#charles was kidnapped

[kryptonbabe]

At this point (143 issues of his X-books) I completely trust Chris Claremont to give me the kind of comic book writing I enjoy, this purple prose, this melodrama, this emotionally instigating plots, it's like watching the best of our Brazilian soap operas, like Greek theater, Oedipus on the floor piercing his own eyes, this is the end of Planet of the Apes, this is Shonda Rhimes at her peak, shit is intense and so satisfying to read I wanna scream

[wishchip106]

Logan but erik is also there

i need more fics that have this concept, i’ve read nearly all the ones i’ve found with this but i’m greedy so i require more

caliban just having to deal with three old ass mutants

since erik’s in his nineties i’m giving him a walker

and you know what HEARING LOSS

“Erik can you pass the salt?”

“WHAT??”

“the salt, Erik”

“WHAT??????”

he refuses to using hearing aids for some reason

him and charles sleep together but sometimes charles forgets who he is and freaks out about the stranger in his bed

erik has a spare bed in the ‘house’ when that happens

once laura comes along and they escape in the limo charles keeps going like “this reminds me of October 1962” the fact he even remembers that is crazy

when they’re in the hotel, laura shows erik her xmen comics while they watch movies until of course when the humans break in and charles has a seizure 🙁

i feel like erik would be the kind of old guy to go “back in my day!”

grandpa magneto naps

when they meet that family charles references erik as his husband

i cant tell whether i want this to be a fix-it or not

fuck it lets go down the angst path

x-24 still manages to kill charles and temporarily kidnap laura, magneto got his ass beat ☹️

beach divorce reference, erik cradling charles in his arms

they bury charles

erik refuses to leave the grave so logan and laura keep going

and that would be probably the last we see of erik

i’m gonna say he does die, maybe of old age he deserves a natural death like that

lets say someone sees an unconscious old man near a fresh grave and takes him to that hospital laura took logan where erik maybe passes in his sleep

boom kinda sad ending

and of course Logan ending for logan and laura

just imagine erik is also there or something ^^

[xxplastic-cubexx]

they always just carryin him around like a bag of apples

(X-Men #19)

[thunderpoolisawesome]

I’m in love. I’m in love guys.

WHY DID THEY FUCKING DO THAT. ERIK NOOOOO

[zeb-z]

I will say it is really funny in RoP that Elrond swears an oath and then is immediately put in insane circumstances to put it to the test. like that’s some Feanorian bullshit if I’ve ever seen it

[adventuringblind]

Daddy Issues Finale

Max Verstappen x reader

Genre: Angst and hurt/comfort

Request: no but they are open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, and possibly Danny Ric if y’all have any ideas

Summary: Finally needing both fathers to leave you and Max alone, you start making steps towards going no contact to protect yourselves. Suddenly, the reader finds herself in an unlikely situation and once again finds herself dealing with their fathers.

Warnings: Read the title… it literally says daddy issues. Most forms of abuse are mentioned in this fic, so please proceed with caution. Sort of kidnapping. Reader is drugged. Also, this isn’t proofread because proofreading is hard, and I am lazy.

Notes: we’re back in third person! Also, the reader gets so fed up and becomes a slight menace. I totally was not expecting it to get this dark but here ya go!

Masterlist // Part one // Part two

Max was well aware he needed to do something about this situation. He just didn't know what yet.

It had been a few days since he found her on the floor. Eye's puffy and cheeks tear stained. He felt every bit of restraint he had snapped in him. He knew that logical thing to do was try to go no contact woth both fathers. But that didn't stop him from wanting to punch both for what they did to her.

He'd convinced her to get away for a while. So you headed out with Kika for some 'girl time' as she called it.

Max, on the other hand, was sat on the couch with Pierre, Lando, and Charles. Trying his best to give an explanation of what happened without getting to detailed.

They were nosey, though. So Max was bound to spill eventually.

"He hit her- twice."

The three other men stared at him in shock. Their mouths agape at what he'd just confessed.

"That explains her behavior when I picked her up from the airport." Lando sighed.

"What are you going to do about it, Mate?" Piqued Charles. His hand rubbing against his head to try and process what he'd just heard.

"I don't know yet if I'm being honest."

They all were aware of the bags under Max’s eyes. How his voice sounded so broken. He’d seemed so happy just last week. Thinking his father was finally going to let him breathe. Jos technically did, but he turned that frustration to you instead.

