#daily flirting with Xavier

[letsgauxplay]

mehehe.

[extinctspino]

Hardwood floor

Pairing: Wednesday x femreader

Wordcount: 1K

Warnings: none

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You and Wednesday have been together for a little while and so far so good. But you guys literally have no privacy. There's always someone out there with you or near you.

Don't get me wrong, you love hanging out with Enid and joking around with Ajax, but damn! Give a person some time alone with their lover!

When you heard that Enid was having a sleepover at Yoko's that night you stopped doing whatever you were doing.

You scanned your surroundings... not a single sign of Wednesday, good. You focussed on the palm of your hand and closed your eyes. Your hand began to shake when slowly a matt black flower emerged from under your skin.

You opened your eyes and smiled to yourself, kind of proud. You took the flower with your other hand and made sure it looked perfect.

Back in your dorm room, Bianca was startled by your behavior. You were throwing random clothes out of your closet and smelled the stuff you had on. You really wanted to impress her for some reason.

The reason is Xavier... every time you and Wednesday are with him you try to ignore his failed attempts at flirting with Wednesday.

Wednesday was as unbothered as ever but that doesn't mean you are too.

"Do I look okay? I don't smell, right? Wait, what if this isn't her favorite flower anymore?!" Poor Bianca didn't even have enough time to answer your streek of questions.

"You look fine. Stop worrying so much." She tried her best to reassure you while picking up the clothes from the floor.

"According to Thing, she's writing her novel right now." You looked at Thing who was chillin' in your room. "Now I just wait till Enid leaves and then BOOM, I'm in."

Your and Bianca's room was only a few doors away so you peaked your head out from the door, wanting to make sure Enid had already left. 

"AHHHH." When you poked your head out Enid was already staring straight into your eyes. "Y-you just gave me a heart attack." With your hand on your heart, you tried catching your breath.

"What are you doing, Y/n?" She raised one of her eyebrows, emphasizing her confusion. "Is that Wednesday's favorite flower in your hand?" She looked at it a bit longer before her eyes widened.

"OMG, ARE YOU GONN-" She struggled against you when you basically yanked her into your room while you covered her mouth. "Shhhhhh, she's gonna hear us if you yell out loud like that!"

The moment you uncovered her mouth her curiosity took over her whole body. She jumped around, talking nonstop and holding your shoulders before shaking you like her life depended on it.

"Please don't tell Yoko about this when you get there." You pushed her out of your room not answering a single question. You gave her a pleading look before quickly closing the door.

You waited 5 minutes to make sure the coast was clear and silently left the room after saying bye to Bianca.

There you were. Standing in front of Wednesday's room, a flower behind your back, about to knock with your other hand when the door opened out of nowhere.

You panicked slightly when you met Wednesday's mesmerizing eyes. "I could hear you mumbling through the door. You disrupted my daily writing time." She didn't look pleased.

"Hehe, my fault." You chuckled nervously. Wednesday stepped aside, wordlessly inviting you in. "U-uhhm," it was as if you just learned how to talk, "I-I made this for you." You sheepishly held out the flower she loves the most.

You didn't miss the way her lips turned upwards for a millisecond before changing back into her usual expression.

"Thank you." You watched as she held it with care and placed it on her desk next to her typewriter.

A few moments later she was already returning to her novel while you were laying on her bed, staring at her side profile.

Your eyes were filled with love for this cold-hearted girl. If you told your younger self that you were dating someone as beautiful and intelligent as her she'd laugh at you, appreciating the good joke you made.

Before you knew it the constant sound of ticks stopped. "Let's go to sleep." It was already late when you arrived so you were a bit tired as well.

You walked over to Enid's bed and stole her blanket and pillow before placing them both next to Wednesday's bed on the hardwood floor.

Wednesday isn't a fan of physical affection and you respected her boundaries. You didn't mind sleeping on the floor if that meant you slept in the same room as her. An improvement is still an improvement even if it's small.

"Goodnight Wednesday." You shuffled around, trying to find a comfortable position to lie in. The old floorboards were creaking thanks to you moving around so much.

"Get in."

To say you were shocked wasn't enough. "What do you mean? Did you mean get out? I'll leave if you want."

"Get in before I change my mind." You didn't waste another second and got in her bed. You were facing each other, a good arm's length apart. You couldn't hide the grin that made its way onto your lips.

"Only because the creaking kept me from imagining the worst way to die."

"Sure." You teased slightly as you turned around, your back facing her. You closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep.

Hesitantly, Wednesday loosely wrapped an arm around your waist. Your eyes sprung open at the sudden feeling. It felt as if a million Butterflies were flying around in your stomach.

Her arm felt tense against you, but it was a start. You shuffled a bit closer to her and after that, you fell asleep.

About anybody seeing you like this... Let's just say that Enid was ecstatic when she returned in the morning. She may or may not have taken a couple pictures of you curled up in Wednesday's arms...

"I will murder your entire family if you don't delete that right now."

[alm0ndla1t]

༘⋆ - WHAT ZODIAC SIGNS ARE THE WEDNESDAY CHARACTERS?

༘⋆ - TW: none, other than a long astrological essay on wednesday characters…

༘⋆ - WEDNESDAY: no one in this world could be a better representation of the scorpio sun other than wednesday addams. i am on cloud nine to have it be canon, as her birthday is set to be november 13th in the series. although, i must add that i suspect her being a scorpio rising too, as her love for all things black and gore and her overall appearance is definitely a dead giveaway. the sun and rising conjunction indicates that her public image is a reflection of who she really is - she might have her guards up, but she’s not masking her truest self. in other words, wednesday accurately presents herself to the world. wednesday, as most scorpios, is quick witted yet cold in most situations. she is not easily swept off her feet, but as any other water sign, she’ll be absolutely devoted to you once you earn her trust.

༘⋆ - ENID: our lovely werewolf girl is definitely giving me cancer sun vibes - she might second guess her decisions or be overally clumsy, but you can’t deny that she is the mom friend. enid is a ray of sunshine - she is quite talkative and sociable, and once you two click - she’ll be your bestest bud. she’ll paint your nails, make you snoods to match and banter about the latest nevermore drama. not only that, we have to remember that cancer is ruled by moon - which is something that makes quite a lot of sense and is generally significant to her, considering her outcast species.

༘⋆ - XAVIER: the one and only resident tortured artist is definitely a sagittarius man in my eyes. he seems like quite the jokester and the type of person whose flirting style is roasting & sarcasm. he’s all over the place and quite nosy, giving advices left & right and wanting to be a part of every major event, whether that be you hunting down the hyde by its footprints or visiting the gates’ house. that, however, also indicates the presence of his caring nature, and in some cases, possessiveness. that brings me to the point where i state that he gives me scorpio venus vibes. i mostly see a confirmation of that in his thing for ‘tragic goth girls with funeral parlor fashion sense’. his sag sun also indicates his creativity and love for all things art, since sagittarius, just like the artsy sign pisces, is ruled by jupiter. xavier is very blunt and will not hesitate to call you out on your bs, especially if it involves his ego being hurt (very fire sign man of him). under the facade of the whole ‘life of the party’ persona, there is a darker side to him, which his friend ajax briefly mentions.

༘⋆ - AJAX: when it comes to our stoner boy ajax, there is no doubt that this gorgon guy is a taurus. he is down to earth, laid back and is a person of warm nature. he is basically the epitome of ‘no thoughts, just vibes’. with taurus being ruled by venus, ajax shows up as loving and caring person when it comes to both lovers, friends and family. the stoner boy is a dependable and trustworthy friend, and we certainly see it in course of his conversation with enid, where he reveals xavier’s ‘darker side’ yet still highlights his devotion to the friend. but sadly, as a good old taurus sun, he doesn’t really take hints.

༘⋆ - BIANCA: bianca is unarguably one of the best examples of a female leo sun. this girl is always driven by the exciting feeling of competition and the desire to win, but also has a darker side to her which haunts her on a daily basis. apart from most fire signs, or even leo’s neighboring sign virgo, leos tend to have a lot of insecurities that they compensate for by being arrogant & unapologetically extra. this clearly explains bianca’s behavior, and therefore in my story, she is definitely not the villain. we see that her personality traits were also influenced by her mother’s toxicity, which makes me believe her moon could definitely be in scorpio. her siren powers are both a blessing and a curse - with the help of those, she was able to siren her way into the academy, leaving the toxic environment of ‘morning song’, but when it comes to her platonic or romantic relationships, her powers are often frowned upon.

