#xavier fan fic

[twinklerei]

Im convinced a lot of you "comic fans" arent really comic fans at all and just like participating in fanon

[hanniballecterkinnie]

does anyone know of a cherik fic where erik is there to witness jean forcing charles to walk in dark phoenix? i think the angst potential is crazy

[dragongirlpoet]

Corrupt

Sylus x reader (not mc)

Synopsis: Feared, ruthless and agonisingly attractive, Sylus infuriates you like no other. Yet, you work for him. As you immerse yourself in a life of vice with the Onychinus leader, you soon uncover secrets darker than the shadows he wields. Perhaps, just perhaps, you got more than what you bargained for…

Themes: Enemies to lovers, angst, sexual tension, slow burn, violence I Words: 2.1k I Semi made-up lore/cultural facts

“Drinking on the job? Tsk, that’s the third infringement on company policy you’ve made tonight, kitten.”

He took a sip of his whisky — aged in sherry cask, distilled just right with spherical ice. It was how he liked it. I knew, because I was having the exact same drink — his choice of poison at every revel, every meeting, every reclusive night alone. 

Sylus threw me a derisive look, cherry eyes surveying me over the glisten of his glass. 

“Intentions become more blatant, after a drink or two. Or in your case, five.” I challenged the man who’s kept me hired for the past year.

I was grateful. My work at the Hunters Association had turned trite. Clockwork really, — detect Wanderers, eradicate them, aid the wounded. Righteous, lawful, and so…moral.

My heart had staged a mutiny long before my mind resolved for change. And so I left my woe of comfort and dived into the hellfires of felony. He had found me scavenging for Protocore fragments in the N109, attempting to make my mark with abysmal self-made weapons.

Trinkets — Sylus had called them. Indeed I was a stray cat vagrant in the dominion of vultures.

The leader of Onychinus circled me as I downed my glass, eyebrow cocked at my words. His handsome face gave nothing away — a classic Sylus signature. 

“Dance with me?” 

A loaded question. One with threat and agency lurking beneath.

I took his outstretched hand and let him whisk me into the centre of the dapper nightclub — exclusive, accessible only to the most premier, and despicable, of criminals. 

Sylus was one of them. 

With expert grace, he spun me into an embrace, one gloved hand intertwined with mine, the other at my waist. Our steps fell in harmony with each other at once, like missing chords finding solace in a melody. 

“So? What have you heard? You seemed thoroughly engaged with that halfwit over there…” his words trailed away as his gaze dipped to my silver dress. Being his right hand had me acquainted with his quirks — sometimes endearing, more so disturbing. 

The subtle smirk dissipated as soon as it came.

“They have ties with the Ever Group. Something about a nitrogen spectrum…a capsule…Kenshi and his men have been on the hunt for it for a whi…” 

“You look divine in this dress. I had it picked out just for you. Do you not like it?” his impertinence interrupting my mid-sentence. 

I huffed a breath. “It works similarly to a Protocore, quite li…”

“Damask rose, isn’t it? With a hint of honeysuckle…out of all my spies…” he lowered his head, “you’re my favourite scent.” A roguish smile accompanied the wanton glint he cast into my eyes. 

It had always been like this. Sylus would send me on missions, most times by his side. I was never granted the elucidations of tasks, only that I’d to “act as good bait…suss out whatever information you can…kill if you have to…”

I would probe, and he would reply with a curt, “Not safe. Just do as you’re told.” It was in those moments where I thought I’d witnessed fragility in his demeanour. He would catch on, and he would put on his mask of aloof and asshole, like right now.  

I rolled my eyes, vexation apparent on my features. Sylus seemed content that he got under my skin. Not giving me a chance to reply, he twirled me around, the warm velvet of his coat now a flaming singe against my bare back. So that’s why he chose this dress…

“Come on, don’t look so incensed. I heard you. You’re doing a fantastic job, kitten. Always giving me what I need.” The last word came out huskier than intended beside my ear. 

The club was cold. Sylus was conceited. It was a perfect match. As much as I abhorred his arrogance, I welcomed the warmth of his body to mine. 