Yesterday Max was given her phone. She had set it in his lap and said everything he’d need to know was in your texts. One rule neither had ever broken was going through each others phones without permission. Both sides had parents that loved to invade privacy. So the two had come to the conclusion that they would communicate what they felt needed to be at that moment.

Y/N had struggled to talk about what happened the last few months. So she just gave Max her phone and let him read what had been texted to her. It was a little easier this way. He could get find what he’d needed to know and maybe get some questions answered and she didn’t have to struggle to get the words out.

“The things they’ve said to both of us are awful, but this a new extent of that.” His voice wavered. His friends doing their best to comfort him. They all knew it was bad. It was obvious after he started joking about it like it was normal. “We both have their numbers blocked. So hopefully that will keep them away for now.”

“Well your dad showed up at your door. Do you think he might do it again?” Pierre’s voice, albeit gentle, had an urgency about it.

Max groaned and flopped backwards further into the couch. The thought hitting him like a train. His dad could show up unannounced, again. “We’ll have to move.”

“There’s an open apartment in my building.” Lando quickly suggested. “We could have sleepovers!”

~

It didn’t take long for the two to get the apartment. Even less time for getting everything moved in. It wasn’t too far away from where they had been living, and everyone wanted to help get them out of there as quick as possible.

Everyone had agreed not give any ideas that they had moved. Privacy becoming important for the two lovers. Both stopped their online presence aside from Max’s professional one. He doesn’t even run that account, his PR manager does. He’d had a conversation with her talking about how he’d been having some safety issues.

The two were relieved when they made it to the next race with no parents in sight. Y/N however, was still on edge about sitting in the Redbull garage. Max was understanding about it and said he could see if Christian would let her sit by him to watch or maybe in the Alpine garage with Kika.

She went for the second option. Waiting until the very last second to give Max a kiss before the race. Then she made her way through the paddock to locate Kika.

She was so close to the safety of the Alpine garage. Close to being able to enjoy the race and watch Max do what he loves. Until a familiar face had her doubling back to the safety of Redbull. Or maybe nowhere was safe.

People were closing in on her. Her breath becoming increasingly restricted in her lungs. She needed to get back within eye shot of Christian. He knew some of what happened. Enough to know that if he saw Jos around the Redbull garage, to have him escorted away. He’d probably be busy though, and she didn’t want to distract anyone.

She did feel a little better after seeing Max in first on the screen. Her eyes leaving the path in front of her for a measly ten seconds. Only to find herself falling to the ground.

She gathered her bearings and made a move to get back on her feet. Until she felt a hand in her shoulder.

“It’s been awhile,” Came the voice of Jos Verstappen.

~

Max had an amazing race. He was excited to win, but he was also excited to find his lover. He didn’t see her during the podium celebration. Most likely due to the crowds. He’d try to locate her in the Alpine garage when he was don’t.

As he was walking around doing his media duties, he locked eyes with Pierre. Pierre who was holding hands with Kika. Kika who was supposed to be with you.

Max excused himself from the reporter and jogged up to his friend. “Kika, do you know where Y/N is?”

“No, sorry, I haven’t seen her all day. I thought she was with you since she hasn’t answered my texts.” She explained.

All three passed looks of confusion before they all became determined to find you.

Max was texting and calling you repeatedly. Praying that neither of your fathers had actually shown up. He finally ran into Christian who was trying to congratulate him on another win. Max, however, only hear the sound of you crying from his memories. Concern flooded through Christian as he watched Max delve further into the panic.

“Max? Are you alright? Can you tell me what’s going on?” He voice calm but urgent enough to get Max to come back to his senses. Now clinging to the sound. Using it to ground himself.

“She’s missing.” He breathed

“Who? Y/N.”

Max frantically began nodding his head. The desperation to find her clearly evident.

“I’ll ask around the garage if anyone has seen her. Why don’t you check your driver room and take a minute to breath.”

He didn’t want to take time to himself. He should be looking for his love. Christian made a point though, he wouldn’t be able to think rationally if he didn’t calm down.

Now he sits alone. Letting the tears escape. Still attempting to call her only to be greeted by the cheery voicemail recording.

When he’d calmed himself down and it didn’t feel like his head was spinning, he began his search one more. Retracing the possible path you might have taken to the Alpine garage.

It seemed everyone was searching high and low for her now.

There were only so many places you could be.

Max was startled by the sudden sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. Disregarding the caller ID, he simply answered “hello” without any hesitation.

