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Imagine Charles Xavier going through your head when your ADHD is acting up.
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You were having one really rough day today. Concentrating felt like an enormous accomplishment - for the couple of minutes that you were able to do it. Eventually, your notes dropped off into little doodles as your brain went right back to your current hyperfixation -
Greek Mythology.
There weren’t any classes about it here at Xavier’s School. But you had a couple of books that you bought in the city to peruse through when you had free time. Which of course turned into you reading them even when you didn’t have free time. It turned into your homework being half-finished with doodles of Medusa on the sides. It ended up in you turning in an essay that was supposed to be about genetics, but you made it about how the gorgons could easily have been mutants. Misunderstood.
You had your head on your hand, arm held up by your elbow, zoning out as you watched Professor Xavier talk.
‘If Demeter is the Goddess of Agriculture, does that mean that she’s responsible for pizza? She makes the grain for the dough, and the tomatos for the sauce...’ 'What if Apollo is really Elvis? And he made himself get fat and die to direct any suspicion.’ ‘Xavier kind of looks like he could be Zeus. Or - maybe Erik would be more likely. Maybe ... Professor Xavier would make a cute faun, little goat legs. Big ears. Now that would be-’
“Y/N?” Charles’s smooth voice came front and center, breaking through what you were saying. His blue eyes bore into yours. Instantly, you felt flush. Oh. He was probably reading you. Oh no.
“Yes, Professor?” You asked, trying to make yourself a little smaller in your chair.
“If you could focus on the lesson please, that would be ... goatly appreciated.”
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bellarkeselection · 2 years
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Hi can you write Charles Xavier hears about a mutant who sees death ( kind of like future but not really ) he shows up at her house when she was getting robbed and he takes care of her
sorry if it doesn't make sense
Knight in a Wheelchair
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Waking up from a nap I feel my heart beating faster. The world knows of mutants after a man named Erik Lehnsherr nearly killed the president of the United States. Running my hands down my face my eyes glowed seeing two men in black ski masks getting knocked out before me on the floor. Shaking my head I don't want to see the horrible vision anymore. Ever since I turned thirteen I get visions of death. Sometimes they are future ones or from the past but it haunts me in the middle of the night. Tonight is different though I am laying in my bed until there's a sound in the kitchen making me get out of bed. Grabbing a baseball bat from underneath my bed I sneak into the living room. It's like a nightmare is happening right in front of me because those men I saw earlier are inside my house.
Peaking around the wall one of the guys digs around in a kitchen drawer searching for something but I don't know what. The other guy dug around behind the tv finding a safe I kept money in that used to be hidden inside the wall. He managed to unlock it until I shouted. "That doesn't belong to you!" The guy in the kitchen suddenly came at me where I take a swing at him with the bat. But he's stronger than me so he pinned me on the ground about to hit me. Suddenly my front door gets thrown opened and someone rolled inside sitting in a wheelchair. The first guy yanks me to my feet pulling out a knife cutting me. He almost hits me again but the guy in the wheelchair raises his fingers to his head freezing both men hitting me and creating bruises.
Shuffling towards a corner I gulped afraid that he might hurt me like those guys did. "Don't be afraid Y/n. I'm a mutant like you. My name is Charles Xavier." I heard a British voice inside my mind with the guy staring at me his bright blue eyes. Shuffling my hand around I found the bat getting ready to hit him. "How can I trust you. I don't know what to believe anymore. Those men just died - I had a vision." Charles rolled forward reaching for my hand but I shake my head no so he kept his fingers to his temple. "They're not dead love. The vision that you see of them dying is my mind knocking them out. But they still are alive." Lifting my gaze up to his I mumbled under my breath still shaken up at the two men laying asleep inside my house. "Can you help me, Charles...I haven't slept right since I was twelve years old." The attractive man nodded still holding out his hand for me to take.