I remembered defrosting at my fireplace after I’d been caught in a snowstorm. I had sat there for hours, letting the crackling heat appease my frozen limbs. It felt nice, comforting. And with Sylus’ arms now wrapped around me — he was my fireplace.

“I’m just trying to make this spy business enjoyable for us both. Even if you’re unhappy, at least act it. After all, you’re good at pretending, right?” 

There was an edge to his words.

“I saw how you brushed his hand… that spineless leech….unless you were thinking of fucking him tonight?” His hiss was loud enough for the crowd close to us to hear. They turned, throwing us looks of disdain and outrage. I doubted Sylus realised how hard his fingers were digging into my skin.

Cheeks flushed both from the whisky and his risky display of assertion, I shot him a warning glance. “You’re insane, Sylus.”

“So quit then. But do it later, not now, not while everyone’s watching. I don’t want an audience I didn’t ask for.” He was taunting me again, wholly unfazed by the almost furore.

How much did he drink tonight?

Maybe it was the alcohol, but I was in no mood to counter his transgressions. Instead, I snaked my arms back, cradling his neck, fingers threading through his silver head of hair. Sylus stiffened at my touch, likely taken aback by my insolence. 

Soulful, sensual beats reveberated through the club, patrons — descendants of the devil themselves, wives, mistresses — all caught up in the fervour of the music. Couples were fondling and kissing on the monochrome floor. And well, I didn’t find a reason why I shouldn’t join the hedonistic heist.

So into his body I pushed mine. Gripping my hips with his right, his left hand slipped down to my abdomen, tracing the lining of my underwear. As I let my head fall back into his chest, his own came lower to nudge my face, burying his nose in my temple. A flutter flushed in my core.

There was a sort of courtliness to the way Sylus moved, a kind of elegance you could find only in Kings and Queens. Yet the way he was guiding my hips to sway in rhythm to his held such lewdity. To the frolicking outlaws here, we looked very much the part of reigning besotted lovers — timeless, transcendent. 

Enthralled by the song and how Sylus was spooning me like I was his revered ruby, I ground myself indulgently against his leather pants. He grew hard at once, length prodding at my back. 

Our combined excitement was short-lived, though. The silver dress he gifted me caught in the buckle of his belt, hiking the silk up. My black panties were exposed in wondrous glory, earning hungry looks from the men around. 

The Onychinus kingpin tugged my dress down immediately, struggling slightly at the fabric fastened to his metal. His reflexes were swift as the time I aimed a loaded gun at him. 

A loaded gun, one that was now hoisted towards the crowd. He really was insane. 

“Look away, or I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out.” His decree thundered over the booming of the speakers.

Several men smirked, others pretended to ease back into their cavorting. Assault, drugs, murder — it was just another night here at the N109. Being threatened with a revolver? — A mere parlour trick. 

But perhaps that was what Sylus wanted to let on. “Never reveal your hand. Remain powerful by appearing meek.” That was the first lesson he had taught me. 

“Sylus…careful…you could’ve put us in jeopardy…” I cast a concerned glance his way, only to find him polishing his pistol with his coat, his face a nonchalant calm. 

His tone however, was one of annoyance, as if reprimanding a child. “I wasn’t fond of the little show you just put on.” 

I put on a show? He was the one who…I sucked in a breath to abstain from an outburst. He was getting on my last nerve. 

Pretending the best I could, I instead riposted, “Oh no, it’s not for them. I put these on just for you.” 

Two could play at that game. 

I watched the silver-haired devil pin me with his gaze, the dark of his pupils rising up to swallow me whole.  

“I ought to punish you for violating company rules. Seems you’re breaking many of them tonight.” 

“That’s why you hired me in the first place, isn’t it? I don’t play by the rules.”

There was a pause. The music seemed to fade out into a distant void, drowning the chatter along with it. Strobe lights danced around his face, illuminating the reds of his eyes. His right iris appeared to…glow?

A faint disorientation overcame me. In between blinking and regretting what I said, though, I thought I noticed Sylus inch closer — as if a subtle act of want. Only I had the privilege, or burden, to be sentient of his every complexity. 