“Is this Mr. Verstappen?” Asked an unfamiliar feminine voice.

“Yes, who am I speaking with?”

“This is a nurse from the general hospital.”

Everything after that was a blur. He hardly focused on the details. Only running back to his drivers room to find his rental car keys and his wallet.

He ran into Lando on the way. Making his best attempt at explaining while rushing around to grab his things. He hadn’t even bothered changing back into regular clothes yet.

“How about I drive and you change in the backseat.” Lando shot Max a wink and despite everything going on, Max managed a smile. At least he knows where she is now.

~

Everything happened in a whirlwind. One minute she was on her way to see Kika and the next she was gripped by the arm and told not to make a scene.

Her survival instincts kicked in. Knowing she should listen to the man who is determined to make her and Max’s lives miserable. He really needs a new hobby.

She wanted to scream as they passed by Redbull again, but something in her stopped her lungs from doing so. ‘Why is defending someone you love easier than defending yourself?’ She thinks to herself as the two exit the paddock entirely.

It doesn't take long until Jos is shoving her into the back seat. She complies, knowing he's unpredictable.

When she finally is in the car, she notices the figure on the drivers side starting the car.

Her father had come along too.

"Isn't this considered kidnapping?" She asks sarcastically. The car pulling put and starting the journey to an unknow destination.

Neither of them speak. It's unsettling and eerie.

She wanted Max. She needed Max. She knew if she wasn't back before race end that he would be frantic.

They'd tried so hard to be safe and private at the same time. Maybe they should have just made a public statement. Now, everyone was going to find out in the most dramatic way possible.

"Are you going to murder me?"

"No, now shut up, or I will." Spits Jos.

"I would if just told me where we're going." She shrugs. Knowing she's making them aggravated.

If Jos hadn't taken her phone, this would be a very different situation. She curses whoever made women's pockets so small.

"Fine, if you need to know so bad, im taking you home. Far away from Max. Back where you belong." Her Father shouts. Knuckles are turning white from gripping the steering while so hard. "You two are bad influences on each other. You tell each other lies about your families! I've done some research, and I think maybe you're hallucinating. I'm taking you home where you can get help." He explains.

This time, she didn't say anything. The tears weren't stopping. You knew your father had said things like this before about your mom. Going as far as to try and get her diagnosed with any kind of mental disorder that fit.

It never worked because she never had symptoms of anything he was suggesting. How was he expecting to make it work this time?

The answer came sooner than expected. A moment she slipped into the back of her head to escape left her open and vulnerable.

A needle was jammed into her leg by Jos. A cold feeling spreading through her body. She had no idea what it was. Only that it wasn't good and she needed to get out of this car.

The adrenaline from her flight instincts kicked in, and her breathing picked up. They were on a slower street. One lined with small shops and pedestrians. If she was going to jump, now was her chance.

Without thinking, she opens the door and launches herself towards the sidewalk. The people around either running away or running to help her.

She vaguely remembers someone asking what happened and if they should call somone.

"Max" was the only thing she could get out before tumbling into the darkness.

~

Max rushs inside the emergency room. Lando dropped him right outside the door before trying to hunt down a parking spot.

"How can I help you?" Asks the nurse. A little startled by his sudden appearance.

'I'm looking for someone."

It didn't take long before he was being led back to where they had been keeping her.

Relief flooding through his veins when he layed eyes on her. Trying and struggling to sip water through a straw.

Her eyes went wide when she saw him. Flinging the blanket off and swinging her legs over the side like she would just walk to him.

He rushed over to her and gently laid her back down. Her pupils are blown, and her body is swaying side to side. Confusion takes hold of Max. "What happened to her?" He asks the nurse.

"She has a minor fracture in her wrist and a gash on her knee from the impact of the sidewalk. We're still running tests to see the specific drugs in her system, but we do know for sure she was drugged." The nurse explains.

Max feels his stomach lurch. "I don't understand. What happened to her?"

"My apologies, I thought the authorities had spoken to you already. I'll send them in to explain."

Max's head is reeling. The love of his life was drugged, and who knows what else. It doesn't matter what any reporter says. He's getting extra security.

Tears slip from his eyes as he holds you. "I'm sorry, love."

"Why are you sorry, Maxy? You're here." She slurs. A smile graced her lips despite the situation.

The sound of heavy boots makes Max look up. The girl on the bed is now entertaining himself with his fingers.

"Are you family?" The officer asks.

"Yeah."

"We should step outside."