༘⋆ - TYLER: weirdly enough, when speaking of tyler, i must say that he could be a capricorn sun. moreover, i will have the nerve to say that his sun is definitely in opposition to his moon, thus being in cancer, because it would make perfect sense to me. these two placements indicate his emotional ups and downs and the struggles of his wants and needs. coming from my personal observations, tyler’s mental health state, as well as the neediness and (at some point) fear of abandonment when it comes to romantic relationships, could be easily explained by his sun and moon sign. the teenage boy is always overwhelmed by his thoughts and feelings and is unable to comprehend them. therefore, he is prone to manipulation, and in this case, ms. thornhill’s influence. it is also important to note that such aspect shows a complex relationship with a mother figure, as well as the absence of the father to some extent. that is why i do believe he has this particular astro combination, which gives him a mixture of personalities.

༘⋆ - EUGENE: to end off and complete the holy water sign trinity, it must be said that eugene would probably be a pisces. that kid is absolutely wholesome and has to be protected by all costs, but he completely denies it as he puts his life in danger, striving to accomplish a heroic mission of investigating the hyde’s lair. with his exaggerated sense of a fairy tale romance and never-ending attempts of finding his one true love who would appreciate him for who he is, i suppose his sun sign is conjunct his venus. his genuine friendship with the scorpio sun wednesday could easily explain my choice for his sun sign, as, speaking from experience once again, i am the number one stan of scorpio x pisces friendships.

[dragonfelling]

Snippet Sunday :D

This snippet sunday is brought to you by angst and flirting

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Janu slinked down the halls in the late evening. The castle had yet to go to bed, but its daily business had slowed to a mere few servants tending to cleaning the floors. Torches were lit and quickly warmed the halls, fighting off the chill that had begun to set in as the sun tucked behind the mountains.

She held onto Xaviers cloak in her arms and stood in front of the door where she closed her eyes and relaxed her body with a silent exhale.

Inside, The sunset baked the office in orange through its small window. Xavier had busied himself with the last of the day's paperwork but had found it increasingly hard to focus. 

Janu’s necklace was neatly coiled on the side of his desk and he couldn’t help but find himself distracted by the delicate golden thing. It was intricate in patterning, little transparent jewels hugged by filigree. It was a bit old, but maintained beautifully. 

His mind kept wandering to what Janu might be thinking. It had been a couple days since she first came onto him… with no response. No yes nor a no. 

They told each other that if one were to return the others special apparel, the other would know their intentions had been settled. If Janu found her necklace on her doorknob, or the cloak was folded neatly by Xavier's office, it was decided that the other had changed their mind- that their flirting would come to an end. The past would be left in the past and they'd forget what could've been.

Janu kicked at the ground with her boot, staring at the door and biting her cheek.

She had to make a choice. If she didn't make the choice now then it would just eat her alive for another day.

She wanted him, and wanted it bad.

However she couldn't help but be influenced by the nagging fluttering in her stomach.

Jan was almost sold to the Canes, almost given to Xavier like a pet. An apology to Zachariah in the form of Dikaiosyn’s own daughter. Skalono committed the crime of overstepping and taking more than he was offered. He was meant to take Saria, and he had taken Alexandria as well in a bold move against the Midonians. He was punished severely for the crime and Janu was part of it. Peace was settled for the prize of an Anemoian virgin princess’ hand. 

Zachariah almost took two off with what he had done when his unmarried sons did not take the offering.

This man on the other side of the door though… Xavier was not some cruel thing that did not feel pity or remorse. He did not bear the same cruel fangs or stare at her with a cold, objectifying gaze.

He had hid her naked body in this cloak and then suffered for trying to protect her from the whims of old men pawning her around. 

No, he was no monster. Xavier was just a man, and Janu was no longer a scared girl shipped across the sea. Their fathers were dead and could only hurt them now when they thought too much of the subject.

Xavier squinted, staring at the door when he heard a quiet and singular thump. She had placed her forehead against the wood and gripped onto the cloak tighter. He sat up and leaned back in his chair, tapping his feathered quill against his hand idly while he waited to see if someone would knock or come in. He had almost figured it was just the broom of a clumsy servant cleaning outside. He almost got back to work before Janu finally announced her presence by tapping on the door with her knuckle. 

“Come in” he hummed, adjusting in his chair.

Janu opened the door, tipping her head in.

It had been so strange seeing Xavier without his cloak lately. He looked so much smaller while he haunted the halls. Less intimidating. More human in a way Janu could not articulate to herself. This was just a man. One with power and presence, but just a man.

Well, perhaps he was something more in this lighting. The golden orange skylight framed his face, and the light of his reflector lantern pointed at his papers brightened his dark eyes. Beautiful. An idol on fire.

Janu opened the door further and stepped in, closing the door behind her as quiet as she could. She was now wearing the old, dark cloak that hung to her ankles. In her arms, she had replaced it with her own, scarlet and gold hooded cape.

She held the knob until it was shut and let go of it slowly so it didn’t make a ker-thunk from the latch bolt resting in its bore.

Xavier hadn’t seen Janu look so cautious since those old days. Ever since he had begun working for the Aeraki, Janu presented herself with an unexpected confidence. She held her head high and carried herself as if she were the Crown and not Skalono.

Xavier had some worry in the back of his mind that the events of Midonia had ruined the young girl, but this woman… this woman was something else now. 

She was her mother's girl, that was for sure. Stubborn, self-assured, and commanding. A passionate lover of her kingdom and family. 

She looked at him through slightly furrowed brows and a blank but tight expression while she slowly made her way over to him. She pulled off her gloves and placed them on the desk before rounding the desk.

Xavier tilted his head and spoke, 

“Hm? Princess- Uh, oh wow,” He looked her over, staring at his cloak on her. He must’ve been blushing because Janu cracked a smile.

She looked beautiful. She was beautiful while drunk and pathetically sad, fooling about by wearing his cloak that previous night they spent together- But this evening… the shadow that cast over her bathed her red as the cape in her arms. She was stunning. 

Her hair was up in her bun properly and her makeup was sharp; It was perfect. She was an immaculate, autonomous statue of a Goddess.

[cypress-punk]

There should be a Spider-Man show that's entirely about early career Peter Parker going through his usual struggles as Spider-Man but also very focused on messy teen romance drama he gets into with all the people he's usually shipped with, Gwen Stacy, Mary Jane Watson, Black Cat, Human Torch, Kitty Pryde, Iceman, etc. Just a terrible bisexual mess. Then as contrast we introduce Miles Morales midway through the season as a second Spider-Man and Miles just has a much easier times with things because he's essentially less of a hopeless romantic/horn dog. And he's always giving Pete shit for his antics.

Importantly most of this romantic drama should be self inflicted on Peter's part. He can't help himself but be smitten with all these people and is always trying to flirt but is just awful at balancing multiple crushes and relationships especially since some of them are only aware of the Peter Parker identity and some of them are only aware of the Spider-Man identity.

This is mostly played for slapstick as his relationship drama comes back to bite him in various ways. Kitty finds out he's also flirting with Iceman and Collossus gets so mad at him for breaking her heart that he literally throws him out of the Xavier Institute. He has some kind of kerfuffle with Johnny Storm and later when Peter is fighting some villain and needs help Johnny rolls up and just kinda pouts at him from the sky while he's getting his ass beat. Gwen gets spider powers and ends up joining him and Miles as crime fighters, Peter tries to rekindle their relationship but shes just totally moved on and this puts him in funk cause hes extremely not moved on. Mary Jane finds out he's bisexual and asks if he's into Flash and this causes Peter to have a psychological spiral as he realizes he IS into Flash despite hating the guy. Venom constantly teases him about his various failed romances. Just roasts him mercilessly. Ben Grimm finds out he's dating Johnny and takes him aside to give him one of those fatherly "don't break my kid's heart" talks but also ends with "and if Johnny breaks your heart let me know, I'll clobber him for ya". J. Jonah Jameson has to cut back on running Spider-Man stories because he's turning the Daily Bugle into a celebrity relationship gossip rag by accident. Peter accidentally ruins at least one relationship by selling JJ a roll of film he forgot had photos of him macking on someone. Harry Osborne has genuine feelings for Peter but is somehow the only person Peter doesn't show any romantic interest in. Norman Osborne tries to give Pete a talk about safe sex on Aunt May's behalf and its exceedingly awkward for the obvious reasons and because Peter found confirmation that Norman is the Green Goblin moments before. Black Cat insists it isn't cheating so long as he never takes off his mask. You know. The works.

[ratkingdad]

Wednesday TMA AU

Nevermore is a school for the children of families that are loyal to an entity, like the Keays or the Lukases. They send their children there to hone their devotion and to gain control of their abilities, as well as learning alongside children with… similar backgrounds.

