#Charles Xavier oneshot

[heliads]

Hi!! So excited your requests are open! I was wondering if you write for young!charles xavier? Where him and fem!reader (who has similar telepathic powers as him, and often communicates with him this way, e.g. through some small quips that causes him to accidentally laugh out loud) have just returned from a really tiring mission back to the school, dealt with some of the kids, and just take some time to relax and just be with each other?

Thank you very much and have a lovely day!

'like me' - charles xavier

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Charles Xavier is stressed again.

You can feel it on your skin like rushing water, pouring around your brain until all you can think about is him, him– the way it always has been, the way it always will be. The divide between you and Charles has rapidly worn away until it is practically nothing at all. It’s you and him, him and you. Almost one person. Certainly one mind.

All your life, you’ve struggled with who you want to be. Discovering your mutation at the young age of ten years old only catapulted you into a life of confusion. At first, your telepathy was nothing more than a burden. The sound of everyone’s thoughts in your head was a crashing din of noise and exhaustion. You dragged yourself through every day, bothered to overstimulation by the never ending tumult of voices in your mind, but you could never sleep enough at night, kept awake by the dreams of those around you.

Only with time were you able to calm your mind down, to set up walls between yourself and others until you could finally experience some peace within the confines of your own head. On days when you’re sick or tired, the whispers find a way to sneak in through the cracks in your mental barriers, but for the most part, you’re okay. You block out the world, and even if it makes you lonelier, and even if shutting off your mutation makes you feel like you’ve cut off a limb, you’re less distracted. It was better.

So you told yourself, at least. You had assumed that shoving everything to the very periphery of your existence was the only way to live. It wasn’t as if there were any other mutants around to tell you otherwise, after all. Then, all of a sudden, there was. Appearing out of the blue, a stranger, dressed well, with a comforting air to him. A quiet smile directed towards you, a cup of tea cooling in his hands. Charles Xavier found you and told you were going to be alright. And you believed him. And he was telling the truth.

He often does. Charles is the rare sort of person that lives life as if it isn’t just a game. He abides by the rules, and whether he wins or loses, he doesn’t cheat. Not often, and never unless it’s absolutely necessary. Charles consistently looks for the good in people, and, amazingly enough, he has a knack for finding it. The idea of a mutant school was unfathomable– too risky, too many dangerous people in one place– but of course if one person could make it happen, it would be Charles. Charles was everything to you. Is everything to you. And always will be.

You were one of the first mutants Charles found. All of the others in the first round, he met with Erik, but Charles met you by himself. He said he wanted it to be personal. Really, Charles wanted to have this moment with you to himself. Apparently, he’d been able to sense that your mutation was just like his, and he was delighted by it, a child again. You could see it in the cherubic grin on his face, the bright spark in those shining blue eyes. After all this time alone, the two of you had finally found each other.

You can still remember every detail of that first meeting even all these years later. It was impossible to forget a single thing about Charles. You were practically starstruck to be in his presence. Here was this man who knew everything about the torment in your mind, who had found a way to live without suppressing himself. His control was incredible. He led the life you wanted for yourself, and best of all, he was willing to teach it to you.

Of course you would have gone with him to this idea of a school. You would have followed him anywhere if it meant being able to embrace your gift, and later, although you didn’t know it or perhaps weren’t willing to acknowledge it, being able to embrace him. When the two of you came back to the school, Erik initially didn’t believe that the two of you had just met. It was impossible, he said. The two of you spoke to each other like you’d known each other your entire lives, not just for the span of a few hours.

And maybe you had known him forever. It certainly felt that way. Charles understood you like no one else. The two of you developed a way of speaking that drove everyone else mad, half in your heads and half aloud. You’d go five minutes just staring intently at each other, then laugh and say a word here and there that revealed absolutely nothing about the conversation taking place. As your control over your mutation grew, your talks with Charles grew more and more nonverbal until they happened entirely in your heads save for odd exclamations here and there.

It tends to interfere with his teaching. Charles will be in the middle of a lesson when you’ll pop into his mind to report on a mission or tell him a funny joke. The students have come to brush it off when Professor Xavier starts laughing in the middle of an otherwise serious debate on ethics, or a long derivation of some physics formula. It’s you, again. Always is.

Charles pretends it drives him mental, but you both know otherwise. You can feel his delight in being able to speak to you in your mind, after all. It resonates through your head just as it does in his, warming your cheeks with his own rosy blush of affection. When the two of you fell in love, you could sense it instantly. His emotions were yours. Your love was his. All of the pieces of the two of you overlapped until there was no separation between yourselves, just one great person, one Charles-and-Y/N, Y/N-and-Charles, together until the end. You adore it.

And so it has been since the very start. The two of you as one, watching over the students as they enter your school. You teach them all you can, and say fond goodbyes as some pupils leave, ready to face the outside world, this time armed with the knowledge that they can take care of themselves and their mutations. Others stay for years, perhaps indefinitely, and you treasure them for as long as you can. Everyone leaves eventually. Everyone but you and Charles.

The school is not merely a school, of course. Your primary objective will always be to care for the young mutants of the world, but there is another facet to it, and that would happen to be your extracurricular activity of saving the planet. You’re a central part of the X-Men, and often find yourself shipping out on missions across the world with the others when you’re needed.

You’ve been on a particularly nasty mission for a few weeks now, but at long last, you’re on a plane headed home. You always miss Charles whenever you’re away; feeling his connection to you grow shakier the farther you’re apart before dropping away entirely once you’re out of range is nothing short of heartbreaking. Whenever you’re unable to communicate directly through your minds, you feel like a child again, utterly alone and with no idea that she could ever find someone to love and understand her the way Charles does.

You come back, though. You always come back. This time, it was a little less certain that you would, but after several harrowing weeks, you’re finally landing at the mansion, and you know everything is going to be okay again. You have a few minor injuries that need clearing in the medical wing, and there are reports that need to be written, but it is over, the fear is over.

Still, there is one person in the mansion who will not stop being afraid until you find him. You saw Charles briefly when you arrived, and eagerly fell into his embrace upon disembarking, but you were split up by the necessity of medical attention and wrapping up some lingering loose ends. Once the end of the day is upon you, though, and your bandages have been wrapped and wounds treated, you want nothing more than to find Charles again.

You can feel his stress pressing in on you from all sides. He gets like this a lot when missions are running, Jean has told you that, but this time it’s worse than usual. You were only able to send him quick, intermittent messages through the radio, and all delivered bad news. The odds that you would come back severely injured were high, and even if you managed to beat them, the possibility was still there.

You make your way out of the medical wing, walking through the halls of the mansion towards the living quarters. On the way, you’re stopped by several children who’ve waited up to see you, and after assuring them that you’re alright and will be back to training with them soon, you’re free to bid them goodnight and head upstairs.

Charles is waiting for you in your shared room. He’s been whispering to you all evening, making sure you’re okay and that you’re coming to find him soon, but once you open the door and come face to face with him once more, the whispers suddenly stop. All is quiet.

“I missed you,” he says aloud.

You smile. “I know. I missed you too.”