I regarded his stare as they roved over my eyes, my lips, closing the space between us…

“I want to go home.” I muttered. 

Sylus straightened himself. If he was peeved, I couldn’t tell. 

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The ride on his motorcycle was spent in silence, save for the roaring of his modified exhausts. I refused to hold him, choosing instead to grab onto the fairing of the tail. So was another night of ambiguous motives and aimless flirtations, one in which I had grown increasingly restless.

“Why is everyone looking for the spectrum?” I asked at a traffic stop.

Silence.

“How is it even related to a Protocore? What’s so danger…”

“You really should hold on to me. I can’t risk my best spy falling off…” once again disregarding my questions, crimson eyes glaring at me through his side mirror.

“What is wrong with you? It’s been a year! And yet you don’t trust me enough with details of your dealings?” I yelled over the muffle of my helmet, my own voice ringing in my ears. 

A low rumble sounded in the distance, quite like skyscrapers being blown apart by covert dynamites. The loud whirring of Sylus’ motorcycle remained, the combined knells throwing us into a pit of trepidation.

“Kitten.” 

I knew that tone. 

Drawing out my gun, I swung myself off the bike and fired. The Protocore-infused bullet buried itself in the recesses of a Wanderer, shredding its power source, erupting shards of alloy projectiles. Some of the pieces lodged themselves into other Wanderers, causing them to convulse violently, teetering on the brink of destruction.

Behind me, Sylus fended off several monsters, his Evol wrapping ominous tendrils around their form. In a mere furl of his hand, they disintegrated into dust, leaving clouds of ash in their wake. 

My weapon was formidable enough, having been altered with a Zenith Core — a deviant design forged by Sylus himself. “I made this just for you,” he had surprised me in my first month of training. “It’ll keep you safe. Though you’ll always be so long as I’m around.”

Another shot was fired, this time by Sylus, barrel of his gun aimed over my shoulder. The creature at my back let out a piercing snarl before it crumbled into pieces. Our eyes met at once, the animosity from earlier now a muted thrum.

Hostility, however, chose to emerge in a different form — more Wanderers. Hoards of them. I spotted Foulwings and Magma Knaves, both species not known to spawn here. 

I unsheathed my blade, but we were ringed in. Their screeches and grunts enveloped the night, like a fathomless blackhole draining all levity.

“There’s too many of them. We need to leave now.” 

In a swift grab of my arm, Sylus tugged me into a whirl of nothingness. Red and black sworls engulfed us, and the last thing I remembered was being thrust in such nauseating force that I blanked out. 

—

“Kitten. Kitten, wake up.” 

I’d have recognised that voice anywhere.

Sylus was staring at me, hints of distress plain in his electric eyes. I was propped up against his arms in the middle of an empty street. It looked familiar, but not quite. Dim streetlamps cast an unearthly glow to the pavements, their shadows prostrate like spindly entities on a night prowl. 

The buildings were far from towering ones in Linkon and the N109, carved instead, out of bricks and stone no more than five stories tall. Rickety signboards flickered on and off, as though a visual alarm to caution that we were not welcomed here.

“Sylus, where are we?”

A deep sense of rue loomed over his face.

“N109 Zone.”

“120 years in the past.”

[c-o-t-o]

i know they didn't come out yet but can you write a fic of the love and deepspace guys based on the memories coming out of them being tie d up 🙈 please and thank you!

A chance to write some bdsm into my fics? Oh, absolutely lol. I would like to try and get the 5 star memories first, maybe I can continue the fic where the memory stops so it flows.

But don't you worry, I will absolutely be writing about all three of them from the Veiled Whispers event!

[vvividlyy]

Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom, X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) - Fandom, X-Men (Movieverse) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, past Erik Lehnsherr/Raven | Mystique Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Raven | Mystique, Hank McCoy, Alex Summers, Bolivar Trask, Ororo Munroe, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Emma Frost Additional Tags: Post-DOFP, BAMF Raven, Hurt/Comfort, Poor Charles, Protective Erik, physical/psychological torture, Medical Experimentation, mention of Nazism in chapter 14 Summary:

Two months after Washington, Raven found Erik in a skeevy motel off the Florida interstate.