The Addams are a long line of End devotees. Death is romantic to them, something to aspire to and flirt with on a daily basis. The ghosts of ancestors speak to them, and they have a remarkable talent for coming back from the brink, ever more devoted to their inevitable demises. Gomez Addams fell in love with Morticia Frump, who comes from a family devoted to the Eye. Their daughter, Wednesday, has developed an unfortunate (or fortunate depending on who you ask) mix of the two, seeing visions of peoples true natures as well as their demises. And there’s something taking people to their End around Nevermore. She doesn’t really care about the death, she revels in that, but a child of the Eye can’t leave a mystery alone.

The Sinclairs are werewolves still, and like all werewolves are devoted to the Hunt. They value above everything a dedication to the relentless chase and to their animalistic nature. Enid Sinclair finds herself to be a disappointment in both respects. She is far too gentle for the Hunt, and has yet to “wolf out”. She couldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone kill something significant enough to embrace her supernatural side. This might change, however, when she finds her crush- friend- roommate Wednesday under threat. After all, isn’t a wolf meant to protect their pack?

The Thorpes are devoted to the Eye. Xavier finds himself seeing things he shouldn’t be able to as he draws, though often what he sees is cryptic and unclear to him. Perhaps when he gets older these visions will be able to reach further and give him more context, but for now he paints only flashes.

Bianca Barclay wants to be nothing like her mother. Sure, as a siren she uses the abilities she gains from the Web to her advantage, but the way her mother manipulates people into her cult gives her a horrible feeling. Just because she’s a monster doesn’t mean she has to revel in causing pain.

Tyler Galpin’s mother was an avatar of the Slaughter and she passed her nature down to her son. As the Hyde he kills indiscriminately, only wanting to cause as much death in as little time as possible. And Laurel Gates, an ancestor of another Slaughter avatar, Joseph Crackstone, wants to use the Hyde to her advantage to bring Nevermore down and prove the Slaughter’s superiority.

Other important figures includes: The gorgons aka the stoners, who serve the Buried. The vampires aka the fangs, who serve the Hunt. Shapeshifters, like Larissa Weems, who serve the Flesh. And Eugene Ottinger, who serves the Corruption.

[42donotpanic]

Slash Multiverse Daily Pride Prompts 2023 - Masterlist

Lake : The quiet life / Chapter 1: Lake / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 3741 / Teen and Up Audiences

Formal Wear : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 1: The unusual man / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 728 / Explicit

Threesome/Moresome : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 2: Riding the High / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 1533 / Explicit

Sneaking Out : The quiet life / Chapter 2: Sneaking Out / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 2583 / Teen and Up Audiences

Balcony Sex : Scream for Me / Chapter 1 / FrostHawk (Clint Barton x Loki) / 586 / Explicit / TW: Dub-Con

Voyage : Up Here / WinterHawk ( Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 164 / General Audiences / Includes Art

Seed : School Garden / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 400 / General Audiences

Sunlight : The quiet life / Chapter 3: Sunlight / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1469 / Teen and Up Audiences

Massage : Massage / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 715 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Body Dysphoria, Unsafe Binding

Outdoor Sex : The Hammock / CastleHawk (Clint Barton x Frank Castle) / 1701 / Explicit

Clouds (Day 10) : The quiet life / Chapter 4: Clouds / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 894 / Teen and Up Audiences

Coming untouched : Coming untouched / Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson / 1418 / Explicit

Sleepy Sex : that warm and tingly feeling / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 944 / Explict

Fire : The quiet life / Chapter 5: Fire / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1747 / Teen and Up Audiences

Trap (Day 13) : Fuck Ninjas / Dumpsterbros (Clint Barton & Matt Murdock) / 3840 / Teen and Up Audiences

Strip Tease : Purple / Chapter 1 / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 1783 / Explicit / TW: Body Dysphoria

Almost Getting Caught : Almost Getting Caught / Erik Lehnsherr & Peter Maximoff / 100 / General Audiences

Oral Sex : Blackout Drunk / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 364 / Mature

Nature : The quiet life / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / Art Below / Teen and Up Audiences

Love Letter : Purple shimmering Ink / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 1757 / Mature / TW: Mentioned Canon Character Death

Muscle Worship : Purple / Chapter 2 / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 2162 / Explicit / TW: Body Dysphoria

Fun : The quiet life / Chapter 6: Fun / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1637 / Teen and Up Audiences

Photography : Pictures of you / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 7090 / Teen and Up Audiences

Salvation : Scream for Me / Chapter 2: Sweet Boy/ FrostHawk (Clint Barton x Loki) / 912 / Explict

Anal Sex : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 3: Common Friends / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 757 / Explicit

Invitation : Butterspargel = Flirting / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 1320 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Hospital

Work : The quiet life / Chapter 7: Work / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1675 / Teen and Up Audiences

Promises : Hair Holds Memories / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 1175 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Panic Attacks, PTSD, Mentioned Canon Main Character Death

Hugs : Chamomile Tea / HawkDevil (Clint Barton x Matt Murdock) / 2279 / Teen and Up Audiences

First Kiss : The quiet life / Chapter 8: First Kiss / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 3751 / Teen and Up Audiences

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[earnestly-endlessly]

hi! hope you're doing well :) do you have any domestic!cherik fics? or established relationship ones?

Hi anon, thanks for the ask. I'm doing very well, been super busy because I'm currently moving but it's all good. I have plenty of great domestic/established relationship cherik fics for you. I hope you enjoy!!

Domestic/Established Relationship cherik

Daycare ‘Verse’ – orphan_account, pocky_slash

Summary: A modern AU in which Charles runs a mutant daycare and Erik is his long-suffering engineer boyfriend.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Gift of the Magi, But Screw it Up – librata

Summary: He doesn't know if he's buying too much, too little, or even the right things at all, because he's never entertained a guest as important as Edie Lehnsherr.

Making perfect – aesc

Summary: As is the case with most trials in Erik's life, this one starts with Charles gazing beseechingly at him and asking him for a favor. Not that their going-on-three years relationship is a trial, even though it started with Charles giving Erik the full benefit of sad blue eyes and asking him if he wouldn't mind opening his car door since he'd locked his keys inside, but still.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

After School Special – listerinezero

Summary: Charles was barely seventeen and Erik was his social studies teacher. But after almost fifteen years together, does it really matter how they met?

Terrifying Domesticity – ishipitsobad

Summary: Erik is the most dangerous and notorious mafia boss around for miles, and yet the strangest things terrify him.

For example: his children, and his very pregnant mate.

Trying is Half the Battle – Pookaseraph

Summary: Post-Cuba, no divorce, Charles and Erik are in an established relationship and when Charles gets sick with a random flu bug, they discover that Charles can get pregnant. They then try to get pregnant, and try, and try.

We’ll all be gone for the summer – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles and Erik's usual family beach vacation gets a little bigger when they agree to watch Erik's teenaged twins for the summer. Charles is looking forward to a chance to bond with his step-children. Erik is terrified of screwing them up even more.

A Summer Day So Late in Coming – helens78

Summary: Fifty years after they fell in love, Erik comes to Charles with a proposal that rocks Charles's world.

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Before You Attempt Me (Fair Warning) – kianspo

Summary: Charles helps Raven get ready for the prom. Surprisingly, that part goes well. The prom itself not so much. Erik cooks a lot of unhealthy comfort foods and is incredibly patient. Charles mostly frets about everything, until Erik does something neither he, nor Raven see coming.

And now you will not be alone any more – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

Some sense of touch and a melody – pocky_slash

Summary: On a day when Charles, for once, finds himself saying the right thing to everyone he sees, he allows himself to be talked into a field trip to a local orchard.

It’s kind of our whole thing – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

Indulgence – grim_lupine

Summary: “The children are still asleep,” Charles murmurs groggily, flinging an arm out as if searching for Erik beside him. “The house is still standing, this is a ghastly hour, and more importantly, I’m still here. Why do you insist on doing this every morning?”

Your Father’s Daughter – ConsultingWriter

Summary: Wanda proves just how much she takes after Erik.

Pietro reeled back before leaning back in "They didn't tell you what happened? Wanda got in a fist fight and totally wailed on this guy, I mean, on one hand I feel kinda embarrassed for him, but it was so epic."

Erik's eyebrows shot to his hairline. Wanda got in a fight? That was....surprising, to say the least. Wanda tended to take after Charles in temperament and preferred talking to violence.

This Crazy Game Called Life – chiasmus

Summary: Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. This is five thousand-something words of crack with a dose of schmoop. I'm not sorry. Written for this kink meme prompt: Raven is tired of the boys going off to play chess (if they're even playing chess!) and pulls out a load of board games from one of the closets in the mansion. Madness ensues.

To my roomba with love – sareyen

Summary: There are a lot of things that Erik loves about Charles. He loves all of the obvious things; Charles’s kindness, his intelligence, his laughter, his eyes. He also loves the little private things; the way Charles sneaks Erik his unwanted tomatoes, his warbled opera singing in the shower, that sensitive spot on his hip.