Charles’ face, a portrait of anxiety, cracks with relief at last and he holds out his arms to you. You release yourself towards him and let him embrace you. Charles’ breath is warm on your face, and his hand rubs calming circles on the small of your back. The comfort of finally being back with him is indescribable, closest to finally taking a breath after suffocating. The last few weeks have been tumultuous and torturous, but at long last, you know you’re going to be okay again. You’re with Charles. What could ever harm you?

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[imagininglotsofthings]

Dreams - Erik Lehnsherr Imagine

"You had a dream about Charles?" Erik's question made her stop in her tracks, and her face heated up.

"What?" she asked. "What are you- how did you-?"

He gestured to her journal, which she had left open on their kitchen table. It was closed now.

"You read my journal?!" she asked, outraged.

"No-I mean, yes. Part of it...it was lying open on the table and I didn't realize at first. All I saw was 'I had a dream about Charles last night. We were on my bed..." in your handwriting. I closed it after that, I swear. But...you had a dream about him?" Erik's pretty blue eyes looked hurt, and it broke her heart.

"Yes, but not in the way you're thinking, Erik."

"It said you were in your bed with him." She could hear the strain in his voice.

"Not this bed." Meaning the bed the two of them shared most nights. He waited for her to go on. "My bedroom at my father's house from when I was a teenager."

Erik looked like he didn't understand how that was much better.

"I wasn't even in the bed with him. And nothing was happening. He turned on the television and there was a movie on. The Others. It's a horror film I watched when I was thirteen, which scared the shit out of me. Which by the way is what I told Charles when he put it on in the dream. And then asked him to turn it off because there was no way I would be sleeping if he didn't. And that was it. I woke up. I don't even know if he turned it off."

Erik looked a little relieved. "If he's anything like our Charles in real life, he probably did."

She grinned. "Yeah, probably." Erik finally cracked a smile. "See? I told you, nothing happened."

He made a small noise in the back of his throat and walked over to her. In a few long strides he was in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hmmm, I still don't think I'm very fond of it. He was in your bed, after all." Erik leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers in a sort of Eskimo kiss. The beginnings of heat crept up her neck.

"It's not my fault...it was a dream. I didn't...pick it."

"Still...I much prefer that I am the only other person in your bed." He kissed her nose and grinned at the full on blush that overtook her cheeks.

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[bellarkeselection]

I was woundering if you could do a Charles xavier short. Were his daughter is having a panic attack. And he claims her down and tells her that he is the same as her

Daddy's Always Here

@groovy-lady @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

Shooting up in my bed I screamed covering my ears with my hands feeling my heart beating against my chest. Pressing my back on the pillows I try to calm my racing mind but I still feel the death and fire around me. My bedroom door gets opened and I whip my head in the direction seeing my father, Professor X in the doorway sitting in his wheelchair. He rolled his chair to the side of my bed using the joystick controller that Hank had made so he could get around the mansion a lot easier. My mother had dropped me off at the doorstep when I was five. She was born a human therfore my father decided to give her a chance to live life. She comes to visit every now and then but she doesn't know what it's like where I can't close my eyes. Too many voices in my head where I might be going insane or something.

My father put the brakes on his wheelchair lifting himself up and onto my bed with a groan. He steady his breath staring at me with those hopeful blue eyes. "I'm sorry I woke you, dad. Is anyone else up?" I bend my head down embarrassed if I had disturbed the whole school in the middle of the night. He shakes his head no moving hair from my eyes gently with his right hand. "Only a couple of the younger students in the hall. But I got them back to bed no trouble at all." Hugging my knees to my chest I felt my chest tighten as more voices swirls in my mind. My father reached up resting a finger to my temple entering my mind with his Telepath mutation. "Calm your mind sweetheart. Just breathe. Can you do that for daddy. Just breathe." Closing my eyes I let the bedsheets fall out from my hands releasing the sharp breath I was holding inside me.

"Dad I - I can't sleep. The voices - they're too much!" I felt tears slipping down my cheeks where he scoots closer to me. He lays his back against the pillows he moves my hair from my face. Wiping away the fallen tears from my cheeks he pulled my face to lay against his chest. Clutching my hands into the fabric of his lilac sweater I try getting some sleep but it's still there. "I wanna tell you something Y/n. Something that you're mother didn't know when she met me so long ago." Lifting my head up to my father he has tears welling in his eyes too when he spoke softly. "I was plagued by the voices myself. And I thought the pain would never go away. Until I discovered that Hope makes me stronger. So hold onto that belief just like I do and you'll be fine." Nodding my head he wrapped his other arm around me where I finally managed to get some sleep in my father's arms.

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[binkszamsstuff]

I trusted you. Buckys version pt3

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The warm breeze washed over him as he stepped off the jet, today bucky would have to face the woman he loved and broke. As the two super soldiers walked into their hotel room both men dreading the next two days.

One floor up a man head over heels sneaked down to his soon to be wife's hotel room. He quickly swiped his key card to her room, he headed to the bathroom to be met with his beautiful girl naked soaking in the tub.

Her hair wet as she gently played and divided around the bubbles. She had a warm smile on her face so ready to marry the man who she would never hurt her. "My baby, I've missed you" he spoke slowly walked to her, she jumped at his sudden appearance. "Charlie!!!! I cant believe you! You know it's bad luck to see me before wedding." The minder reader shrugged acting innocent.

"Love, you know I cant sleep without you. Come on pretty baby make love with me?" He was now sat on the side of the tub. "Charles we cant!" She said bashfully to him. "Y/n dont you want to have one last night of mind blowing sex! You know one last night before I have you forever?" Gosh she couldn't deny the man and she must likely never will.

"Alright take me to bed." She said looking up at him but the boyish grin on his face me her second guess her choice. "Oh no love I think in going to join you in the water."

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Steve and bucky were laying on their hotel bed listening to the people above them have the most passionate sex ever. And with their super soldier hearing it was like listening to an audio porn. But steve couldn't shake the feeling that the moans of the woman above sounded so familiar to him. His body reacting in way y/n could only ever get him aroused, his hard cock begging for attention from the mysterious girl upstairs. He tried to ignore her screams of pleasure, the woman sounded just like y/n, he thought to himself. Then he heard "oh yeah baby come on my dick" the man spoke from above the woman moaning from his words.

"Yeah I gonna cum in this tiny little pussy and make you a mommy. Yeah you want that huh? You wanna have my baby honey, my little wife wants me to fuck my cum into her. Yeah you like that y/n?" The man growled out.

Steve shot put bed, the woman who sounded so much like y/n was y/n! No wonder his body was reacting that way it was her. And her soon to be husband. He remembered, buckys eyes went wide him sitting up once her heard it.

"Oh god it's her!" Steve said the pain catching up to him. She had moved on, left him, was happy with this new man, wanted kids. They've only been together a year and a half he's marrying her yet. it took steve 3 years just to pop the question! Bucky wrapped steve in his arms while steve sobbed.

She wasn't his anymore, and never would be ever again.

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The wedding was beautiful wanda and clint gushed at how cute it was. Natasha giving bucky and steve a glare the whole time, while tony got drunk enough to make thors mead look like nothing and dancing with sunglasses on to the song 'kiss me'. And that's what the super soldiers did as they watched you dance with your new husband -they got drunk.

