#charle x babe

[alejunsu]

Pit Babe EP3

[stinkrat-aleks]

you know, I hate to say it, but i told you so!

[sixbynine-da]

What I love about the infamous puppy debacle of 94 is the implication that within five years of immediately partnering up, living together and starting the agency Charles (bc ofc it was Charles) was like 'we should start a family'

[idliketobeatree]

i think charles wholly and sincerely believed he went to rescue edwin from hell in a platonic way. but moreover i think he's vaguely aware that if he doesn't babble "btw i'm devoted to you body and soul" weekly he will fucking combust, so i also bet he's been waiting to sprout stuff like that orpheus and eurydice line since he caught sight of edwin curled up in a ball in the dollhouse. his mind may be repressed, but his mouth wouldn't allow him to leave the worst place on the astral plane without saying romantic shit as a counterattack. it wouldn't dare. i say, king of running up that hill and rolling down into the rom-com mystery inc abyss

[reyenii]

charles: my smile is pretty convincing

[gizmotingz]

good luck babe!

[the-record]

ALL MY LOVE

SUMMARY: a ghost from your past finds herself back home

PAIRING: nell jackson x reader

WARNINGS: some show spoilers!!!

A/N: if you haven’t watched renegade nell, please go watch it now its literally fantastic and i havent stopped thinking about it since

‘THERE AINT A DROP OF BAD BLOOD ITS ALL MY LOVE’

word tends to spread fast in tottenham.

“sam trotter’s girl? back from the dead?” the ladies gossip wasn’t exactly quiet, though they tried. “how’s that bloody possible?”

you couldn’t help but listen in, not your fault they couldn’t whisper. “sorry,” you interrupted, “did you say sam trotter’s girl?” 

they nodded. “back from the dead she is.” you tuned them out as their words clicked. 

half a gasp before you ran off, leaving the ladies in shock. you shoved past people, yelling out ‘sorry’s as you went. it had been quite some time since you went to the tavern, not since nelly left you all, but you knew the path like the back of your hand.

the door slammed as you looked around, finding only george amongst the customers. a silent question in your eyes as you stared. 

"she's in the back with pa."

you nodded and ran off, george smiling as you whipped past her. 

time stopped when you saw her, you thought your heart might just burst. 

"nell?" voice just above a whisper but she heard you. you threw yourself at her when she smiled. her breath caught as she caught you, winding her arms around your waist and pulling tight. you pulled back and slapped her arm. "you're s'posed to be dead."

she faked a hurt gasp but pulled you back in. “can’t believe youre still ‘ere. thought you might’ve married some rich fella and ran off.” she teased. your eyes found her lip, split and dry. you followed it down, taking in her clothes.

“and what are these?” you gestured to her pants. “not very ladylike.” 

nell huffed a laugh, “d’you think?” her hands ran up and down your arms. “i’ve missed ya.”

she hissed as you dabbed at her lip with a damp towel, but you just smiled and hushed her. “you always were a baby.” nell rolled her eyes but sat still again. “so what have you been doin’ all these years, hm?” 

“beating up highwaymen.” she laughed but your face was serious. “busy playing wife and nurse for captain jackson,” she played with the ring on her left hand.

“can’t believe you married before me.” you forced a small smile. “sorry by the way, ‘bout him.” 

nell shook her head. “don’t be.” she took your wrist in her hand, stopping your gentle ministrations. “thought about you everyday.” you shook your head and sighed, looking away, but nell insisted. “i did, truly.”

her eyes searched your face and stopped on your lips. “nell…” when you turned back she was already staring. “we can’t.” you whispered. her sisters were right next door for god’s sake.

“oh c’mon, for old times sake. for me.” she stared deeply. “hm?” 

god, she could be so convincing.

“just like that, huh?” you yelled as you stomped up to nell. roxy and sam backed up, giving the two of you space. “no goodbye again?” she stared at her boots and shook her head “and what’s this i hear about you roughing up thomas blancheford? you can’t afford to do that.”

you stood in-front of her with your arms crossed across your chest. “i’m just fine.” she continued fixing the saddle on her horse. “and i did say goodbye last time.”

“yes, a goodbye see you tomorrow if i remember right.” you huffed a laugh. “was gonna say i can’t believe this, but i guess i can huh?” you stepped close, toe to toe. “just like you to up and leave. never cared much for anyone else’s feelings, did ya?”

you knew it hurt her, but she hurt you first. when she laughed you wanted to slap her, teach her right then. “are you kidding me nell? you serious?”

“didn’t even give me the chance to ask you to come with.” 

‘YOU GOT ALL MY LOVE, I’M STILL OUT HERE’

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[icarusredwings]

Anyway Eriks on the edge of the bed with a pillow on his lap, abouta fall off because Charles (whos LITERALLY Asexual) insisted that they come home from a party and "play a game upstairs" and now here charles is, in his massive bed, his big beautiful fuck me eyes, on his stoamach with a chess set on it at 2:30 in the morning.

Erik rn because- reminder- Raven is literally in the next fucking room and Charles WONT stop giggling.

Im probably not gonna finish this

[69-toojay]

government: fight your maniac ex. dumbledore *filing his nails, looking at a gay mirror*: um no this gay pendant doohickey says I can't sorry. meanwhile charles xavier who hasnt shaved or taken a single shower since the divorce screaming at the top of his lungs in a metal wheelchair: ERIIIIIIK STOooOOP

[butwhyduh]

X men be like:

Charles: Erik is such a hot head 😮 why is he like this??

