused.” Alex says in a strangled groan as he hoists himself up onto his elbows, Hank’s hands moving down his body, one to his shoulder, the other to his chest, as a different type of warmth seemed to rise throughout his body.

“Oh my- I should have thought of that, I’m so sorry I’ll work on something to mellow out the blasts a bit or- or absorb some of the blow-“ Hank began to ramble, his hands moving all over Alex’s body searching for any visible injuries as he did. The sensation of Hanks gently caring touches sent a shiver down Alex’s spine as an expression filled with bewilderment was plastered across his face, now completely red. “I’m so so sorry- Alex?” Hank paused, his gaze meeting Alex’s as he stared at him in a flustered shock, his lips slightly parted as a shaky breath escaped him.

His gaze flickered to Hank’s lips, then back to his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, were they always so pretty? Even with his darkened under eyes and messy hair from lack of sleep Alex couldn’t deny Hank was devilishly attractive. I mean yes he had stopped to check him out once or twice but not for this long he never-

“Alex are you okay?” Hanks voice snapped the blonde out of his flustered daze, grounding him slightly as Hanks hands rested on his body, one on his hip, the other on his thigh. “Alex what’s going on say someth-“ Hank was cut off suddenly as Alex grabbed the sides of his face and practically smashed it into his, their lips colliding chaotically as Hank sat there wide eyed, a small whimper of shock escaping his lips before Alex pulled away,

“Oh my god.” He huffed out his eyes filled with fear as Hank stared at him, expressionless, lips still parted slightly. “I’m so sorry, we should stop-“ Alex quavered, shakily beginning to move his hands off of Hanks face.

Suddenly, and without a word Hank grabbed Alex’s wrist, moving his hand back to his cheek before he pulled him back in, lowering Alex onto the ground as he positioned himself above him. Their kiss this time more tender, warm, soft even. As Alex melted into Hank’s touch his eyes fluttered shut, a small groan escaping him as the taller boy tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth teasingly.

“Don’t stop.” Hank finally spoke, rushed between kisses, his breath sharp, voice laced with desperation. “Don’t ever stop. Alex, I-… Alex, I want you.” Hank panted, his eyes filled with emotion as his hand came up to stroke the side of Alex’s cheek, “Alex, I need you.”

Alex didn’t need another word. In one moment he slung one of his arms around Hank’s neck, pulling I’m back down into a kiss as his other hand traveled down his body, taking the brunette’s tie between his fingers and tugging harshly, earning a flustered squeak from the taller man. Hank brought his hands back down to Alex’s waist as he slotted their legs between one another, lightly pressing his knee into the groin of the man below him. The teasing contact making the blonde groan in frustration as he ground down, desperate for more friction. Hank pulled away momentarily, his chest heaving, breathing jagged as he stared down at Alex, face still completely flushed as his supple lips glistened with their shared saliva. He soon moved downwards, placing scattered kisses and bites along Alex’s jaw, slowly making his way down his neck as his noises grew more desperate and whiney,

“Hank I swear to god if you don’t rip my pants off and fuck me already-“ Alex complains through strangled whimpers,

“What? Can’t handle a little teasing?” Hank chuckles, unzipping the side of the vest as Alex discards it, moving his own hands to undo Hank’s belt before being stopped by a firm hand snatching his away, “Hey, I’m not fuckin’ you unprepped. I’m an asshole not a monster.” Hank smirks, tugging down Alex’s sweats and boxers in one go, spreading his legs further apart and settling himself in between them. “Spit.” Hank says plainly, holding up his fingers to Alex’s mouth,

“What?” Alex gawks, caught off guard by the others request.

“Quit being such a brat for two seconds and spit on my fingers.” Hank huffs, looking down at the blonde with an expectant glare through messy hair and fogged glasses. Alex complies, spitting on Hank’s hand as he rubs it through his fingers, placing his other hand on Alex’s waist, adjusting his position slightly. “Ready?” Hank asks calmly, his composure still somehow intact.

“Fuck- Yes. Of course Bozo or else I wouldn’t be splayed out on this bunker floor.” Alex throws his head back with an annoyed groan, “I swear if you don’t do something I-“ Alex cuts himself off with an almost ear shatteringly pornographic moan, as Hank jams two of his fingers into him, curling them slightly to hit his prostate.