“They have Charles, Erik,” she said.

The bedframe shrieked. In the bathroom, the showerhead snapped in half and clattered into the tub.

I devoured this fic in like, a day. It was VERY dark and angsty, but I kind of really love that, as long as there’s comfort / a happy ending. I love a furious, protective Erik showing up for Charles when he’s really in trouble. 

This fic touches on the way that Erik & Charles can come together when one of them is in need, or when they have a common enemy, or in the downtime between their ambitions, which is something I find particularly heartbreaking and beautiful about their relationship- because they love each other so much but the reality of their opposing philosophies is just too much for their relationship to bear.

I also really love the way that this fic explores Charles’ telepathy and Erik’s inability to accept his powerlessness in the wake of Charles’ incredible power. I was kind of a crying mess thinking about how maybe they could be together if Charles had a different power, but Charles deserves someone who accepts him etc etc.... ugh he’s my babygirl, okay!? Anyway. If you’re up for a long, deliciously painful story give this a read! And remember, ONLY happy endings for my pookies <3 

[ficzhub]

Encourage people

I was about to give up on my Wenvier fic bc I had a serious case of writer’s block about it and I said so (so anyone still hoping wouldn’t hold their breaths for an update), and four people begged me in the comments to update and I don’t know how but that sparked something in my brain and now I’m writing for it again.

[itskirstiswani]

I need to read a fan fic about Charles and Erik have kids and one of them turns out to be a human. Charles is worried that Erik would love that kid less as a result and when Charles decides to ask about it Erik tells Charles that he’s offended that he would even ask him something like that because he would love all of their children regardless of what they are or where they came from. Does anyone have any fic recs that are similar to this plot

[starlightlangdon]

A little blurb to start things off posting fics here! ( not all of my fics will be like this haha)

The Thrill Of The Chase || 18+ to read

( warnings: mentions of homicide, beginning of smut scene, toxic relationship?, possessive Xavier, ghost Xavier, dark!Xavier,)

Xavier was the one who took your life.

He was also the one to reinvent it.

Even 40 years after his death, Xavier has not lost the thrill of killing. It's the only thing that makes him feel alive and reconnects him with the feeling of actually having something to lose. Every time he sees the light fade from his victim's eyes, it's a rush like no other. After decades of boredom, circling the same woods over and over again... what else can he do?

Xavier killed you almost three weeks ago. Ever since, you've been his new distraction. You're still not really come to terms with being a ghost but in some ways, he's been a distraction for you too.

Xavier was... intimidating. Not just in the way he reminds you of your death, the way he's responsible for your death. No, there's something about him that makes you weak in the knees, makes you stumble over your words and makes your brain space every time he gets somewhat close to you.

He loves it as much as you might hate it.

He has a rule about you talking with the other ghosts. He doesn't want anyone talking to you, anyone messing with what he's deemed his. But today he saw you talking to Chet.

You had gotten lost in the forest of camp redwood. The tall trees all looked the same and once you got far enough away from the abandoned cabins and former camp counselor staff buildings, it all started to blur together. You didn't have the years of experience navigating these woods like most of the other ghosts did. You were what they called a ‘newbie spirit’. And today you sure felt like one. That is, until you ran into Chet.

Chet was using a set of makeshift weights he had crafted from some of the heavier logs from the redwood trees. You didn't talk to Chet for more than 5 minutes, just long enough to ask for directions back to the camp area. But that was long enough for Xavier to see.

Now you're pinned against one of the redwood trees, your mind filled with a dizzying combination of lust and fear. For Xavier, killing was what made him feel alive. For you, it was how Xavier made you remember what it felt like to have a beating heart that could race.

"What have I told you about talking to Chet?" He spoke the words calmly but his eyes burn with a need to hear your answer, his restraint being held by a very thin thread in danger of snapping. You've seen that look many times in the last few weeks. It never resulted in you walking away from him without a punishment of some kind.

"I-.. um" There it goes again, the way your brain blanks. You try to gather your composure and speak without your voice shaking. "I got lost. It's a big forest! I just asked for directions.."

He chuckles a little, almost like what you said was funny. He leans a little closer, his cross earring dangling slightly as his head tilts. "You say that like it makes it okay."

