#maybe he's embarrassed for accidentally follow charles's fan on x

[sharlleglerg]

[hot-claws]

I feel like in fan fiction, Logan is normally cast as the PE teacher. I hesitate to give him that role for some reason. I think people might underestimate how PE teaches things like stretching, how that changes, Logan’s willingness to test to be certified for teaching and/or attend conferences to follow education standards as new research comes out.

But hear me out - I think he is better suited as the groundskeeper. Especially in the movieverse setting post X2 where Logan is at the start seemingly freeloading off of the school while it operates. He starts of with subtle things that just annoys him - like a creaking sound on a cabinet. Just put some WD40 on that. Then he notices a worn panel, probably damaged by a student with overactive powers. No worries - Logan found some tools in an outdoor shed and builds a new panel and installs it.

The other faculty and students don’t notice it but then start to realize slowly that… the drawers open more smoothly. The wood finishes seem more shiny and new. That fence has a fresh coat of paint. The kitchen sink stopped dripping. Eventually, the students catch on and they ask for Logan to fix things in their room. It starts off with a student who is embarrassed to tell the teachers that he burned a piece of furniture when accidentally using their powers. Then Rogue complains about a wobbly chair in her table within earshot of Logan and he comes over and fixes it. Jean mentions that she needs to replace a piece of exercise equipment in the gym and Logan offers to pick it up and install it. Instead of taking the car into a mechanic, Scott consults Logan first about an issue with one of the cars and they’re able to figure out what’s wrong on their own instead.

Charles eventually brings up in a faculty meeting how nice it is that they haven’t had to hire contractors lately to fix things around the school. It’s normally a pain to vet contractors to make sure that they aren’t anti-mutant or make arrangements to keep the mutant school thing a secret. But now Logan seems to have naturally taken that role in the school. Logan has no comment on the matter and is regularly absent during staff meetings.

He can still be a substitute teacher (in a pinch), proctor tests, lead X-team trainings, supervise the kids during field trips, lead extracurricular activities like outdoor trips and martial arts. I believe in the DoFP universe where Logan is a history teacher in the Howard Zinn style of "bottom up" vs "top down". But I just feel like groundskeeper is more realistic imo.

Side note: Maybe I just overvalue my PE education because as a 30 year old I am so appreciative of learning how to stretch. I don’t think Logan would bother or know like the most recent changes to exercise best practice for an updated curriculum. I also went to school in California when Arnold Schwarzenegger was governor and he implemented a lot of state educational policy where students had to be tested on several things like mile times, bmi, endurance, strength, etc. As an unathletic nerd, I remember it because it source of stress if I couldn’t pass these assessments. And again I think that administrative burden doesn’t feel like something that Logan would bother. I do think it’d bother the faculty if it’s not done because they do want the students to matriculate to colleges should the students want to pursue higher education. That requires meeting accreditations standards regardless if the school has secrets about the paramilitary training and the mutant social services.

[siriushxney]

hey id like to send in a blurb rq if possible, where charles accidentally exposes his feelings for yn and everyone is like ‘uhm what?’ And when he realizes what hes said he goes all red and embarrassed, take your time and dont feel pressured into writing it if you dont feel like it🥰

* . THINKING OUT LOUD !

pairing — charles leclerc x reader

rating — fluff

wordcount — 775

warnings — n/a

note ! — I may or may not have made this a little bit longer then I needed to... but I got carried away, enjoy!

growing up with charles has it’s perks — not only did you get to see him evolve into the fantastic driver and man that he is today, but you also got to spend the years alongside his family. pascale was your second mother, and arthur and lorenzo became somewhat like your brothers. they were your second family.

so when charles came home from his exciting life with excellent results in his last race — a family dinner was set to happen. pascale inviting you the minute she found out charles was coming home.

charles had arrived hours ago, his bags left in his old room as found himself now sitting in the dining room. charles watched as you conversed with his brothers as if they were your own, and watching as his mother fawned and spoke to you like you were one of her biological children — you fit perfectly with his family. then again, you always have.

when he was younger his parents were convinced that you two would marry one day — the way the two of you acted and spoke to each other was something straight out of a movie to them. friends since birth, turned to lovers — it was a classic trope. the two of you had always brushed off those comments and thoughts though, convinced that whatever you had was always just going to be platonic love.

it didn't turn out that way for charles.

as the years progressed, as well as your friendship — he started to see you in a different light. the laugh that he used to tease you for now brought a smile to his face everytime, and the hugs that never caused any butterflies in his stomach, now set millions free with the slightest touch. he had fallen for you faster then he could’ve prepare himself for.

you are it for him. the partners he's had never could live up to you — they could never set the fire in his heart quite like the one that burned for you.

he loved you.

"did you say something charles?" the voice of his mother rang from a few places beside him. as his eyes refocused and he came out of his thoughtful state, he noticed you staring at him with wide eyes, his brothers both trying to hide laughs behind their hands, and his mother with a bright smile on her face.

"I- no...? did I say something?" charles wasn't sure what he said, or if he had spoken at all. but with everyone looking at him the way they were, he knew that he had said something — he just hoped it wasn't related to what was going through his head at that moment.

"you said something about loving a certain someone," pascale teased the now reddening boy.

"the words you spoke, and I quote 'I love Y/N' — it was quite loud as well," arthur spoke out, his laughs and giggles present alongside lorenzo's.

looking back to you, charles noted the way you averted your eyes from his own, and the way you fanned yourself slightly with your hand. were you embarrassed? flustered? both? he couldn't tell.

"arthur, lorenzo, step into the kitchen with me please," pascale ushered the two boys out of the room, leaving you and charles to be — offering a wink to you before exiting herself.

silence followed — the both of you staying quiet, not sure of what to say to the other.

"is what you said true?"

"is what true?" he played dumb. he didn't want to face the consequences of thinking out loud.

"that you love me?" hearing you say the words he had uttered moments ago, caused his heart to seemingly stop beating. he could hear his blood rush in his ears, and throat close up.

"if it was, what would you say?"

the few moments of silence after he asked almost killed him, and as much as he wanted to look up and try to figure out what you were thinking — he couldn't. he couldn't force himself to look at the person that was running through his head on loop. he didn’t want to face the rejection.

"if it was... I would say that I love you too," charles head snapped up in surprise. "and that you should have told me sooner you goof."

before charles could even move from his seat and bring you into his arms, pascale and his brothers emerged from the kitchen. "does this mean a wedding?" pascale's eyes basically sparkled as she spoke the word 'wedding'.

"ah maman!" charles gritted his teeth as he spoke, basically begging his mother to stop talking.

"who knows pascale, who knows," you threw a wink to her before turning to charles — a sweet and loving smile on your face.

maybe thinking out loud was okay sometimes.