“You were saying?” Hank nods with a smirk as he started pumping his fingers in an out, moving his free hand all over Alex’s abdomen, down his collarbone, around his pecs, brushing lightly over his nipples and down to his shaft. Running his hand gently along the length before rubbing his thumb over the leaking slit. Causing a slurry of unintelligible sounds of pleasure to escape Alex’s plump lips, “so pretty like this. I could just eat. You. Up.” Hank teases, leaning down to bite Alex’s neck, earning another ear ripping noise from the blonde below him.

“Fuckfuckfuck- Hank wait I can’t I’m gonna cum-!” Alex sputters out through strangled moans, his voice high pitched and laced with pathetic desperation. “I can’t… fuck I want- need you inside me now. Now.” He groans through gritted teeth.

“As you wish.” Hank replies cockily, pulling his two fingers out before starting to undo his belt, the metal clanking against the hard concrete as his pants fall, the imprint of his hardened dick making Alex’s eyes widen, “You know what they say about guys with big feet.” He says simply, shoving down his boxers, letting his cock press against Alex’s inner thigh for a moment before asking, “you okay with this?”

“Yes.” Alex replies instantly, his voice unbelievably certain, his eyes not leaving Hank’s shaft.

“Okay…” Hank mutters, pressing his tip against Alex’s entrance, slowly pushing himself inside as he gives Alex time to adjust. Strangled whines of pain and pleasure escaping Alex’s lips as he claws at Hank’s arms, his head thrown back in ecstasy. “Fuck you’re tight.” Hank groans out lowly as he bottoms out, staying still for a second before staring at Alex in anticipation, the blonde granting him a nod before he starts moving slowly. Hank quickly builds a rhythm, beginning slow, his touches gentle as his hands rest on Alex’s hips, so tender as he thrust into the smaller blonde.

“Fuck- Hank please,” Alex whines, his breath jagged and shaky, “I’m not fucking breakable, just fuck me already. Hard and fast.” He groans, bringing his hand up to grip the brunette’s jaw aggressively,

Those words were all that Hank needed, all he needed before he started to absolutely plough into Alex like a jackhammer, one hand on his hip and the other next to his head, keeping himself balanced as he abused the blonde’s prostate. A slurry of incoherent groans escaped him as his pace quickened, leaning down to leave a gallery of bite marks and hickeys along Alex’s neck. Soon enough Alex felt his climax approaching once again, his whimpers growing more desperate as he wrapped his legs around the brunette, using the leverage to shove himself down onto his cock at full force.

“Hank- shit- I’m gonna cum, don’t stop don’t you fucking dare stop.” Alex spilled through a wobbly groan, his head thrown back in pleasure, “fuuuck..”

“Fuck- no I’m not stopping. I’m never fucking stopping.” Hank huffs lowly, his head still buried in the others neck as he continues his violation of his core, his own climax fast approaching. “Cmon’ cum for me- please, Alex please.” He huffed out, his voice heightening in pitch as he felt himself growing closer, Alex let out a violently loud scream of pleasure, tearing through his vocal cords as he came, spilling out all over onto the pairs stomachs as Hank soon followed. Spilling himself deep into Alex’s core, biting down on the other’s shoulder with a loud groan as they both came down from their highs, before pulling out and flopping onto the floor beside him.

“Oh my god.” Alex wheezes, still catching his breath,

“We’re so fucked.” Hank says, still staring at the ceiling as he attempts to even out his own breathing,

“What?” Alex asks, still half in a daze,

“Charles is so gonna know.” The brunette turns his head to the blonde with a lopsided grin,

“Shiiiiit.”

[galactickle]

Masterlist and Intro

Works (from newest to oldest):

Last Resort (Teddy Lobo x reader)

You Belong With Me (james maguire x reader)

Our Last Summer (alex summers x reader)

Literal Monster (yasper lennov x reader)

Plus One (jean-ralphio saperstein x reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

What's My Age Again? (charlie kelly x reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

I Think We're Alone Now (billy bennet x reader)

Obsessed (erica jones x reader)

A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More “Touch Me” (demetri alexopoulos x reader) Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Jealousy (james maguire x reader)

Ruins of Us (edmund pevensie x reader)

AO3: galactickle

[earth-93]

BRIGADE FILES: CYCLOPS (Part 1)

Stars & Stripes Hotline [Version 1.05]

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Main Alias/Moniker: Cyclops

Legal Name: Scott Daniel Summers

Other Aliases: Cyke, Slim, Scotty, Summers, One-Eye, Shades, Hot Shot, Risky Business, Ray Charles, Buddy_Holly