Your eyes widen a little. "Xavier.. I-"

He cuts you off before you get the chance to keep digging yourself into a deeper hole with him. "Shh. I don't want to hear it... " He almost sounds like he's comforting you, but you know better. "in fact, I don't want to hear anything"

His lips roughly crash into yours. It takes your words and your breath away, just like he wanted. His hand moves to your stomach, his fingers traveling lower and lower. He pulls his lips away from yours just enough to whisper against them.

"I want to hear you moan... not talk. No more talking. To me, to him.. to anyone..." His blue eyes look at you closely, narrowing slightly. "M'Kay?"

All you can do is nod, desperately trying to bite back a moan even though you know it's pointless to even try… he'll hear it in a few minutes anyway.

He always gets what he wants.

And what he wants, is you.

[mingis-orangejuice]

I know I've been gone for a while but...

I'm back! (I doubt anyone even noticed I was gone lol, I only have like 100 followers )

but anyway, did you guys see the new stuff that's coming to Love and Deepspace!?!?!? like they're adding so much new stuff, I just watched the second livestream on their official YouTube channel. infold feeds us well!

I'm probably gonna start writing again and I want to actually organize my blog so that my fics are easier to find. I also think I might start taking requests now, we'll see I'm not sure how consistent I'll be tho, I have ADHD so I'm prone to starting things and never finishing them once I get bored.

Anyway Happy New Year and Happy New Love and Deepspace 3.0 update hehe

[kittluzbills]

YALLLLL

you guys are literally the best im gonna start working on the requests you guys sent me!!

xx kitt

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[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Ok so I know I haven't talked Enough about legendkeepers for this to make total sense, but recently I talked about them to a friend about there being a group chat post-games, namely for the sake of keeping people in the loop for potential legendary incidents. Then I joked about how the missing/fallen ex-champion of Unova, Lena, could get rediscovered if you had Kimmie (Unova's stand-in champ) and Maciel (ex-member of Team Snagem and orre trainer) talking long enough, and this whole chatlog wrote itself!

Full disclaimer, even as I wrote this I anticipated it's ooc/incorrect for the stories, but I had too much fun not to share - even did a couple hasty scribbles to accompany it! Hope you enjoy the chaos! Optional author's 'notes' in tags

MASS TEXT

Rex, Ritsu, Maciel, Aspen, Kimmie, Xavier, Satsuki

-(xxx) xxx-xxxx has been added to the chat-

Kimmie: ok so she's been missing for 2 years now, but I'm including Lena's phone number in this group chat because she's Technically the one in charge of our guys 

Kimmie: so like if her phone ever works again she'll get these messages

Rex: smashing, absolutely not how to handle missing persons but sure why not

Maciel: Wait

Maciel: Lena Who

Kimmie: [img attachment] The missing champion of Unova???

Maciel: Wait

Maciel: [img attachment] 

Maciel: This Lena???

Kimmie: Get out

Kimmie: GET OUT?????

Kimmie: HOW DID YOU GET THAT AND WHERE IS SHE

Maciel: I took it just now

Maciel: she is sitting in my sidecar

Maciel: like she always does

Maciel: she doesn't know what's going on but says hi btw

Rex: I Have Been Corrected, evidently this somehow IS how you handle a missings persons case 

Rex: just include their phone number in a group chat and all problems will be solved

Rex: why didn't Xavier and I think of that???? 

Kimmie: Rex hush Maciel and I gotta work this out

Kimmie: Maciel istg if you're telling me that girl you hang with all the time is our missing champion I'm gonna heckin LOSE IT

Maciel: YOU'RE gonna lose it

Maciel: I'M the one being informed my amnesiac friend of 5+ years is evidently the missing champ of 2 years ongoing now

Maciel: which. Not to pretend I went to school

Maciel: but I'm decently sure that's not how math works last I checked??

Ritsu: I didn't go to school either

Rex: ???????

Ritsu: if that helps

Aspen: I have and still go to school and can confirm that's not how math works 

Kimmie: GUYS FOCUS HERE

Satsuki: guys I am trying to sleep over here in Hoenn several timezones away from all of you

Satsuki: why are you blowing up my phone???