Max got up from his place beside her on the bed. She looked at him, tears welling in her eyes. Struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"I'll be right back." He soothed her. Placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Max followed the officer outside and closed the door behind him.

"We have reason to believe she was kidnapped. Witnesses told us she jumped out of a moving car and then almost immediately passed out."

Max's mind went in so many directions at once. How could this have happened? How did nobody notice?

The officer opened a manilla envelope and slid out two pictures. "These are the suspects who we caught trying to get her back in the cat. Do you recognize them?"

Max's hand flew to his face. He couldn't get words out. He was about to sink to his knees before Lando came around the corner. Seeing him about to buckle and reflexivley running up to him. Lando pratically catchs the Dutchman and helps him get steady on his feet again.

Lando tries to get his bearings. He was about to ask Max what happened when he notices the officer and, more importantly, the pictures.

"Isn't that your dad, Max?" Max just shakes his head yes. Releived Lando is there to say what he's trying to.

Lando leans in closer, the officer surprised at the action and almost pulling away. He stops, however, at Lando's next words. "And isn't that Y/N's father?"

~

It didn't take them long to have the young woman discharged from the hospital. Lando driving the two home and helping check the apartment for any potential threats.

The two males could tell she was feeling awful. The doctors flushed her system with water and put a cast on the fracture. The two were exhausted.

Lando said his goodbyes and told Max to call if they needed anything. including someone to stand guard.

Max had texted everyone on the ride home that she was back safe.

A new question on his mind: What happens now? Both your fathers had been taken into custody. Mainly on the charge of kidnapping. But the officer said they could testify and get them put away for longer.

Could the two of you manage that? The side of him that wanted to make his father happy said he should go bail him out. On the other hand, the two would finally he safe. No more anxieties about awful parental figures doing unwarranted things.

Both could start to finally get the healing they deserve.

~

It took some time, but both came to the conclusion to prosecute. The day of the trail came far to quickly for you to prepare.

There was supposed to be a race this weekend, but it had been postponed until later in the evening due to many of the racers wanting to testify.

When both were found guilty, the couple started crying. The thought of being free from the awful cloud looming over them finally set in.

Nether of them could believe is was this good.

When Max won the race later, it was the most emotional either had ever been. Max let himself be proud of his achievements.

Months later, the two had begun to heal. A slow process. Both are patient and understanding with each other. Trying to communicate as much as possible. Finding outside help to help guide them.

Security at the paddock had gotten better. She never felt vulnerable. Mainly because someone was always with her, and Christian let her sit next to him during races. He'd joked, saying that you already look like you belong there, so he might as well just give you a job.

And as the two lovers lie in bed together, they reminisce. How their daddy issues brought them together.

[snowflakeanimelover]

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Relationship: Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings/notes: Tommy being reflective, nightmares, cussing, kidnapping, threats, enemies to lovers?, hurt/no comfort, badass reader, reader needs a hug, so does Tommy, SPOILERS, reader is written as American(with no Irish slang or speech mannerisms) but it's not detailed in the story.

Chapter Summary: Thomas has a short of a difficult time getting accustomed to his kidnapping situation He becomes reflective on his life, and shortly frustrated with the absence of his best friends: Cigarettes and Whiskey. What’s more, he’s determined to somehow escape, by breaking down Y/N’s wall to the best of his ability.

NOTES: Reblogs and feedback is very much appreciated. It also gives me motivation to continue :)

Adroitness: Cleverness or skill.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

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All This Time Ch.2

The night has never been so cold. Besides the fact that he knows his wife won't ever be by his side again, keeping him warm and content, Thomas has never felt so….pathetic and powerless. What was the change? Why has he given up so easily?

He has to remind himself he didn’t give up, per se. He’s doing this for his son. He’s doing this so his son doesn’t become an orphan, so he can go back home and see all that he has left of Grace again.

He has never wanted to go home so badly in his life.

The woman, Y/N she said her name was, who kidnapped him was hardly trustworthy. Of course, he couldn’t trust someone he just met and who kidnapped him. It was absurd, especially for Thomas Shelby. He’s smart, observant. He could figure out who she is, why she is doing this, and who hired her. There could be many reasons why she is. It was unusual to see a woman do something like this, known to be a man’s job.

Maybe she’s the right hand to the guy who hired her? It’s also possible she really is just a cruel woman who does this as a hobby of some kind, for a living.

Or….she’s being blackmailed.