Slowly placing my hand in his he pulled me to stand upright. My other hand falling to my side still holding the bat which he noticed. "I have a question Y/n. Why didn't you take a swing at me with that?" Raising a brow at him I shrugged my shoulders dropping the weapon feeling it not necessary anymore. Somehow I feel at ease around the charming man I had just met. Like he could protect me from the darkness that controlled my mind. "I don't know I just feel safe around you. Can you help me please?" I begged until he gently squeezes my hand in his giving my hand a kiss making me lightly blush. I am thankful that we are slightly dark lighting so he couldn't see that. "Yes my dear I believe that I can. I have a school for other mutants like us. Where you can learn to control your powers. Although I must say I haven't ever had a crush on a student." He blushed as I did but confidence came over me when I kissed him and he kissed back smiling. "But don't you worry I'll make an exception for you, love."
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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I'm not dead, just binging all the X-Men movies and doing paperwork I absolutely didn't need yet here we are
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After that scene in Paris in Dark Phoenix we know it's exactly like this
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meltingsandwhich · 2 months
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Being Charles Child and Dating Logan would include
Im super into X-Men again so if y’all wanna send any requests related to the X-Men please feel free <3
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Slowburn anyone?
You met Logan for the first time when your dad introduced you to him
Your dad obviously knew something was up
He didn’t even have to read your mind
Everybody knew, except you and Logan
Logan was a little cold towards you in the beginning, but that's just how he is
Your friendliness and kindness is what drew him closer to you
Despite having to teach mutants all day, you always made time for Logan (which he appreciated)
Many late night conversations
Walking around the mansion together
Baking/ Cooking together! Although Logan doesn't know what to do half the time so he just watches you
"Logan, it said 1 teaspoon, not 1 tablespoon"
"Oops"
Your father probably reading Logans mind
Just to make sure he's serious about you
But obviously Charles approves, if you're happy he's happy
He's not too happy to find you guys making out from time to time however
You and Logan training together
Going on missions together
Logan is impressed with how well you can fight
Logan always sticks up for you when you're arguing with your dad (or Cyclops for that matter)
Best friends with all of the X-Men and training the younger mutants with Logan
It makes your father happy to see you and Logan come back safely from a mission
Your dad and Logan would do anything for you <3
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cathrrrine · 4 months
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y/n, mentally: i wonder what would happen if i asked charles-
[distant shriek] [sounds of falling] [door banging] [startled cat yowl] [falling again] [creaking stairs] [heavy footsteps]
[y/n’s door swings open]
charles: *red-faced and panting* yes.
y/n: what
charles, hands on his knees: yes *wheeze* i’d say *wheeze* yes! *laughing*
y/n: you’d…sub in for my 8am class tomorrow?
charles: ye-! wait, no- you…wh? i- *dying breath* [slowly lowering himself down to lie on the floor] you- yeah *wheeze* sure
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bertoyana · 2 days
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i don't even have a smart or funny caption for this one because what the fuck does these looks from erik even mean. why is he looking at charles like he wants to climb him like a tree. why does he look so painfully fond. i'm convinced this man got his ass taken over by erik lehnsherr's real spirit in this scene and he was being puppetered around like ratatouille or venom. what were even simon kimberg's indications here i'm so confused
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mostlymarvelgirl · 1 year
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Erik: Are you free tomorrow ?
Y/n Stark: I'm expensive...
Erik: .....
*Charles entering the room*
Charles: Erik I was wond-
Y/n Stark: I'm free for anyone whose net worth is more than mine.
Erik: You're saying that cause you only know Charles fits those standards.
Charles: *blushes*
Y/n Stark: I'm free for you professor.
Charles: *blushes harder*
Erik: *facepalms* *turns to charles* What is it with you and your professor kink?
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tinfairies · 1 year
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I have an x men request, (separate) headcanons for Charles, Eric and Logan with an fem s/o who is a virgin?
Charles
Is more excited than he let's on.
Charles likes to be people's first, there's something about making a virgin cum within minutes.
His mutation comes in handy. He knows everything they want, what they like and if they're in pain.
