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sweeter-innocence-fics · 4 years ago

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Hold a Lover Close - Chapter One

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Reader, side Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Summary: You are Charles' Xavier's daughter. Your dad and his new husband have gone away on their honeymoon, leaving you alone with your new step-brother, Peter. Things get complicated.

Modern, no mutations AU.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4239

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Notes: Reader and Peter are (very recently) stepsiblings. Read at your own risk.

Also, in this fic, Charles is an ambulatory wheelchair user, to account for the serum weirdness in the x-men movies.

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You were happy for your dad. Really. You watched him as he hefted his bag into the back of a cab, about to leave for his honeymoon. You wanted to offer to help, but he hated being coddled.

“Try not to miss me too much, sweetheart,” he said when he caught you staring. You tried to smile at him, but your lip started to wobble. His expression changed to one of concern, and you felt bad for upsetting him. This was supposed to be the happiest time of his life. He rolled his wheelchair towards you and pulled you down into a hug. His palm was flat between your shoulder blades, rubbing soothing circles there.

“I love you, dad,” you said, and he kissed your forehead.

“I love you too.” He pulled back, hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes. “You’re my world, you know that, right?” You nodded. He brushed away a stray tear that was rolling down your cheek. “But Erik and Peter are a part of that world now too.”

“I know.”

“Come on, Charles, we need to get going if we’re going to catch our flight.” Speak of the devil, your new step-dad, Erik, was standing with one hand on the car door. Your dad gave you one more tight hug.

“I’ll call you when we land, okay?” he said. You nodded again, not trusting yourself to speak.

You should’ve been happier. You were eighteen, and you were about to be left unsupervised for two whole weeks. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was changing. Your dad had sold your old house, and just weeks before the wedding, you’d moved in with Erik and Peter. It was weird. It had been just you and your dad for as long as you could remember, and now there were a whole lot more variables to consider.

Peter and his dad didn’t even hug goodbye. Their relationship was weird. Peter had been raised by his mother for most of his life, but a few years back, he went to live with his dad so he could go to a better school. Your school. That was where this had all started.

Your dad and his dad had run into each other at a parent-teacher event, and the tension had been palpable. You found out, after you’d gone home, that they had dated when they were in their 20s. Their relationship had ended in a spectacular fashion. Evidently, the spark was still there, because a couple of weeks later, you’d come home early from a sleepover to find them making out on the couch. The rest was history.

You watched your dad clap Peter on the shoulder by way of a goodbye, and then murmur something that sounded suspiciously like “take care of your sister,” before getting into the cab. Peter looked at you then, and you flushed bright red.

It was bad enough that you had cried in front of him. Peter probably thought you were a baby who needed to be babysat, when in reality, he was less than a year older than you. You swallowed the rest of your tears, and waved goodbye as the cab drove off down the suburban street.

“Are you alright?” asked Peter when your dads were out of sight.

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to keep the shaking out of your voice. You felt weak and soft and sensitive, and you hated it. You turned quickly and went back into the house. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you ascended the stairs, but didn’t look back at him. Instead, you went straight to your room and closed the door.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Peter. Peter was sweet, and funny, and charming when he wanted to be. He was also a real pain in the ass. But you liked him. You just felt very weird about the entire situation, and wanted to be alone. Or at least, you’d thought you did.

Here, in your room, you were lonely. All you could think is that you wished that you were home. You missed your old house. You’d never felt lonely there. That place had been the perfect size for just you and your dad, and you had so many memories there.

You had cried when the decorators had painted over your height chart on the wall to get it ready for the new owners. You had cried as you took down the tyre swing in the yard. You had hidden your tears when Peter and Erik came over to help you shift boxes to the new house.

There was gentle tapping on your bedroom door. You sighed, scrubbing at your face with your hand. You felt pathetic.

“Yeah?” you called out. The door opened a fraction and Peter stuck his head in.

“Hey, do you wanna watch a movie or something? I’m bored.”

You were pretty sure this had nothing to do with boredom, and everything to do with your dad telling him to take care of you.

“I have popcorn,” he added, grinning at you enticingly. You glanced out of your bedroom window. It was getting dark.

“Sure,” you said. “I don’t have anything better to do.” Peter’s smile faded. You knew you weren’t being fair to him. In trying not to show your sadness, you had become prickly and abrasive. He didn’t deserve that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to apologise. Instead, you followed him downstairs in silence.

“What do you wanna watch?” he asked when you walked into the living room. You shrugged. The idea of making a choice felt suddenly insurmountable. You wanted to go to bed.

But you didn’t. You didn’t want to worry Peter.

“I’m easy,” you said, flopping down on the sofa.

“Have you seen Hush?”

“No.”

“It’s a horror movie about a deaf woman who lives in the woods being menaced by a serial killer. Do you wanna watch it?”

You shifted in your seat, battling your desire to immediately say no to whatever was offered to you.

“Sure,” you said, trying to smile.

“Not scared, are you?” Peter grinned at you.

“No, I’m not scared.”

“It’s on Netflix,” he said, passing you the remote. “If you pull it up, I’ll make the popcorn.”

“Fine by me.” You switched on the TV and waited for it to load up. In the kitchen, you could hear the microwave going, and the sound of popcorn popping. You smiled a little then. Peter was trying so hard.

When he came back in, holding the bag of popcorn, two glasses and a cold bottle of Coke, you had the movie all ready to go. He was balancing everything in his hands awkwardly, so you took the glasses off of him, before he caused a disaster. Peter was good at causing disasters. He did everything far too fast.

“What flavour is it?” you asked, sticking your hand into the bag of popcorn and pulling out a handful.

“Hey, the movie hasn’t even started yet.” He held the bag away from you. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “And it’s sweet and salted.”

“Perfect.”

The movie was good. The light outside faded as time went on, leaving the two of you fully in the dark, except for the light from the tv screen. The sugar and salt and caffeine buoyed your spirits.

For most of the movie, Peter kept up a cocky, disaffected attitude, but at one particular jump-scare he let out a high-pitched shriek and dropped the popcorn bag. Thankfully, it was almost empty at that point, because its contents spilled out all over the floor.

“God, Peter, control your limbs,” you said, grabbing his arm. “I thought you’d seen this movie before.”

“I have. I guess I wasn’t paying that much attention the first time around.”

“Right.”

You didn’t notice that you were still holding his arm until he wrenched it out of your grip.

“Ow!”

It was a very tense moment in the movie, and you’d been unconsciously digging your nails into his wrist.

“Sorry!” You held up your hands.

“I feel like I’m under attack here,” he said, but even in the darkness you could see him grinning.

When the movie was over, you took the glasses and the trash back into the kitchen, while Peter swept up the popcorn mess he made earlier. You were stacking the dishwasher when he came into the room.

“That was good, right?”

“Yeah, it was fun,” you said, and you meant it. “I’m gonna go to bed now. Try not to get too scared without me.” As you walked past him, he held out a hand to stop you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” At your blank expression, he pressed on. “I know this whole situation is… new… and weird. And change is hard and you miss your old place. And now you’re stuck with me for two weeks, and you’re not that enthused about it.”

“Peter-”

“But I’m just trying to say that I get it, you know? So if you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

“Peter…” You felt guilty that he’d evidently picked up on your discomfort. You wanted to say ‘I don’t need a babysitter’, but that was unfair, he was just trying to be kind. Instead, you said, “Thank you. I appreciate it.” You stepped past him into the hallway. “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight.”

As much as you’d kept your cool while you were watching the movie, alone in your bedroom was a different story. You had brushed your teeth hurriedly, your eyes fixed on a point behind you in the mirror.

You silently thanked your dad for the blackout curtains, because anything less would’ve made you feel like you were in a fishbowl right now. All of the lights in your room were on. It was stupid, you knew, but it made you feel better.

You were too pent up and anxious to sleep, but you knew one thing that always managed to relax you. From the bottom of your sock drawer, you retrieved your vibrator.

Peter had watched you go upstairs to your room, feeling forlorn. You had seemed upset. He had promised Charles that he’d take care of you. Now he had two dads to try not to disappoint.

His feet felt heavy as he cleaned up the rest of the popcorn he’d spilled. This was going to be a long two weeks if you could barely stand to be around him.

As he scraped the last of the popcorn into the bin, a shape at the corner of his eye made him jump. Heart racing, he turned to see that it was just your black cardigan hanging over a chair.

He still felt jittery from the movie. It shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did – he wasn’t even alone in the house, after all – but it was hard to think of anything else. He waited until he was at the bottom of the stairs to switch off the downstairs lights, and then sprinted up the stairs. He hadn’t decided to run, but once he’d started moving, his feet had overtaken him.

The landing light was on. You must’ve left it on. Right? He was anxious for no reason. Of course he was.

He stood outside your door for a moment longer than he intended, and he heard a loud thud. He paused. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

What if someone had come in through your window? He was supposed to take care of you. What if someone was in your room right now? No, of course not. That was stupid. He was being paranoid.

He stood frozen, listening for any sign of an intruder. For thirty seconds, there was nothing. He exhaled, and took a step towards his own bedroom door, but then he heard what sounded like a muffled, cut-off cry of pain, as if someone had tried to silence you, and instinctively leapt into action.

He burst into your room, on high alert for any sign of danger. He realised two seconds too late that there was no danger. There was only you, your head thrown back against your pillow with your hand over your mouth. Your other hand holding your vibrator between your spread legs. Your shirt was rucked up, revealing just the underside of your breasts, but you weren’t wearing panties, so he could see the wetness gathering between your legs.

Your eyes shot open.

“Peter,” you shrieked. He immediately covered his eyes and backed out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he said, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get out. He shut the door behind him and stumbled his way down the stairs.

He was an idiot. An absolute idiot. Why did he have to burst in like that? Obviously you weren’t in danger. His stomach churned hotly. He tried to focus on that, because it distracted him from the stirring in his pants.

He went back downstairs into the living room and shut the door behind him. He was half-hard, trying not to think about you with your legs spread wide. It wasn’t working. The image of you was seared into his brain, and he was eighteen and his dick didn’t get the memo that you were his stepsister now.

It wasn’t like he’d never thought about it before. But things were different now. You were supposed to be family.

He adjusted himself in his boxers, trying to alleviate the discomfort. He couldn’t jerk off now. There was no way it wouldn’t be weird.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but you. His plans were scuppered by your footsteps coming down the stairs. He heard you hesitate outside the living room door, the floorboards creaking under your feet. There was a tentative knock.

“Yeah?” he called out. His voice sounded strained. As the door opened, he pulled his t-shirt down as far as he could, trying to hide his obvious hard-on.

“Peter?” You were standing in the doorway, wearing an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Peter swallowed and forced himself to look you in the eye.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, “I should’ve knocked, I was just really freaked out because of the movie and I thought that someone had broken into your room. And then I heard this thud, and I-”

“Peter, breathe,” you said, taking a step towards him. He tensed. “I just knocked a book off my bedside table.”

“I’m so-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “It happens. I was pretty on edge from the movie too, which is why…” You trailed off.

Oh great, now he was thinking about you masturbating to deal with your anxiety. Just perfect. Peter gulped again, pulling his t-shirt down. Your eyes followed the movement, and he was sure you could see that he was hard.

“Peter…” you said. He couldn’t look at you. He was so ashamed. His eyes were screwed shut, but he heard you take a few tentative steps towards him. Even though he’d heard you approach, he still nearly jumped out of his skin when your fingertips brushed the back of his hand.

He opened his eyes and looked down at you. You were looking up at him, your eyes big and shiny and bright, and he felt his heart twist. When had you gotten so pretty? His lips parted, as if to speak, but he had no idea what to say.

“Peter,” you repeated, sounding a little breathless. That was far more attractive that it had any right to be. Staring straight up into his eyes, you licked your lips.

Something inside of him snapped. He closed the distance between you and kissed you hard. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, and sliding your tongue into his mouth. The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the wall, your mostly bare legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed and bit and licked your neck.

“Peter,” you groaned. You could feel his boner pressing against your inner thigh.

“Mhm?” he said, biting your earlobe.

“Let’s go upstairs?” Doing this in the living room felt too exposed. You expected him to put you down, but instead, he slung you over his shoulder. You shrieked as he carried you, one hand resting on your ass for safety.

After a moment’s hesitation on the landing, he took you into your room and dropped you down onto the bed. You hit the mattress with a thump, and then he was covering your body with his, laying kisses all along your jaw.

You felt something pressing into your back. You pushed Peter away for the briefest moment so that you could sit up and feel around for the offending object. It was your vibrator. Peter’s expression turned from confusion to lust. Before you could stop him, he had taken it out of your hand.

He switched it on, and your body had a Pavlovian reaction to the quiet buzzing it made. You shifted, uncomfortably wet.

“Can I use this on you?” he asked, and you were pretty sure your heart stopped. You flopped back onto your pillow with closed eyes.

“Yes.”

Peter didn’t touch you for a moment. You heard the buzzing, but had no idea what he was planning until you felt the vibrator touching your nipple through your shirt.

“Fuck,” you gasped, throwing your head back.

“You like that?” he teased. Normally, you would elbow him for that, but right now you couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

You could feel his fingers against your other breast, circling your nipple. Tentatively, he pushed up your shirt, letting your boobs escape.

“Fuck, babygirl…” He took a moment to just appreciate your boobs, squeezing them and feeling their weight in his hands. “You’re incredible.”