It was an interesting thought, however he couldn’t see that being the case for her. She was too calm, too relaxed in doing this. She looks practiced, smart, and relatively capable.

So, what’s her story?

”Are you going to stare at me all night or do you just sleep with your eyes open?” Y/N speaks up, still in her same spot as when he first woke up from being knocked out. Thomas didn’t know what time it was, but the moon was high and bright in the sky. It’s surely past midnight, yet she’s still awake and alert. She’s definitely smart.

Thomas grunts as he shifts onto his back, gazing at the bright stars in the sky. The fire hasn’t gone down a bit, possibly due to the woman keeping up on it. Its warmth was welcoming, though, on a cold night. “Can’t sleep,” he says as he takes a deep breath to relax more. His nerves are on edge, although when are they not?

The air is silent once more, his ears focused on the crackling of the fire beside him, the hoots of the owls in the trees, and the horses shuffling in their spot. “Got any whiskey?” Thomas eventually breaks the silence, licking his lips as he begins to feel parched. He hasn’t drank anything since he woke up, and that loaf of bread didn't help.

Y/N takes a moment to grab something by her side, before tossing it to him. It lands on his blanket with a thud, and he jumps a little at the unexpected action. He sits up, lifting the canteen she tossed to him after twisting the lid off, and takes a rather long gulp.

He takes a breath once he has gotten his fill, setting it back down. He felt better after that. “That’s not whiskey,” Thomas tells her, tossing the canteen back.

“I don’t drink,” she replies just as easily, unphased by his complaint.

Thomas lightly shrugs as he lays back down on his back. “Fair enough.”

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Sleep never came, unfortunately for him. No words were exchanged for the rest of the night, and he tried to shut his eyes as tightly as he could, to rid of prickles in the back of his neck. He isn’t comfortable, relaxed, nor capable of sleeping around a stranger. It’s clear she isn’t going to harm him, unless he does something rash. Understandably so, on her part. However, it only makes him more inferior and determined to get back home.

He’ll need a plan.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when a foot was shoved into his shoulder, jostling him to attention. “Get up.” It was a simple order, and he didn’t waste time doing as she asked. not because he was obedient, but because he’d rather be up and moving then lay in one spot awake the whole time. He was itching to do something since he couldn’t sleep, but didn’t want to risk getting shot by suddenly getting up.

After changing into some clothes she tossed to him, and tying his wrists with rope, they are both on a horse and riding off to the sunrise. His horse was tied to hers, so he couldn’t just run off, and she tied his bound wrists to the horn of his saddle.

”Is this necessary?” He asks, tone laced with annoyance and discomfort. The rope dug into his skin, and he didn’t like the thought of feeling that for the whole ride. Which it seems they’ll be riding for a while.

The woman glances over her shoulder back at him, looking down at his hands as he wiggles them, a sign of what he was complaining about. She grins in amusement before turning back to face forward. “Precautions, Mr. Shelby. I’m sure you’re well aware of that in your line of work.”

She wasn’t wrong, to say the least. And now that he could actually think properly, it seems this woman has been spying on him to know so much. About his son, his work, although his status isn’t really a secret. “How long have you been spying on me?” he asks calmly, curious to an extent.

Y/N tilts her head back a little in thought, her body moving along with the horses’ movements. “Three months.”

Three months? Thomas was impressed. And he didn’t notice? He would be used to suspicious activity around him by now, and yet he doesn't remember seeing her anywhere around. “Impressive,” he compliments finally. “You’re quite skilled if I never noticed you before, eh?” He wants to know—needs to know what she does for a living.

“Nobody suspects a woman, Mr. Shelby,” she sighs, sounding a bit tired of his poking.

She wasn’t wrong about that, either. Thomas should’ve known by now that women can be just as dark as men like him, especially since he hadn’t realized Grace was a spy until she told him herself.

It feels as if he’s been losing his adroitness.

The sudden urge to smoke came strong, and he had almost forgotten it's been almost two full days without his main substance to try to relax. He was just about to dig in his blazer for his usual pack of ciggies, but was stopped by the bindings of his wrists, attached to the horn of the saddle. This was quite frustrating.

“Can a man smoke?” He breaks the silence once more, glancing at the woman after observing their surroundings.

“Don’t have any.”

”A woman who doesn't smoke or drink,” he comments, intrigued even further by his kidnapper. “Christian?”

She chuckles, “Far from it.”