He's known his lover was a virgin since they first got together, and he's waited for them to be ready ever since.
Charles can't wait to make them cum again and again. It's a fetish at this point.
Erik
He never pushed his lovers limits. He always waited for them to initiate things, being completely unaware of the fact they were a virgin.
When they do finally take things further and Erik hears that confession, he suddenly becomes more soft and loving.
He wants to make their very first time memorable and special.
He won't lie, taking someones virginity is exciting to him.
Logan
Fuck, really? He feels bad that they're going to lose their virginity to him.
Yes, he's a bit excited to be someone's first time. He is still self critical and thinks his lover deserves better.
Logan tries his best to be romantic and soft. He tries to remember back to when he lost his virginity, just to get an idea of what he should do
He will try his best, but will tell them not to expect anything spectacular.
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fandomnerd9602 · 1 day
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Charles finally confronting Rogue and Y/N about the reports and complaints of their constant horizontal refreshments from people in the mansion who have witnessed them
Xavier: Y/N, Anna, there has been some noise complaints about the two of you and-
Rogue: don’t play monk on us, Professor
Xavier: come again?
Y/N: we know you have a way with the ladies, Chuck. Sneaking girls in after hours.
Xavier: umm…well…
Rogue: don’t snitch on us, we won’t on you.
Xavier: deal
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mykinkyyandere · 2 years
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AO3
Warnings: Yandere, dark, smut, student-teacher thing, naive reader, creepy teacher Charles Xavier, reading minds without consent, stalking, jerking off, reader isn't underage
You: *in your dorm, trying to do tomorrow's homework & about to fall asleep*
Charles: *reading your mind inside his bed and smiles in pleasure, panting* You're such a good little pupil, darling.
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Imagine Charles Xavier picking up when you’re high and having weird thoughts.
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Charles was trying not to look into your mind too much - only really doing a skim of his class to make sure that there wasn’t trouble, but such odd things kept popping out from you. Something like, ‘What if our eyeballs were in one socket and were always touching?’ and ‘Wolverine gave me a banana the other day, I wonder if that means that we’re best friends now.’ Alright, it was the seventies and weed was pretty prevalent, as long as it didn’t affect your powers or your coursework, he would overlook it but this was getting out of control. Everyone was was focused on his lecture while you kept on going off on these weird tangents.
He didn’t realize that he had paused for a moment, picking up you thinking about running through a meadow with Mr. Howlett, holding bananas. He was slightly slack-jawed, causing the other students to immediately break out into a whispering gossip, trying to figure out who he might be listening to.
‘It’s so weird that frogs don’t have teeth.’
Charles cleared his throat, suddenly coming to the realization that you were absolutely correct - frogs don’t have teeth and that was something that he had never thought about before. “Y/L/N, can you see me after class, please?” He asked aloud, and then continued on with his lecture, the other students looking over at you and your glazed eyes, cracking up.
Charles wanted to know where you got the stuff - and maybe if you’d be able to get him some too.
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twobrokenwyngs · 1 year
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You know, I believe that true focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity.
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doubleragnarok · 3 days
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They looked sexier in my head...
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yandereunsolved · 1 month
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シ Yandere Charles Xavier シ
"Love you, darling."
"..."
"Say it back."
"No."
"Say it back, dearie. I don't want to make you."
"You kidnapped me. Manipulated me. Isolated me. Know you are psychologically torturing me! I don't love you, no. I hate you!"
"Tell me that you love me. Tell me that you are my one and only."
"I love you, Charles. You're the only man I could ever love. The only one that my heart belongs to."
"Sleep now. Rearranging your memories a little will do you a world of good. I can't have my handsome dove flying off now, can I?"