You were sure you were blushing, but you didn’t much care when he pressed the vibrator to your bare nipple. You let out a moan and wrapped your legs around him tighter, trying to grind up against him.

“I want to see you,” said Peter, one hand on your hip. “Can I take these off?”

You nodded fervently and pulled off your t-shirt over your head while he tugged down your shorts and panties. When you were fully naked, he hovered over you, staring down at your body. Before you could feel self-conscious, he was kissing you again. It felt weird that he was still mostly fully clothed, but you couldn’t complain as he kissed his way down your body.

“Peter,” you gasped as he reached your pubic mound. Gently he pushed your thighs apart, revealing your pussy.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said, tracing your labia with a fingertip. You trembled under his touch.

You couldn’t contain a moan when he dipped his tongue between your folds, tasting you. You pulled him closer to you with your legs, trying to grab his hair, but he pulled away.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” he said, picking up the vibrator again. He pressed it into your hand. “Show me how you use this. I want to see you get yourself off.”

He was staring right at your face from between your thighs. You would’ve thought that this would make you uncomfortable, but in reality, it was supremely hot. You switched on the vibrator and held it to your clit. The vibrations sent pleasure right down to the tips of your fingers and toes. You let out breathy moan.

Peter nibbled at your inner thigh, and you gasped, pressing the vibrator harder on your clit.

“That’s so fucking hot, baby,” he said, and then you felt his finger probing at your entrance. “Can I?”

“Yes. Please.” You sounded incredibly desperate as he slid one finger inside you. “Oh fuck.” Taking that as a good sign, Peter began to move his finger in and out, tentatively fucking you with it. “More. Peter, I need more.”

With a shit-eating grin, Peter added a second finger. Your leg began to shake. As he fingerfucked you, you realised that you were close.

“Peter, I- I’m gonna-”

He dug the fingers of his free hand into the meat of your thigh and sped up his ministrations.

“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me.” You came like that, with your vibrator on your clit and Peter’s fingers inside you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You pulled the vibrator away. It was too much. Peter looked a little disappointed, as he pulled his fingers out.

“I could feel you clenching around my fingers,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I wonder how that’d feel around my cock.”

“Why don’t you come and find out?” you said, spreading your legs to make room for him. He stood up and dropped a quick, chaste kiss on your lips.

“One sec.”

You sat up as he left the room. You barely had time to wonder where he’d gone when he was back, condom in hand. He seemed a little self-conscious as he stripped off his shirt and sweatpants, so you stood up and went to him.

“What-” His question was cut off as you felt him through his boxers. He was incredibly hard.

“That all for me?” you asked coyly.

“All for you.” He leant in and kissed you. You slipped your hand into his underwear and grasped his cock. He let out a deep groan that went straight to your pussy. He kicked his underwear off, and you took the condom from his hand, removing it from its wrapper and sliding it straight onto his cock. “Fuck. Baby. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

“Bossy,” you said, but you did what you were told. You didn’t even know Peter could be authoritative, but you found it incredibly hot.

On your hands and knees, you felt him behind you. His hands came to rest on your ass, almost uncertain.

“Peter, I need you to fuck me,” you begged. To your surprise, he gently smacked your ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to make your pussy clench.

“You like that? You wanna be spanked?”

“Yes,” you admitted. He slapped your ass again, harder this time, and you let out a keening moan.

“God, you’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He spanked you. “You need to be punished.”

“Please, Peter,” you whined. “I need your cock in me. I’ve been a good girl.” He spanked you again, and your back arched at the sensation.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” You felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His fingers laced their way into your hair, gripping it and pulling your head back. You let a deep moan of pleasure as he pushed all the way into you. You’d never felt so full.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” His cock was a little above average in length, so it was easily hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Peter grunted. You clenched around him, and his hips stuttered. Suddenly his lips were against your ear and he was plastered along your back. “God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. You’ve always been so uptight. Who knew that all you needed was to be dicked down?”

“Peter.” He had such a filthy mouth, and every word was pushing you closer to the edge. His hand was suddenly tangled in your hair again, pressing your face into the mattress. You fumbled for your vibrator again, sliding your hand between your legs and holding it against your clit. Peter let out a gasp, and you knew he must be feeling the vibrations too.

He slapped your ass one last time, and that was all it took. You climaxed for the second time, clenching and trembling and shuddering around him. You felt his movements speed up and grow erratic, as his words devolved into nothing but incoherent moans as he came.

You collapsed onto the bed, and he fell with you, lying on top of you. You felt his dick slide out of you. After a moment, he pulled away.

You had hoped that he would lie down beside you, that he would cuddle you, but he didn’t. When you turned to look at him, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, staring down at you.

“Peter?”

“That was… That was wrong,” he said. “We can’t do that again. I’m so sorry.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed in your chest. You had thought that something like this might happen but you didn’t think it would be so quickly.

“Peter…” You took a deep breath. “This wasn’t just some spontaneous thing for me. It wasn’t that I was horny and you were the nearest person. I’ve liked you for a long time.” He stood up abruptly.

“We can’t. You’re my stepsister,” he said, and your heart sank.

“I know,” you said quietly. “But I don’t see you as a brother, and I never will.” You could see him biting his lip hard. “Peter?”

Peter didn’t say anything more. He left the room, and you were alone. With tears in your eyes, you tried to make the bed look like it hadn’t just been fucked in. Even when you were satisfied that it was tidy, it still smelled like sex and like Peter. You lay down alone, staring at the ceiling. You cried yourself to sleep that night.

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earnestly-endlessly · 3 years ago

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hi do you have any jealous!erik fic recs?? thank you :))

Thanks for the ask anon. I have so many Jealous Erik fics for you, and there are probably more out there but I'm sure you'll find some great fics here. Enjoy!!

Jealous Erik

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.

Puppy Love – sareyen

Summary: One day, Erik Lehnsherr overhears Charles Xavier - the man he has been crushing on for the better part of a year - talking about someone called 'Logan' waiting for him in his bed at home. Erik hadn't known that Charles was in a relationship, and his heart definitely did not break when he saw Charles's soft and tender smile whenever he talked about this 'Logan'.

So, Erik tries to forget about his feelings for his co-worker who has a boyfriend called Logan, a boyfriend that he seems to love very much.

But, Erik apparently missed the memo about Logan being a dog.

The Regrettable Watersports Test My Dedicated Boyfriend Passed With Flying Colors – KesaKo

Summary: As Charles will quickly realize, watersports are not about swimming pools.

Since they've been seeing each other, Charles has always been excited to try new things with Erik. Whether it’s a new café or something kinky in bed, he is always enthusiastic and eager, and Erik always says yes.

Magneto is a bit surprised when the telepath asks him if they can go on a watersports date in the city, but — well… He simply can't tell him no.

They go to a place where people play watersports. The horror on Charles' face is a bit of a relief.

Shared Custody – smilebackwards

Summary: "I would like to date your sister," Azazel tells Charles after he makes a particularly fine point about Descartes' Discourse on the Method for which Azazel has no rebuttal.

What is mine – kiyla

Summary: While relaxing at a bar, Charles is drunk and flirting with pretty girls while Erik is sitting at their table, looking bored. When the metal fixtures around them threaten to start melting, Charles realises that it's not boredom his friend feels, but jealousy.

The One Hour Compromise – thesilverarrow

Summary: As soon as he steps into the motel room, Erik shoves the door closed and shoves him back against it.

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.

Insecurity & Misunderstanding – humanveil

Summary: “Something's off with you."

“I'm fine.”

“Yes, because telling me you're 'fine' is going to reassure me.”

“It's nothing.”

“It's Hank."

The Beat that My Heart Skips – Black_Betty

Summary: Raven drags Erik out to the club, ostensibly for some work-related "team building." She also invites her stodgy academic brother along. Erik anticipates awkward dance moves and a night of second hand embarrassment. What he gets is something else entirely...

I can cut you into pieces when my heart is broken – BrighDream

Summary: Soon after being freed from the Pentagon, Erik realizes how Charles and Hank seem to be closer than ever.

Predictably, he doesn't like this at all, and ends up confronting Charles about it in his apartment in Paris.

Cue to some rough and possessive sex and a lot of feelings on both sides.

Gold rush – adlerirene

Summary: It's New Year's Eve, and Charles is hosting a function to raise money for the Mutant Community Centre downtown.

Or, the one where people flirt with Charles, and Erik gets jealous. Then someone flirts with Erik, and Charles stakes his claim.

Four Letters and Ends With a K – late_bloomer

Summary: Let it be known that Erik Lehnsherr, LL.B, is a master strategist, not deterred easily and adept in gathering information to win a case.

Let it also be known that he might be a little (or a lot, really) in love with his colleague Charles Xavier, LL.B.

So when he overheard and learned a very important clue about Charles’ object of affection, he vowed to do everything to find out who it is.

Communication is key (or something like that) – Essiggurke

Summary: Living with Charles and Raven was probably the best thing that had happened to Erik in a long time. Even though Charles is messy and attention-seeking and ridiculous and fun and smart and cute and no, Erik is not in love with him! Why would you even say that?

or:

Erik needs an embarrassingly long time to realize his feelings for Charles. Once he does there is only one thing he can do. Ignoring them and hoping they will go away. Preferably, along with the annoying brunette women, Charles seems to like.

Yours – pinkoptics

Summary: Charles knows that Erik is protective of the things that he owns. His clothes are always immaculately presented, his suitcase is neatly ordered, and his words are carefully spoken. It's a meticulousness that borders on obsession, but what concern is it of his? It isn't, not until Charles begins to realise that there's other things that Erik feels like he owns...

I can put you into pieces when my heart is broken – BrightDream

Summary: Soon after being freed from the Pentagon, Erik realizes how Charles and Hank seem to be closer than ever.

Predictably, he doesn't like this at all, and ends up confronting Charles about it in his apartment in Paris.

Cue to some rough and possessive sex and a lot of feelings on both sides.

A Cat Named Erik (The Very Next Day Remix) – JackyJango

Summary: One day, Logan breezes into their house like he bloody belongs there, with a cigar stubbed between his lips, a cat in hand and an expression so smug that Erik wants to do nothing more in that moment than burn Logan’s eyes with the said cigar.

'I found this cat while rescuing a building, Charles. He was homeless. I thought you'd like to keep him,’ Logan says. Erik begins to protest but Charles holds the cat and awws and coos, and Erik's protests die a strangled death. Logan smirks looking directly into Erik's eyes, and says, 'Oh, and the locals say that his name is Erik.'

Rum and Coke – JackyJango

Summary: Erik watches raptly as Charles sips on his scotch and coke; watches the high spots of colour on the apple of his cheeks, watches the line of his pale throat exposed above the blue t-shirt, the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows the drink, and his gentle hold on the flimsy plastic cup. A loose chestnut curl flails with the action.

Though the party is in full swing around them, Charles is only on his second drink. Not that Erik is keeping a tally-- of course-- he’s just bored.

Dog Days – dedkake

Summary: Erik doesn’t realize that the puppy he gets Charles for their one year anniversary will grow up to be a bear.

To tell the truth – flightinflame

Summary: Erik hates going out for drinks, and seeing Charles flirting. He hates the way the other man has an endless stream of people to take home. But if Charles offers the chance to have some fun, he'll take it - it's better than nothing.

Charles knows Erik doesn't want him, that their arrangement is just convenient. He still wants to make the most of it.

And Then I Saw Your Face – Penguins

Summary: High School AU.

Charles and Erik are in the same school together, they're best friends since they were five and they're both crushing hard only Erik is crushing on Charles while Charles is crushing on someone else...

Does It Feel Like This When – helens78

Summary: Erik keeps everything -- body, mind -- under wraps, leaving Charles no choice but to find other outlets for his desires. When those desires cut a little too close to home, though, everything comes out into the open.

Omega Online – miss_aphelion

Summary: Newly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn't helping at all, and Erik can't stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.

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bees--in-my--bones · 3 years ago

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Mercury - Chapter 5: Let's Pull Ourselves Together Before This All Goes Sideways

Chapter 4/ Chapter 6

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Character: Peter Maximoff x reader

Summary: Your friends are MIA and you're stuck at home. Everything's a mess. How are you gonna survive in a world with mutants exposed?

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, fear of loved ones getting hurt, needles, overcoming substance abuse

Words: 2300

A/N: Surprise! A chapter a day early! (Mostly because tomorrow is New Year's and I can't guarantee that I'll get a new chapter out lol) I hope you guys like this one! I know it probably seems slow but I like a good slowburn(ish) and I need the exposition before I get to the really cool parts. I also want to say feedback would be much appreciated! I would really love to know what people are thinking of the story so far!

You woke up to the faint sounds of the television set.

Suddenly you noticed a heavy weight on your head and realized with a start that you were leaning on Peter, not a stack of pillows, his head resting on yours.

Carefully, you slipped out from beneath him, trying to avoid waking him. You successfully freed yourself, and he flopped down on the couch. You winced, thinking you had woken him, but you heard a snore and figured he was still asleep. You suppressed a giggle at the strange way he was sprawled on the couch and turned to the TV, which was now playing a news segment. You turned the volume up a few notches.

A reporter spoke while showing footage from the Peace Summit. "Yesterday, the Paris Peace Summit was rocked by the appearance of unidentified assailants, the likes of which the world has never seen. Mass hysteria has gripped the nation as people ask: Where do they come from? Will they be back? And most importantly, are they friend or foe?"