Date of Birth: August 13, 1986 (Age: 19)

Status: Alive

Species: Mutant

Sex: Male

Gender: Cisgender

Height/Weight: 5’9’’ (1.75 m) / 162 lbs (74 kg)

Hair/Eye Color: Hair/Eye Color: Brown / Brown (Glowing Red Almost Constantly)

Timeline (1986 - 1996): Scott didn't want to write up his own file. Something about a conflict of interest. So here I am. I choose to believe that means he sees me as capable as himself, since Scott otherwise takes his duties as a TB pretty seriously. There are still a ton of personal details I wasn't able to get from Scott directly, but I did get from Jean with Scott's consent, and I'd say that's about as good a verification as any.

Scott has had a rough life, but what he went through wasn't what entirely made him into who he is. When corresponding with Alex, it sounds like Scott was always a bit of a quiet kid, the kind who preferred to play around with his LEGO bucket than go outside. The family moved around a lot, which probably didn't help Scott with making friends. That's probably why he seemed to cling to Alex in these days. Even though Alex was super-young back during this time, he still vividly remembers Scott being very protective, helping Alex with his math homework and cleaning him up whenever Alex got scuffed up. Poor Scott might have been able to catch up on his social skills, were it not for everything that came next.

Timeline (1996 -1998): Now, even those among us here on Stars & Stripes, the full details of what went down at the Starcore Incident remain unclear. We have a prevailing theory, but pending the approval of an actual, real-life alien onto the Brigade (Rick himself has been vouching pretty hard for this Marvel guy, so it shouldn't be too long), all we know for certain was that Canadian billionaire Peter Corbeau wanted to get humankind into space, and someone else didn't want that. And because Chris Summers was the chosen pilot for the spacecraft and invited the rest of the family to the lunch site to watch him fly off, they all got caught in the crossfire.

First, Scott watched the spacecraft carrying his dad get shot out of the sky. Next, his mother rushed him and Alex into a convoy and rushed off the launch site as it was being bombarded from above. Scott's mom didn't get far and was swerved off the road. Pinned to the car from the wreck, she pleaded to Scott to lead Alex into the woods and keep him safe, but the brothers only made it out a little bit before Alex broke down in hysterics. As Scott tried to tend to Alex, he saw from afar two figures aiming a shot. When Scott shoved Alex out of the way, the blast that hit the ground then flung Scott into the air, striking his head against a boulder and knocking him out cold.

What happened next is much less speculative, but no less nasty. That monster Essex, he somehow found Scott and took him to his clinic in Arkansas. Over the next year, Scott was kept in the clinic's basement, sedated but conscious enough to be subjected to Essex's experiments, all to extract and toy with Scott's X-Gene. What finally pulled Scott out of it was Jean, when she became a guest of the clinic herself. The connection was hazy, but the mental impression of a red-headed girl around his age gave Scott enough focus to finally escape. His optic blasts cleared an entire concrete wall, and Scott blindly ran off into the Ozarks.

Waking up a year later, clear across the country, and suffering not only from intense migraines, but what seemed like lasers bursting out from his eyes to say that Scott was overwhelmed would be an understatement. This was how he fell prey to Jack Winters, a jewel thief who was operating in the area at the time. Winters came up with half the solution to Scott's optic blasts, and gave him a nice pair of Ray-Bans. They weren't as effective as his later custom ruby lenses, with Scott literally burning through his shades over time, but it was enough to entrust Scott to Winters, who became his lookout and accomplice in his crimes.

Scott's blasts would still sometimes get out of control, and enough random arsons made in this stealing spree caught the attention of Agent Duncan, who then reported the situation to the Professor. It all came to a head when Duncan assembled the local law enforcement to corner Winters in his latest raid. Desperate, Winters opted to hold Scott hostage, only to find his body becoming immobilized. The Professor then telepathically instructed Scott to exit the store, where the two then had a more proper introduction once the cops rushed in to detain Winters.

Timeline (1998 - 2004): With the help of Agent Duncan and Professor Xavier, Scott was sent to live with his grandparents in Alaska, where he lived a much more stable Iife for the next few years. Scott still wasn't much of a social butterfly, but his traumas didn't completely cripple him, either. During this time, Scott got super-introspective, getting into meditation and martial arts (Huge fan of Bruce Lee). He also got involved in his school's sailing and journalism clubs, which is how he met his one and only high school friend and confidante, Lee Forester. Speaking with Lee, Scott around this time didn't sound much different from how the rest of us know him for, save for being even more stiff and reserved. And, knowing what he just went through back then, I honestly don't blame him.