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meltingsandwhich · 6 months
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Dating Charles Xavier would include
I’m feeling really inspired to write for the X-Men so if you want to request anything feel free <3
(Mutant! Reader, powers not specified. Gif not mine, TW: brief mention of drugs)
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Kinda cliche but it was kinda love at first sight
It’s kinda hard to hide your feelings from a telepath anyways
So you two hit it off
Not going dates per se
Most times it was just y’all cuddling by the fire and him reading to you
Or spending time outside at the mansion
Or cooking for him
Being friends with Raven and Hank
Kinda sorta friends with Erik
You’re still mad at Erik because of what happened on the beach
Charles would make you feel better about your mutation, especially if it was something with your physical appearance
He’d help you learn to control your powers
He’s a bit overprotective
He won’t admit it but he does get jealous quite a bit
Training together
He’d promise that he’d never read your mind
Power couple <3
Recruiting mutants together
Helping him through his rough patch
That was one of the hardest points in your relationship
It was hard seeing him like this
You and Hank were the only people who took care of him
Disagreeing with Hank drugging him but eventually you let him
You’d have to really take care of him (making sure he eats, etc)
You’d most likely have arguments, Hank sometimes having to intervene
No matter what, you promised to Charles that you wouldn’t leave him like the others
In the end, Charles was grateful that you stuck with him during that time
He’s so grateful for everything that you do for him, and for the X-Men
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lauriegraham01 · 8 months
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forever & always | erik lehnsherr
pairings: erik x reader, (cherik x reader if you squint)
summary: it's been years since erik abandoned you on the sands on cuba. when fate - or rather a friend from the future, logan - steps in and forces your paths to cross, what feelings will ensue?
w/c: 2,272
a/n: follows the events shown in days of future past, inspiration drawn from "forever & always" by taylor swift. been working on this one for the past week, apologies for the delay, life can be cruel but the storm only lasts one night.
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The brightness of the sun was blinding as its rays bleed through the curtains of your room, shining in your eyes prompting you to wake up with a groan. Reaching out for Charles youre disappointed as you feel nothing but the cold sheets where his side of the bed laid empty. A headache settles in within your head, throbbing unforgivably. As you look over to your nightstand you read your clock.
2:47 p.m. Another day wasted away in bed.
You had gotten little sleep the night before. Scenes of sand plaguing you in your dreams echoing the trauma from all that you've lost.
You're on a beach in a Cuba. You don't know yet that it's the end of the world- the end of your world. Black spots cloud your vision. You're losing too much blood. Footsteps staggered as your breathing comes out labored- trying to make sense of what happened.
Erik.
Charles and you had been caught in the crossfire of his war against humans and now you both were paying the price for it.
"Erik?!" Your voice rings clear in his head. He exhales a shaky breath, one that he can't seem to breathe out enough. Charles laid in his arms paralyzed and betrayed. His heart broken at the pain he's caused and remorse washes over him as he sees the man in his grasp slips further away into a world of unfathomable pain. Leaving Charles within Moira's grasp he then makes his way to you. Discarding his metal helmet in the process.
"Y/N." Erik cautiously places his hands at your side. Taking in how much blood seeped through your suit.
“Erik what’s happened to Charles? Is he alright?" With eyes widened, you wait for him to bring some clarity to the chaos that happening.
“Y/N stop. You’re losing too much blood," Erik said carefully. Looking down he sees your hand pressed to your side. Carefully lifting it, he lets out a sharp gasp as he sees the tear in your suit where the bullet pierced your skin.
A choked cough escapes your lip as a bit of blood rushes through the side of your mouth. You feel your knees buckle underneath you and Erik catches you in time, placing you in his arms as you both sink to the sand.
“Erik?” Your voice rings within his head, even telepathically your voice sounds strained, hurt. “Did you do this?”
"I’m sorry, my love,'" it comes out a whisper. Even without your powers you knew exactly where his mind was at. By the solemn expression on his face and the distant look in his eyes you knew that he was leaving.
"Erik, please," you plead.
"I can't stay here. Look at all that I've caused."
"Erik, don't do this. Stay."
"I cant." He says through gritted teeth, the pain sharp on his tongue like a blade.