The shot changed to the news anchor behind a desk. "That was London correspondent Toby Elliot reporting from the Paris Peace Summit yesterday."

You shut off the TV, not wanting to hear the rest, when you heard loud voices from the foyer.

Looking around for something to use as a weapon, you picked up a decorative candle.

"Y/N?" asked Peter groggily from behind you. "What's happening?"

"I think someone broke in," you whispered back.

He got up and fell in behind you as you crept towards the entryway. You rounded the corner and-

"Hank?"

Logan, Charles, and Hank stood in the entryway, looking exhausted. You guessed they hadn't met back up with Erik, then.

You ran up to Hank, crashing into him as you pulled him into a hug. "You guys scared the crap out of me."

"We're all fine," he reassured you. You pulled away and took a step back, and suddenly saw Hank's eyes widen. Following his gaze you turned and saw Peter lingering behind you. "What is he doing here?"

Okay, this was it. Summoning your courage, you spoke. "He's here to learn about his mutation."

Behind Hank, you saw Charles tense at the implications of your statement.

"So you've just been alone with a boy this whole time we've been gone," Hank said, giving you a pointed look, accusation in his voice.

Your face scrunched when you realized what he was implying. "Way to make it weird, Hank."

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Whatever, but we're coming back to this later. For now, we need to find out where Raven went."

Suddenly, Charles sagged and fell onto the ground with a thud.

"What happened?" asked Logan

Hank ignored him, moving towards Charles to help him up. "Come on, up," he said.

"Why can't he walk?" Peter asked.

"He needs his treatment," said Hank. Charles, now leaning heavily on Hank to stay upright, flinched, likely because of his powers returning.

"It's okay," he said through ragged breaths. "I'll make it stop. I'll get it."

He stumbled again, and Hank steadied him, helping him to sit on the floor. Hank turned to you. "Y/N, go get the injection. Add a little extra. He missed a dose."

You nodded and teleported into the lab.

Moving as fast as you could, you pulled out the stock of injection. You measured out his normal dosage, then added a few milliliters. You prepared the syringe, then teleported yourself back to the group.

"Got it," you said, holding up the syringe before passing it to Charles.

“Charles,” said Logan, warning in his voice.

Charles moved to inject himself, but paused when he met Logan’s eyes. They seem to reach an understanding of some kind. Determination enters Charles’ eyes and he lowers the syringe.

“Hank, do me a favor,” said Charles. “Would you help me to my study, please?”

You and Hank exchanged a look.

“Alright,” Hank responded. Your group made your way up the stairs and into Charles’ study, you and Peter trailing behind.

Hank pulled out Charles’ wheelchair from the corner it had been put in.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked the professor.

Charles’ mouth was set in a grim line, his face unreadable. “Absolutely not.”

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Your group walked towards the vast chamber that housed Cerebro. You were nervous. Charles had been dependent on alcohol and his injections for a long time, and you weren’t sure that quitting cold turkey was good for him.

“When was the last time you were down here?” asked Logan

“The last time we went looking for students,” Hank answered.

“A lifetime ago,” added Charles, his voice soft.

You, of course, had been down here plenty of times, trying to satisfy your curiosity. You had never been able to figure out how to get into Cerebro, though, and the curiosity was killing you.

Charles rolled up to the doorway and bent over to allow a panel to scan his retina. “Welcome, Professor,” said an electronic voice as the doors slid open.

You entered the room, and Hank began to turn on the equipment as he began to speak. “Raven's wounded, she won't be moving fast.”

Charles gingerly picked up the headset and blew off the dust that had built up on it over the years. “These are muscles I haven't stretched in a long time,” he said hesitantly, but put Cerebro on his head nonetheless, letting out a gasp.

His face betrayed the struggle in his mind. He tried to gain control, but he was quickly failing, letting out a loud scream.

“Charles!” cried Logan.

The dials on the machinery shattered, and Cerebro powered down.

After a beat of silence, Hank spoke. “Charles, it's alright. I'll go check the generator. Y/N, I need your help. Come on. Peter, you come too. How much energy do you think you can generate with that speed of yours?”

—--

As it turned out, a couple of fuses had blown. Hank sent Peter back to the lab to get the replacements and tools he needed.

“Hank, look,” you said. “I’m sorry for bringing Peter here without discussing it with anyone. I just thought that maybe I could convince Charles to open the school back up, once this is all over.”

“Why would we want to do that?” asked Hank. “You know exactly how that ended last time.”

“You can’t be serious, Hank. You know how important the school was to m- to a lot of mutants. Don’t you think it’s worth a second shot? “

“Yes,” he said, “but I worry that Charles isn’t ready for that.”

“I think it's exactly what he needs,” you said.

“Alrighty,” said Peter, appearing next to you and handing you the supplies you had sent him for. “I’ve got the goods.”

“Thank you Peter,” you said, tossing Hank the parts he needed and moving to work on your part.

“What’s that do?” asked Peter, peering over your shoulders.

“It’s a fuse,” you told him. “When a circuit overloads, it melts and stops the current to prevent damage, which is why the power in Cerebro went out. Charles is probably having difficulty controlling his powers after not using them for so long.”

Finishing your work, you stepped back just in time to see Hank do the same.

“Well, that should have done it,” he said. “Let’s get back up there.”

Peter turned to you. “I’ve got Hank. Let’s see who's faster now,” he said with a wink.

He moved behind Hank, steadying the back of Hank’s neck.

“Wait,” said Hank. “What are you doing?”

You grinned. “Three, two, one, go!”

The next moment you were in Cerebro, Peter right beside you, and Hank looking a bit green.

“I’d say that was a tie.”

Peter scoffed. “You only say that because you lost.”

“I did not-”

“Quiet, children,” said Hank. He turned to look at Charles. “Power's back on”

“Yes. Yes, it is,” Charles responded with an intense look in his eye, and you got the feeling that something had happened while you were gone.

Charles rolled back up to the machinery and placed Cerebro on his head. He was strangely quiet for a long time, before he finally took Cerebro off.

“Where is she?” asked Logan.

“She's in an airport,” said Charles, “boarding a plane.”

“A plane to where?”

“Washington, D.C.”

“Alright, guys,” said Hank, giving you a look. “There's something Y/N and I need to show you."

Your group filed into Hank's lab and stopped in front of a system of computers and monitors. "This the system we’ve been designing," said Hank. "I set it up to record any news about Paris, over all three networks and PBS."

“All three? Wow," said Logan, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Yeah, and PBS," Hank replied, apparently oblivious to Logan's remark. "Look what I found. Y/N, fire it up."

You flipped a few switches and pulled up the most recently recorded news report, a bit irked that Hank had been working on the machine without you.

The screen showed a news reporter, and cycling images of the White House and the events at Paris. The reporter began to speak. "Tomorrow in front of the White House, the President will make his announcement. He'll be joined by Secretary of Defense Laird and has even sought the help of renowned scientist Bolivar Trask as a special adviser to combat this mutant issue. The White House has asked-"

Hank reached over and shut down the computer.

Charles was the first to speak. "Raven doesn't realize that if she kills Trask at an event like that with the whole world watching…"

"Then I came a long way for nothing," Logan said, his voice grim.

"And there's more bad news," Hank told everyone. "I saw the report, they found traces of her blood in Paris. For all we know, they already have her DNA, which is all they'd need…"

"To create the Sentinels of the future," finished Logan.

Peter leaned over to you and whispered, "What's a Sentinel?"

"I'll explain it all later," you promised him.

"Now there's a theory in quantum physics that time is immutable. It's like a river, you can throw a pebble into it, create a ripple, but the current always corrects itself. No matter what you do, the river just keeps flowing in the same direction," said Hank.

"What are you trying to say?" Logan asked, a hint of a threat in his voice.

"What I'm saying is, what if the war is inevitable? What if she's meant to kill Trask? What if this is just simply who she is?" His voice was laced with pain. He cared a lot about Raven, and you knew that it was difficult for him to admit that the situation may be beyond remedy.

A determination passed over Charles' face as he responded. "Just because someone stumbles, loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever." He smiled softly. "No, I don't believe that theory, Hank. And I cannot believe that that is who she is. Ready the plane, we're going to Washington."

-----

You walked in on Hank as he was fueling the plane.

"Where's Peter?" he asked you.

You shrugged. "Running around I guess. He's not really the type to stay still for long." You looked around, trying to find something to say. "So, back to D.C., huh?"

Hank paused what he was doing to look up at you. "You're not going."

"Oh, come on Hank! I could be helpful! So could Peter!"

"I understand that," he responded, "but you two have had no official training. The rest of us have spent time in the Danger Room preparing for situations exactly like this."

"Okay," you sighed. "But do you promise to start training us when you get home?"

"Yes," he said. "Unfortunately, I think the world needs the X-Men again."

-----

Once again, you were standing outside a plane with Peter, watching Hank, Charles, and Logan leave.

"Be careful, guys! I'm going to be watching the news, and I absolutely will make Peter run me up there if I see something bad happen."

Hank glared at you. "No, you will not."

You shrugged. "We'll have to see."

Giving you one last stern look, Hank boarded the plane.

You turned to Peter. "Meet you in the living room?"

He took off before you could even get the last syllable out. Shaking your head, you teleported out of the hangar.

"I beat you here," said Peter with a grin as soon as you entered the room.

"You had a three second head start!"

He shrugged. "You didn't seem to care about head starts back in D.C."

Rolling your eyes, you began picking up the mess of pillows and blankets still scattered everywhere. You grabbed a blanket and started folding it, but you stalled for a second. “Look, Peter, I know you said you wanted to be here, but it’s not too late to back out now. I invited you here to learn about mutants and you’ve essentially been stuck being my emotional crutch the last few days. I just don’t want you to feel like that’s on you.

“Y/N, it’s called being a friend. Now I’m not exactly an expert on friendships, and we’ve only known each other a few days, but when a friend is going through something, you're supposed to help them out. So you’re a little worried because your family is out there risking their lives while you’re stuck at home? That’s totally understandable, and I’m here for you.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you said, your voice soft, trying to prevent the tears from falling down your cheeks.

"Hey, let's go down to that lake you showed me," said Peter.

"What? Right now?"

“Yeah,” he said. “We’ll walk down there like normal people, and you can tell me what the hell a Sentinel is. And why that scary claw dude was talking about the future like he’s been there.”

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Chapter 4/ Chapter 6

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moonbaby26 · 4 years ago

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Title: One Shitty Friday Night (Part 2) *contains some smut*

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Set after the events of Deadpool 2, this is the conclusion from the previous part here. After your semi-disastrous double date night, you, Peter, Kitty, and Colossus head home with Deadpool and Russell in tow to face Logan, Charles, and Erik back at the mansion. You also get some well earned alone time with Peter at last, only to go back to chaos the following morning with Peter confronting Gambit, and Deadpool popping back in.

Warnings: It’s still a bit of Deadpool and all that entails, but only at the beginning and end. *In this part there actually is some Peter x Reader sex.* But you’re welcome to skip over that if uncomfortable with it. I clearly mark in red before and after any smut within the story so readers can choose what to read and still enjoy just the fluff and character interactions before and after if wanted. ❤️

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The ride home was surprisingly quiet actually. Colossus driving, with Kitty sitting shotgun in the front with him. Russell was in the second row seat behind Kitty, but the seat that normally would have been behind the driver had been taken out specifically with Colossus in mind to let his seat sit further back with his large height.

That just left the third row of three seats. With Peter still not in the best mood, you’d chosen to sit between him and Wade. But they’d mostly just been snacking on the cannolis the whole way home rather than saying or doing much of anything else.

You’d only eaten two in all, hungry but not wanting a stomach ache from the sweetness. You’d felt your own phone buzzing in your pocket most the way home too, but you refused to look at it yet. You could only imagine which friends were trying to call or text you about whatever was being said on TV and the internet now.

Kitty only told you that she’d messaged Xavier to tell him you were all on your way home. But you weren’t sure if she’d warned him about Deadpool and Russell coming with you. Or if she’d kept her phone out at all either afterward, afraid of what the Professor might say in response.

It could have been worse was what you kept thinking. It had been worse actually. Deadpool had once killed an Essex House staff member on live TV, while wearing an X-Men shirt, and with Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead also in camera view. But, given that that trouble had already come from him once, would the Professor be harder on you all this second time around? Would he still think you handled the situation as well as you could have or not?

By the time you felt the familiar turns up the long drive to the mansion, you realized that the period for anxiety was over. Whatever would be would now be.

Colossus had decided to park right in front the main entry doors instead of pulling down into the garage. Mostly just in case Wade’s welcome wasn’t a warm one. He could step right back outside if needed instead of already being in the depths of the compound.

Russell was actually the first one to speak though as you all climbed out the vehicle in front of the well manicured landscaping and dim accent lights.

“Holy shit, he is a rich son of a bitch.” The boy spoke, gaping a little at the sheer size of the mansion and the number of floors still above you.

“The cursing, Russell, please.” Colossus reminded. “There are younger children who live here.”

“Though they should be in bed,” Kitty responded, albeit sounding doubtful herself as she started up the entryway stairs.

They might normally be yes, but probably not if the rumor mill of tonight’s excitement was already burning through the place.

“Well I’ve actually never seen more than three people anytime I’ve been here. So there’s that,” Deadpool quipped.

“Yeah well, we were probably busy.” Peter retorted.

“Oh? Well yeah, maybe you were.” Wade replied, eyeing Peter. “Here’s a thought though, Peters. Maybe next time Ryan Murphy calls, just say N-O. No means no, right?”