Kimmie: MACIEL'S HOLDING THE UNOVA CHAMP HOSTAGE

Maciel: Evidently my friend Lena's the missing champ?

Maciel: wait WHAT

Maciel: I AM NOT

Maciel: SHE IS JUST SITTING HERE I'M NOT HOLDING ANYONE TO ANYTHING

Satsuki: Kimmie quit accusing people of kidnapping it's 3AM

Satsuki: well for me anyways

Kimmie: But he kinda is!

Kimmie: He's had Lena all this time and not said anything about it 

Kimmie: even though the unova champ going missing was big international news??

Kimmie: kinda sus he didn't say something sooner don't you think? 

Rex: Again, not how missing persons cases work

Maciel: I'M SAYING SOMETHING NOW DONUTHEAD 

Satsuki: I'm muting this chat so I can sleep. Ritsu can you lmk what everyone agrees on here?

Ritsu: sure thing, night Satsuki! Sorry we woke you ^^;

Aspen: so uh

Aspen: it sounds like she's safe and sound 

Aspen: right Maciel?

Maciel: [img attachment]

Maciel: I bought her ice cream. She's FINE.

Aspen: so

Aspen: why not just

Aspen: have her go back?

Aspen: or have Kimmie meet with her maybe

Aspen: wait that sounds dumb doesn't it

Ritsu: It's not dumb but

Ritsu: Like Maciel said, she HAS forgotten everything from before Orre

Ritsu: she's always sounded kind of like me, just 

Ritsu: dropped elsewhere on the map

Ritsu: and also not turned into a pokemon

Ritsu: so idk if she'll be much help as a Unova champ rn...?

Rex: The young Ritsu has a good point. This Lena individual may have suffered the same sort of temporal displacement as Ritsu himself

Rex: GDI CALYREX GOT HIS BLOODY PAWS ON MY PHONE AGAIN

Rex: One sodding moment. Ritsu we're having rabbit stew with brussels tonight

Ritsu: ^^;

Kimmie: guuuuys

Kimmie: who cares about that?

Kimmie: that’s Champion Lena! Eating ice cream! With an ex-convict!!

Maciel: FU I was never convicted of anything

Kimmie: Arceus knows what you did

Ritsu: Actually I think that’s just a myth!

Ritsu: Arceus tends to know very little of what goes on with humans

Ritsu: Actually it has little power over us period when it comes down to it

Ritsu: I mean

Ritsu: why else ask an uncoordinated newly human to do an Arceus’s work you know? Lol

Kimmie: 8/

Kimmie: ooooook

Kimmie: look just

Kimmie: Lena’s got people who have been looking for her for AGES

Rex: two years is not “ages” Kimmie

Kimmie: Rex omgggggggg 

Kimmie: what I MEAN is

Kimmie: The league’s been looking

Kimmie: Looker’s. Uh. Looking.

Kimmie: Cheren and Bianca and N have been looking

Kimmie: I’VE been looking

Kimmie: can we please just have her come back?

Kimmie: just like

Kimmie: so we know she’s safe?

Maciel: Fine. I’ll ask

Maciel: she says she’s cool with it

Maciel: she’s always wanted to visit Unova anyways 

Maciel: she does want me to reiterate she doesn’t remember anything though. She appreciates people have been looking but doesn’t want anyone to get let down here

Kimmie: EEEEE TY TY TY TY

Kimmie: I’ll let everyone know!

Kimmie: about the amnesia too

Kimmie: how soon will you guys get here?

Maciel: uhhhh

Maciel: dunno. Haven’t had a chance to work that out

Maciel: we like. Just decided

Maciel: don’t exactly have money for plane tickets just lying around here

Kimmie: huh

Kimmie: oooooh wait ok I get it

Kimmie: you probably have the money but can’t use it all at once right?

Kimmie: draws attention and all that ;)

Maciel: can you quit accusing me of crimes every two seconds??

Maciel: I’m trying to work with you here and you keep insulting me at every turn

Kimmie: wait wait wait wait

Kimmie: bad joke

Kimmie: sorry :(

Kimmie: I have the money, I can pay

Kimmie: yours too

Kimmie: does that sound fair?