The x-men watched carefully at the two, bucky slowly made his way to the restroom while the party still jumped with action. Just as he finished y/n came into the hallway bucky stopped in his tracks. "Bucky?" She said as she walked -no more like ran to him her white dress flowing behind her, her hair doing the same. She looked so happy to see him, he opened his arms a small smile on his face with watery eyes. She ran into his embrace hugging him for dear life.

"Y/n honey, I'm so sorry. I know what steve I did was horrible but we do love you. I know that doesn't make it better but please please I just had to tell you. I know i nor steve will never have you the way we want a-and that's okay. I hope you have a great life love. I'm so-so sorry" his words came out in sobs as he held her face in his hands. Her eyes filled with love that he hadn't seen in such a long time. "I forgive you bucky, I will always love you and steve." She held her hands atop his.

Then her skin turned blue, then her eyes yellow. Bucky backed away from her "y/n! What's wrong!" He said as her dress turned into one of the bridesmaids.

"I'm not y/n" raven laughed at him. Bucky came running back into the ballroom his eyes searching for her. There she was smiling at her husband as he rubbed cake on her nose.

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I know so short but I wanted to split it In two versions. One of how bucky had his night go and how steve faced the night of the readers wedding. Part one part two

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[chiefdirector]

The way you shake and shiver | Charles Xavier | X-Men | Whumptober 2022

Day Seven: Silent panic attack

cw: panic attacks

Calm down, I'm right here with you.

Charles' words rang out through her head but she barely heard them as she watched the figured before her move in a flurry. The blood pounding in her ears making the words barely distinguishable. She wouldn't have known he was in her mind if she hadn't of felt him pushing past her mental walls.

Everything will be okay.

Everything was not okay. She knew that as much, it was never okay. There were too many people and too many sounds. It was all to much. She tried to focus on something - anything - but all she could feel was the thumping of her heart going into overdrive and the tightness in her chest.

I need you to breathe? Can you do that for me?

Breathe? If she had the capability, she would have laughed at him. The tightness in her chest was almost choking her and he wanted her to breathe?

In and out, darling. You can do it. In and out.

She tried taking a small breath but it left her gasping for air. Choking on her breath, she raised her hands to her throat to try and allow some oxygen in. She tried again. And again. And again. All the while, her eyes scanned the constant movement of fabrics and material in front of her, seeking out Charles.

That's it. It's as simple as that. Now, tell me five things you can see.

It was simple. Easy as breathing. She looked away from the masses in front of her and looked around the room towards the bar. It was simple enough; the bartender had a bottle of gin in hand as well as a cocktail shaker and a glass in front of him. She supposed that breathing was simple for him.

How about four things you can touch?

Slowly, she lowered her hands down from her throat, finding that the air now went in smoothly. Counting herself as one, she moved her hands down the material of her dress to her bracelet and then to her bag. Was it cheating? Maybe, but she did find the four things.

Three things you can hear.

The music was still deafening, so sure that counted as one. Taking a step forwards from her place by the wall, she stepped into the party, listening to the idle chatter of her fellow patrons. She could also hear Charles, still sitting in her mind.

Two things you can-

"Thank you, Charles." She said to herself, still making her way through the crowd of people. "I think, I'm good now."

Are you sure? We can go home?

"I'll wait on the balcony until your done networking. How about that?"

I won't be a minute.

Masterlist | Whumptober 2022 Masterlist | Buy me a coffee?

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[dandan-thegayman]

OKAY OKAY CHERIK FIC/ ONESHOTS IDEA!!

inspired off "Its Been A Long, Long Time" by Harry James

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IDEA 1: fluff

okay so erik is like this army guy right? he and charles met and fell in love before he got drafted and basically the main piece is written as if you are given the notes he and charles wrote to eachother during the time period erik was serving. super sweet at sappy

IDEA 2: fluff (+ maybe smut)

basically, first part is erik coming home and they have a whole steve and peggy moment, listening to "Its Been A Long, Long Time" by Harry James. maybe they do stuff (b/c of that one implied sexual part in the song).

IDEA 3: angst

either format from IDEA 1 or 2 but maybe after a while of not getting any letters from erik, charles gets worried and he gets a visit from an officer telling him the bad news.

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[darkacademicfrom2021]

Cherik oneshots

Links go to AO3. Not posted on Tumblr

The idea of growing old

Word count: 7.8 K

Summary: Charles and Erik spend all their afternoons in a cafe near college to study together. It was obvious that they would end up doing anything but.

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"I brought us something", he pulled out of his bag a small and flat wooden box, and moved aside the cups and Charles' book. Charles stared at it with curiosity. Opening it, he revealed a miniature sized chess board, with all its pieces carved in a luxurious wood with fine detail. Charles' eyes shone. "You can play with me under one condition".

"And what would that be?".

"You call me Erik".

Charles threw his head back in laughter.

"Alright".

"Do you know how to play?".

"You're about to find out, Erik".

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[stardustdreams-andcaffeine]

The Breaking Point | Logan Howlett

logan howlett x f!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: The reader and Logan have been bantering since the moment they met, and the other members of the X-Men have had enough of the tension and arguments. They decide to take matters into their own hands and shove the two towards the ultimate breaking point.

A/N: I swear on everything that I love that I started this one shot with every intention for it to be just fluff and yet it STILL gets angsty. At this point, I think I have a chronic condition of liking to write about hurt. Well, it led to this beautiful little gem of a story so I'll allow it. Love you and all and keep up with the dreaming 🤍

Warnings: fluffiest fluff i've written in a while, angst near the end, endless banter

Word Count: 4,850

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Have you ever hated someone so much that when they walk into the room all you want to do is punch them in the nuts?

Yeah, me too. Only problem? No matter how hard I punch him, I could never permanently wound him.

"Could you eat any louder? I'm genuinely curious."

I ignore Logan's rumble of a voice, gritting my teeth to keep from starting a fight in the middle of our team dinner. As we sit in the large dining room of Charles Xavier's mansion and school, I focus intently on the noodles before me and not the annoying wolf-man across the table. The X-Men around us keep talking, Logan and I's arguments a normal occurrence in the Mansion.

"God, you're so annoying," Logan mutters, and I drop my fork, staring at him wide-eyed from across the table.

"I didn't even do anything! How could I possibly be annoying you?" I exclaim, my voice incredulous. He gives me a curt smile and damn it if it doesn't still make my heart turn molten. That last tidbit only makes me more infuriated since I can't even control my body around him.

"I think it's just your presence, sweetheart," Logan responds with a wink.

"My presence?" I laugh, grabbing my fork again and pointing it at the man across from me, "At least I'm not the one with a personality that ranges from grumpy to grumpier."

"I'm only grumpy around you," He quips.

"I mean, do you just enjoy being a giant, walking storm cloud? I bet babies scream when you walk past."

Scott chokes on his food beside me to hide his laugh. Neither Logan nor I seem to notice that the table's gone somewhat silent to revel in our showdown.