This was also around the time Scott first got into sleuthing. Not only having been victimized by forces he didn't understand, but also just insanely curious about his mutant nature, Scott first fell into his habit of never being able to leave things be. It's probably what ended up having him become one of Rick's earliest recruits into the Brigade. Scott never managed to uncover the full truth of what truly went down at Starcore, but he did at least track down Alex. He chose to remain with his adoptive family in Vancouver, but the two brothers remained in touch.

Speaking of keeping in touch, Scott maintained contacts with Xavier all throughout this time. The Professor hooked Scott up with his first pair of ruby shades, and frequently held check-ups on Scott's condition and his own private testing of his mutant power, and Xavier was completely open to any and all questions Scott had about mutants, of which there was apparently a lot. I can personally attest to this, the Professor is one of the few people Scott can become an absolute chatterbox about. He trusts him out of all of the original team. So when the Professor called Scott to come to New York following graduation to help him with a social study on the mutant experience, Scott left Alaska without a second thought.

The first day he stepped foot into the Mansion, Scott was met with his literal dream girl. Apparently, his face grew as red as his glasses, and then when Jean attempted to greet him telepathically he then rushed out of the room. The two tried again with the introductions eventually, but it would still take a bit more time for Scott to open up to Jean. All the other non-mind-readers of the First Class, it was a whole lot smoother. Scott got along with Hank pretty well. The two bonded not only on mutant issues (Scott with the social aspect, Hank with the genetics), but also because the two now had a sparring partner with their martial arts hobbies. There was a brief pecking order once Wren entered the picture, one that Scott didn't feel like dignifying and let Wren believe she was the leader of their little group, for the time being at least. The two even worked together when Bobby got into his legal troubles, and because of that Bobby was especially fond of the two of them.

Soon enough, Scott found himself in a friend group he could trust and depend on, and he believed in the Professor's whole dream wholeheartedly. So when the Brotherhood invaded Santo Marco and created an an international incident, it was a lot for Scott to take in. He looked for the Professor for guidance, only for Xavier to shut himself off entirely, taking the whole situation even worse. Hank told Scott and the others of the whole history between Xavier and Magneto, and the story sparked something in Scott. With a little encouragement from Jean, Scott first rallied the rest to take action, and then cajoled Xavier to let them take their training to the test. It took a lot of convincing, but eventually the group piled into the Professor's fancy private jet, ready to sneak into Santo Marco and change history.

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[practically-an-x-man]

no? well let me explain.

...

no, it's too much, let me sum up

Writing for Alex Summers

Currently in the first fic of a three-fic series (basically just post-First Class, then DOFP, then Apocalypse)

Knowing that I have to deal with That Scene in Apocalypse eventually

My brain runs on Annie Wilkes rules when I write

It doesn't have to be realistic, it just has to be fair

So the explosion is still happening, I can't just delete it from the story, but I need a way to get him out of it

First thing: establish that he can't get burned (bc he soaks in thermal energy, this is basically just something from the comics)

(Side note in the comics it's a plane explosion and he doesn't even die, still a little salty about this but whatever)

Okay that helps things, he's not immediately roasted to a crisp, probably bought him at least a little time

But he's still dealing with thousands of pounds of rubble raining down on him when the mansion collapses

Not great

Okay, so we need either a shielder or a healer in the scene then

I've already used a shielder for this scene in my Warren fic (like I said I'm still salty about his death... and Warren's too but that's another story)

Okay so a healer it is

But if I bring her in during Apocalypse it's gonna feel like a deus ex machina

Solution: this character gets introduced alllllll the way back in chapter 10 of book 1, so people won't even blink when she's brought into that scene later on

(I mean she does play other roles in the story and she's actually a pretty major character but you have to understand that the barest bones of this character were with the intent to fix that scene in Apocalypse when it came up)

hey did I ever tell you guys about how I introduced a character specifically so that they can play a role in one scene that takes place two books ahead in the fic series I'm writing?

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[petersnya]

WHAT IF alex summers from x men and mcu peter parker met???!?!?