Maciel: yeah ok

Maciel: whatever

Maciel: Lena says she's flexible and so am I 

Maciel: you can just text me whatever flight works for you guys and we'll meet up with you

Kimmie: thanks

Kimmie: sorry again

Maciel: whatever

Aspen: glad everything

Aspen: uh

Aspen: worked out?

Kimmie: yeah!

Xavier: what

[hellcatinnc]

Fluffruary Day 12 - Love Of Birds

(Alt. Birds)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, birds, bird watching, sunny date, outside date, cuddles, love, romantic, picnic, love and deepspace, xavier x fem! reader

Word Count: 885

Feature: Xavier x Fem! Reader

Theme: Birds

@fluffruaryprompts

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I chose to do the alternative to this date and did based around birds because I just felt like it was a nice date to have with someone who centers powers around light.

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Its nearly 7am and you're rubbing your eyes trying to wake up. You breathe in smelling fresh brewed coffee. The scent tantalizes your senses and you know you got to get it together so you can get a cup. Then as you lay there you realize you didn't make coffee, so how is it made? You sit up in the bed and as you do you see your door open and there is your boyfriend Xavier, he is holding you a nice hot coffee in his hands. You reach out to it as he chuckles at a bit then he sits on the bed side as he hands it to you. That first sip as you close your eyes and you feel comfy, and cared for in that precious moment. You want to thank him but first you need more in your bloodstream. After a few sips letting the flavor fill your mouth, you smile and open your eyes to look at him. "Thank you Darling for this, it was much needed." He still finds it funny how you love your coffee however he knows how to make it perfect now, sometimes even better than you make it yourself.

His soft spoken voice is music to your ears. "I want to take you on a date today." Your cheeks flush as you hear his request and you meet his gaze with a smile. He steps back out into the other room as you get dressed he is packing together stuff for the date. You have no idea what he has planned but you have learned not to question sweet Xav because he keeps every day exciting. Every time you think you know the direction or what he plans then he turns around and changes it up again, but its not only a challenge but it livens up your life. It was a casual date so you put some shorts on and a shirt with your hair put up in a pony tail. You step out of your room and you see him with a big bag on one shoulder this has you curious but your sure you will love it. As you walk towards him he reaches out to grab your hand as you walk out with him.

He wasn't always the hand holding type but now he can't get enough of it. He has a hidden clinginess about but he just doesn't want people to know. He walks you to the park across the road from your apartment all while holding you hand he pulls you along. You're really glad you got that coffee in your system with all his dragging you along. He drags you along since he walks faster to the river banks he turns around "This is perfect!" Thats all he says nothing more, not why or even what you two are planning to do. You stand there watching him take out a blanket from the bag and set it up then he pulled out finger foods. You couldn't help but laugh because he doesn't feel comfortable cooking alot yet since he burns alot. You thought it was sweet though he was putting all out over the blanket.

He pulled out binoculars you had no clue what he had planned to use this for. He motioned for you to come over and lay in his arms, so you did as he said. He gave you the binoculars and showed you where you could look at to see birds. At first it seemed like a boring thing to do until you both made a game of this. Before you knew you two were searching for birds of certain colors, you were enjoying yourself. It was so comfy laying in his arms as you both searched for birds and just talking it was the most peaceful you had been in a long time. With the sounds of the river flowing in the background this was perfect and absolute perfect date with your love. This is one of the little things that he has made you love that you would have never tried without him.

After a bit you worked up a appetite and instead of letting you feed yourself he took some of the fruits out first and he hand fed you. It was sweet and no one had ever done this for you before. He was spoiling you and your body and heart was overwhelmed by him and this absolute perfect date and that made you so happy. As it started to get a bit chilly he used his light evol to warm the area you two were sitting in for a bit longer. Before you knew it was mid afternoon spending time out at the park it was so perfect. He had taken you on a date that you would cherish forever. He kissed your lips so soft as he never let you out of his arms. "Next date you get to choose where we are going to." You helped him clean up the area when it was time to head home but you let him know it was the perfect date. As he walked you back to your apartment you kissed him passionately before you two separated and he went back to his apartment over you and you into yours.