"No, but I make women scream all the time."

It's Rogue's turn to let out a surprised cough. Despite myself, I find my cheeks heating. I'm glad for being in the midst of an argument, though, so the flushing of my cheeks gives away nothing.

"In terror? I'm sure," I coolly respond, stabbing a piece of chicken to keep from stabbing the Wolverine. Logan sits back in his chair, a smug, heart-twisting smirk on his face.

"Whatever you tell yourself, Y/N." He nods his head towards me, those damn hazel eyes burning into my soul without even trying, "We both know you dream of me every night."

"Oh I do," I concede, painting a look of desperation on my face that makes his brows furrow, "Every night I dream of how I could kill you,"

Logan rolls his eyes, but I see his jaw clenching nonetheless and smirk, knowing I've gotten under his skin.

"Even if I could die, you couldn't kill me if you tried, sweetheart."

I nod my head in acknowledgment, but then reach out with my powers to his food and with a single thought, I order the atoms to rearrange from his dinner and into a fat, squirming toad. He lets out a small noise of surprise and shoves back from the table as the toad hops down and skitters away.

"No, but maybe I'll turn you into a toad like your stir-fry, sweetheart." I look off in the distance, plastering on my best thinking face, "Do you think you'd still have claws? That'd be-"

"That's it," He growls, shoving away from the table and letting his claws rip out. This sends our team from amused observation to panicked mediation. I shove myself up to, holding my arms out.

"What are you gonna do, wolf boy? Come on, try!" I taunt. Chairs are screeching all along the table as our friends shoot to their feet, voices crying out to placate us.

"Calm down you two!"

"What are you, children?"

"Not again! We can't afford to keep buying new dinner tables!"

Logan jumps deftly onto the table, stalking across it and knocking over food as he does until he jumps back down on my side, getting into my face. I stand my ground, bringing him nose-to-nose with me as I glare up at him. The air is charged with tension between us, waiting to snap. My fogged brain doesn't if I want to punch him or...

I shake away the other thought, trying to forget about it.

"Oh I'll show you what I'll do," Logan whispers, the rasp in his voice running down my spine and knocking my heart from rhythm.

"That is enough!" Charles shouts, and the room goes silent immediately. Logan clenches his jaw and looks over to Charles as I do the same. The professor sighs, hanging his head and massaging his temple as if he's developed a massive headache.

"Good Lord, if only you two could hear what was whizzing between your minds. That was so confusing." Professor Xavier huffs out a sigh before wheeling over in front of us.

"Y/N, go find the toad you turned Logan's dinner into and please refrain from turning him into one as well," Charles orders. Logan snickers, probably about to egg on to his statement before Charles turns his head sharply towards him.

"Logan, please refrain from aggravating Miss Y/L/N. I much prefer you as a man, not an amphibian. Although you would be quieter," He adds on, making me snort. I send Logan a pointed look, which he just rolls his eyes to and looks back to Charles.

"You two need to learn to at the very least tolerate each other," the Professor commands, shaking his head incredulously, "You work so well together on missions and you'd be such great...friends if you would just set down this petty feud. Now go to bed both of you, think about ways you can be more civil."

He turns and wheels away, leaving Logan and I standing tensely beside each other and feeling like scolded children. With a shake of my head, I turn and make my way towards my room which just so happens to be right across from Logan's. He trails me, his silent presence overbearing on my mind and heart.

"You ever seen the Professor that flustered?" I ask, desperate to break the charged air between us. Logan lets out a short laugh from beside me.

"I thought his head was gonna explode."

I smile, casting a glance over at the Wolverine, "You'll make him go crazy."

We stop in front of our doors and Logan turns to look down at me, cocking an eyebrow amusedly, "Me? Sweetheart, you're just as bad as I am."

Something about the way he looks at me makes my heart trip. Maybe it's the proximity I don't think either of us realizes, or maybe it's the smirk that drives me crazy, but I take a subtle step back before I do something I'll regret.

"Careful, Howlett. I'll still turn you into a toad," I warn. His smirk turns into that damn half-smile that makes my stomach wild with butterflies.

"Don't let the Professor hear you say that, Y/N. You won't be his favorite anymore,"

I laugh, walking back towards my door, "I think you've been his favorite since the moment you crashed through our doors."

Logan lifts an eyebrow at me, "Is that why you hate me?"

I freeze, a weird, strangling sensation settling into my chest. Does he...does he really think that I hate him?

"Logan," I start, my eyes growing serious in a way that makes the teasing smirk drop from his face, "Logan, do you think I hate you?"

He clenches his jaw, turning more serious than I've ever seen him be. In the hazel of his eyes, I see horrors of the decades he's lived on this Earth flash through his gaze. It makes my heart drop to the floor, and I almost walk over and pull him into a hug.

"It's better if you do." He almost whispers, and then turns and walks into his room, shutting the door behind him.

I stand frozen for a moment in the hallway, trying to work through what he just said. Shaking my head with a sigh, I turn and enter my own room. That night, as I get ready for bed, I can't get my mind off of the Wolverine.

Something stirs in my chest, because the Professor isn't wrong about what he said earlier. From the first moment Logan and I met, we fit together so well that it terrified me. Not to mention that he was breathtakingly attractive in a rugged sort of way that made my inhibitions turn to mush. My attraction stayed for a grand total of ten minutes when he began to argue and pick on me like a seventh grade boy.

I tell everyone that I hate him, that I can't stand him. And I can't, that's true. The whole truth, though? The whole truth is that he only annoys me because I have no control over my body, thoughts, and feelings when I'm around him. I've always managed to keep romance to a one-night-stand sort of level, but every time I banter with Logan something in me craves his easy nature and the way he takes no shit. I need his banter like I need the air I breathe, because without it I feel like I'll get lost in the mundane of my routine. Logan makes me feel...alive in ways that I can't explain. And, as much as he'd never admit it, he's got the softest, kindest heart out of anyone I know.

And sometimes...sometimes I feel like he argues with me to keep me at a distance.

My proof? Every time we have a rare civil conversation like the one we just had, he shuts down for a few days with me. He avoids me, and then when he can't anymore, his usually petty and teasing insults turn grumpier than usual and more charged. It's almost like every time we naturally gravitate closer, Logan shoves us apart.

The only question is why?

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Later That Week

"Hey Y/N, I need your help."

I turn my gaze from the papers I'm grading from the science class I teach at the school to Jean who's just walked into my classroom. A smile blooms on my face and I stand from my chair, leaning against my desk as she walks over to me.

"Yeah, anything. What's up?"

"It's Scott and I's anniversary tomorrow night and the Professor just booked me for a mission. Do you think you could cover it for me? I know it's so last minute but Scott and I have had this night planned for weeks," Jean explains.

"Yeah, of course! You need a break as it is," I inform, smiling wryly at my friend, "Go have fun with Scotty. I've got it covered."

A relieved, ecstatic smile explodes onto her face and she rushes forward, pulling me into a hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the actual best!"

I laugh, hugging her back before moving back towards my desk chair to continue grading.

"Anytime. Just send over the details tonight," I reply. She nods, affirming she'll do so before thanking me again and breezing out of the room to probably go tell Scott the good news.