Erik: no. 😐

Charles: see what I mean, no control!

Erik: 😐

[racewinnerlandonorris]

the evolution

[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU), Despair of the Endless, Simon (Dead Boy Detectives), Crystal Palace (DCU), Niko Sasaki, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Everyone Is Alive, Alternate Universe - Lawyers, Aged-Up Character(s), Charles Rowland Has ADHD (DCU), Autistic Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Mutual Pining, Play Fighting, The rituals are intricate okay, First Kiss, Friendship/Love, Love Confessions, truly miraculous levels of communication for payneland, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Time, WE’RE SPEEDRUNNING IT FOLKS, Frottage, Nipple Play, Praise Kink, Charles Rowland’s Government-Mandated Praise Kink, (as coined by junosbraindump!), Charles Rowland Has a Praise Kink (DCU), oh lmao that's a tag now!, High School Reunion, all my homies hate simon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Semi-Public Sex, alack and woe for propriety no more :), Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, i know what this looks like but this fic is just an excuse to write friend hangouts tbh Summary:

To illustrate his point, he gave Charles’ necklace a sharp tug. Charles did not answer the question, because Charles’ eyes were slipping shut and his lips were parting around a pretty gasp, the necklace slackening under Edwin’s finger as Charles followed the motion down – “Charles…” Edwin whispered, and it was not quite a question and not quite a warning. If he were to be brutally honest with himself – something he rarely allowed – it was simply to feel the shape of it in his mouth. “Tell me to stop,” Charles said at last, breaking the charged silence between them. His voice was hoarse. Edwin swallowed with difficulty. Charles’ eyes dipped down, and his ridiculously long lashes accenting the motion, until there could be no doubt that he was staring at Edwin’s mouth. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Or: In another universe, the doorbell doesn’t ring.

[captainswanandclintasha]

I felt it in my bones when Magneto said "shut up". About time some shuts Charles' mouth

[eccentricallygothic]

★ rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew)

I am going to show two because I got tagged twice, once by the loveliest @navybrat817 and then my sweetest baby @chxrryhansen I LOVED both of your lines omg <3

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The Master brandished a teal glass vial from the pockets of his pants before a pinch of his fingers pulled the cork out with a soft plop, the sound causing the bride of the Anti-Christ to slightly jump from where she kneeled in complete submission. The ritual bowl that had been placed on the ground aligned with the headside of the seedbed hissed with a glow when the stopper was discarded in it. Syd had to sniff again as he brought his index finger to his lips and accepted it in the humid cavern, swirling his hot tongue along the digit to dampen it before sheathing it through the neck of the cylindrical bottle to gather the miracle dust it contained.

"Mouse, remind me what that rule about not speaking out of our turn is about?"

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No pressure tags <3: @katherineswritingsblog @brandycranby @vanwritesfan-fiction @jamneuromain @deceitfuldevout @lilacevans

(I know I haven't properly interacted with some of you but I am socially awkward sorry, still wanted to tag y'all though <3)

[princessleiadelrey]

My last post getting notes has made me bold.

Let’s talk about Good Luck, Babe! from a Cherik perspective

(this is kind of a joke. Kind of)

Disclaimer: this is movie-verse Cherik

Aside from the fact that I very much think First Class! Charles pre-beach divorce (think just became a professor party boy) could be girlie pop enough to enjoy Chappell…

Here’s the highlight breakdown:

“It's fine, it's cool, You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth. And guess I'm the fool”

very Days of Future Past, thinking about how Charles very much feels abandoned. Perspective wise, it’s giving Charles directing the lyrics at Erik.

“I don't wanna call it off, But you don't wanna call it love”

Again: very post-beach divorce sentiment. Charles did not want to lose Erik, even though he was hurt by him so deeply (betrayal, leaving, bullet mishap) it’s obvious that he still cares. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t have been willing to work with him again at all (even if he was hesitant). Charles’ anger doesn’t completely overshadow the complex feelings.

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling”

So we know Erik has many partners (and several children with said partners), however he’s always pulled back to Charles somehow. The universe pulls them back together time and time again.

“You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling”

The only way to truly separate them, whether they’re clashing with each other or partnering together against a greater evil, would be if one or both of them died. (I.e. Erik changing his stance and helping them defeat en sabah nur in Apocalypse, Charles and Erik playing chess at the end of Dark Phoenix).

“When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife”

Food for thought, despite how bad Apocalypse was: Erik trying it “Charles’ way” living a simple life with a wife and daughter, embracing the good in himself… I definitely think that Charles’ words really sat with him during that period, as he tried to lock away that more turbulent and violent chapter of his life.

“And when you think about me, all of those years ago, You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

I think in many situations, there have been “I told you so” moments for both of them. Like the Paris scene in DoFP, like Erik changing teams in Apocalypse… I’m not saying Charles is always right but he’s usually onto something. I also think you apply this to the last line too- seeing the good in him. He is capable of being good.

Obviously, this is joking but for the most part I think this song can fit their dynamic, especially looking through a Charles-centric lens, thinking about the pain he felt when Erik left. This also leans into some of the heavy Cherik tropes / fanon we see in fanfiction, I.e. the longing, lack of commitment, etc.

Someone argue with me about this, I dare you. Let’s start a Chappell Cherik discourse