And he loves the silly things about Charles, especially the way the man has a habit of talking to inanimate objects when he thinks no one is looking. Charles has conversations with the kettle, the washing machine, and their roomba – and every time Erik eavesdrops on him, he falls in love with the man a little bit more.

Everything About it is a Love Song – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's spent fifty years being a figurehead and he's ready to leave that behind. Luckily, so is Charles.

(aka Old Retired Dudes in Love)

A Very Xavier-Lehnsherr Christmas – zamwessell

Summary: Erik is discovering new things about Charles Xavier all the time. Charles sometimes talks in his sleep. Often about food. Occasionally in Latin. Charles has a scar on his left thigh from attempting to demonstrate relativity to a girl by sitting on a hot stove. Charles doesn’t mean to be so loud when they make love, but sometimes Charles can’t help himself.

Charles is a voracious reader. Charles has an unspeakably filthy imagination. Charles will try anything in bed twice to make sure he wasn’t wrong the first time.

Charles is unexpectedly fond of Christmas. Perhaps that is not the phrase. “Unhealthily obsessed” might be better.

The fluffiest holiday fluff you ever read in your dang life.

Of Crabs and Castles – flightinflame 

Summary: Charles and Erik take their children to the beach. Wanda builds a sandcastle, Nina makes some friends, and Pietro gets some exercise. Some family fun in the sunshine.

Bring Your Daughter To Work Day – listerinezero

Summary: Charles brings three year old Lorna to class with him.

Glasses – grim_lupine

Summary: Charles blinks at him bemusedly, but Erik barely notices because Charles is wearing glasses— wire-rimmed, and Erik can feel the metal humming, traces without touch the way they follow the curve of Charles’s nose and rest behind his ears.

Genetics Isn’t Sexy – pocky_slash

Summary: Charles lectures. The kids aren't very responsive. Erik, on the other hand....

Peanut Butter and Honey (The Fairytale Remix) – pocky_slash

Summary: Once upon a time there was a Princess named Anya who lived in a house with her Daddy and her wicked stepmother Charles. (A wicked stepmother is the person who comes and lives with princesses and their daddies after their mommies go away.) She had a best friend named Leroy, and one day he was lost.

The Bystander (The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) Remix) – Nanimok

Summary: When it comes to Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, no one is safe.

Not even the Big Three.

[tatestripedsweater]

Charles being romantic HC - Requested by @lunamooney2406

A/N: This is based before the accident happened, I may have also gone overboard since I love this man more than anything

Often buys you your favourite bouquet of flowers, getting you new ones when the last died

Even goes as far as putting petals on the bed // he done this when he took your virginity since he wanted the mood to be right

Calls you ‘my love’ and ‘my darling’

Charles rarely reads your mind since he trusts you wholeheartedly, he only does it when your upset so he can know how to cheer you up

Wakes you up with kisses in the morning which often leads to him making love to you, he hates the term ‘fucking’ so will refer to it as ‘making love’

You both like to slow dance with one another in the evenings with your song playing in the background

The sex can sometimes be rough with Charles, but he is the king of aftercare. Always checking in on you to see if your okay and running you a nice warm bath and putting cream on areas that are red/bruised

He likes it when you curl up to him on his lap, he will hold you as he reads to you and just enjoy one another’s presence

Charles is a big flirt and will use pick up lines on you // ‘’I’m lost, can you give me directions to your heart’’ ‘’Charles you already have my heart’’

Music often plays in the background when you two have sex, like I said earlier he likes to create a romantic mood

^ Cares more about your own pleasure than his own and will/has spend hours just between your legs

When Valentine’s Day comes around prepare to be spoilt rotten with romantic/cheesy goodness

He often gets teased by Erik with the way he is with you but Charles’ doesn’t care, you deserved to be treated like royalty, Charles would give you the moon if he could

Always tells you how beautiful you are on a daily basis, even leaving notes around the house when he isn’t there to remind you

Keeps a photo of you in his wallet so whenever he’s away Charles can look at you still and feel at home

Everyone calls you ‘Mrs/Mr Xavier’ even if you aren’t married yet.. Charles may have told them to do it but you never know that

[letsgauxplay]

Xavier… is this your way of making me… ask you if you can go….

[egcdeath]

secret santa

pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader

a/n: this is so self indulgent. SO SELF INDULGENT. more self indulgent than anyone will ever be able to comprehend. before u all read this, i want u to know it was originally supposed to be about training ransom at a job, but then i realized that i nothing about 1. working at a coffee shop and 2. training an employee. also, i am the worst at writing dialogue. so i didn’t write a lot of dialogue LMAO enjoy :)

also, half of this was written at 1 am. just a warning

warnings: coffee shop au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, a lil fluff, not really angst but bitter feelings, kinda slow burn and then all the sudden a fast burn i’m sorry 😭

word count: 2.6k

You woke up to the sound of your alarm rumbling your bedside table sometime around the asscrack of dawn, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. Sometimes, you really couldn’t stand your job, but bills didn’t really pay themselves, did they? You rolled out of bed, and began your dreaded morning routine before heading out to start your opening shift at your local café.

Somewhere between warming up the espresso machine and taking out last night’s trash (which you shouldn’t have had to do in the first place), an older, yet expensive looking car pulled up to the front of the parking lot. You were a bit confused, as you’d never seen this vehicle, and it was quite clear that you weren’t exactly open yet. You watched as a tall man hopped out of the car, wearing a large peacoat and very unnecessary sunglasses. He approached the door, gave it a knock, then waited for you to come open it for him. Reluctantly, you made your way over, and in order to keep yourself safe, began to speak through the glass.

“Can I help you?” You asked in an annoyed tone, then gestured towards the piece of paper that labeled your hours on the door. There was no reason for any customer to be here this early. You looked up at the mystery man and made a rather intense eye contact with him. If this was any indicator of your crowd today, work was going to be far from pleasant.

“Yeah, I was told that I’m starting today?” He had a wicked smirk on his face, like he knew he was getting under your skin already. You hated people like him, and couldn’t believe that he could possibly be your coworker. On the bright side, he probably wouldn’t last long in the first place.

“Well, are you sure you’re here on time? I can’t see any situation where Melissa would schedule to open for your very first shift.” You commented with a furrowed brow.

“Eh, I kinda just figured I’d come in whenever. The girl in my bed was an early riser, so I thought to myself ‘Why not just come in now?’” He said casually.

“Your name?” You inquired, trying to keep your annoyance to yourself, and put on a customer service smile.

“Hugh, or Ransom,” he responded. You turned around, allowed yourself a huff and eye roll, then walked through the kitchen, and into the break room to check if he truly was a new employee, or just some random creep. Sure enough, a bright pink post-it note in very neat handwriting confirmed this man’s existence. You made your way back to the door, unlocked it, and let him in.

“Since you’re here, you should… set down the chairs,” you told him, less than entertained by his presence. You could just tell he was bad news. This Ransom guy was like the textbook definition of a red flag. He talked your ear off while you tried to get through your opening routine, some casual remarks about his last hookup, complaints about how he only got this job because his mother was a regular and good friends with your manager, and how he was threatened to get cut out of his grandfather’s will if he didn’t get employed soon, and what better way to spite your family than to mess up their daily coffees.

Eventually, a few more of your coworkers, along with your manager, Melissa, made it to the café before the morning rush began. You were sitting down at your typical barstool spot, and sipping an iced Americano when Melissa broke the news to you that you would be training the new employee. Upon hearing the news, you audibly groaned, and rubbed your forehead. There was no way that you could handle this man.

-------

During his first week, Ransom not only managed to offer (and successfully give) six customers his phone number, break two mugs, mess up more orders than even Euclid could comprehend, and spill straws a multitude of times all over the floor, but he began to flirt with you relentlessly. You had no idea why you’d become his new target of choice, when it was clear that he could have literally anyone he wanted. Maybe he liked that you were playing hard to get.

If you were being honest, you had to accept that he was handsome. And rich. And the definition of a fuckboy. And since you were being frank with yourself, you had to acknowledge that you were attracted to that ‘toxic and will treat you like shit’ kind of guy. You had a roster of ex boyfriends to prove that for you.

---

It was a pretty slow Tuesday afternoon, which meant you were sitting on your phone until a customer placed an order. Eventually, the little bell above the door chimed, and an older man came through, ordering a dark and bitter drink, then standing by the counter to wait. You began to restock lids while Ransom took care of making the drink, and once it was ready, you passed it over to the man. The man in question took a rather large sip, then promptly spat it out.

“What the fuck is this!” He roared, barely giving you time to react before he proceeded to toss the drink at you, spilling most of the hot content on your apron.