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The Next Night

I hum to myself as I collect the supplies I'll need for the mission tonight. My hands are busy as I traipse through the supply room in the basement of the Mansion, grabbing various weapons and medical supplies and stashing them in the duffle bag I've got planted on the table in the center of the room.

Storm is set to be on the mission with me, and told me that she'd be getting the jet ready while I grabbed the supplies. So, once the duffle is packed, I sling it over my shoulders and make my way over the hanger. Just as she said, the jet sits humming and ready, the coordinated no doubt already punched in. The back hatch rests open, beckoning me in. As I walk up the ramp and into the belly of the jet, my eyes search for Ororo.

"Storm?" I call out, my brows furrowed as I search the cockpit. When I don't see her, I shrug. She must be grabbing something.

In the mean time, I stash the duffle into an overhead compartment. Just as I step back from doing so, an air-capturing presence enters the jet.

"You've got to be shitting me."

My heart hits the actual floor and I drop my head.

"This isn't happening," I mutter to myself before turning to see Logan standing in the entrance of the jet.

Like I predicted, he hasn't talked to me since the dinner incident. He'd barely stay in the same room as me, so seeing him sends an unwelcome bolt of joy through my soul. My stupid, traitorous heart flips in my chest at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same thing," He grits out, setting down a duffle that matches the one I made, "I'm covering for Jean."

Everything suddenly snaps into focus. I blow out a breath, shaking my head.

"That little traitor," I grumble, before looking at a confused and aggravated Logan, "I'm covering for Jean too."

The realization hits him at the same time and he shakes his head. He turns to exit the open hatch of the jet, eager to get as far away from me as fast as possible.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't make a sudden shot of hurt explode in my chest.

"Fuck this," Logan mutters, but before he can leave, the door to the jet shuts. He stumbles back, a confused look overtaking his features.

"What the-"

That's when the engine revs to life.

I jog over to the empty cockpit to see the controls lighting up and the auto-pilot system taking over. Before either of us can do anything, since neither of us know how to fly, the jet is pulling out of the hanger and lifting into the sky to God knows where. I step back, shaking my head and looking over to where Logan has stepped up beside me. We share a knowing look.

"Storm." We say in sync. As if on cue, a voice radios in from the controls.

"Come in lovebirds, do you copy?" Storms amused voice announces. I grit my jaw and lean forward to respond.

"Storm, take us down or I swear-"

"No can do, you two need some bonding time." That was another voice, the Professor's voice. Shock crashes over me.

"Professor, you too?" Logan sputters.

"You two will learn to behave at the very least. Hopefully being stuck together will help the team spirit." He responds.

"Stuck together?" I question, my brows furrowing in confusion, "But the mission said that-"

"Oh there's no mission. The jet's set to fly a round trip for the night." Jean pipes in.

"Like hell it is! Bring us down right now!" Logan growls out, and I almost laugh at the bit of fear in his eyes. He's always been uncomfortable flying and I've always made fun of him for it. It's at least of some consolation to know this is how we're stuck together.

"I'm sorry, you're breaking up. What was that?" Storm asks, amusement lacing her tone.

"Ororo-" I start.

"I can't...must be...signal's going..."

Anyone could tell she's faking it.

"When I get back, you're all spending the weekend as cockroaches!" I call out.

"Have fun!" Jean and Storm call back before the line cuts out.

Logan begins muttering to himself before settling down in the pilot's chair and fiddling with random buttons. My eyes widen suddenly and I lurch forward, grabbing his arm.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to get us killed? Neither of us know how to work this thing!" I object. He shakes off my touch and stands, towering over me and making me stumble back a few steps. He matches me for every one until I finally find my ground.

"There's no way in hell I'm staying trapped up here with you," Logan spits, and yet again my stupid heart flinches at the low blow.

I must flinch slightly in reaction as well, because some of the anger drains from Logan's face, being replaced with something I can't quite place. He sighs, cursing himself before taking a step closer to me.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like-"

"No, it's fine." I cut him off, giving him a curt smile and cursing myself for not being able to hide the hurt. I take a few steps back and turn, walking into the belly of the jet, "Let's just get through this night."

I can practically feel Logan's unspoken words hanging in the air before I hear him sigh and mumble something to himself. I drop down into one of the chairs in the back, propping my feet up on the empty chair next to me and letting my eyes slip closed. I so desperately want to be able to sleep the night away to avoid any more interactions with Logan that can break my heart open and reveal the feelings I've denied for months. As I sit with my eyes shut, though, time passes and I can't seem to find sleep.

Maybe it has something to do with the domineering presence in the chair across from mine.

I can feel his gaze burning into me without even opening my eyes, can feel the way he wants to break the tense silence that settles over the cabin of the jet. The air is so thickly charged that I think for a moment that one spark could set the jet on fire. When I finally have had so much of the silence that I can barely take it anymore, I let out a sigh.

"Why do you do that?" I ask, my eyes still shut. The silence turns still.

"Do what?" He grumbles back. I drop my feet from the seat and open my eyes, turning forward so we face each other in the cabin.

"Every time I start to think we can be friends, you shut down. You ignore me and whenever you do talk to me you're as cold as ice with a temper that could make Hell freeze over." I don't hold back, so fed up with the same cyclic behavior from the last few years of knowing Logan.

"Y/N," Logan starts, then goes silent for a long while. Finally, his almost...tortured gaze meets mine, "We can't be friends. We'll never be friends."

I thought what he'd said before hurt, but that was a scrape compared to the knife he just shoved in my heart and twisted. I clench my jaw to keep from visibly recoiling again at the blow.

It's getting too much. It's all getting too much. The tension, the attraction, the long silences and bursts of charisma that make me want to crawl into his arms and stay forever. I can't take how off and on he is with me, I just can't. Not when I'm beginning to realize that I want him so desperately and not just physically or not just when he's in a good mood. I want every part of him because he makes me feel like I'm someone, because I feel like I was asleep until I met him. And to see the way he can so blatantly disregard me and shut down with me and say that...say that we can't even be friends?

It's too much. I can't take it.

My emotions bubble over and I make a small, tortured sound before shoving to my feet and storming to the back of the jet. I make sure to keep my back firmly to him to hide the angry and heartbroken tears that begin to well up from his keen eyes, but there's no mistaking my sharp intake of breath and shuddering shoulders.

"Y/N," his voice is like a poisonous honey, killing me slowly and soothing my very soul as it breaks me, "Y/N, just talk to me."

I let out a humorless laugh and whirl around to see him on his feet and walking over. When he sees the tears in my eyes and my emotions painted clearly, I know I can't hide from him. He freezes in his step, his hazel eyes like burning fires and every muscle in his body tensed as if he were holding them taut to keep him from doing something.

"No, don't-" I cut myself off in time to shove down the sob that wants to shudder through me, "You have no right. You have no right to keep pulling me in and-and shoving me away. I can't take it anymore, I can't"

The tension has finally reached its snapping point and I'm breaking first, I don't even care anymore. His face is impossible to read and it burns because I can't exactly storm away from him when we're tens of thousands of feet in the sky.