[thepumpkinthingart]

OK

Wandavision has me fucked up for many reasons, but the main reasons being obviously Xmen in MCU. Also just- pushing aside theories and such. Vision is probably still dead sure, but let's pretend for 5 seconds that Wanda is dragging in other dimensions and so on. This results in 'Dead' Xmen no longer being dead. Jean, Raven, Sean- *cough* ALEX *cough*

I'd cry for that fanfic omg. Alex just waking up in like the bunker like 'wtf?' No memory of dying- very confused why everyone looking at him like they seen a ghost-- and Scott and Hank breaking down cause omg ALEX! I'd cry.

Alright thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.

Enjoy Alex getting cute text from his Bozo ;;

I will be definitely drawing more in the future, because Mcsummers. So feel free to join my in my rollercoster of emotions.

[swan-of-sunrise]

Guess who wrote a Part II to a one-shot I published over 2 years ago? That's right, expect some more Charles Xavier fluff tomorrow!

What The World Needs Now...

Summary: Entirely out of options and fearing for her daughter’s safety, (Y/N) decides to pay Professor Charles Xavier a visit at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. The man in charge of the school, however, was nothing like what (Y/N) had expected.

Pairing: Charles Xavier X Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I was going through one of my old flash drives when I found this one-shot I’d written years ago, way back when I had a huge thing for McAvoy’s Professor X (specifically Professor X from X-Men: Apocalypse, the flowing brown hair really got to me lol). After making a few quick edits, I decided to publish it for you all to read so I hope that you enjoy! “What The World Needs Now Is Love” by Jackie DeShannon partially inspired this one-shot, so give it a listen if you’ve never heard it before :)

What The World Needs Now… September 1979

Looking out the window of the taxi, (Y/N) quietly admired how the sunlight streamed through the endless forest of trees; although they’d been traveling from Westchester County Airport through the woods of upstate New York for nearly a half an hour, the beautiful scenery still managed to keep her distracted from any anxious thoughts.

(Y/N) turned to Molly, who was curled against her side and fast asleep, and gently brushed her hair away from her peaceful face before looking down at the letter resting on her lap. The paper, once crisp and white, was wrinkled and stained from countless readings and although she could practically recite the words from memory by now, she began to read the letter once again.

Dear Miss (Y/L/N),

To say that I was pleasantly surprised by your letter would be an understatement; in all my years of research, I have never heard of a mutation developing at such a young age. I would very much like to meet your daughter to uncover more about her mutation but unfortunately, I am unable to leave my school and students unattended for extended periods of time. Would it be possible for you and your daughter to travel here? I know how complicated everything must seem to you now but I promise you, Miss (Y/L/N), I will do everything in my power to help the both of you in this challenging time.

                                                  Regards,

                                                  Professor Charles Xavier

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[coquitokisses]

Alex Summers NSFW Headcanons

I think it’s only fair to make a nsfw version 👀

first part 👈🏼

I feel like he’s a giver

He would definitely make sure you enjoy it, that’s what matters the most to him

He wants you to be comfortable

He loves giving head!!!

Loves receiving it too, but giving? And to watch you? And hear you? He loves it

And he’s damn good at it 🫦

I mentioned this in the first part, but i feel like he’s an ass guy

Ass and thighs kinda guy 🙂‍↕️

His favorite position is definitely you on top, he just loves watching you and run his hands all over your body

He also loves missionary

He just needs to see your face

He’s noisy! (💳💥💳💥💳💥)

He groans, he moans, he’s very vocal (we love a vocal man 🛐)

Loves quickies. A n y w h e r e

Loves morning sex

I feel like he doesn’t really have any kinks, but he will try some things if you ask him (nothing too hardcore ofc)

He def talks you through it (im unwell, hold me)

Lotsss of make out sessions

He’s a tease (I mentioned this in the first part) but he is!!!

He usually wears condoms, but whenever he doesn’t, he cums on your stomach

His favorite place to fuck would either be the couch or just the bed

He can either do it fast or slow, but he’s more on the rough side

Hickeyssss. Mostly on places only you both can see them

Eye contact!!!!!

He definitely whispers sweet things in your ear while he’s pounding into you (we love a sweet and caring man <3)

Let’s be real, he has good stamina, he can go a few rounds 🙂‍↕️

Aftercare is a must

And after he’s done helping you get cleaned up (or if you guys decide to shower) y’all are definitely sleeping naked, he loves it 😇

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A/n: we’re not gonna talk about how this has been in my drafts since october 14 and I never posted it because I completely forgot about it 🤡💀

A/n #2: let me know if I should do more of these lol

Likes and reblogs will be appreciated!