You gasped, gawking down at your scorched and ruined clothing, then up at the customer, who’d turned around with a huff and left, leaving a stream of strong language on his way out. You bit back tears at the whole fiasco, and cringed as both the steamy drink, and your salty tears stung different parts of your body. You turned to look at the barista, who had passed you along the drink, and were met with no other than the white devil himself. It seemed that all the blood had drained from his already otherwise pale face.

“Oh my god, this is all my fault,” he began remorsefully. “Let me make it up to you somehow.”

“Whatever,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair, and shoving Ransom angrily while you more or less stomped into the staff bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned before bringing up your bundled apron to your face and screaming into it. Stupid fucking customers. Stupid fucking job. Stupid fucking Ransom. It’s like he came to your job just to make it hell. You were tired of cleaning up all these messes for him, and honestly, you wish he’d just quit already. The longer you worked with him, the more tempted you were to pour sugar in his gas tank, then take a club and break all the windows in the Beemer.

------

For the next month, your brain was completely elsewhere at work. Your brain was constantly going back and forth with you between finding Ransom hot and horrendous. While the pair of you finished up closing one night, you heard your coworker begin to speak to you as you placed your hand on the keys in your pocket.

“I know you hate me, Y/N. I get it. What that guy did to you was awful, and yes it was my fault, but what else have I done to hurt you?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue. You weren’t even sure how to respond. Ignoring the man and demonizing him in your head had become almost a second nature. “I mean, I think we could’ve been good friends. Even though you seem to think I’m devil incarnate, I think you’re a pretty cool chick-“ he continued before being cut off by you.

“Why do you even care?” you burst out, “Ransom, you just don’t get it do you? You’re just.. a douchebag. I get it, you have your moments where you’re candid and open with people, but half of the time you’re talking, you’re objectifying someone. Or bragging about something you own. Don’t get me wrong, I could get past what you did to me on accident, but you seriously have to work on yourself,” the words just seemed to pour out without your control. “Goodnight, Ransom,” you said simply before leaving the café for the night.

——

Since that day, the tension between you and Ransom had evidently become more thick. Since he was finally finished training with you, you made sure to only speak to him if you absolutely needed to, and even then, you only communicated with him in brief and straightforward answers. Sure, it seemed like a small thing to be upset about, and sure, he’d apologized, but something told you that any excuse to stay away from Ransom was a good excuse.

Though he appeared to be an immoral and selfish man, he seemed genuinely sorry for all that he’d put you through. Occasionally, you’d be sitting in the break room and look up from your phone to see him watching you. When you’d make eye contact, he would look like he wanted to say something to you, but your petty ass would leave, or look back at your phone. He was bad news anyway.

Your boss quickly caught onto what was going on between the two of you, and usually, Melissa didn’t like to participate in petty drama, but your new sour mood was such a stark contrast from before, and it seemed to shift the whole mood of the café.

That afternoon, Melissa called for a team meeting a bit before closing, and suggested a family dinner along with a Secret Santa. She’d said something along the lines of ‘It’s been way too long since we’ve done a team bonding activity, and a gift exchange is perfectly fitting for the Holiday season.’ This did make you perk up, as Melissa had a great taste in restaurants, and you were always down for a good gift exchange.

Melissa then told everyone to write their names down, then put them in a decorative Santa hat. You and your coworkers obliged, then began to pass around the hat once again in order to draw a name. You really hoped to get Xavier. You had the perfect idea of something he’d love. As you drew a piece of paper from the hat, you imagined the matching pair of fluffy socks for a human and dog that you’d passed by during your last trip to Target. You began to unfold it, thinking of what color he might like the most, when you looked down and saw ‘Ransom’ drawn out in chicken scratch.

You tried your best to mask your annoyance at who you received, but on the inside, you were seething. You mentally cursed the universe out while you pulled on your coat, and grimaced to yourself once you got out to your car. How were you supposed to get this asshole a gift?

—-

The week leading up to the exchange went fairly well for you, although it was getting a bit exhausting to be so mad at Ransom all the time. You tried to be less harsh with him, considering you needed to learn more about him in order to get him a somewhat decent gift for your exchange.

He’d seem to have taken your conversation with him to heart, and began to talk less and less about other girls when he was working with you. He didn’t comment on how well your jeans fit you, and you noticed that he’d often overextend himself in order to help you with (pretty basic) daily aspects of the job. Ransom would ask you questions about yourself, and your family, and speak less about himself. If you were honest with yourself, he was becoming a better man. And the best part was, he seemed to be doing it just for you. The thought of which brought heat to your face.

—

On the night of the exchange, you threw on a hideous and scratchy Christmas sweater before picking up your neatly wrapped gift for Ransom. You truly hoped that he’d like it, even though it certainly wasn’t the most expensive item. You bid farewell to your cat, then went on your way to the restaurant. You had to admit, you were a bit late. So it should’ve been no surprise when you arrived, and found that the only seat left at the table was next to Ransom. You gave him a cordial smile before sitting down and ordering yourself a glass of Merlot.

Something about being so close to him was kind of riling you up. The strong timbre sent coming off of him was making your whole body feel slightly warmer than normal, and you tried to ignore this strange sensation while you talked and joked with your coworkers. At one point, Ransom leaned in nice and close to you, and began to speak to you.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as hideous as Karmen’s sweatshirt,” he whispered right into the shell of your ear. Maybe it was the wine talking, but that simple action sent a whole chill through your body, and made you flush even harder than you’d flushed before. You let out a little giggle and nodded in agreement, looking across the table at her very ugly sweater.

“To be fair, the whole point of this was to wear something really ugly,” you turned your head back to where it was before, only to find that Ransom had somehow moved even closer to you.

“I just don’t know where you find something like that,” he commented, gazing much too deep into your eyes. You swore you felt the room shift after he began looking at you like that. There was about a 20% chance that you’d be able to keep your panties on after this kind of exchange. Luckily for you, a waitress broke the tension for you, setting down a few plates for everyone, then bidding them farewell. Damn.

The food was amazing, and didn’t last very long, meaning that it was time to pass gifts around sooner than later. You watched as Amy received a gift card from Sophie, Emily opened a plethora of chocolates gifted to her by Melissa, and Xander whiffed a candle given to him by Kennedy, then, it was your turn. You glanced around the table before you felt the arm next to you reach down, then hand you an oversized gift bag.

“I hope you like it,” Ransom said with a shy smile. You casually felt your cheeks on your way to pull out the very large item. You found it was a very large, and soft, hand knit blanket. It looked like it could’ve cost a small fortune, and you immediately found yourself embarrassed.

“Oh wow. This is perfect! Thank you so much,” you grinned over at your coworker, who seemed to be blushing himself. “Well, I guess I should probably give you this then,” you chuckled awkwardly before passing him your wrapped package. He tore it open barbarically, then began to laugh. Of all the gifts in the world, you two had gotten each other somewhat similar items. Sure, it wasn’t hand knit with the love of some grandma who ran a small business on Etsy, but it was the thought that counts.

“I love it, Y/N,” he exclaimed, looking deep into your eyes once again. He ran his fingers through the soft fabric, then set a hand on your arm. In that moment, it felt like time stopped. It was just you two, sitting in a quiet room, enjoying the presence of each other. You don’t even know what had gotten into you, but before you knew it, you felt a nose pressed up against yours, and a billion butterflies erupt out of your stomach. You heard a few grimaces from your coworkers at the sappy, Hallmark-like moment but what could you say.

Maybe Ransom was not that bad after all.

[senacal]

Dr. Charles Xavier (Pt. 1)

Request: Requested by @saltysebastianstan

Pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Prompt: Could you please do a Charles Xavier x female reader, where Charles has been asked to do a lecture about mutation at your non-mutant university, and let’s say he takes a liking to you due to your knowledge/interest rather than the other girls.

OH MY GOD, YOU COULD TURN THIS INTO A SERIES... IMAGINE

Warnings: None that I come to mind.

Author’s note: I am going to do my very best to fulfill this request because I love it, and I love Charles, and this is the first Charles Xavier’s request I have had, so I hope I do well. I have been thinking of this all week, and I did some research about a mutation to accurately portray a sort of understanding about the subject lol Xx.

Requests are open! 

(Gif not mine)

For a whole week, (Y/N)’s nerves were on fire. She knew she was excited, why wouldn’t she be when her dreams were about to come true? But she didn’t understand why she was so nervous. The whole week she couldn’t sit still. (Y/N) was continually shaking her leg, fiddling with whatever was in her hands, or drumming her fingers. (Y/N) just wanted to make sure that she had everything she needed before the most important day of her life happened. What day would that be? Well, her university, (Uni of your choice), had recently booked Dr. Charles Xavier, the current expert on Mutations to give a lecture, and (Y/N) was excited because she had a keen interest on the field. 