“What-” Peter started to ask, but then thought better of it. It really wasn’t worth trying to piece together anything else Deadpool said into something more sensical right now.

As Kitty pushed open the doors and you all strode into the large foyer in front the main staircases, you weren’t sure what would be awaiting you. But the immediate, utterly ecstatic squeal that erupted from Deadpool next had all of you jumping before a gruff voice responded from up on the second floor landing.

“You have to be goddamn shitting me. You actually let that idiot follow you home?” Logan responded, the odd mix of disgust and annoyance so clear on his unshaven face.

“I thought you said no cursing here,” Russell complained.

“Logan is sometimes another matter...” Colossus attempted to answer with some neutrality, even as Deadpool was now bounding up the stairs towards the older man.

“Finally! Finally! I don’t even care if it’s just Tumblr and like two people and their FBI agents will see this! Beggars can’t be choosers! I missed you so much, papa bear!”

You stood there staring in complete disbelief, Deadpool looking as if he was actually going to try and hug the Wolverine.

You were likely all of the same mindset about the only way this could possibly play out, but Colossus was the only one to speak, pleading really. “Please, Logan! No blood on the inside of the house! You know how badly it would stain the floors!”

But Wolverine only growled, claws already aimed as Wade stopped just millimeters short, the metal tips now grazing the mercenary’s throat. “You heard him, Wade. Don’t give me a reason and you won’t be having to regrow limbs tonight.” Logan replied.

“You salty old bastard. We haven’t even seen each other in ages, you won’t return my calls, and this is the welcome I get?” Deadpool pouted.

“You’re bad luck walking, Wade. These kids don’t need you hanging around here for long.”

“Oh, and you’re such a tasteful role model. Grandpappy Wolverine teaching a class on cigar chain smoking, and stabbing your problems away this semester?”

“The fuck are you on about? How many people have you killed this month alone, Wade?”

“Twenty four and a half, thank you. And ask me how many of those never killed or raped someone themselves. How many the police never would have touched. What do you think I’ll say there?”

“Reason it all you want, bub. You’re just a wack job vigilante.”

“This could go on all night.” Kitty sighed. “Logan! Where is everyone else? We brought Russell with us, we need to take him to the Professor.”

Wolverine only softened slightly at Kitty’s voice, answering her. “Charles put in a curfew tonight, all students back to their rooms. Wade’s not allowed past the entrance, but the Professor is waiting for you in his study.”

“Discrimination.” Wade huffed, yet then posed in a mock seductive look. “But if you wanted me alone tough guy, all you’d have to do is ask.”

“Please do not make a mess, Logan. We will be back to collect him as soon as we can.” Colossus said with some concern, you all just starting towards the hallway that lead to Xavier’s office.

“No promises.” Logan called back before continuing, louder then so you could hear him even as you walked away. “And hey, Peter-”

“Yeah?” He answered back from your side, glancing over his shoulder at Logan.

“Your dad’s here, kid.”

Peter paused in his tracks, staring for a moment. You could see the emotions process through him before he took a deep breath. There was nothing more that any of you could do though. He just lifted a hand up in a wave of acknowledgement, finally starting to walk again. “Thanks for the warning,”

Even in all that had happened through the years though, going to see Xavier like this still brought back an odd sense of childhood. And that little feeling of dread to be honest. Not because you really thought he would be angry, but because you worried that you may have disappointed him. Which would have always been the worse of the two options in your own mind.

Colossus was the one to slide the ornate pocket doors open, you all trailing in behind him as you entered the study.

It was warm inside, the fireplace crackling and dancing. That fire was the only light besides a couple small table lamps and a TV now on mute, but still running the late night news.

You were but weren’t surprised to see Erik sitting there as well, a short glass of what looked like scotch in one hand. There was a chessboard as well, positioned between himself and Charles on a little table, the pieces clearly still in play.

As the TV flickered again though, you glanced back to it reflexively. You saw an exterior shot of the restaurant you’d been at only a short time earlier, now with police tape all around. It cut to a video of Colossus walking up to police cars with Giovanni in hand, but then just as quickly the flashing red and blue lights changed to the white flashes of cameras and yourself and Peter talking before the sudden kiss. You only looked to the floor in renewed embarrassment then, choosing not to read the ticker captions currently scrolling beneath the now looping video.

“Hey, Dad...” Peter said somewhat unsure, but still the first to speak. He’d shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket now, as he often did when nervous. “Didn’t know you were in town.”

“Peter.” Erik answered plainly though, taking a sip of his drink before setting it back down. “I only arrived this afternoon. I had been hoping for a quiet evening.” He looked briefly towards the television, but then coolly back to Peter. “But here we are aren’t we?”

“Erik,” Xavier warned lightly though, no doubt sensing Peter tense further at the tone.

“They aren’t children anymore, Charles.” Erik responded sharply. “And it never should have been allowed to get to this point. I told you from the beginning that they should have worn masks, they should have been discreet. Trying to craft this foolhardy public image of the new X-Men as some celebrity clean up crew for humans’ mistakes, it’s making a mockery of us all.”

The exasperated breath that came out of the Professor next told you that this was far from the first time that this subject had come up as a point of contention between the two. But the rest of you were quite helpless whenever Erik and Charles would start to argue in front of you.

Xavier countered, “As I have also said before, Erik, we all knew there would be some negatives from moving more into the public eye with our team. But how can mutant kind ever be accepted for who we really are if we only kept slinking in the shadows for the rest of our lives? It’s no different than Raven showing herself on camera all those years ago. You know what an impact that made on the youth in our community then.”

“But the humans are fickle. The magazines and the talk shows only jest at you now. What happens when they turn on you? When my son’s face is only on a wanted list in a database, Charles? What then?”

The anger and protectiveness flaring up in Erik’s tone only made the room even more uncomfortable, yet you didn’t find yourself surprised. Peter’s relationship with his father would never be an easy one, but you knew in the end that Erik did feel a sense of responsibility towards his progeny. And hell have mercy on anyone who did ever truly harm Wanda, Peter, or Lorna and word of it get back to their father.

Charles remained patient though, likely understanding those paternal emotions all too well himself. The Professor treated you all as well as his own after all. “The ones that wish to harm us already knew who we were, Erik. They don’t need to pick up that gossip drivel to find us. We protect ourselves by staying together, as we always have. They want us, then they’ll have to face us all. And Lord knows even gods have tried.”

Erik frowned, and for a moment you wondered if Xavier was saying something more to him telepathically. Something to make him finally quiet or at least agree to postpone the argument’s continuation for later in private.

Regardless of whether your instincts were correct or not on that, their conversation did end abruptly then. Charles switched to a warmer, but still slightly tired tone as he looked back to the rest of you. “Well, I know you’re all ready for tonight to be over. I won’t keep you much longer. Kitty, if you could make sure that weapon you confiscated ends up locked in Hank’s lab tonight, we’ll see about it later. Given that those men would not need something so extravagant just to dispose of other humans, I’m certain it was developed or at least purchased with our kind in mind. We will learn what we can.”

She nodded in agreement before he then turned his attention to the, to this point, uncharacteristically silent Russell with a kind look. “And Russell, I appreciate you deciding to give us a second chance. You’re welcome to stay of course. Did you still wish to speak to me? I know it’s late. Don’t feel obligated to stay and talk if this is all a bit much right now. We can always go over more about the school in the morning.”

“Um...” The boy blinked, not quite ready it seemed for any of the focus to be back on him so soon. And it was only then that you realized it was Erik that Russell kept staring at as he tried to formulate a real response. Actually Erik and briefly back to Peter, that tell tale look on the boy’s face that you’d seen so many times before when people realized who Peter really was, who his father was. Russell was maybe even regretting picking on Peter earlier now.

Charles certainly hadn’t missed that though. Surely sensing all the boy’s thoughts and feelings now as he continued. “It’s alright, Russell. Yes, Magneto does stop in here from time to time. We’re old friends. Yet I hardly think you should be so concerned with him when you’ve already gotten on quite well with my stepbrother haven’t you?” Xavier was actually smiling then. “To get on the Juggernaut’s good side, if even briefly, is quite impressive I must say.”

That did seem to finally break the ice a little then as Russell looked back to Charles. “Yeah, I... I needed a prison friend. A big one.”

“He is that, certainly,” The Professor responded. “Yet to answer the other questions still running through your mind -and forgive me to read you- but of course you can absolutely train with us to better learn to control your fire powers if you’d like. And yes, you may also have a television in your room. I think that’s a reasonable request after living in less than desirable conditions with Wade for this long.”

“Yeah, there were rats and the old blind lady sells cocaine.” Russell answered so matter of factly that the rest of you, minus Charles who was evidently now fully aware of Russell’s recent memories, all just stared.

“Despite his, ah, unique flaws, I can say that Wade would never willingly let anything happen to you.” Xavier just continued. “But yes, it would likely be best to give you a bit more sanitary and less illegal living conditions. And of course this would all be voluntary, if you find you don’t like it here after all, you’re always free to go as well.”

“Cool. Yeah.” Russell agreed. Though not really sure what else to say.

“Wonderful,” Charles just looked back to Colossus and Kitty then. “Can you two please see Russell to one of the empty rooms so he may pick one out to sleep tonight? And please let Wade know of his decision to stay for now.”

Colossus spoke up though before they all walked out together, “And am I sending Wade home as well? I do not think he and Logan can be peaceable for a whole night in the same building.”

“Agreed. Like oil and water there. I would prefer not to have to repair cerebro again either, as we’d had to from his last stay with us.” Xavier looked apologetic though to Colossus. “Is it too much to ask that you offer him a ride back home tonight?”

But Russell just cut in before Colossus could respond. “Nah, Wade already called a cab to meet him back here before we left town. You can just dump him outside now. Let him be their problem.” But even Russell knew to elaborate a little. “And it’s not some random person he might scare off. It’s his friend Dopinder. But you might want to give him some money first. He never pays the guy. Wade doesn’t carry a wallet. Tightwad.”

Kitty sighed. “I’ll cover it. I have cash. Never got to eat or pay for our dinner after all.” She glanced to you and Peter briefly. “Maybe next weekend?”

“We can try,” You offered quietly.

She smiled, understanding that sentiment that you all might want to lay low for awhile after this fiasco of an evening. “I guess we’ll see how we feel. Night, guys.”

“Night.” You and Peter responded to her in unison.

When Kitty, Colossus, and Russell had left the room, you happened to glance back at the TV, though you were at least a little relieved to see the news had finally gone off and by the captions it was just some talk show host joking about whatever a bigger idiot politician had done now.

But Peter’s voice brought your attention back to him.

“Are we free to go too?” He asked cautiously, maybe even more uneasy now that it was just the four of you as he looked to his father and Charles.

The two older men exchanged a glance of their own as silence hung for a moment.

Erik sighed eventually though to break it. His voice serious, but lacking it’s usual coldness. “You can’t keep diving into everything headfirst, Peter. You’re going to get yourself killed.” He seemed to be studying his son’s face a moment. “And what are those bruises even from?”

“I, uh...fell down a flight of stairs.” Peter answered, taking a breath as if to steel himself for further scolding, obviously that admission only adding to his father’s point.

Yet you interjected before Erik could respond. Before you could help yourself, as it wasn’t fair for Peter to be singled out here. “I’m the one that told him to go to the basement.” Normally Scott was mission leader, or maybe Ororo. This wasn’t a role you were used to, but you’d take responsibility where it was due tonight. “I thought it would be safest for him to go first, to disarm them all, but-”

“But you sent him straight into an ambush.” Erik countered. And when his gaze shifted to you with those words, it was clear that even after this long, it still had an effect. An intimidation factor that you could only hope didn’t show through in your expression.

But it was Charles that came to your defense. “That’s a gross over simplification, Erik. Peter had already examined the area on his own accord moments before to no harm. There would have been no reason for them to think he couldn’t return to it.”

For Xavier to already know that level of detail, meant he’d already searched you and Peter’s minds tonight as well, just as he had Kitty about the gun. Which honestly was okay with you as it meant you wouldn’t have to really explain everything that had happened and risk making things sound even worse.

But Erik was still staring at you both, looking displeased.

Peter shifted, uncomfortable with the quiet. “Look, if you’re going to yell at me for what I did on TV, then just get it over with. It wasn’t (Y/N)’s fault. I was the one that made us stay as long as we did, and I was the one that got pissed off at what those guys were saying. It’s always like no one can believe we’re still together. Like I have to keep proving it.”

That admission actually did catch you off guard. Especially to be said here in front his father, and well in all honesty sort of stepfather that Charles was for all intents and purposes. You immediately felt you should say something, but were even further stunned when Erik beat you to it.

“Peter, for God’s sake. You may have problems, but I assure you that (Y/N) is not one of them. Quit being so dense, boy.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d actually just received a rare semi-compliment from Erik.

But Peter just rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the pep talk, Dad. Yes, I know that. I’m saying how do I make everyone else know that? Some fatherly wisdom would be great right now.”

Erik frowned, looking annoyed at Peter’s reaction. “I’ve told you before, I can’t teach you self-confidence, no one can. Though I’ve always been willing to fight for what I wanted. That’s a start.”

“Erik, no.” Charles interrupted. “Peter, we all question ourselves from time to time. But when it comes to relationships, nothing going on on the outside will matter as long as you focus on keeping things strong between the two of you. Weakness there is the only way those outside troubles can get in to break things down.”