"Sweetheart, listen I-"

That's my breaking point.

"No, don't you dare 'sweetheart' me," I grit out, not even bothering to stop the burning hot tears that race down my cheeks, "God, you don't even get it, do you?"

Logan's face is one of pure shock and pain—pain for what, I can't place. What I can see is the way his large hands keep flexing and unflexing, almost as if he's using every muscle to keep from walking up to me. His jaw is clenched so tight that I'm surprised his teeth don't crack. I dig my hands into my hair and groan in frustration before dropping them back down to my sides. I don't even give him a chance to respond.

"Every time you mess with me, every time you speak to me, every time you're even near me, Logan you are pushing me further and further down a very steep cliff and I can't stop it, I have tried." I take a gasping breath, not even caring that I'm baring every feeling to him that I haven't even processed with myself yet, "And you keep ignoring me and saying we can't be friends and then the next thing I know you're messing with me again and-"

"I'm not trying to hurt you, sweet-" He stops himself briefly, changing the word he was going to use, "Y/N. You just have to understand-"

"You are breaking me, Logan!" I shout, my vision blurring from the unbridled tears, "I am falling in love with you and you are breaking me!"

He goes as silent as death before me, everything within him going still. I don't seem to notice, and even if I did, I wouldn't care. I'm halfway past shattering and I can barely control myself. Years of pent up emotion is spilling out, and damn it I'm going turn all of my friends back at the Mansion into worms.

"What did you just say?" His voice is no more than a whisper, but I'm not listening.

"Let me hate you," I beg, my voice beseeching for mercy and my fists itching to slam into his stupid, perfect face, "Please, why can't I hate you?"

That's when Logan breaks.

"Fuck it all," he suddenly growls, making my breath hiccup and my gaze snap up to him. My stomach flips sharply when I see him storming up to me so suddenly that I can't even back up.

"Logan, what-"

"Shut up." He orders, and he reaches me in seconds.

The moment he does, one of his hands cups my face and the other snakes around my waist, tugging me so close to him that I can feel every ridge and curve of his muscles. I barely have time to breathe when he tilts my head up with his hand and crashes his lips to mine.

Instantly I'm on fire.

I can't stop the small moan that leaves my lips, swallowed by his as he kisses me so desperately and passionately that my knees would buckle if it weren't for his iron grip on my waist. He bites my bottom lip softly and uses the gasp I let out to deepen the kiss. Every fiber of me is trembling and my body is on fire. Everywhere he touches me is pure desire and lightning and passion and I can barely catch my breath. He must feel the same because he reluctantly pulls away, leaving us both panting in the silence.

My lips are swollen and my body shaking, leaving me holding on to Logan desperately to ground myself to this instant, to convince myself that was real. The charge is too strong, and like opposite ends of a magnet our lips end up together again. This time, he pulls back just enough so our lips are still touching.

"I'm so sorry," He breathes against my lips, sealing the apology with a quick kiss, "I'm so sorry."

I pull away, capturing his face in my hands and staring at him with furrowed, confused brows. My unspoken desire for an explanation is clearly picked up, and he shakes his head, moving both of his hands to my waist. Where his hands hold me burns in the best way, in a way that makes me never want to pull away.

"Everyone I have ever cared for, everyone I have ever let myself love, has been taken from me," Logan whispers brokenly, and I stop breathing. I don't dare to believe what his words spell out so clearly, but instead let him keep talking as if to prove me wrong.

He doesn't.

"That's why I kept shoving you away, that's why we could never be friends. Because if we were, I could never live with just being friends with you"

"Logan, what are you saying?" I whisper, my eyes wide and my heart racing so fast that I actually fear it might give out on me. His nose nudges mine before he pulls back, letting his eyes burn into mine so I can see the truth in them, the meaning and the sincerity.

"Y/N, I have been in love with you since the moment I met you."

This time, my knees do buckle briefly. Thankfully, his arms around my waist hold me until I manage to hold my own weight again.

"You-you love me?"

A sweet smile that I want to take a picture of and hold close forever spreads onto his lips.

"Always."

I pull him down so our lips meet again, and for the first time in months my soul is at peace. What's been devouring me slowly finally stops as everything makes perfect sense. When I pull away, I lean my forehead against his.

"You're not gonna lose me." I vow, then pull back to raise an eyebrow at him, "But if you ever shove me away out of fear of losing me again, I will turn you into a cat and keep you as the kids' class pet."

A genuine, heart-healing laugh erupts from him, lighting up Logan's face in a way that makes me fall in love all over again. We just stay like that for a moment, his arms around my waist and mine back around his neck, our bodies molded together and our breath mingling.

"You think they're watching a live feed of this right now?" I ask, not pulling away an inch.

The radio crackles back to life and Storm's voice fills the jet, "That would be an affirmative, love birds. Mission Wedding Bells is a success."

We both chuckle, and Logan turns his head towards the direction of the cockpit, where the camera probably is. With all the gentlemanliness he can muster, he unsheathes only his middle claw, flipping the entire team out. I laugh dropping my head onto his chest.

He cups my face and turns it up to face him, cocking an eyebrow at me, "What?"

It only makes me laugh harder and his body rumbles with laughter against mine, "Come here, sweetheart."

He slings an arm across my shoulders and walks me back to the cockpit. As we do, I think of that first moment we met. An amused smile tugs at my lips and I shake my head slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" Logan asks. I look up at him, amusement dancing among my features.

"When you saw me turn that creep paparazzi in the front lawn into a pigeon, that's when you fell in love with me?"

He chuckles, kissing my cheek and making me wonder if this is what bliss is.

"I took one look at you scolding him and then tending to the kids like a mother and knew I was in trouble."

I laugh, leaning into his side, "You realize we have to let the Professor tell us 'I told you so', right?"

"Over my dead body," Logan stiffens, his words final. I snort.

"Good thing you can't die."

And for the first time since I met Logan, my traitorous, knowing heart was settled.

#wolverine x reader #wolverine #x men #ororo munroe #james howlett #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #angst #fluff #logan howlett angst #logan howlett fluff #imagine #oneshot #one shot #banter #enemies to lovers

[dracaelus]

CHERIK FIC RECS

Angst (multiple levels of angst)

too close to the sun, by joshriku: 3, 683 words, charles pov, canon compliant to Jean Grey #1 (2023) (i think it's better to read the issue first, but it's not really necessary)

Jean Grey erases Magneto's mind - or so she thinks. When Charles finds his body, he brings it back to the mansion, and begins the arduous task of putting Erik's mind together. Of course, when it comes to Erik and persevering, it's always a lot more effective than he expects.

To Breathe Again (Impossibilities Remix), by Unforgotten: Erik's pov from the original movies timeline. The old men are old!!! It's a 3,879 words oneshot and it's beautiful

After Liberty Island, you think you must have burned that bridge at last. After Alkali Lake, you're even more certain. What once seemed so easy is now an impossibility, and the dream that once plagued you no longer comes.

Then Charles dies and you know: Going home was never truly impossible until now.