(Y/N) knew there were people out there with unique abilities, sure she wasn’t one of those people, but it was okay because she didn’t think she’d be able to handle the responsibility and stress of continually having to hide who she was. The reason she knew about these unique individuals was that she had met a mutant when she was a young girl. Instead of being afraid, she was intrigued. It was fascinating seeing the way the mutant maneuvered to keep themselves hidden from prying eyes, though it didn’t seem to work since (Y/N) caught sight of them. Regardless, ever since her encounter with that mutant, she had been obsessed with learning more about them. 

With her limited access to mutant knowledge, she was only able to find a few things out about their biology. It wasn’t too different from human biology, but the added X-Gene made a mutant, a mutant. So it was a dream come true when she learned that Dr. Charles Xavier would be giving a lecture about mutations. Perhaps her excitement was transferring into anxiety. Dr. Xavier, as the guest lecturer, was possibly her only shot at comprehending her preferred subject to the full extent. Perhaps it was the fear that she would never be able to turn her major into an actual career. Her family was always telling her to change her field of study to the point that (Y/N) had told them a little white lie. She may have added a minor in medicine, but she didn’t give up her interest in mutation. It was enough to appease her family, and she continued to learn about mutation under their noses. It was a win-win situation. 

So here she sat in the lecture hall, awaiting Dr. Xavier’s arrival. She was tapping her pen against her notebook, absentmindedly looking around the room. She made sure to get a good seat where she could both see and hear him. She also made sure she had extra pens in case her current one crapped out on her. 

The room was already starting to fill with a big crowd, and the lecture wasn’t due to begin for ten minutes. (Y/N) went from tapping her pen to shaking her leg. She bit the tip of the pen and glanced at the people around her. They were talking animatedly about their daily lives, who was screwing who, who was a bitch, or who was a total hottie. (Y/N) sometimes found herself wanting to fit in among them, but then again, most of these girls were sorority sisters who only cared about partying. Don’t get her wrong, they were beautiful girls, and they all had their strengths, but they were rather dense when it came to their social lives. 

(Y/N) huffed out a small breath as she looked down at her notebook. There were various pages filled with notes of her own, but she was opened to a blank page so she could compare her notes to the brilliant mind of Charles Xavier. (Y/N) dated the page at the top right corner to pass a fraction of the time. 

“Excuse me, may I have your attention please?” 

(Y/N) looked up to the podium to see the Dean calling everyone’s attention. She glanced at the clock to see that the lecture would begin soon. (Y/N) inhaled anxiously and exhaled softly. She faced the front, eager for the start of the speech. 

“Wonderful, wow, I wasn’t expecting such a big turn out,” The Dean spoke with a slight chuckle. “Well, as you all know, Dr. Charles Xavier will be joining us shortly to inform us all on Mutations. As usual, be respectful, no talking unless addressed, and don’t hesitate to ask questions.” The Dean looked off the side of the stage, “Very well, everybody, welcome Dr. Xavier.”

The crowd clapped as none other than Charles Xavier walked on stage. He had a broad smile plastered on his lips, and he waved to the masses.

“Wow, when Dr. Gregory said a big turn out, I believe he was downplaying it just a little. Welcome, thank you all for joining me today,” Charles cleared his throat, “Now, I know many of you are probably wondering why I’ve taken an interest in such a broad subject, mutations can be anything. From the color of your eyes to the dimples in your cheeks. And, of course, physical modifications,” Charles’ gaze scanned the crowds, “The answer to that is simple. I find it fascinating,” He smiled.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, ‘That makes two of us.’

Throughout the lecture, (Y/N) noticed that Charles was looking around the room as if he was looking for someone. It was a possibility that he was only surveying the crowd, but it was almost too constant for that. He had to be looking for someone, but who? (Y/N) shrugged off the thought and instead chose to focus on his words.

“Of course, this leads us to the homo superior, distinguished from their possession of the X-Gene. Now, this gene, placed on the twenty-third chromosome in a person’s DNA, allows for the greatest mutation experienced in reality.” 

(Y/N) scratched down notes as quickly as she could, ‘If that’s the case, would that make the father a deciding factor for its inheritance or the mother?’

“Despite the thought of the mother carrying the child with an X-Gene, the X-gene is transferred from the father. It’s almost like the father is the deciding factor in both sex and mutant status,” Charles spoke as if he heard (Y/N)’s question, which was ridiculous unless he did hear her thoughts. 

Once the lecture was over, (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel accomplished. She had learned a lot more that day than any other. As a bonus, (Y/N)’s questions seemed to be answered even though she hadn’t asked any out loud. It was the best day of her life, just as she had predicted. (Y/N) stayed in her seat, scanning the notes she jotted down; she made small annotations next to the one’s that she would cross-reference with her own. Absorbed in her mind, (Y/N) didn’t notice the approaching figure or the lingering girls next to her.

‘Now that I’ve distinguished that the father is the deciding factor in passing on the X-Gene, perhaps it’d be easier to determine their birth rate. I don’t believe pregnant mutants have a reliable doctor to ease them through their pregnancy.’ (Y/N) bit the tip of her pen, ‘I think I know what I want to practice now.’ She couldn’t help but feel giddy. It turned out her added major in medicine wouldn’t be a waste after all. She’d learn all she could about practicing medicine and mutants so she could help bring them into the world. 

“Dr. Xavier! You’re British, right?” 

(Y/N) looked up from her notes and noticed the blonde girl sitting next to her became engaged in a dull conversation with Charles. She couldn’t help but raise her brows at the poor attempt at flirting. It was pretty apparent that he was British, what with the accent and all. 

“Uh, yes, I am,” Charles glanced in (Y/N)’s direction as if he were hoping she’d save him from the conversation.

“That’s so cool, I’ve always wanted to go to England, but then I thought Paris would be a better destination, you know?” The blonde girl shrugged, “Have you been to Paris?”

“I have actually. I’ve given plenty of lectures in the city quite a few times. How did you find the lecture? Did you enjoy it?” Charles asked in the hope of engaging in a conversation about his work.

“Oh, I got lost after you mentioned something about the mRNA or whatever, but I liked hearing you talk.” 

(Y/N) laughed to herself, ‘At least she admitted it.’

‘Indeed, but I’d much rather have a competent conversation about my lecture rather than the expenses of Paris.’

(Y/N) frowned and looked up when she heard Charles’ voice in her head. ‘What the fuck?’

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to invade your mind, but I don’t think I can continue to converse with this poor girl.’ 

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes wide. “Dr. Xavier?”

Charles looked at her, relief evident in his expression, “Yes, Ms…”

“(Your Full Name), I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?”

“Of course! I’d be happy to answer any questions you have.” Charles politely excused himself from the girl with whom he’d been conversing. 

(Y/N) packed her notes and utensils, “So, you’re a telepath?”

Charles shrugged as if to say ‘guilty.’ 

“So, I have to ask, your lecture, were you basing your responses from the questions I was thinking?” (Y/N) wondered. 

“Partly, yes. It was a first that someone’s questions were loud enough for me to hear without meaning to,” Charles shoved his hands in his pockets, “I was pleasantly surprised, of course, even more now that I’ve placed a beautiful face to the beautiful voice.”

(Y?N) nodded, “Does that line work at all?” She stood from her seat so that she could look at him without tilting her head too much. 

“I beg your pardon?” Charles caught off guard, shifted where he stood. 

(Y/N) huffed an amused breath, “I appreciate the compliment, Professor Xavier, but I’m only interested in what you have to say about mutants and mutation.”

“Why is that?” Charles asked.

“Just like you said, it’s fascinating.” (Y/N) winked at him, “now that I’ve saved you from your conversation, I’ll be on my way. I’ve got a class in an hour.” (Y/N) waved and left Charles, where he stood. 

“Charles, did she just brush you off?” Raven asked from behind him. 

“I… I think so.” Instead of being offended, Charles bored a smile.

“I have to get her number because that was the best thing I have seen all week,” Raven boasted.

Charles rolled his eyes, “Oh, shut it, Raven.”

“C’mon, you can’t tell me that you don’t want her number either,” Raven stepped next to Charles and rested her arm on his shoulder.

“Of course I do. If you had heard the questions (Y/N) was asking, you’d be just as intrigued.” Charles brushed off Raven’s arm, “Let’s go now; I’m ready to head home.”

Raven raised her brows, “What, no parties?”

“No, I’m not really in the mood.” Charles shrugged.

“Wow, I have to mark this day down for the history books. Charles Xavier doesn’t want to go to a college party!” Raven clutched her heart, “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Charles rolled his eyes. He walked away from her, intending to go to his car.