“Oh typical, Charles. So it’s still turn the other cheek to everything else then? Pacifism is not how love is won.” Erik replied, now staring back at Xavier.

“Love is not a thing to be fought over, Erik, and neither is (Y/N). People are not trophies to be claimed.” The Professor responded, meeting Erik’s gaze easily.

“Okayyyy,” Peter said, glancing to you and the no doubt really uncomfortable expression on your face now. “I think we’re just going to go to bed now.” His voice was getting a little quicker as he touched your arm as if to usher you out with him. “We’ll be more careful next time, we learned our lesson, so sincerely sorry and humbled, good nigh-”

“Peter.” Erik called back though before you could both reach the doorway.

Peter looked back reluctantly, only to see Erik now holding up a phone.

“Do at least message your sisters tonight to tell them you’re alright. As refreshing as it is to be receiving so many calls from them this evening, it’s only you they wish to speak to.”

“Uh, sure,” Peter offered, a little surprised. “I haven’t even looked at my phone. I will. Night!”

“Good night.” You also managed, speaking back at least politely to the two men just before Peter hurried you out into the hallway.

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You’d both chosen to take one of the other halls afterward, as to avoid the front foyer and any drama that may still be occurring there if Wade and Logan were still facing off. There was another set of stairs at the back of the house, and it’d been a real relief not to run into anyone else on the way as you took them up to your floor.

By the time you finally got to your bedroom, you didn’t bother to turn on the ceiling light, just switching on the lamp at your bedside end table as you sat down on the bed. You pulled off your shoes, and heard Peter’s jacket already hitting the floor before his own weight hit the bed, making you bounce slightly.

“Ugh,” He said, already barefoot and stretched out behind you laying on his back. “That was awkward right?”

“What part of the night specifically?” You questioned, throwing off your own coat into a then indiscernible pile in the darkness outside of the lamp light. Normally you were the one picking up after Peter, but you weren’t in the mood to hang up or fold anything tonight.

“Good point,” He conceded. “But I was mainly thinking of Dad and Charles. Sorry to drag you into that.”

Yeah, that had been pretty weird. “Well, Xavier was just trying to help. And I think your Dad was too...in his own way. I guess.” There wasn’t a whole lot you could add to that. Peter’s insecurities could flare up from time to time still, but he’d actually gotten a little better over the years. At some point he had finally realized you really were going to stick around. It wasn’t just pretty words and passing teenage hormones.

After you’d actually started rooming together officially, you knew there had even been some joking from your friends about Magneto one day becoming your father-in-law. But you tried not to humor any of that. You were in no hurry, and felt further commitment to that level would have to be Peter’s decision. It wouldn’t be fair to put him under that kind of pressure.

You knew he had reservations on the subject when none of his father’s marriages had ever worked out. He wouldn’t say it outright, but you were sure Peter felt there was still some sort of family curse there that he didn’t want to tempt fate with. As if making you his spouse would be the final straw and something would come to take all his happiness away.

You felt him moving a little then as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Alright, before I forget, group message to Wanda and Lorna...” But he paused, looking up at you with just a blank white screen on the phone. “What do you think I should tell them?”

“Peter, they’re your sisters.” You smiled, not sure why this would be a question to you. “Just say you’re fine, you’re back at the mansion, and you’re going to bed. You can always call them tomorrow.”

He made a face at that though, “What if I don’t want to call them tomorrow? They’re just going to lecture me. Oh, I know!” He smirked as if he’d thought of something clever, adding to whatever he was already typing. “Dad already fussed at me. So don’t worry about it. Wanda, tell mom the same thing. ❤️👍”

He turned the screen to show you. “Think that will work?”

“Genius.” You replied.

“Smart ass.” He grinned, but sent the message before quickly turning his phone back on silent and setting it on the other end table.

You took your own phone out your pocket, intentionally not reading the number of notifications left on the home screen as you also set it to the side before standing up to take your pants off.

You’d just slid them down, trying to step out of them when a sudden pinch to your backside almost had you stumble forward, one foot still stuck in a pants leg.

“Speaking of ass...” Peter teased, pulling his hand back before you could smack it.

“So the cannolis gave you a second wind, huh?” You turned, not surprised to see that devilish grin starting as he now looked you over while you next removed your shirt. You’d think he’d be used to this view by now.

“I was feeling hopeful, yeah,” he replied, though remaining where he was in the bed as your shirt joined your pants on the floor. “Of course I am still pretty tired,” He added, “Maybe you could help me out here?”

You raised one eyebrow as he motioned to the zipper of his jeans. Oh, so this was how it was going to be? He seemed so pleased with his idea though, you couldn’t help but be amused.

***smut starts here, scroll on to skip*** “So pitiful, my poor speedster.” You said, albeit smiling as you climbed into the bed. You straddled him gently, seeing that needful look already beginning to cloud his eyes as he still laid on his back beneath you.

You were tired yourself, and hungry still, but you’d survive until morning. This effort for some physical intimacy seemed worth it to at least end this bizarre night on a good note for the both of you.

And you knew you both wanted it. He might be making a play that he was going to make you do all the work right now, but you highly doubted he’d have the self control to not jump in once things actually got going.

You pushed his shirt up, running both your hands up the sides of his torso. Like anyone would expect for someone as fast as him, he was built lean, though there was sinew there. Just that bit of muscle, storing all that energy, ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

The room was cool. It was still winter and the high ceilings didn’t do much to keep heat near the floor. You knew your hands would be a little cold as well. So you willed just the slightest bit of your energy field from your palms, warming them as you stroked his chest. You could see the bit of bruising here and there from his earlier fall, but luckily nothing extreme.

He relaxed his head into the pillows behind him, clearly enjoying the feel even as you heard his breathing increase slightly. He liked to be petted, but you knew it would be too much of a tease for him if you focused above his waist for too much longer.

You left his shirt pushed up to bare his abdomen to you, even as your hands ran carefully back down, stopping at his belt. Never quite the typical guy when it came to fashion, it wasn’t a normal peg and hole type, but actually an old seatbelt buckle. You undid it with a click, pulling it out through the belt loops of his pants as he arched a little to take his weight off the back and fully free it.

Once that was out of the way, you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with little fanfare. His normally loose boxers were already a little tighter though you noticed.

He made a noise, shifting into the touch as you cupped him with your hand. You massaged the area through the fabric, feeling him gradually stiffen as you got a little more forceful.

By the time he was fully erect, it was all too simple to slip him through the now stretched open flap in the boxers.

You had been intending to stroke him now, but on a whim you decided to go another route. Something a little less predictable you hoped, but what you knew he would still like. You doubted you were all that good at it really, but he’d never complained before.

And you could tell he was surprised, you heard him take in a quick breath as you lowered your mouth down on him, sucking him as he spread open his legs for you. You couldn’t take him in too deep without gagging yourself, but you tried to make up for it by moving up and down gingerly as you used your tongue as well.

It must have been stimulating enough for him though as you felt his hand on the back of your head shortly after, and felt his hips starting to rock rhythmically against your mouth.

He gave a quiet moan, he was so very hard now, but you didn’t let up. You knew sometimes, especially if it’d been a while since you’d last had a chance to be intimate together, he may actually cum fairly quickly. But if he did, then he did. You weren’t worried about whether you got anything in return tonight. Truthfully, your heart was already pounding, the heat in you building, just because you knew he was so aroused.

It was always give and take, and there was no rule of whose turn it was at any given time.

His whole body stiffened a little and for a moment you thought that would be it. But his hand moved to your shoulder suddenly instead, pushing you back as you released him in response.

You pursed your lips as you looked back up at him, that little bit of irritation still felt on them of where they’d dragged against him.

He was already sitting up though, pulling his shirt off completely before he tossed it off the bed. “Come on, babe, clothes off please.” He breathed, his silver hair falling into his dark eyes as you moved off of him and he laid back again just long enough that he could pull off his jeans and work his erection free from his boxers before they ended up cast out into the darkness as well.

While you’d been watching him, you’d also been unhooking your bra as requested, tossing that away. Which left only your underwear before you’d slid it down your legs, flicking it off too once it’d only been left swinging from one foot. He closed the small distance between you so fast then, you were sure he’d actually just used his powers before you felt his lips against yours. Desperate almost, as his tongue pressed through immediately afterward.

You shivered, not expecting the feel of his fingers against your entrance almost simultaneously. Just two of them, moving methodically against you. The room felt far from cold now. But you were just kissing him equally as hard now as he started to push his fingers in further, testing your readiness.

By the time you trembled again from his probing, you knew you were fully wet enough. It was a mutual realization evidently as he broke the kiss, urging you to turn so your back was facing him as he moved behind you on the bed.

You understood what he wanted as he kneeled behind you. You let yourself lean down onto your elbows in the pillows, but also on your knees in the back as you felt him grab your hips from behind. You arched your back, curving your back downward to help angle yourself into him as you felt his tip pressing into you.

As wet as you were now, he only had to try a couple times before he was able to slide fully in. To the hilt so to speak as you felt his torso now pressed flush against you. Already that slight sheen of sweat was starting where your skin touched together as he began to thrust.

The bed was creaking, and you bit back a moan of your own, never quite sure how thick the walls really were in this house. It was kind of an unspoken thing that as long as precautions were taken, and the others in the house didn’t have to hear or see anything you did in the privacy of your own room, then no one would care if people coupled up. For the two of you, precautions only meant a birth control pill, not worrying about condoms any longer after several years of monogamy.

His thrusts were getting even more uneven though, which told you he was close to orgasm. But you couldn’t help but push back against him yourself, panting a little as you felt him grab and squeeze one of your breasts. He was supporting himself with his other arm as he leaned forward suddenly, still inside you as he nipped you lightly on one shoulder, then kissing the same spot before he breathed in your ear.

“How do you always feel so good?” He murmured.

As he let go of your breast, you felt his hand go back between your legs. Even though he was still buried fully in you, his fingers went back to teasing the outside. The over stimulation left you shuddering, and you knew he was trying to get you to orgasm first.

His fingers just kept moving as he started to thrust again. You loved that feeling of fullness, when he was all the way inside, but it was the added teasing of his fingers where you were most sensitive that finally sent you over the edge. Your muscles inside spasming around him then as that unmistakable burst of euphoria went through you, leaving every piece of you trembling.

He clearly felt your orgasm, only moving both hands back to your hips then. Pulling you back against him as he thrust roughly several more times, enough to get his own release as you felt his erection pulse in its own right, knowing he had then let go inside you as you felt that warmth already dribbling back out onto the bedsheets.

Even though you’d started the foreplay, he’d done most the work for the finish. Yet you still felt spent now, only rolling onto your back after he pulled out, trying not to let too much of his seed run back out of you and onto the bed.

He was still breathing a little unevenly as he left the bed only long enough to go grab a clean hand towel from the bathroom. One of those pluses of having had the mansion rebuilt back then was that so many more of the rooms now had their own bathrooms. And after he’d wiped the residue off of himself, he handed you the towel. You dabbed up the small spot on the bed, before wiping off the remainder from your skin as well, then tossing the towel unceremoniously onto the floor with everything else.

Peter turned off the end table lamp before climbing back into the bed beside you in the darkness. The only light then coming from the moon and starlight through the thin curtains at the windows.

You were both still naked, and a little bit hot as you only pulled the covers as high as your waists, knowing the room’s cool air would chill you quickly enough now that no more physical exertion was taking place.

Hot or not though, his arms went around you as he then pulled you into a spooning position in the darkness. You actually felt that he was still about half hard too as it touched against your backside again, you now both laying on your sides with your back to his chest.

***sex over, you’re safe to start reading again*** “That almost made up for this entire night,” He joked quietly, kissing the back of your neck a couple times before you felt him smile against your skin. He moved one of his hands to trail it lightly over your hip, the sensation tickling you slightly as he spoke again. His voice was soft, a true contentment in his tone. “Love you.”

That wasn’t a phrase he said often. But the both of you seemed to save the word as to never water it down. When it was said, it made it really mean something more.

You reached down for his hand that’d been playing with your hip, grasping it warmly and weaving your fingers between his. “I love you.” You said simply, no need to elaborate on what was just a fact.

He squeezed your hand a little harder, but said nothing more, you both just enjoying the touch and comfort of each other’s presence.

You moved your head a little more into the pillows, getting just right as you closed your eyes.

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Your dreams faded in and out, nothing you could remember in detail though as the sunlight on your face now had you squinting. You thought of just pulling the blanket back over your head, but your brain started to register the smell of food as well. Bacon specifically as you lifted your head a little, trying to focus.

“It lives!” Peter joked from beside you, sitting cross legged on top the blankets and just in his boxers again. Two plates of food sat in front of him, the source of the smell you realized as you sat up a little, pulling the sheet up enough to cover your bare chest in the cool room.

Very rarely did he ever wake before you, and your still half asleep stare of confusion only made him smirk a little.

“I had to pee.” He said through a mouthful of food, a sausage biscuit with a large bite already taken out of it in one hand, and a video game controller pressed down into the bed with the other. His hand with the controller was blurring slightly as he moved it just fast enough to work the joy stick and buttons simultaneously. “Then I remembered they released that new DLC last night. Had to try it out. I turned the volume down though. Considerate right?”

And it was indeed silent, not the usual grunts and blasts and screams from that gory fighting game he loved so much. His character was currently comboing another into oblivion on the small TV across from the end of your bed.