[littybeech]

“I love how aggressively she kisses back, like she wants to eat me alive.”

[fandom-friday]

Pound the Table by An_October_Daye (https://archiveofourown.org/works/32633056/chapters/80950963) X-Men. "There is an old adage among lawyers that says: If you have the facts on your side, pound the facts. If you have the law on your side, pound the law. If you have neither the facts nor the law, pound the table." – Martin A. Davis, Jr. Mutant law is an emergent filed, more or less the wild west of the legal profession. And when your list of recurring clients are the Weilder of Cerebro and the Master of Magnetism? Well… suffice to say, there is plenty of pounding the table to be done. A 90’s era Self-Insert where she is a lawyer. This is really well done and the I love how the world is fleshed out! One thing I love when I read this is to try and catch all the Marvel references. As someone who loves Marvel and grew up with the 90’s cartoons, this is great!

Look, you had me at "90's Era X-Men" because as a child of the 90's, that's just ALL OF THE NOSTALGIA. And the tag "Law & Order But With Mutants"? CHECKING A LOT OF MY BOXES hahaha. Thanks so much for sending this one in! it seems super fun!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom, X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Edie Lehnsherr, Jakob Lehnsherr, Ruth Eisenhardt, Raven | Mystique Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers, Remix, Family Drama, Family Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Friends With Benefits, Sibling Bonding, Meet the Family Summary:

Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

20k words of wonderfulness. I really enjoy AUs where they still have their powers--I like power-less AUs as well, but Charles and Erik’s powers are such an important part of their identity in my head, so, I dunno, I prefer their powers to be intact. 

I LOVE a good friends-with-benefits-to-lovers fic. Of course Erik plays it casual and cool, while falling irreparably in love with Charles without even knowing it. 

Erik’s complicated feelings towards family is especially poignant, and the way he approaches his relationship with them with intention and care, despite his discomfort really struck home with me. Family isn’t perfect, but it’s a gift anyway.

Something else I appreciate a lot about this fic is that Charles is still disabled- to be honest, I really don’t have beef with fics where he’s not disabled, but I think it’s so lovely when authors honor that part of his story. Disabled people deserve respect, love, and sex with a smokin’ hottie like Erik! (Should they want it- and in Charles’ case, DUH he does) 

Really lovely, feel-good fic. 

[creedx13]

kevin requests sanctuary TW domestic abuse pregnancy mpreg.

It was about 2 in the morning during my sentury duty,  when I was disturbed from a good book by a desperate knocking on the door.  The second I open the door, Kevin Sydney practically falls into my arms.

"Please! Sanctuary, save me, hide me! please!" He begged right out of the gate practically shaking like he was about to fall through the floor as soon as he let his guard down.

Sensing his severe alarm I quickly shut the door and immediately put the mansion on lock down.

I gently lower him to the ground in front of the main stair case. He is covered in sweat and shaking out of breath.

I brush his sweat slick hair back “who are you running from? Kevin talk to me.”

“Sinister, he wants to take my child from me.” Kevin pleaded with tears in his eyes.

“What? Ellis is with us, they are safe here I promise you.”

“no, not Ellis.” That was when he grabbed my hand and placed it on his stomach.

That was when I noticed he had a distended belly firm and taught not fatty at all. I've only seen this in pregnant women. “Holy shit”

“I know right? Sinister would rather I not give birth again. I fear for our safety that’s why I came to you.”

"Wait, you gave birth to Ellis? Why would sinister care how many children you have? Unless, oh! You and him, oh my."

"You gonna help us or not?"

"Yes! Of course, let's get you set up in the med bay and get you and your child a health check. Ok?" I led him down to my medical labs. I had theorized this as a possibility. When I first discovered a mutation like his. But to know he has had one live birth in Ellis already and he is due to deliver another child is amazing. I feel honored he decided to trust me with the well-being of his family. My grip can break bones easily and he let me hold his stomach baby and all. I doubt I deserve his faith in me. but I would rather die than betray the trust this man has gifted me.