“Charles, just one party, please?” Raven begged as she skipped to catch up with him.

“What for? You never want to go to parties.” Charles scoffed.

“Because, I want to get drunk,” Raven grinned.

“That makes the two of us,” He conceded, “Fine. We’ll go to a party, but then we are going home.”

“Deal,” Raven beamed. She just hoped that girl would be there and knowing Charles; he was thinking the same thing.

[cryptid-roads-0905]

Joseph Cameron Rhodes

“Hey, guys! Found Mothman! … Want a hit?”

“Ok, ok, let me just- I’m just saying hi to the monster! She's probably lonely!”

“I’ll be honest… I am very tired. And at this point, I would let the vampire lady bite me. At least she's hot.” 

Joseph Rhodes, or Cam, is an eighteen year old graduate from Bridgeton High School, in Bridgeton Ohio. Currently the group’s ‘village idiot,’ and personal funny man. Cam tends to name, as well as walk towards, most of the monsters that the group comes across. He’s usually the one to drive the van at night, when he can tell Xavier needs a break. He was also the school's local stoner, and musician, tending to smoke as well as play the guitar. 

Cam grew up with his father and older sister, his mother having run off with his fathers brother. His father was both emotionally abusive, as well as physical, neglecting, and verbally degrading him on a daily basis. His sister, Kallie, was just as bad. She would constantly bully him nearly everyday, and even was known to threaten to stab him everytime he threatened to call the police on her and his father. After his sister joined the military when he turned thirteen, he started to dissociate from it all. He barely came home, normally just staying at Xaviers house unless he had to grab something from home. When he left with the others, his father was already passed out drunk, so he was able to grab all his personal belongings. 

Cam met Xavier on their first day of first grade, Oliver in fourth, and Lizzie in sixth.  ______________________________________________________________

Minor Facts:

Cam isn’t scared of many things, so he's usually the one to purposefully come across the creatures they search for 

Whenever the group stops at a motel to relax, Cam is always the one still awake, usually smoking on the balcony and enjoying the stars 

Cam tends to flirt with Xavier a lot 

He hates history 

Oliver and Cam butt heads often 

He is allergic to peanuts 

Cam doesn’t get worried easily, but when he does he tends to hold onto Xaviers arm, or sleeve, him being his safe person

He is actually the oldest of the group 

Cam is pansexual 

He has a YouTube channel where he posts videos of their adventures, as well as a Tumblr page

Cam has many scars along his back where his sister used to mark him with taks

Despite others assumptions, Cam is actually a virgin 

He has nipple piercings 

He is actually very intelligent, and took many college level writing courses in high school

Cam enjoys being able to cuddle with all his friends, his love languages being words of appreciation, and physical affection ______________________________________________________________

Physical Appearance:  

Skin - Fair pale 

Eyes - Wide set, Caribbean blue 

Hair - Shaggy, ear length, dirty blonde

Body Type - Thin yet minor chub, square 

Lips - Thin, pale 

Nose - Small button 

Beauty Marks - Small moles on right side of chin, far left side of forehead, and the top side of the nose 

Height - 5,10 

Clothing: 

Head - Brown beanie 

Top - Green t-shirt, red flannel, black headphones 

Bottom - Dark blue jeans, brown combat boots 

Accessories - Black gauges and top piercings, black lip piercing, pack of cigarettes in pocket, red lighter in flannel pocket 

[blackinquisitors]

✅xavier

✅ Describe an ideal daily schedule for them.

5am (dawn): wake up

5:30am: do exercises- stretches, combat practice, archery practice, etc

7am: bathe

8am: cook breakfast and eat

9am: gossip with josephine

10am: go say good morning to dorian and make him a cup of tea

11am: meeting with the advisors 

1pm: lunch

2pm: go kiss up to visiting nobles and gain resources and alliances by playing the game expertly

4pm: loudly flirt with dorian in front of mother giselle and cassandra

5pm: finish up inquisitor business and whatever tasks/conversations need doing around skyhold

6:30pm: dinner

7:30pm: hang out in the tavern with friends

9pm: idk have sex with dorian

10pm: sleep

[elijahalvcrsen]

💀  * [ herman tommeraas + cis male + he/him ] —— have you met elijah halvorsen? they are a twenty two year old senior currently studying pre-law political science. they live on farrow house, and word around campus is that this pisces is jovial + empathetic, as well as spoiled + impulsive. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. owning more than one gym bag and using them far too often, the pricey scotch you got for your twenty first in a red solo cup, sweatpants and a shit eating grin. —— [ ooc: sam. 23. she/her & aest. ]

STATS.

full name: elijah xavier halvorsen

nickname(s): eli, lijah, whatever he’s not fussed

age: twenty two

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

hometown: weston, massachusetts

date of birth: mar 19th ( pisces )

occupation: student ( pre-law political science, senior )

relationship status: single

drink / smoke / drugs: yes / no / yes

faceclaim: herman tommeraas

positive traits: jovial, empathetic, intuitive, adventurous, protective, gallant 

negative traits: spoiled, impulsive, overly trusting, narcissistic, reckless, boisterous

if he was in a hogwarts house: gryffindor

MORE INFO.

youngest of four boys ( fully realising i’ve made two youngest brothers from two all boys families ...... anyways ) + a legacy = its been a while since holloway hasn’t had at least one halvorsen

the absolute baby of the family, completely coddled and massive mama’s boy 

decided to aim for law school in a bid to stand out from his brothers, and according to google, political science is one of the most popular pre law majors so thats what he did. he likes it, but it’s definitely been something he’s had to learn to like. the dream of law school is the big driver as well as his parents pride and encouragement obv

definitely a bit of a dickhead when he’s with The Boys(TM) but at his core he’s a good boy, a good egg. he’s very loving and very caring but would be hard to believe if u met him when he’s with his boys – big frat boy energy which is tragic

hella fuck boy vibes but like don’t see him actually fucking around that much ??? hella making out with girls at parties, hella flirting, but drinks his respects women juice daily and kinda would rather be in a relationship before doing anything much further

that being said: would absolutely send a “dont kill urself ur so sexy aha” snapchat un-ironically if given the opportunity

in terms of the merders: he’s more concerned about looking after people he cares about and people he’s close to than like thinking he’ll be a target dskjfhszl he’s far, far too narcissistic to think he can be killed lmaoo

summary: short king and big himbo, pure of heart dumb of ass

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[iwritethingstoo]

On The Run

Character: Dark!Gambit/Remy LeBeau x OFC (Kimi), Dark!Marvel

A/N: This is written for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​‘s  #sweatersanyficchallenge . Written with insporation from the Taylor Kitsch version of Gambit

This is a follow-up to In The Cards, but it’s not necessary to read that one before reading this. It is appreciated though.

Prompt: If I die, I’m haunting you first

Warnings: Dark!Gambit, mentions of loss of virginity, abuse and Non-Con, violence, swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: After a tough first night, these 2 unlikely companions will have to work together to survive.

Kimi sat at the small table shuffling her tarot cards absent-mindedly while looking around the motel room she and her companion had chosen for the night.

She looked to the man whom she had been traveling with. In the time they had been together, she had come to know him as two people: Remy and Gambit.

Remy was strong and smart, but seemed a touch sad and lonely. He was also a flirt; often calling her Cher and kissing her hand. Kimi couldn’t tell if he liked her if that was just his personality shining through.

Gambit, on the other hand, was mysterious and a bit scary. He had forcefully taken her virginity on the first night they were together. At first, she was intrigued by him, but now she wanted nothing to do with him.

They were currently on the run from the X-Men. Their leader, Charles Xavier, wanted her to join them, but didn’t tell her that she wouldn’t be able to leave. She only learned that when Remy grabbed her from Xavier’s car and carried her away. That was 1 week ago. Since then, they had been staying in a new place every night.

Kimi shook her head and brought herself back to the little room. She looked down and saw that one of her tarot cards was lying face up on the table: The Tower. ‘What kind of sudden change?’ she thought as she drew another card. She stared at the 5 of Cups and she began to worry. Kimi had the ability to read tarot with unerring accuracy. This was why the X-Men wanted her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind. The 5 of Cups signified loss, bereavement and all the emotions that came with it. She didn’t have any family or close friends and that really only left herself. ‘It doesn’t necessarily mean….’ Her thought broke off as Remy stood from the bed.

“Are you sure you want to go back there, Cher? You and I both know, they’ll be waiting for us.” he looked sincerely concerned.

“We have to.” She nodded. “There’s something I need to get.” Today, they would be within walking distance of her old shop with her upstairs apartment. She hadn’t seen it since the day her life changed courses. She gathered her cards and slipped them into her pocket as she stood up. They left the motel room and headed towards the shopping district.