This is not easily described by a single genre methinks

superposition, by borninsideatornado: The racer car driver au! This one has some angst yes, but it didn't feel right to put it in the angst category bc there's so much more to it! This story is about healing. It's also about racing cars. And it's also a romance ! Charles and Erik have an amazing dynamic, but then so does Erik and Emma, Erik and Pietro (the father and son are father and son'ing!) and the entire team tbh. Really fun to read!

erik is a race car driver coming off the worst year of his life. charles xavier may be his last hope.

Time to Grow, by zarah5: 20K oneshot, Charles pov. Fluffy fix-it

In which you'll find chess dates which aren't dates (or maybe Charles is wrong about that). -- Based on First Class, this turns (slightly) AU during the beach scene.

Comedy

Fathers and sons, by M_Leigh: 6K oneshot, Hank pov. So fucking funny

“I have an – interest – in Peter Maximoff,” Erik said, somewhat grudgingly, glaring. “A – familial – interest –”

Everybody stared at him.

“In that – mutantkind is one – large – family –” Erik said valiantly, if pathetically.

“Oh, shit,” Alex said. “No way. No way.”

i guess i should say thanks or some shit: au but they do have powers, 17K oneshot, charles pov

believe it or not, charles has a well-thought-out moral philosophy. he doesn’t follow it. but he has thought it out. alternatively: charles and erik douche it up in amsterdam

Frosted hearts, by aesc & palalife: 29K oneshot, multipov, the main focus is cherik, and it comes with art!

Emma Frost has 99 problems, but a date ain't one. Specifically, she has no time to play the dating game--which is fine with her, because she'd much rather run it instead. From a set of sleek, silver and white offices on Fifth Avenue and with her trusty, stylish, and silent partner Janos Quested, Emma has built Frosted Hearts into New York City's premiere dating service, built on the principle that money, and a sufficiently rigorous psionic scan, can, in fact, buy you love.

Somewhere in Frosted Hearts's server is one Charles Xavier, genius and geneticist, with the kind of nicely-starched good looks that sell well on brochures for New England prep schools. He's also a telepath who's decided to give up pursuing serious relationships and instead spend his thirties doing what he should have done as a teenager: have a lot of sex with random people. Fortunately for him, Erik Lehnsherr, metallokinetic and engineering executive, has absolutely no time in his heart or his schedule for anything more serious than... well, absolutely nothing romantic at all.

#cherik #drac fic recs

[imagininglotsofthings]

Erik Lehnsherr Writings...

I have an Erik Lehnsherr fanfiction piece I'm working on. I have some of it written on my laptop, some written by hand in my journal, and I have to finish it. Basically, I am all over the place. As usual. But I do like it. It has to do with a protective Erik. And a human woman. Not sure where it will go, but I have some ideas. Might be an original character thing. Not sure yet.

#erik lehnsherr imagine #erik lehnsherr oneshot #erik lehnsherr fanfic #erik lehnsherr fanfiction #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x original character #charles xavier fanfiction #charles xavier fanfic #logan howlett #xmen fanfic

[juniperwoodwell]

Master list

Disclaimer: I only do Gn or Female for X reader, I don't do OCs.

I will write smut but I'm not great at it.

Request's are open.

I take Plots,prompts, dialogue prompts,etc. Anything your imaginative minds can think of.

•Prompt List

!NEW! Keanuverse

•Keanu Reeves

•John Wick

•John Constantine (2005)

•Johnny Utah

•Conor O'Neil

•Kevin Lomax

•Ted "Theodore" Logan

•Exhausted (requested)

•Julian Mercer

•Neo "Thomas" Anderson

•Exhausted (requested)

•Tom Ludlow

•Exhausted (requested)

ADCU

•Prompt Exchange with @kylowritten

•ADCU prompt list

•Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

•Favorite Distraction°

•Pen and Paper°

•Domesticated°

•Dedication Masterlist°

•Flip Zimmerman

•Proud

•Adam Sackler

•Phillip Altman

• Reunion pt.1

•Ren/Zimmerman/Sackler/Altman

•How ADCU character's react to an S/O who is insecure.

X-Men

•Charles Xavier

•Oneshots•

•It's a goldfish and cream soda kinda night

•Totally normal morning!?

•Skits(?)•

•Snacks

•Cruel Joke

•Late nights

•Requests•

•Paris

•Erik Lehnsherr

•Love is Complicated

Batman

•Bale!Bruce Wayne

•Presence

Top Gun Maverick

•Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw

•Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Daredevil

•Matthew Murdock "Daredevil"

•Night Terrors (Request)

• And Down We Fall

•Frank Castle "Punisher"

•The Beast Finds Love

9-1-1

•Eddie Diaz

•Thief (part 1)

•Thief (part 2)

•Theif (part 3)

•Theif (part 4)

•Theif (part 5)

Moon Knight

•Steven Grant

•Ducky

•Marc Spector

•Jake Lockley

Others

•Damon Salvatore

Request's are open

(Gotta think of some more later lol)

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #x men x reader #dbh x reader #bale!bruce wayne x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #lotr x reader #hobbit x reader #jj mayback x reader #kylo ren #ben solo #kylo ren x reader

[nichecomicstournament]

propaganda under the readmore

Jennifer Kale: While she has shown up in quite a few comics, mostly on the horror side of Marvel, I feel like she’s not a character many people really care about sadly. She’s a witch, she hangs out with everyone’s favourite swamp monster (well he’s MY favourite swamp monster), she’s bisexual, and I just think she’s neat.

Jonas Graymalkin: jonas graymalkin is charles xavier’s great times a million uncle from the 1770s who basically time travelled to 2009 / the modern day as a teenager (this is not exactly what happened but i dont want to get into it so im lying). he has been a “main” character in one ongoing (young x-men), which was bad, and a pride oneshot, which was also bad. the bulk of his appearances have been as background student no 6.

#jennifer kale #jonas graymalkin #graymalkin #actual polls #polls

[chiefdirector]

exile | Folklore | Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr | X-men

I can see you standing, honey, with his arms around your body. Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

Charles had ought to be happy, after all he had wanted this for Erik. No matter how much they bickered and fought, all he had ever wanted for Erik was for him to find his happiness and he had; just it was in the arms of another.

He wanted to argue and fight for his love, but in the end, what had fighting ever brought Charles? It brought pain and misery and suffering. He couldn't do that to Erik, not when he watched him smile at the crappy joke his new partner whispered.

And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it. Holdin' all this love out here in the hall.

As much as it hurt to watch, Charles almost found the moment bittersweet. He and Erik may have moved past the disagreements but in doing so, Erik began to push Charles away, putting up the walls the telepath had spent years breaking down.

The love they had both found solace in had slowly shattered before their eyes, but neither of them had enough energy left in them to continue to fight the losing battle of each other

You're not my homeland anymore; so what am I defending now? You were my town, now I'm in exile, seein' you out.

If Charles were to do it all over again, if he could love Erik all over again, he would. He would have fought longer and harder. Loving Erik was slowly killing him; but living without Erik's love left him alone. He had nowhere and no one without. He was exiled without his love.