Silence once more. This woman was hard to break, albeit it’s only the second day of travel. Nothing around them looked familiar in any way. They were traveling on the edge of a forest. The left full of scattered trees, and the right covered in flat dry land. He had no idea where they were, or where they were going. And he has a feeling she won‘t bother to tell him, no matter how many times he asks.

Thomas figured he’ll have to wait a little bit longer to put a crack into her wall.

[gerec]

Are there any fanfics where Erik is a yandere and kidnaps Charles?

Hello friend! I'm so very sorry for the late reply but here are some of my favorite 'Erik kidnaps Charles' fics! FYI I didn't include ones where they're not in a relationship or are meeting for the first time. Hope you enjoy!

Got You Locked Down Like Police by brawlingdiscontent

Mob AU. Logan’s straightforward ‘retrieval’ job gets complicated. The only Apocalypse spoilers are sweater-related.

Come By by SlightWeasel

Charles is a were-corgi. Six months after Cuba, Erik dognaps him.

Something Elemental by firstlightofeos

Of all the things Charles had thought Erik might find arousing, the way he smelled wasn't one of them. It's...often inconvenient (and always groovy).

Or: Five times Charles smells amazing, and one time he doesn't (but Erik thinks he does anyway).

Marks by SlightWeasel

Charles brings his grading along when Erik kidnaps him. Erik finds this vexing.

Unannounced, Uninvited by clarasteam

Charles is seriously annoyed when he looks up from his work to find Magneto floating outside his window, uninvited, at ten o'clock at night.

Come Home by hell_to_breakfast

AU where Erik made a promise on the beach:

"I'm coming back for you. I'm not giving up until you are by my side. I'm coming back and you will come with me. Whether you like it or not."

It is five months after the beach and Erik is tired of waiting. He doesn't go himself at first, but when the news comes back around that Charles (his Charles) is . . . crippled (by Erik no less), things get a little . . . out of hand.

I Did Not Just See You Kissing Magneto by swoopswoop

Alex spots Charles and Erik sharing a kiss while a building is collapsed around them before the latter runs off with the Professor.

Or Erik gets bored and so kidnaps Charles.

[phantoms-lair]

In the time briefly before his death Edwin met a supernatural entity. It terrified him before dragging him to Hell on a technicality.

In the time briefly before Charles' death he met a supernatural entity. And Edwin, being on the other side of things, made an effort to bring as much comfort and as little fear to the process as possible.

[kindercelery]

His ass is NOT taking Ragnar going back to Scandinavia well

[deadboydetectives-anonmeme]

Charles/Edwin — Kidnapping

A group seeking revenge on Edwin show up to kidnap him. Not if Charles has anything to say about it though. During the scuffle, Charles is injured. Seeing how much this distresses Edwin, they decide that Charles would make a much better target. It would hurt Edwin much more than anything else they could do to him. So they take Charles instead.

Fill: None

[wishchip106]

“Me and scott are going to visit an old friend 😁😏”

i love the way he said that

you can say husband charles we already know

i want to know how many times a month charles just went to go visit erik

he’s making up for the ten years from dofp

“Charles Xavier, have you come to rescue me?”

“Sorry Erik, not today”

i bet bro had a rescue plan just in case

i wonder if the other guards just think this man constantly visit magneto is his husband

(he is)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i think when cherik fuck charles just has to control himself so much that he reaches the point where he gets almost no pleasure because of the efforts and erik just doesn't see that for a long time bc charles is very good at simulating whatever it is so they fuck and erik is happy and cherles is close to tears every time because yeah he had sex but he spent all time of it struggling to remain control of his abilities and he didn't have orgasm and he just doesn't know what to do because he's afraid to tell erik and he's afraid to stop doing that because he thinks he'd project his thoughts and feeling all over the mansion and he's afraid to go on the way he does because it's exhausting and kinda awful

sorry im in the mood for angsty thoughts about charles's telepathy sorry

you jsut gon say this in fronta my salad. ..,

[thedawningofthehour]

I had a dream where Bella was babysitting the Mutant Mayhem turtles (I haven't even seen MM but okay) and took them to like a bath house? And Raph was being a little shit to her and she wasn't having it, I remember that. And then she lost one of them on an elevator and had to run up and down the stairs trying to figure out where they got off.

And honestly that part is correct if this was a sitcom there would absolutely be an episode where Bella lost one or all of the kids and had to scramble to find them before their dads came back.

[allonsygent]

i hate you fag youre so annoying

[harper-dearest]

white man jumpscare