Kimi was about to turn the corner to her old block, but Remy stopped her and looked first. When he turned around, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Last chance to back out.”

She shook her head and he handed her his bo staff. They turned the corner together and, even though they didn’t see anyone, walked cautiously to the shop. Just as Kimi reached the door, she noticed that it was open. She nudged it open with the staff and what she saw, brought her to tears. The place had been ransacked. All the drawers were open and their contents thrown across the room. The table and chairs where she used to read the cards for customers had been upturned and lay broken amongst the mess.

“Cher, we have to hurry. I hear someone coming. Go. I’ll stay here and keep whoever it is, busy.” Kimi wiped her eyes and nodded. She ran up the stairs and knelt on the floor where her bed should have been. One good thing about this mess was that she didn’t have to move it to get to the loose floorboard that was normally hidden. It looked as though no one had discovered her secret. She pried the wood up and looked into the small hole. There was a small box, no bigger than her tarot deck. She lifted it and examined it.

To any other person it was just a small block of wood with no opening, but she knew how to open it. Her grandmother had given it to her with her tarot deck and told her that the two were connected. She could still hear her grandmother’s words, ‘The right card will be the key to both this box and your life. When the time comes, it will open.’ Somehow Kimi knew now was the right time. She reached into her pocket and drew a card from the deck. As she held it against the box, she looked at the artwork. It depicted an angel with one foot in a river and the other on land. The angel was pouring liquid from one jar to another. Temperance showed a need for balance; a coming together of two things or people.

Kimi heard a small click and returned the card to her pocket. The box was open and inside was a silver oval-shaped locket. She took it carefully in her hand and set the box on the floor. Holding the locket to her chest, Kimi remembered her mother wearing it daily and only removing it to sleep.

“I didn’t think you would actually come back.” Kimi hadn’t heard anyone enter the room. She turned around to see Cyclops standing there with a stern look on his face.

“I have got to ask you. What’s up with the visor?” She clasped the locket around her neck as he began to speak.

“It helps me to control my powers.”

“Oooo. What kind of powers do you have?” Kimi smiled giddily.

“Energy beams that can destroy mountains.”

“From your eyes? Like laser beams? Can you only destroy mountains?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?” It was obvious that he was quickly becoming exasperated with her.

“You don’t have to be such a grump about it.”

“How about this? Come with us and I will answer all of your questions.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you or your paraplegic leader.” Kimi took a fighting stance with the bo staff held in front of her. She was nowhere near proficient with it, but Remy had shown her a few moves. She didn’t want to be a burden to him in a fighting situation so she begged him after their last confrontation with the X-Men until he gave in.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Please, just come have a civil conversation with us. Let Xavier tell you about all the good we do.”

“Why are you defending him? He’s an ass that will use whatever he can to get his way and I won’t stand for it.”

“You don’t understand. He wants to help you. He can train you, help you learn and strengthen your abilities.”

“Help me? That must be a joke.” She scoffed. “After what I’ve been through? And have you seen the state of my shop? That man is insane and so are you if you think this is helping anyone.” She spat at him.

“If that’s the way you want it, we’ll do this your way.” He reached up and pressed a button on the side of his visor. A red energy beam shot out of his eyes and made contact with the floor at Kimi’s feet causing her to fall through to the shop below.

‘I guess that answers one of my questions.’ She waved the dust from the air and saw Remy fighting a woman with white hair and skin the color of chocolate. At the moment, she had lightning crackling around her hands and up her arms.

“Storm? What are you doing here?” Cyclops jumped down the hole and spoke to the woman.

“The Professor sent me to help you.” Storm relaxed and the lightning subsided.

“Leave it to Xavier to send one of the most powerful X-Men to help retrieve a simple woman.” As they spoke to each other, Remy extended his hand to Kimi and helped her to her feet.

“Is she really that strong?” Kimi whispered to Remy who nodded.

“We need to get out of here. This is too dangerous now.” he whispered back.

“Remy, I want you to know that if I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“Is that a promise, Cher?” He gave her a smirk and turned back to Storm and Cyclops who had already returned their attention to the runaways.

Storm’s blue eyes glowed white and the air began to stir. She sent a forceful gust of wind at Remy that sent him flying backwards into the wall. He stood and shook the rubble from the crumbling wall off his shoulders. Kimi saw that his eyes had darkened. She gulped; the situation just went from bad to worse. She hadn’t seen Gambit in a week. Her heartbeat picked up as she relived the trauma.

‘No, not now.’ She fought against the thoughts freezing her in place and took a deep breath. She tightened her grip on the bo staff and faced Cyclops. She swung the staff and aimed for his legs to knock him down, but he jumped, avoiding her attack. This left her wide open and he took the opportunity to punch for her jaw. Kimi’s wide swing caused her to stumble back and she watched as his fist passed inches from her face.

She regained her composure and tried again; this time aiming for his head. Kimi felt the vibration up her arm when Cyclops grabbed the staff before it could hit. He pressed his visor to send an energy beam that would hit her directly, but a tornado from across the room picked her up and the beam missed her. Kimi was thrown against the wall and landed next to Gambit. He let out a growl, grabbed Kimi and ran out of the building, stopping only to throw several of his playing cards which exploded when they reached the two X-Men.

When they were far enough away to be safe, he set Kimi down and she saw that his eyes had returned to their normal color. ‘Thank goodness.’ She couldn’t deal with Gambit on top of everything else right now. They continued walking and after a few minutes Remy spoke.

“What did we go there for anyways?”

“This.” She grabbed the locket. “It was my mother’s.” She looked down and saw that it was now charred and mangled, no longer resembling the oval it once had. Tears formed in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. ‘Maybe the inside is still salvageable.’ She tried to pry it open, but that only resulted in the whole piece crumbling to dust. Kimi dropped to her knees and put her head in her hands as she let it all out. She had lost her only home and the last possession of her mother’s in one day. What did she have left? She only had the clothes on her back and the cards in her pocket.

As though on cue, she felt the pull of the deck. She tried to ignore it, but the tarot had a mind of their own. She took hold of a card and raised it to eye level. It was the 10 of Swords; rock bottom. How could things get any worse? She returned the card to the deck, but did not move from her spot on the ground.

“We can’t stay here, Cher. We have to find somewhere to shelter for the night.” Remy took her gently in his arms bridal style and started for the nearest motel.

The next morning, Kimi woke up with a determination she had never known. The X-Men, and especially Xavier, needed to pay for taking everything from her. She and Remy decided to train more with the bo staff today. After an hour of practice, Remy suggested that they take a break for the day and find something to eat and drink. He left to grab food and while he was gone, Kimi took a shower.

They sat on the motel floor and ate in silence until Kimi had finished half of her sandwich. She washed it down with a sip of water before clearing her throat.

“Tell me about the X-Men. I need to know more about our enemies.”

“You can’t go looking for trouble. I’m teaching you to protect yourself against one or two, but there are more of them than a small army.”

“I need to know what we’re up against. Obviously, they aren’t going to stop.” Remy paused and let out a sigh before starting.

“Most of them are mutants; a type of human with superhuman abilities. Some are normal humans. The most important thing to know is that they are all trained and dangerous if you oppose them.”

“We’re already opposing them and we can’t run forever. We have to take a stand at some point.” Kimi argued.

“I’m sure we will, but I want you to be more prepared before that. No sense walking in there with nothing, Cher. You have to be patient.” He looked into her eyes hoping that she could see how serious this was. “For now, we have to move. Can’t stay in one place for too long.”

They had been walking in silence for a couple hours when Remy grew tense. He grabbed several cards from his trenchcoat’s inner pocket and threw them. They exploded just moments after Kimi saw a blur move from that spot and towards them. Where the blur landed, a man stood with broad shoulders and what looked like metal blades coming out of his knuckles.

“We need to talk.” He had a deep gruff voice.

“Logan.” Remy said curtly. “Not you too.” He didn’t wait for a response before running in and throwing a punch. Logan countered by running his blades through Remy’s abdomen. Remy fell to the ground, bleeding. Kimi felt tears welling in her eyes. She did the only thing she knew to do and took an unsure stance. She couldn’t possibly win, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. She waited to see what the man would do and was surprised when he retracted the blades into his knuckles.

“Don’t just stand there. We need to get him inside and treat his wounds.” He picked up the unconscious Remy and waited for Kimi to follow him.

“I don’t understand. Why are you helping? You just stabbed him.”

“Remy is too hasty for his own good, but your mother asked me to help you.”

“My mother died when I was 6.”

“No,” He shook his head. “She’s alive and in the Xavier Institute in New York.”

“Why would she be there?”

“Your mother is a mutant.”

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@nellblazer​, @official-and-unstable-satan​