Your lack of any real dinner the night before had you focusing back to the food in front of you though.

“Go on,” Peter encouraged. “I knew you’d be hungry. It’s not all for me.”

Normally you were against eating in bed, just from the crumbs and general mess it could make. You’d had the misfortune to find the sticky remnants of Twinkies and the like from Peter’s late and early snacking many times.

Yet even as you picked up one of the amazing looking sausage and egg biscuits for yourself, you wondered if anyone else was now going without. Was it stolen goods? “Where...did this come from?” You asked, voice still a little hoarse from just waking, even as you bit down hungrily.

But the implication of your question didn’t even faze him. “Oh there was plenty. Raven told Hank he didn’t know how to cook, so guess who wins? Us when he made three damn trays of these things.”

“Sounds like she had a plan.” You responded, also grabbing a couple pieces of bacon now.

“Totally.” He agreed. “And orange juice is on the end table, babe.”

You glanced to your side, indeed just noticing the glass beside you then. “Well, you’ve been busy.” But your attention eventually drifted back to him only sitting there in his boxers after you’d taken a few sips of juice. “Did anyone even see you?”

“Nah. Maybe they felt an errant breeze or two.” But he was grinning in a way that still gave you pause.

You watched him a little while longer, only feeling more and more sure before you finally offered out the accusation. “No. You did something. Something else...”

He’d already emptied his plate now, both hands on the video game controller then as he seemed to put his focus solely back to the TV screen. Intentionally of course before he grabbed the nearby remote to start turning the volume back up.

“Peter.” You spoke anyway, knowing full well he could still hear you. “Did we not just scrape by last night without any big consequences? You’re going to put that goodwill to the test already this morning?”

“It’ll be fine.” He answered. “It’s nothing.”

Your eyebrows raised a little. His ‘fine’ and yours could sometimes be completely different things. You sighed, going back to eating the food in front of you as Peter’s character liberated the head off another in a ridiculous fountain of CGI blood.

If you could just finish your breakfast before the next possible calamity-

The bedroom door absolutely rattled in its frame with the pounding on it that almost had you spilling the juice in the bed. By the time your annoyed look moved to the spot Peter had just been, the video game was already paused. Only yourself now alone with whoever was on the other side of that door.

“Just say I’m not here!”

You couldn’t even tell where the whisper came from. Peter either hiding in the closet or maybe the bathroom, they were too near each other to tell.

“I’m not even dressed!” You retorted just to him, quite literally naked as you tried to disentangle yourself from the blankets without dumping your food plate, while simultaneously setting the glass of juice back onto the end table.

Peter said nothing more, so you could only call out that you were coming as you anxiously tried to find some of your clothes from the night before. You were able to find your underwear, and the um, incriminating towel, but that was about it. Sure it’d been dark, but how on Earth anything else could have gotten much farther or under something so quickly was beyond you. You kicked the towel under the bed, and you just had to settle for Peter’s t-shirt crumpled in your path as you grabbed it up and yanked it over your head, hurrying for the door.

You still tried to tug the shirt down as far as you could though, at least covering your panties and butt you hoped before you finally pulled the door open. Pantsless, barefoot, and probably with bedhair as you stared up into the glowing red eyes of a very irritated looking, and entirely shirtless Remy LeBeau.

His expression softened just slightly at the sight of you, his lips curling into a handsome smile. But one that didn’t quite reach those crimson eyes. “Mornin’, cher...so sorry to intrude, but I need to have a few words with that boy toy of yours.”

Yet you were staring still, taking time to process the sight before you. There was black...large black streaks all across his face. It circled his eyes in a cartoon like representation of glasses. Though he already had some stubble on his face, the streaks condensed around his mouth as well, like the upturned mustache and goatee of an old timey villain. As if he should be going to tie up some poor girl to train tracks somewhere.

“Oh my God,” you breathed. Permanent marker, seriously? How old were all of you again? “Remy, I’m sorry.” You thought about saying something about how Peter had let those paparazzi get under his skin last night. But it wouldn’t matter. Not if none of these boys were in the mood to be reasonable right now.

“You know you’re not going to catch him.” Is what you finally said. “Please don’t blow up my bedroom trying.”

“And he ain’t worth my chasin’, petite. I just want to talk,” Remy insisted though, voice as smooth as you’d ever heard it as he leaned against your doorframe in only a pair of pajama pants.

But the few playing cards now flitting between his fingers told you otherwise on his supposed peaceful intentions. Yet when he saw you look down at them, another one appeared seemingly from nowhere in his other hand.

He offered it to you, “But if he isn’t man enough to show himself, at least I get the pleasure of your company, non?”

The card was the king of hearts of course as he palmed it into your hand before you could think to stop him. But you knew it wouldn’t be charged if he was handing it to you like that. You trusted him at least that much.

Yet you were quite sure he was still only trying to lure Peter out by audibly flirting with you now. And sadly, it would probably work. “Remy, can you two just save it for the danger room?” You tried again. “It’s too early, really. I was just trying to eat breakfast.”

“Well, seeing as how you’ve been ditched, I don’t see why someone like you should have to eat all alone.” He answered effortlessly, just strolling past you further into the bedroom as if there was no awkwardness in this at all.

In a moment of panic you wondered if it’d be best to just call for backup. Your cell phone wasn’t very far. Was everyone awake already? What if you just called Rogue? That’d be the most straight forward right? Oh, but you could imagine that conversation. Hey girl, come get your man out of my bedroom please? Yet she totally would. He’d be as helpless as a toddler if she decided she was dragging him out.

“You know,” Remy said, considering a little as he palmed one of the uneaten biscuits right off the tray like it was a bauble to steal. “I did think we looked good together in those pictures they printed from the beach. It’s only natural you know. When two people have chemistry, everybody can see it.”

And that was it, the final straw. You didn’t even know why you still jumped when the bathroom door flung all the way open. The window opened too, a couple cards Remy had already thrown then exploding out there harmlessly like little fireworks as Peter had redirected them outside.

Your bedsheet seemed to have a mind of its own as it ripped off the bed and tied around Gambit as well, pinning his arms to his sides as he was forced to then kneel in front of you.

Peter reappeared at your side, looking down at his handiwork as he scowled at the other man. It was a rare expression on Peter’s face, but a little more jarring for that reason.

“Apologize to (Y/N).” Peter demanded. “Or you’re going out the window next.”

But you knew Remy’s wounded pride meant there would be no such possibility of deescalation now. They were going to have to be physically separated and given a cool off period no matter what. As you considered whether to actually put a shield around one or both of them to essentially begin preparations for mutant time out, Remy was already countering back at Peter, a mocking tone rolling off his tongue.

“Alright. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry that you got saddled with a jealous little boy who goes after rivals in their sleep rather than face them like a man. And then just hides behind that same woman he thinks they’re going to take from him, yeah?”

Oh for God’s sake! You dropped the card Remy had given you, that you’d for some reason still been holding. You powered up, trying to catch both of the guys in two of your force fields, Peter had already been in movement though. In actuality you’d only ended up shielding Remy just before Peter had kicked the field, looking as if the hit had been intended for the Cajun’s chest.

“Don’t protect him!” Peter looked to you in surprise.

“I’m protecting both of you!” You responded, then glowing white and hovering now several feet off the floor in your annoyance.

“Kinky.” A new voice spoke, followed by a sing song voice that unfortunately you did now recognize as Deadpool continued. “I see London, I see France, I see (Y/N)’s underpants!”

With your energy humming around you, Peter’s shirt you were wearing was now billowing up a little you realized. Indeed giving a full view to all those below you. You dropped back to the floor immediately, but didn’t power down, keeping the field around Remy as you turned to look at the several people now standing in your doorway.

“You know, this is exactly how those rumors start,” Ellie said in her usual dry tone, taking in the truly bizarre scene of the three of you. “Putting on some clothes might be a good first step. Or you know, at least closing the door.”

The girl otherwise known as Negasonic Teenage Warhead was never one to mince words, even to you all, her sort of superiors. Her girlfriend Yukio only stood beside her, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“Yeah, don’t mind us you little OT3, I just came back to bring Russel his stuff.” He motioned to the boy, who was now also staring at you all. “And your boss Charlie X said I had to have an escort, so I got my old buddies here Nega-angst and Yukio-chan. Oh and-”

Deadpool suddenly grabbed another man who had been standing behind them, bringing him to the front. “This is my all time best buddy Dopinder, he wanted a tour of mutant Hogwarts as well.”

“Hello.” The young man waved a bit shyly. “It is an honor to meet more of DP’s superhero allies.”

“Hey.” Peter said oddly to them after a moment, then looking back to you again. The randomness seemed to have snapped him out of his fixation on getting even with Remy at least for the moment. It now looked like he was waiting for guidance from you on what to do next.

You heard an audible sigh from Remy then as he spoke up. “I rather not destroy your sheets, cher. Truce for today?”

You glanced back to Peter first though before letting down the shield. Making sure he’d agree to untie him. Peter looked reluctant still, but eventually nodded.

And with that you powered down, your field around Remy disappearing as all the energy faded back inside you. In another instant he was completely untied, the sheet semi neatly back on your bed then. You knew some of the food had to have gone flying wherever when Peter had ripped off the bedsheet earlier in their scuffle. But you didn’t really care right now.

“Woah, woah. Is that the new MK game?” Wade just questioned suddenly, then seemingly oblivious to all else as he strode into your room as well.

Why no one had any boundaries today, you had no idea.

“Wait, we get video games too?” Russell also sounded impressed, just following.

“Some of us,” Ellie replied though, giving Peter a skeptical look. “That one might have had a five finger discount.”

Peter huffed at her, non committal on the truth of that statement though, “It’s the new one, yeah. The new DLC just added more characters too.”

You didn’t even care anymore honestly as Wade pulled off his mask and hopped immediately onto your and Peter’s bed, grabbing a controller. “Dibs on Johnny Cage, mother fuckers. Let daddy show you how it’s done.”

“Hey, I want to be Scorpion!” Russell replied, actually sounding like the fourteen year old he really was for once.

And you saw Peter was already digging out another controller from his gaming pile as he scoffed at them both. “Man, you can try. I’ll wipe the floor with you and buzzcut you down to bloody stumps with Kung Lao.”

“Dopinder, google Johnny Cage combos, stat!” Deadpool requested as his friend hurried in, dutifully sitting on the floor and pulling out a cell phone to do just that.

Remy was actually the only male in the room to not be sucked in as he gave you a little look while walking back out. “Later, petite. Sorry for real about the fuss. You know he just irks me.” He leaned in a little closer just to you though. “And I know you’re faithful. He just needs to leave me out of it. Quit readin’ dem damn gossip magazines, yeah?”

“Yes.” You agreed with a smile. A little optimism returning that maybe the two of them could be reasoned with after all. “See ya, Remy.”

He nodded, winking at both Ellie and Yukio as well before he slipped past them and out down the hall. Yukio giggled, but Ellie only rolled her eyes.

“Well, if you put some pants on, maybe there’s still some breakfast left down there. Want to go?” Ellie asked you, crossing her arms. She smirked then though, the guys now commentating and mocking one another like there was some big sporting match going on just a few feet from you. “Let Wade be Peter’s problem for a while, I think you’ve earned it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed without much hesitation. If Peter needed you, it’s not like it’d even take him two seconds to find you, even with the size of this house.

You did see him glance back ever so briefly as you dug some sweatpants out your dresser drawer and pulled them on though. You made an eating gesture and he nodded, understanding where you were going.

He also made a motion like drinking and you knew that meant he wanted you to bring him back some soda. The more sugar the better for him.

As you walked back downstairs with Ellie and Yukio, Ellie chuckled to herself a little. “You know Wade’s going to think Peter is his bff now. Better buckle up for that ride. Colossus can probably give you some pointers.”

You sighed, looking at the younger two girls. “We’ve survived everything that’s been thrown at us to this point. Could always be worse.”

“Oh yeah, it’ll get worse.” Ellie answered.

Yukio nodded, yet still smiling. “Wade is very special. And deadly.”

“Like a contagion,” Ellie added.

It still didn’t matter though. New, strange friends, or old sometimes combative friends. Gossip and rumors, or anything else. In the end you had to agree with Xavier as you so often usually did. As long as you and Peter kept strong together, none of that outside noise could ever tear you down. You had each other and that was all you needed.

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End. Thanks for reading! Art by NACCHAN96.