"You can. You have a family here, you have people who care and love you- I love you Erik."
His face was taut, twisted in a sea of emotions as he thought of the path that he was walking down- and the love that he would lose in the process.
"This is a war that I have to fight alone. I have to go down a road that you can't follow me on."
"Erik, please." You place a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. Burning the feel of your touch for what he believes would be the last time.
"I'm sorry my love."
He takes your hand and places a kiss onto it before walking away, fading into view with your heart breaking with every step he takes.
"Charles?" You call to him like a ship lost at sea.
"I'm right here. I'm right here darling." His voice rings out softly in your head. By the labors of his breath you know that he's fighting through his pain. You shiver as you feel a coldness drape over you, slumping further into the sand as exhaustion wins its fight over you.
“I’m scared.”
"Stay with me. We'll make it through this together." Charles voice fades out as your vision fades to black.
It truly was a miracle that you even pulled through at all. Hank managing to save you within an inch of your life. An unpleasant feeling sits deep in your stomach as you try to shake off the scenes replaying in your head. Before the guilt of wasting the day away consumes you, you rise up out of bed and make way for the kitchen. The halls were quiet now, faded were the days where students once roamed freely. When the war in Vietnam began, students and teachers alike were being drafted and many never returned home. Wallowing in his grief, Charles closed the doors to the school.
So you and Hank stayed behind in the mansion. Hank tinkered away on his own plans and research and you remained by Charles side as you both tried to process and move through each others grief. When Hank created a serum that gave Charles the ability to use his legs again you had thought things would get better, but time would reveal how wrong you were. Things ultimately took a turn for the worst, as Charles became dependent on the serum and became an alcoholic, he had turned into a version of himself that you never thought possible. He was short-tempered and full of rage at any given moment. Hank got the worst of it, and at times you thought about leaving but you knew that you wouldn't- Charles knew that you couldn't.
Yet, it would be wrong to put the entire blame on Charles for the way things were. The truth was that you too had turned to your vices to quiet the voices within your own head. Falling in love with little thin white lines and drowning yourself in the bottom of bottles, you too had spiraled into your own world of self-destruction just as Charles had. Your relationship hadn't necessarily been the most stable it's been either. It seemed that you and Charles were constantly at each's others throat nowadays but it wasn't always bad days. Despite the screaming matches, both of us turning to our vices, there was still something tethering us together-whether it be love or a trauma bond was becoming unclear as time passed.
As you enter the kitchen, you note the bottles and needles still littering the kitchen table. Charles must've been up all night-again. Fancying a tea you turn the stove on as you fill a kettle with water. you feel the house rumble just a bit. Looking towards the ceiling you can make out heavy footsteps as though someone were being chased. Just then a yell can be heard following a hard crash. Following the source of the disturbance, you enter the foyer where Charles, Hank, or rather Beast, and a strange man come into view.
"Charles? What's going on here?" Making your way across to the staircase where Charles sat on.
"Nothing darling this gentlemen was just leaving," with a scotch in hand he waves to the strange man.
"Afraid I can't do that because I was sent here for you." Taking a closer look at him you note that he's rather tall. He carries himself confidently, head held high in his brown leather jacket.
"Well tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm...busy," Charles trails off.
"That's gonna be a little tricky because the person who sent me here...was you."
"What?" Charles and I let out simultaneously.
"About fifty years form now. Look I kno-I know, stay with me," he pleads with us.
"Excuse me?" Crossing your hands over your chest you look over to Charles and you both share a puzzling look before facing the stranger in front of you again.
"Fifty years from now like in the future fifty years from now ?" Charles quips.
"Yeah."
"I sent you from the future," Charles asks amused.
"Yes, Charles," he says with a roll of his eyes, growing aggravated by our refusal to believe him.
"Piss off," Charles spits bitterly.
"Charles..." you place a hand on his shoulder.
"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth."