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[magikdarkholme]

Permanent Price chapter 2

Alex Summers x Mutant!OC

Summary: Isabella Darkholme, sister of raven Darkholme and Charles Xavier. Also a mutant. Her mutation allows her to blend in with the light rays, turning herself and whatever she's touching invisible.

word count: 1685

warnings: none that I know of

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After Charles introduced Raven and Isabella to CIA agent Moira MacTaggert, they traveled to Virginia to visit the CIA headquarters.

Bella sat next to raven as Charles presented his lecture to the CIA. She didn't need to be a mind reader to know the CIA agents couldn't care less about what Charles was saying. As Charles finished he moved to sit down across from the sisters.

"MacTaggert, you really think that some crackpot scientist is going to make me believe in sparkly dames and vanishing men? You just bought yourself a one-way ticket back to the typing pool. This meeting is over."

"Please sit down, Agent Mactaggart. I didn't really expect you to believe me, given that all you could think about during my presentation was what sort of pie they were serving in the commissary. It's apple pecan. You see, one of the many spectacular things my mutation allows me to do is that I can read your mind." Charles said to the moody CIA men.

"I've seen this before in a magic show. Are you going to ask us to think of a number between one and 10 now?" Isabella wanted to hit that man over and over again, but she couldn't blow her cover. If it wasn't mentioned before she was sitting next to raven invisible and ready to show herself on cue if Charles's plan didn't work. As if sensing her discomfort, raven put her hand on her sister's hand to calm her down. They were both sick of humans calling mutants like themselves 'freaks' or 'clowns'.

"No, agent Stryker. Although, I could ask you about your son, William, who you were thinking about, which is very nice. But I think I'd rather ask you about the Jupiter missile America is currently placing in Turkey."

"He's a goddamn spy. You brought a goddamned spy into this facility!" The CIA agent raised his voice toward Moira. Raven squeezed her sister's hand telling her it was time to show herself. Raven stood up and her blue scales fell down her body revealing herself as the CIA man she was looking at. Then Isabella made herself visible. Gold and purple specs of light cascaded down her body, exposing her to the agents in the meeting. It was as if time had stopped in that room. All the CIA agents including Moira just stared at them dumbfounded. Isabella and Raven looked toward the rude men and just smiled.

"How's that for a magic trick?" Charles smirked.

"Best I've ever seen." A man at the back of the room said with a small genuine smile on his face. Maybe some of these men weren't so bad.

"I want them out of here. And locked down until I can figure out what to do."

"My facility is off-site. I'll take them." The same man said smiling at the two sisters.

They were on their way to the parking garage when Charles spoke to Moira in his mind. He planned to meet her up there and she was going to take them to the new lead on Sebastian Shaw.

"I've always known that there were people like you out there. I've been the laughing stock of this agency for years, but I knew it! You are going to love my facility." The man - Belle learned was named Agent Billy Koenig.

"That's going to have to wait."

"Why?"

"Agent Mactaggert has a lead on Sebastian Shaw, and if we don't move now, apparently, we're going to lose him," Charles said as Moira pulled up in an all-black slick SUV.

"What?" Agent Koenig asked confused.

"Not only can he read minds, but he can also communicate with them as well," Bella said to the man.

"Moira and I have just had a lovely conversation."

"Yes, we did."

"That is incredible! But . . . I-I cannot take you anywhere else without permission from upstairs." He stuttered sadly.

"Like to see one more magic trick?" - "Okay." - "Get in the car." - "Good idea."

Isabella chuckled. He really was a powerful mutant. Three words and he could make ANYONE do whatever he wanted. That could come in handy one day.

as long as he doesn't lose his powers. She thought with a silent chuckle.

Oh, I would never lose them, my dear Isabella. He spoke to her mind with a smirk.

Belle got in the back with raven and Agent Koenig when he suddenly asked her.

"So what can you do? Just turn invisible or can you turn people invisible too? That's awesome-" He began to ramble on. Belle smiled and answered him.

"Well as you saw, I can turn myself invisible but also other people and objects. And I can phase through objects. But that's about it." She told sweetly.

"Wow. That is just incredible. You too." He said looking toward Raven. She just smiled sadly. At least someone liked her for her real form. Don't get me wrong she loved Charles dearly but telling her she needed to hide? Made her upset. Though she knew Isabella loved her true form.