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xxplastic-cubexx · 3 months ago

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was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

#xmen #xmen movies #dark phoenix #charles xavier #professor x #snap chats #LIKE HE'S RIGHT 1000% I JUST DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO SAY IT VLERKVJAKLJ #ANOTHER banger of a quote from my brother chat i screamed when he said that #adopting that into my belief system i fear #like really thinking on it they really did only start being especially rude after apocalypse im crying #dont quote me on that i have to rewatch apocalypse but as far as im aware. yeah 😭😭#and its SUCH a travesty cause i love how mcavoy looked in DP SO much he looks so good bald #like please if we were going to wrap up this era of xmen films why did we have to rerun DP #can we try again. please. i need him bald one more time in a movie i dont have to argue with myself i like #see DP wasnt the worst thing ever. probably. like scott got to do things again ..... and kurt .......#and the paris proposal. never forget that.#ALSO THE FUCKIN. 'no one cares charles' BIT ???? 97 ref'd that directly i know they did and i cheered #listen if they can ref the 'black leather suits' from the xmen movies i can believe they called back to that too <- delusional #anyway when james said thats the meanest thing erik could say/do to charles .... he was cooking ....#'thats the type of thing your wife/husband says' he was so right .... we know james never misses with the cherik takes tho #ok bye i have obligations that i need to complete so i can draw my favorite cue ball

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joshriku · 2 years ago

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Hello! do you have any cherik fic recs?

i have . so many. (pukes and cries) this is gonna be long but to start off i'm gonna give you my ultimate faves of like. each iteration. so i can be insane. i won't make summaries bc im bad i will just tell you how insane i am.

general thing that none of these have a sad ending or triggering topics bc im. im . I Like Happiness

-curses that can't be lifted by sotano: see. this is about cherik early comics canon right. when they just met in haifa. AND OOOOOOO GH oGH oghghgOGOH I LOVE LEAVING COMMENTS. I LEAVE LONG COMMENTS. I AM VERY ILL IN THE BRAIN WHEN IT COMES TO LEAVING COMMENTS. BUT I LITERALLY STILL CANT FIGURE OUT WHAT TO SAY IN THIS BC I LOVE IT SO MUCH. LIKE ILL COME AROUND EVENTUALLY OF COURSE. BUT IVE READ IT LIKE 50 TIMES AND ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD IT MAKES ME DERANGED i was reading it yesterday again. as i do. and i had to close the tab bc it made me so unwell. i'm so normal

-afterlife by anna: this fic is so good but for my mental health it's in shambles. You don't get it. i'll be pacing around my room thinking back of scenes in this and im like ALRIGHT. PAUSE TO THROW UP AND CRY. EVER SINCE IVE READ THIS I HAVEN'T BEEN THE SAME DO YOU UNDERSTAND. IT'S POST DAYS OF FUTURE PAST AND THAT MAKES ME SO ILLLLLLL I LOVE DOFP SO BAD AND I LOVE CHARLES IN IT AND im like oh man i need something to make me cry and puke and shit myself and cure my depression im gonna read that fic again. And i do it. and i am cured. after i cry myself out to this i am so normal again

-someplace that is green by mugsandpugs: oh my god. Also bad for my mental health like (pucnhign myself) YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. it's technically x-men evolution but if you know cherik you'll understand it either way so. just. wow. erik can fit so much trauma. I can fit so many emotions. i can be so mentally ill. IREAD IT SO MUCH LIEK THE SLOOOOOWWBWBURRNNNNNNNNN AHH AHH AHH (PUKES AND CRIES) AHH WANDA AND PIETRO. AH. DEAR GOD. U DONT GET IT !!!!!! THE WORLDBUILDIGN!! (curls up and cries)

ok yeah. i'll put under the cut all the other recs i have sorry for being unwell

you should read everything by ao3 user sotano btw. not to be demented or deranged. but they never miss. everything they ever write is so . Oh my god. U dont get it. im ill. i will buy them a house

-tabula rasa by o2doko: the telepathy exploration of this goes so fucking hard

-fair verona by ha_neul: i love gender so much you don't ungerstand trans fics are the world to me they really arre

-tesselation by nekosmuse: oh my god. i mean it's a popular fic so it's probably been read. BUT THE SLAY. GOD. THE WRITING. PUKES AND DIES

-travel advisory by penknife: SORRY FOR RECCING 2003 FICS BUT FLOGOGHGOGOGH THE 2003 PEOPLE GOT IT IN WAYS NOBODY ELSE DIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

-no capes by dedkake: this just hits all the spots of needing lighthearted comedy and keeping the magneto / professor x dynamic i so desperately crave. i love when authors play around with their identities while loosely sticking to canon hehe

-all these miles (just to get back home) by isthiswhatiam: you gotta read everything he posts tbh BUT this one is my personal fav i love post dark phoenix u_u

-in dreams begin responsibility by kass: im telling u the pre 2011 fics go so hard. and for what. My god. uim ill it's so good

-sweet by sadbigchungus: its so good. Do u know how fukcing hard it is to get krakoa cherik content. hard. but this hits all the sweet spots i love it so much it's so good

-a good night's sleep by insertsthmeaningful: Can i just say this author writes so much good fic and i am absolutely obsessed. as well as im obsessed w post assassination in xforce cherik like aoghogogjogghOGGH

-the way it travels in and keeps emitting light by populuxe: it's OGHGOGH i love reading this one. it's so hard to find fics that actually talk about disabilities and this one does it SO well and erik is SO perfect in this fic im sick!!

-a nice boy (the family matters edition) by pocky_slash: i don't wanna talk about how hard i cry when i reread this one i might have family issues of sorts.

-a winter's journey by red: i love old cheirk so mcuh it makes me want to eat my ownf oot

-the trouble with trilbies by obstrinatix: I LOVE. OLD MEN. CHERIK

-& other words by questors: this is so good like the worldbuilding genuinely floors and runs me over until im nothing but an useless dough

-necessary downtime by unforgotten: i . old cherik. Ogjjgjkrlgjlslkfd

-bug on a plate by lindstrom: ANOTHER ONE THAT ACTUALLY DESCRIBES DISABILITIES SUPER WELL AND DOESNT SHY AWAY FROM THEM ITS A HITTTT AND MIDDLE AGED CHERIK JUST HTIS DIFF SORRY

-the last love song and testament of charles f xavier by midrashic: u know what i said about liking afic so much u cant actually bring urself to properly word the comment so youre just waiting and waiting to properly say smth. Yea thats me w this fic too. why's it so fucking good. how am i meant to word my emotions. but hey if i got around to commenting on Afterlife i will to this

-one second and a million miles by madneto: nothing has ever put me through such a slowburn like this fic like it was so insane and crazy i felt like god was slapping me. PLUS. IRENE AND RAVEN ARE IN IT......SLAY!

-bloodbound by ikeracity: u know i didnt care about vampire fics until THIS ONE. WHERE I WAS LIKE. OH. OKAY. THEYRE GOOD ACTUALLY I SEE THE LIGHT IT MAKES SENSE NOW.

-the golden mean by somuchmorethanyouknow: IT'S SO GOOD OK. THE WAY I WISH THIS FIC WAS CANON JSUT BC IT WAS SO GOOD. THE GENOSHA BUILDING OF IT ALL. MY GODDDDDD! I LOVED IT. SO PAINFULLY GOOD. THE WRITING OF CHARLES AND EIRK IS SO EXCEPTIONAL BUT SO IS EVERYONE ELSE IN THE FIC TOO. AH

-make me stay by lynds: well. what can i say. who's to say no to a little telepathy play. sorry for liking bottom erik. as if it's my fault

-before you attempt me (fair warning) by kianspo: i read this one time i was really sad and i shouldnt have because i started crying about never being able to find a love like the one in this fic. anyway it's super good

-everything about it is a love song by pocky_slash: its bad for me. old cherik makes me go through itnso much. i cant believe ill never find love like this

-feels like you're mine by annejumps: Sorry for bottom erik enthusiast. AS IF ITS MY FAULTNTO HAVE SUCH GOOD TASTE

-because it's you that sets the test by equestrianstatue: [DERANGED NOISES] IM LIKEBSO CASUAL ABOUT THIS FIC IM NOT EVEN MENTALLH ILL.

-special studies in mutant topics by populuxe: my ao3 bookmark says "filed under fics i read while having a mental breakdown and saved my mental health" you can bet its so good and sexy and Oghgogngntnntnngng i will have to marry this authors writing style. SUBBING TO THIS AUTHOR ISNT ENOUGH I HAVE TO BUY THEM DINNER IDK

but also the sex thing: this fic ruined my ability to watch dofp. no matter how many times i watch it ill be quoting this fic along to it

thats it. for Now. i actually have more but some of them are just the real popular ones so im like. Yeah youve read it. BUT THE REST MIGHT BE FOR NEXT TIME. I GUESS. SORRY. THIS GOT OUT OF HAND

#asks #I love fanfic and i love talking about fanfic and i love writing fanfic and i love fanfic.#touches this post. mental illness #cherik

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hiddleloki · 4 years ago

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Angsty concept:

Peter is stuck in the mcu. For whatever reason, not even Strange can get him back to his own reality and time so now he's forced to accommodate to this reality. The Hex trio help him and they're his first real friends in this world. Darcy and Jimmy are his besties who introduce him to modern world stuff including social media and Monica is his bestie with whom he spends time, honing his powers and since Monica also has superspeed he serves as a mentor to her.

Ultimately even Wanda gets back and they talk and they forgive each other for hurting one another in different ways. They aren't family just yet, they still need to learn how to accept each other but it's a good start. At some point Wanda gets her twins back and he's Uncle P again and they're one step closer to being a family.

He gets a job as SWORD which is pretty rad for him and it's kinda an okay substitute for the X-Men and since SWORD is now being run by one of his friends it's even better. He and the Hex trio works mysterious cases and secretly also look for more mutants because Peter’s stubborn and refuses to believe he’s the only mutant in this world. He also decides to visit a therapist applied to him by Monica because he needs professional help with readjusting, and that therapist is someone Monica trust with her life and has also helped her with her own grievances.

Years pass, one, two, three,four and now it's 2027 and Peter's totally adjusted to the new world. He's still working at SWORD and through it he also met the Inhumans and Crystal and together they have an infant daughter, Luna, so Peter has a family again. Then one day Strange arrives at his home and tells him he has visitors and through the portal come Charles and Erik but they're both extremely old. Think Ian and Patrick old. It's explained to him that they spent decades looking for any sign of him but to no avail. They never gave up on finding him though. They also tell him some of his family and friends have passed already which further devastates Peter, who still can't get over the fact that Charles and Erik are OLD. His mom’s been long gone and his baby sister is now already a grandmother. Charles tells him that his team misses him and they built some sort of memorial in his name at school.

Then Charles excuses himself to allow Erik and Peter to talk and Peter just knows that Erik knows. So he asks him how he figured it out and Erik tells him that in a way he knew since the day he met him in prison but could never be sure until he was straight up told by Charles when they first started looking for him. Erik tells him that he understands why he didn't tell him in Cairo but that he would have loved to be in his life regardless and that just shatters Peter because he had this golden opportunity to have a bond with his father but he wasted it and now he will never get that time back. Erik tells him that he's just glad he got the opportunity to be able to see him again because living with no knowledge of what happened to him was one of the worst things he went through and he went through a lot.

Peter then tells him that there's someone he wishes him to meet and he takes him to Luna's cot and introduces his baby daughter to his dad and Erik is completely speechless but proud to be able to hold a grandchild which he never had an opportunity to do so before because Peter was his only relative left and has pretty much given up on ever having any family after Peter’s disappearance.

And when it's time to say goodbye Peter has the chance to go back with them but with a heavy heart declines as he now has a family of his own here and he cannot just abandon them. Erik and Charles tell him that they didn't expect anything else and once again he gets told by both of them how proud they are of him and they're happy he's alright and happy. Peter even calls Erik "dad" because he knows this is probably the only and last chance he will ever have to call him that. So Charles and Erik leave (this is just before Charles has a seizure and kills half his team and the X-Men world goes to crap) and Peter is just shattered because how could he not be!?

“... and Peter is just shattered because how could he not be!?”

This is me after reading this ask. I am Peter. I am shattered 😭

It brings a whole new meaning to “For a guy who moves as fast as me, I always seem to be too late” 😭

The idea that Peter got a chance at life in a different reality, managed to find friends, family and meanwhile in his home universe time just...went on...His team kept looking for him for 3-4 decades and they’re all old and dying and we all know what happens to the X-Men and mutants shortly after this little visit is just devastating😭

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jadoue1999 · 4 years ago

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The X-Men and the member they lost - Chapter 3

Summary: What do you get when you mix Hayward and the Xmen? A pissed off Erik that's seriously trying to not murder the man!

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,

Chapter 3: The Maximoff Anomaly

They had settled in fast. The older man that had intercepted them was called Hayward. He seemed very distraught at their arrival and made them go into an unused building. The director hadn’t listened to their protesting, he preferred having them out of the way. For what ever reason, Erik wasn’t sure. They soon realized that time worked differently in this universe. While they had already seen the episode and moved on, it had just ended as they arrived. Charles had told him with amusement that Hank would go crazy over the possibilities. Thankfully, the bunker contained televisions that monitored the town and the broadcast. Hayward had deemed necessary to make sure only people close to him knew of their arrival. They were all sitting around a table when he demanded their story. Charles spoke up. “We’re not from your Earth,” he started.

The director had looked at Kurt with a raised eyebrow, “I had that much figured.”

The professor continued, “two weeks back, one of our members went missing and the broadcast was all we could find. Our universe seems to be ahead of you with the episodes, but we are behind in years.”

“How so?” Questioned the woman sitting next to Erik.

“To us, it’s the eighties.” Charles waited a few moments, letting the people around some time to understand. “We come from a world where people are born with mutations, Kurt here can teleport.” The teenager looked at the professor, silently asking for permission to show his powers. Charles nodded and the blue mutant teleported from one side of the room to another. Hayward seemed shocked as the rest of the people gasped. Charles continued, “this is Raven, she can shapeshift.” Erik smirked as Mystique changed into a perfect copy of the director, making him jump out of his chair in surprise. She turned back into her human form and watched with amusement as Hayward slowly sat back down, eyeing her with caution. Probably seeing how unsettled the agents were, Charles decided to end this quickly. “I can personally read mind and Erik can control metal.”