I can see you starin', honey like he's just your understudy; like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

It didn't escape Erik's noticed how Charles stared at him and his partner. The slight glare which softened everytime Charles focussed on him. He remembered all the soft looks Charles used to give him, and he longed for that again, even though he knew it was a pipe dream.

Erik had spun Charles the way he spun his new partner the first time they danced. They were drunk in the kitchen, the radio crackling in the background but it was perfect as it was only them in that moment. There isn't anything that Erik wouldn't give to have that once again; to have Charles once again.

Second, third, and hundredth chances. balancin' on breaking branches. Those eyes add insult to injury.

But they couldn't have it again. They had tried time and time again, always forgiving and never forgetting as if it would erase the pain they caused each other. But even as the pain faded, it never truly disappeared and as time went on they became too wounded to heal

I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now? You were my crown, now I'm in exile, seein' you out.

Erik turned away from Charles and focussed on his new partner. They were perfect: they were kind, forgiving and patient. There was no reason for Erik not to love them, but he couldn't, not in the way he loves loved Charles.

He knew he would never get back to the way things were, stuck forevermore as a passive spectator in Charles' life. He was burdened to watch as he moved on, leaving him behind in exile.

All this time I never learned to read your mind

Even after years of knowing him, Charles could never truly know what was running through Erik's mind. He could be thinking one thing and mean something else. But even now, as he searched his thoughts, he found himself confused at the lingering feelings Erik still held for him.

I couldn't turn things around 'cause you never gave a warning sign

Erik still watched Charles as he danced. If it wasn't his own wedding he would've followed Charles out as he left the venue, but he was powerless to watch him leave. Erik had made his choice but he only wished he had been warned that he would lose the one he wanted most.

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Author's notes: Oookay so the GIF won't upload. Anyways, this oneshot is based on THAT scene of She-Hulk episode 8, so if you haven't watched it, SPOILERS!!! The recent episode of she-hulk really got me thinking, what if Matt adopted a mutant from Charles? And so this oneshot was born. Characters: Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Jennifer Walters, Charles Xavier The Reader is a telepath like Charles. WARNINGS: Like i said, spoilers for She-Hulk episode 8. fluff, Dad!Matt (yes that should be a warning because the thought of matt as a dad is AAAA), angst  Minors, for your sake, please don't interact with this post as this will mention THAT scene from earlier mentioned She-Hulk episode. You probably won't listen anyways but hey, i tried. And yes, i brought Foggy and Charles into this oneshot because WHY NOT? Summary: Basically, what happened after that scene in ep8, but with my own little twist on it :) *Jen is referred to as the "lawyer lady" --- "Hey, Foggy.", you groaned, exhausted as you haul your bookbag into the apartment. "Hey, kiddo! How was school today?", Foggy asks you as you grunted, finally putting your heavy bookbag on the couch. You sighed and muttered, "So much homework..." "Ah.", was all he could say. "Hey, do you mind if i reach out to my dad first before i start finishing homework?", you asked, cracking your knuckles. "He should know i'm home, shouldn't he?" Foggy nods in a 'go ahead' manner and steps out of the living room as you sat down on the couch, and closed your eyes... You soon found yourself in a world very similar to the one that appears when Cerebro is being used by your professor, Charles Xavier. But there was only one light in yours; your adoptive father, Matt Murdock. Moving towards the light, you smiled at the warmth you felt whenever you reached out into your father's mind... That changed quickly.., you thought as you looked around at what was going on. Waves of lust emanated from the room as you saw a man dressed in a familiar devil costume and a woman wearing a purple running outfit with white accents barge into the room, getting handsy with one another. "What the fuck?", you thought as you quickly pushed out of your father's mind. Opening your eyes in reality, you grounded yourself, scanning the surroundings of the apartment. You sighed, keeping your composure as you wrote down another chapter of your thesis. You processed what was going on, with the evidences that were given to you. Matt said he'll be heading to New York for a case (he didn't tell you in full detail, but you already figured it out by reading his mind the minute he accepted the case.) He told you he'll be back as soon as he can. (Which was completely untrue, judging by what you saw. You knew he was Daredevil, and when you read his mind, you realized that the woman he was getting handsy with was the same lawyer on the opposing counsel. Said lawyer on the opposing counsel is the cousin of an Avenger (or, well, ex-Avenger. Research helps.) You groaned. Workplace relationship., was your conclusion. You didn't know much about your father's dating life, but based on what Foggy told you, his last ones didn't really end well for him as Matt AND as Daredevil.

You asked Foggy, “Hey, uh, do you mind if i stay with you for a week?”

He looked skeptical. “Why?” You sighed, annoyed, disappointed and upset. “Dad hooked up with the lawyer lady on the case he just won.”

“Ah.”, That was all Foggy could say. Just as he said that, Matt walked into the apartment, wearing his usual lawyer's clothes. "Hey, Dad.", you said calmly, with a small bite to it. "How was the case?" You knew he could hear your heart beat. And you were mad. Your heart was beating at almost 120 an hour. You still masked it though. He smiled at you and replied, "It was good. I won, by the way." You laughed. "As expected." Silence fills the room as you heard the door click open. The lawyer lady walked in. Really?, you thought as you saw the woman kiss Matt on the cheek and then sit down on the couch next to you, folder in hand. You eyed Matt's movements, the way he was limping a lot slightly, the bruises on his neck a deep purple as you gradually got even more annoyed. "Huh.", you softly said. "Dad?" "Yeah?" "What's with the bruises?"

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OH BOY INDEED!! I’ll continue this in Part 2 when school stuff gets a bit lighter (i still have the last day of exams to take care of because it was suspended last October 28) :’) Oh well. This’ll be in 3 parts 🤭

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Scarlet Witch vs. Illumina-- Why didn't Wanda put shoes on before she left the house? Was that necessary, Wanda? You really want to make your variant walk around in robot gore in her bare feet? Go put some shoes on before you come back here and kill us all. Thank you.

In any case, there's something oddly refreshing about the way the male heroes get oneshotted out of the fight in five seconds to clear the stage for the women to have a prolonged slugfest with each other.

Though the way she kills Captain Marvel is a bit unconvincing. This is 838's version of a character who can annihilate starships by slamming into them at a billion miles per hour but she's crushed to death by a statue? I can buy that Wanda can beat a Carol-counterpart but I think they probably should have gone more gruesome here, like the other three deaths.

The most shocking thing about this fight is simply how quickly it's over. Wanda's esoteric sorcery mixed with her oldschool telekinesis and mind control makes such short work of the Illuminati, you almost can't believe how fast it's over. It conveys how unstoppably powerful Wanda is at this point.

My personal favorite kill is Xavier. I actually think this was another great missed opportunity to demonstrate that the Darkhold is the true monster. Charles enters her mind to rescue Wanda-838 from Wanda-616's control. And I feel like this could have instead been Charles trying to rescue Wanda, only to be killed by the Darkhold's control.

But this missed opportunity is offset by simply how atmospheric and cool his part in the fight is. Brutally subverting Charles's telepathy in a way that we've never really seen in any of the X-Men films he hails from. It's not hard to guess what's about to happen to him once Wanda's mists roll in and yet it's still shocking to see.

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