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Isabella Adored the ocean. It was probably because she and Raven's mother used to take them to the nearest beach when they were younger and they would all go swimming and have fun. That was one of the simple things she missed dearly from her childhood. Bella had tried to get Charles to go with her and raven once but he was too busy with uni stuff. Isabella also felt safe near deep dark open waters as her powers could save her or the people around her.

"I've lost Shaw," Charles spoke as he tried to read Shaw's mind from his position on the ship. "I've lo- I've lost Shaw." He repeated as he tried to find him.

"Th-There's something blocking me. This has only ever happened with Isabella, before." He informed the Agents around them. Isabella could stop Charles (or other mind readers if she came across them) from entering her mind by simply putting a forcefield around her mind, or trapping the mind reader in one would stop them from reading anyone outside of the bubble.

"I think there's someone like me on that ship."

"Like you?" Moira asked, not really understanding.

"What are you saying, there's a telepath?" Isabella asked, surprised. She knew there had to be others like Charles but it was still shocking to hear.

"Yes. This is incredible." Charles said, excitingly. "I can actually feel her inside my mind. I'm very sorry, but I don't think I'm gonna be much help to you tonight."

"Belle?" The two agents looked at her hopeful.

"I mean there's not much I can do from over here, and even if we were closer we don't know who is on that ship or what they can do," She informed them, watching the agent's faces drop.

"Looks like you guys are on your own, I'm sorry." She added, sad that she couldn't help.

"Get inside," Koenig told the three as they made their way to where Raven was.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop," Charles said as he curled over clutching his head in agony.

"Charles?" Isabella asked worryingly as she placed her hand on his arm, hoping to help him get through the pain. It surprised the two of them when it worked.

"There's someone else out there." He informed the three before they made their way back onto the deck.

"There." Charles pointed to something that was floating in the air. As Isabella looked closer, she saw that it was the anchor to Shaw's boat gliding through the air.

"Oh, my god." Bella gasped as she watched the anchor destroy the boat. Belle tried to search the water for the unknown person, but she couldn't see anyone. It wasn't until she saw a submarine coming towards them did she see a man following behind it.

"Let go! You have to let it go!" Charles called out to the man, knowing what he was trying to do by reading his mind.

"You have to help him. Someone has to get in the water to help him." Belle spoke to the agents while Charles called out the man. But before anyone could react Charles jumped off the ship to help him.

"Charles!" Isabella called out to the man as Moira held her back from going in after him.

"Charles!" She called out again as she tried to get out of Moira's grip. "Let go of me! Charles!"

It's fine, Belle. I'm fine. We're fine. She heard Charles' voice in her head which made her calm down a little.

Would you mind picking us up, Isabella?

And she did as she was told, using her forcefield shaped like a square, to safely pick up Charles and the unidentified man out of the water. Koenig and Moira stared at her in awe, watching her work.

"Incredible," Moira spoke, eyes wide.

She relaxed once Charles was back on the ship, with the unknown man. Bella was quick to pull Charles into a hug once she reached him, not caring about getting wet. Charles was happy to hug the girl back as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm happy you're okay." The girl said as she hugged Charles a little tighter before she let go of him.

"God, Charles if you ever do that again, I swear to god!" She said as she lightly hit him on his chest.

"I don't plan on it, belle." Charles couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the girl.

"But I would like to introduce you to our new friend." He added as he looked between Isabella and the man he found in the ocean.

"Isabella, this is Erik." He introduced the two.

"Well, Erik. It's nice to meet you." She smiled at the new man. Erik just looked the girl up and down without speaking and walking away.

Rude.

be nice, he's had a hard time.

With that she poked her tongue out at her brother, childishly walking away and folding her arms, making him chuckle.

authors note

guess what... BELLA'S MEETING THE LOVE OF HER LIFE NEXT CHAPTER *cheers* and yes I made that CIA agent named billy koenig :) if you caught that hi fellow AOS fan <3

[maximoffs-girl]

Hello There! Could I please get an X-Men ship? I'm biromantic and use she/her pronouns. I'm 5ft 6" with straight-ish brown hair and blue-grey eyes. I'm an introvert but I open up more with those I'm close with and have a dry sense of humor. My main hobby is reading. My guilty pleasure movie is Bill. My favourite animal is the cassowary. My current favourite song is All The Young Dudes and my go to comfort food is donuts. Thanks so much!

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