With that you use your powers to enter his mind, not expecting what was awaiting you. Hazed memories of the man you now know is Logan, consumed your senses as you traveled within his world of memories. Fear melted on your tongue as you saw the horrors of the reality that the future held, pain and genocides lurking within every corner and within the midst of it-hope. Hope that the future could be rewritten. Voices and faces so familiar yet so unknown, as though you've known them, a version of them.
Leaving his mind, you stumble as you adapt back to this reality, piecing together the meaning behind Logan's memories. Charles immediately stands up to catch you before you fall.
"y/n?" Charles calls, voice shaky as he holds you. Your breath comes out shaky as you cling to him for support. "Charles he's not CIA." Looking up at Logan he meets your gaze with understanding eyes, grateful that now someone believes him.
"y/n-" Hank calls out doubtfully.
"Hank, I know what I saw," you affirm sternly.
"Are you alright? What are you talking about?" Charles desperately searches your eyes for some kind of clarity.
"I'm fine, Charles. He's not CIA or FBI. I got in his head and I-", the words seem to die on your tongue. How do you explain what you saw without seeming mental? "I saw you...but older. From the future."
You swallow the lump within your throat. Charles furrows his eyes in confusion, not knowing what to make of your revelation.
"Erik too. I saw all of us, together preparing for what I fear may be our doom."
From then you managed to convince Charles and Hank that Logan was indeed telling the truth and that he needed our help in ensuring the survival of mutants. The four of you ventured on the plan that Charles, from the future, had set out. Which led you to where you were right now, on a plane seated next to Charles with Erik in front of you. Breaking him out of the Pentagon had been no easy task, but with the help of a new speedster friend, the lot of you succeeded with somewhat minimal damage in the process.
"y/n I-"
"Shut up," you cut Erik off.
He puffs out a defeated sigh as he looks up at you with those pleading eyes of his. You had imagined what it would be like to see Erik again. You spent the best of years waiting for him to come back, to fix what he had broken. You knew you should've given up when news got out of his attempted assassination of the president, but it was moot. A part of you still loved Erik, a part of you still saw the good in him.
"Look I want to apologize for what I did."
"For what exactly? Cause there's a long list of things left unsaid," Charles shoots back bitterly.
"Charles" you mutter and he backs down. You know how hard this is for him too, seeing Erik. Having him within arms reach yet him being worlds away from the man that you two knew and loved.
"He's right," Erik says sitting upright in his seat, "I did things and people got hurt in the process."
Your eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of him, heart heavy with the hatred of his own beliefs and the pain that its inflicted.
“I’m sorry Charles for what happened, I truly am. Not a day passed where I let myself forget it, I never meant to hurt you."
The anger practically radiates off Charles as his leg anxiously bounces even faster. He then climbs up from his seat before storming off passing you and Erik until he disappears from view.
"He'll come around," you mutter.
"I know," Erik sighs. "Charles has a flair for the dramatics."
Your lips betray you as they curl into a small smile. Locking eyes with him you feel the guard you had fought so hard you built to distance yourself from him, rumble threatening to drop into ash.
"I missed you everyday, y/n."
"Erik please-"
"I couldn't escape you even if i tried. You know that better than I do."
"I thought I knew you, now I'm not so sure," you whisper barely loud enough for Erik to register.
Slumping further into his seat, the guilt settles deeper in his bones. He knows he'll never forgive himself for what he did that day on the beach. Yet, sitting here in front of you he wants nothing more than to be able to be loved by you again.
"I couldn't save you.." he croaks. Eyes glossy as tears began to pool his eyes.
"That didn't mean you had to go. Erik, we could've fought through it, together."
“I was too blind to see that I hurt the ones I love. I carry the weight of my crimes every day."
"You don't have to carry it alone." Hesitantly you reach your hand across to grab his. He's still warm to the touch just as you remembered, rubbing smooth circles over his knuckles with your thumbs, you savor the feel of him, having been deprived of it for so long.
"There's still time to make things right."
"I'd like that." Bringing your interlocked hand to his lips he places a kiss on top of your knuckles.
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