Erik rolled his eyes as the military people looked at them with wide eyes. He wasn’t going to demonstrate his powers; he had done enough of that with Shaw. The team seemed to get the message that there would be no more demonstrations and moved on.

“So,” said the lady next to the director, “why are you here? Other than the broadcast.”

“Oh well, like I’ve mentioned before, we had a member of our team go missing.” The professor wheeled himself close to a screen and rewound the episode to when Peter appeared. “You see this young man? This is Peter, we had no clue where he went. We watched the broadcast in hopes for answers and we finally found him. Though in a tighter spot than we’d expected, but he does have a knack for trouble.”

Erik smirked at the joke; the speedster had always found himself in the strangest place at the wrong time. He was basically a magnet for trouble.

The director broke the silence. “So, this is not Pietro Maximoff?”

Erik shook his head, deciding to speak up at last, “no, he is not your Pietro, this is Peter Maximoff; my son.”

Hayward seemed surprised that someone other than Charles had spoken. “Is he like you all, enhanced?”

“Yes, he is a mutant,” answered Raven, clearly uncomfortable about the man’s tone. “He has superspeed.”

The director closed his eyes and sighed before turning to his colleague. “Bring the files concerning the Maximoff anomaly, they need to know.” The woman nodded and left the compound. He turned to the other members that hadn’t done much but gape at them and ordered them out. Apparently, he didn’t want people to witness what was about to happen. That left the man alone with the X-men. “Look, I get what you people can do, you barge in and act on an impulse; fix what you think is a threat and leave the rest of us to deal with the mess you leave behind. You might think you’re right, but this is my base.” Erik tensed up at the man’s words, this speech being all too familiar. “I don’t want you meddling in my stuff, Wanda Maximoff is a threat that needs to be dealt with no matter the price. You can go get your friend after.”

It was now official; he hated this man.

Though, before he could show him just how much he despised him, his colleague came back. She didn’t react to the lack of personnel, perhaps she had been expecting it. She was holding a significant number of files and what seemed to be a tv remote. Hayward thanked her and opened a file labeled ‘confidential’. It showed a picture of Wanda. Only she seemed younger, and her hair were a dark brown; there was also a man with bleached blonde hair at her side. They were in a crowd of people, their faces twisted in rage as they seemed to yell to something the picture didn’t show.

“This is Wanda Maximoff, back when she joined a Nazi base and accepted to be experimented on. This is how she got her powers.”

“Director, with all due respect, I believe your thoughts betray you,” interrupted Charles, to the man’s frustration. “I think it’s important to complete your statement and precise that she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.”

Erik secretly praised his friend and his telepathy; Hayward was obviously trying to antagonize the woman. It was obvious they now had to take his version of events with a grain of salt.

“Yes...” grunted the director, obviously upset about being caught in a lie. He pointed to the other man in the picture, “this is Pietro Maximoff, Wanda’s twin, the real one. He too had superspeed.”

He switched on a screen that was flatter than any television Erik had ever seen. It showed Wanda and Pietro in what appeared to be a lab. There was a sort of casket all plugged in with tubes. The pair seemed to be arguing with two older men. There was no audio, so their discussion didn’t make much sense. Suddenly, a blue blur raced through the lab, removing all the tubes in mere seconds. The blonde man stopped next to the casket looking thing and threw the last tube on the floor. It was strange, seeing another version of his son. Their powers were very similar yet very different. While Peter’s trail was silver, Pietro’s was blue, he also left some blue energy lingering in the air. It lasted a few seconds as he stopped before it disappeared. From the few dates in the documents and video, this Quicksilver seemed to have developed his powers only for a few months. It was probably why he seemed to be a little slower than his son. Hayward spoke again.

“The twins were working against the Avengers, those in charge of defending our planet. There was an army of robots threatening to destroy the world, they had sided with the robot in charge.” He glanced quickly at Charles. “They eventually changed sides, but Pietro didn’t survive.”

The footage changed to show a man and a child trying to take cover as a trail of bullets grew nearer. Suddenly, they were out of harm’s way and the speedster was in their place. His shirt was riddled with holes that quickly soaked with blood and he fell to the ground, dead. Fear seized Erik as he watched the man fall to the ground; momentarily seeing Peter in his place. Would a similar thing have happened had Mystique not disguised herself as one of the horsemen?

Hayward continued, showing footage of Wanda fighting in a group against other people, explaining how this event had led to the Sokovia accords, which was nothing more than a differently named mutant registration act. Except this one was actually approved. She had refused to sign and went into hiding, only to resurface when a titan had attacked the Earth. He apparently needed something called infinity stones, one of which was in Vision’s head. From the next chain of event Hayward told them, the titan had apparently succeeded in retrieving the stone. The real mystery was how the Vision was back to life; the director insisted that it was Wanda who resurrected him. She had been blipped, like half of the universe, and had came back grief stricken and ready to do anything to have a perfect family life. She had taken an entire town hostage and made them into her puppets. There was no telling what she might do to achieve her goal. Apparently kidnapping an alternate universe version of her brother wasn’t out of her reach. As Hayward continued telling them about Wanda’s life and what she had done, Erik had only one pressing thought: just how powerful was Wanda?

“How many people are in this town?” Wondered Charles.

“A little more than three thousand. They’re not all casted as roles, most are simply background characters.”

The wheelchair bound man nodded in comprehension. “Have you identified them all? Warned their families?”

He shook his head. “I believe it’s in everyone’s interest if we keep this low, we don’t want to alarm anyone. Especially when the world just came back.”

“You idiot,” raged Raven, “if they can’t reach their loved ones, they will ask questions. They will panic. Your logic is awfully flawed.”

“This is not your dimension, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” argued Hayward, clearly annoyed with them. “I will try to urge the identification process, but you people stay here. I don’t want more superpowered people and their associates getting in my way.”

With that, the man just left the place, followed by his colleague. Whether it was intentional or not, they left their documentation behind. Erik took one of the many files from the pile and opened it. This one described Vision’s origin and whereabouts until he had been destroyed in-

“Charles,” he said, not taking his eyes off the numbers. “This here says that the android died in 2018, five years ago.”

“We traveled 40 years in the future?” Said Kurt, understandably a little overwhelmed by the situation.

Raven put a comforting hand on the teleporter’s shoulder before looking at her friend. Her eyes showed how the situation affected her just as much as it did them. He didn’t blame her; Erik wasn’t sure if he truly grasped the gravity of the implications yet. For now, he preferred to focus on Wanda and her past; the more he knew about her, the better of a chance they’d have to retrieve his son safely and unharmed. The later wasn’t looking too hopeful. From his own experience with mind control and the co-worker’s reaction to being awoken, Peter would likely have a long and painful recovery once he would be back to himself. He just hoped that the differences between their timelines meant that he hadn’t been controlled since he had gone missing. Perhaps, by some luck, he would have arrived a little before he appeared on screen. He didn’t let himself think of what the speedster could have endured before being put under the woman’s spell. Especially if he had been her puppet for the entire two weeks he had disappeared.

“Erik,” interrupted Charles, “I can hear your concerns and I can assure you; your son is a fighter. His mutation is a natural telepath repellent, he’ll be just fine.”

The man smiled at his friend’s words, momentarily comforted. But then, a terrible thought creeped into his head. “Then tell me, old friend, if he is so immune; what horrible torture would he have to go under, so that his mental shield would be lowered enough for him to be vulnerable?”

The silence that followed his statement seemed to confirm that no one had even considered how Peter could be controlled in the first place. They had been too panicked at seeing the young man on the screen and then focused on getting to him to even think of the logic of his newly casted role.

“B-but he’ll be alright,” stammered Kurt, his tail anxiously twitching behind him, swinging, and curling unto itself. “He’s Peter, he always comes out alright.”

Charles smiles weakly at his student, “of course he will, Kurt,” he reassured him, “but we will have to give him time to heal and let him do the first steps when he’ll be ready.”

Erik shared a worried look with Raven, the professor seemed hopeful that the speedster would turn out fine, but he didn’t seem to realize how ahead he was thinking. They were on a military base that had studied for nine days this seemingly all powerful being that didn’t let you in without her consent and a rewrite of your life. And they hadn’t gotten far. From what they had learned, Peter would not be free of Wanda’s control unless she herself brought down the dome. But how could a grief-stricken mutant with powers never seen before just give up what she perceived as the perfect life she deserved?

...

They had stayed up late, learning about Wanda’s past and being horrified at what she had to go through. Erik wasn’t sure how he felt about the woman. She had gone through awful events, a struggle similar to his own. He did feel pity towards her, but he couldn’t look past the fact that she had his son playing her twisted game. The group had eventually settled down for the night, sleeping as good as they could without beds or blankets. They were suddenly awoken by some agitation on the base. Charles stared off into the distance before turning to his team, “Hayward has kicked off people from the base that were being disrespectful to him, now he’s coming our way.”

Indeed, barely fifteen seconds after he had spoken, the director opened the door. He seemed annoyed. “I’m just here to tell you that a new episode should air in the next twenty minutes.”

The blue teen looked at the man, “what happened outside just now?”

His question apparently wasn’t a welcome one since Hayward clenched his jaw in frustration. He answered nonetheless, “I got rid of nuisances. Nothing that concerns you or your team.”

That shut the boy up, but Raven stepped in front of him protectively. “You don’t get to talk to him like that, or to any of us.”

The director narrowed his eyes at her. “You should be thankful,” he snarked, “I could have you all arrested and locked up for the rest of your days, along with your little friend. Yet I haven’t even told anyone about your presence. I’ve been more than benevolent. So, I suggest you watch your mouth.”

Rage built up in Erik, he had heard these words so many times from government figures that disguised their hatred by saying what they could have done but didn’t. The metal bender was well aware that men like him wouldn’t hesitate to sell them out for a raise. What he didn’t appreciate was the way he threatened to imprison Peter as soon as they would get him free from Wanda’s control. Erik felt the metal in the man’s outfit and forced him closer, bringing him at his level. A sliver of fear was seen for a split second in Hayward’s eyes and a feeling of satisfaction crept into his chest. That man was a coward. “You listen to me,” he growled, “we can take out this base in seconds if we feel like it. I’ve seen your kind before, you crush others to rise in rank, but deep down you’re scared. You’re terrified because you’re aware that you are nothing. And if you drop your facade even for a second, they will see you for what you truly are. So, you take out the competition before it even has a chance to realize its potential. But guess what? You’ve met your match because I see you for what you truly are.” He paused as he stared into the man’s eyes. It was a competition of stares that lasted for a few seconds. Erik’s unwavering gaze pierced through the man’s pitiful attempt at intimidation without much effort. Finally, he let his grip go and kept his ground as Hayward took a few steps back. “Here’s a deal, little man, stay out of our way and we’ll stay out of yours.”

The director glared at him and then switched to the other people in the room, probably wondering if the threats he had said had a chance of becoming reality. Whatever he concluded, Erik didn’t know, but the man left the room fuming. The room was silent for a few seconds before Charles wheeled himself closer. He was about to speak but the metal bender beat him to it. “Don’t try to reason with me, old friend, that man had it coming. I only spoke the truth.”

The bald man shook his head. “Yes, you are right, and I don’t blame you for this, but perhaps threatening the director of the base we’re staying in wasn’t the greatest idea?”

Before he could argue, Raven intervened, “I think you did good. It’s been a while since I had seen one of your Magneto speeches; that Stryker knock off deserved it.”

He snorted at her comparison; Hayward was very similar to their own impersonation of the anti-mutant feeling back home. Kurt seemed a little unsettled by Erik’s speech. But he didn’t have time to make sure the teen was alright. Suddenly, the television in their little bunker flickered on; a new episode was starting. They all scrambled to sit down as the screen showed one of the twins running around with a camera in his hands. The upbeat intro song was echoing through the room.

‘Wanda!

WandaVision!

Don’t try to fight the chaos

Don’t question what you’ve done

The game can try to play us

Don’t let it stop the fun’

He opened the bathroom door, showing Wanda brushing her teeth; she also had rollers in her hair. She closed the door with her magic and Tommy ran downstairs to Vision who was reading the newspaper.

‘Some days, it’s all confusion

Easy come and easy go’

Erik watched the screen anxiously as the family members were shown, what would she make her son do?

‘But if it’s all illusion

Sit back, enjoy the show!’

The twin went in the kitchen, their neighbor was looking in the fridge. After a distasteful close up of the woman’s behind, Tommy was now headed for outside.

‘Let’s keep it going

Through each distorted day

Let’s keep it going

Though there may be no way of knowing

Who’s coming by to play’

A blur came out from the house and Erik’s stomach twisted as his son appeared on screen. He was wearing a grey and black shirt and jeans shorts. He briefly stopped in front of the camera and pulled his tongue out like some sort of rock star. He ran out of the shot and came back holding the long-haired twin under one arm. The screen froze to simulate a family picture being taken. The logo ‘WandaVision’ in red and yellow hues.

“Pietro Maximoff as himself?” remarked Raven unimpressed. “Really?”

Erik didn’t react to her voice; he was all too focused on his son. While he didn’t seem that different than usual, he couldn’t help but notice his hair. His usual silver mess of hair were now a bleached blonde. He stared at the screen in disbelief.

This woman had taken away one of Peter’s most unique traits, a part of his personality, to fit her narrative.

He continued looking at the screen with a mix of rage and anxiety. If she had changed him so easily to fulfill her illusion; there was no telling what else she could do if she found out he wasn’t truly her brother.

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Notes: Next chapter: the halloween special! (and something else)

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