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parkshan820 · 4 years

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A Quiet Sunday Morning.

I don't know where this came from but I'm posting it anyway! This is a time where Alex didn't die and everything is all domestic and everyone is happy and in love.

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A Quiet Sunday Morning

Alex loves Sunday mornings. They were always so peaceful, calm like the ocean waves gently going up the shore. Loves it when he wakes up in his husband’s arms, overly warm but too content to move.

His eyes open slowly, sleep persuading him to close his eyes for a few more minutes of sleep and he sighs before turning to look at Hank. The blond slowly smiles as he admires him. God how did he get so lucky? He couldn’t stop from reaching out and brushing the soft brown locks away from his eyes, the lashes gently fluttering as he sleeps. He blearily looks around the bedroom and does a double take when the door opens and a small child starts to sneak in. The boy freezes when he notices Alex giving him a smile and the boy doesn’t bother being so quiet as he walks over to him.

“Dad, are you getting out of bed soon? Me and the others are hungry and the other adults aren’t awake.” The boy says shyly and Alex yawns as he sits up. “Yeah kiddo, what do you want for breakfast?” He asks tiredly and the boy brightens, his hawk like wings happily fluttering as they sense his excitement. “Pancakes.” He answers more firmly and he climbs onto the bed.

“Okay, how about you go tell the others that I’m awake. But remind them that others are still sleeping.” He says and the boy nods firmly before giving him a tight hug before running out of the room.

Jasper was four years old when he appeared out of nowhere one morning. The young child was crying softly, his wings tucked close to his body, as if the wings had a mind of it’s own and was trying to comfort him. Nobody knew what to do and Sean thought it was obvious to get Warren to bond with the child since he had wings like him, but that only seem to put the boy into more distressed.

Everyone tried talking to him, asking what his name was, where his parents were but they received no response, only causing the door to close in on himself. Alex was only just starting to get him to open up when Hank came in and the boy stared at him with wide eyes that were coloured like a hawk. He suddenly smiled and wouldn’t leave his husband’s side for days, causing Hank to blink in confusion but got Jasper to open up to others.

Eight days later, Jasper told everyone that Alex and Hank was his parents.

Now, three years later Jasper was the sweetest kid that everyone loves. Alex was honoured that Jasper picked them of all couples that were in the mansion. He yawns again before looking over to the brunet to see he was still sleeping.

Well that wouldn’t do.

Alex leans over to press a kiss onto his temple, causing the brunet to stir but not completely wake him up. With a huff he presses another kiss, this time onto his bare shoulder and gently shook his shoulder. “Bozo, babe time to wake up.” He whispers gently and Hank grumbles before he opens his eyes and give him a dirty look. “What time is it?” He asks and Alex looks over to the clock on his nightstand and sighs before getting onto his feet. “Nine thirty.” The brunet whines, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. “It’s Sunday.” He complains and Alex couldn’t hide the smirk.

“Yes and our son is hungry, so are the other kids. Get your ass out of bed, I’m not making breakfast for six kids alone.”

“Then tell Charles and Raven to feed their own kids.” Hank grumbles but gets out of bed anyway. Alex sighs but wraps his arms around his husband and presses another kiss in between his shoulder blades. He still couldn’t believe he was married to this man, to this incredible, smart, gorgeous nerd. Eight years of marriage and he still smiles giddy every time he thinks this is his husband.

He was so proud of him too. Hank became so confident of himself, his insecurities rarely show their ugly head anymore. He was still so proud when Hank learned how to transform himself from beast to human without any serum. It became part of his mutation that he doesn’t need to put drugs into his system anymore. Alex was still so grateful for that, it always made him nervous every time he injected himself with drugs to turn himself back into human form. Alex couldn’t help but think what would happen if he did it wrong and seriously injured himself.

Alex didn’t have to worry about it now thank goodness.

“No.” He nearly whines when Hank reached for his razor and the brunet turns to give him a look. “I like you in facial hair, makes you look hot.” He says and the brunet raises an eyebrow as he gives him an amused grin. “Are you saying I don’t look good clean shaven?” He asks and the blond scoffs. “You always look hot, you always shave it off is all I’m saying.” He says with a shrug and Hank places the razor down before turning and pull him closer to him.

“If I recall, all the girl teenagers were staring at me and you got all jealous last time I didn’t shave.” Hank says before he kisses him. “I wasn’t jealous, I just didn’t like them staring at you all dreamy eyed.” He defends and tilts his head as Hank kisses his jaw, letting him have access for more skin. “Is that so?” He asks and the blond huffs.

Damn Hank and getting him distracted and weak in the knees.

“Fine I was jealous.” He grumbles and Hank smirks. “I knew it. Now we should get to the kitchen before the kids get impatient and try to cook for themselves.” He says and Alex cringes at the memory of them walking into the kitchen that was almost on fire. “Yeah we don’t want that. Meet you in the kitchen.” Alex says before pecking him on the lips and leaving the room.

“You kids better not be trying to start pancakes without me.” Alex warns as he enters the kitchen and stops. “Nope but we did get the ingredients out.” Jasper says with a innocent smile. He narrows his eyes at them before slowly walking to the stove. The other five giggles and he slowly looks around the kitchen.

Once he ensured everything was safe he nods and grabbed the silver bowl to get started on the pancake mix, the six children crowding around him to watch. “Can we help Uncle Alex?” Olivia asks. “Hmm I don’t know.” Alex says slowly, making a big show out of it, making them giggle again. “Of course you can, pass me three eggs please.” He says and he smiles as she eagerly passes them, using her telepathic abilities to make the other two eggs float so she couldn’t drop them.

“Finn, Aurora, go wake the other adults up. Let them know breakfast is soon.” He instructs. “Okay!” The twins chime before racing off. “Woah, easy there tigers.” Hank says as he narrowly avoids being run over. The brunet chuckles before pressing a kiss onto the blond’s head and ruffling Jasper’s hair as he starts on making coffee. “Morning papa.” Jas says shyly. “Morning kid, how you sleep?” He asks. “Good! No nightmares last night.” He says and Hank grins. “That’s awesome.” He says and they both high five.

Sean groans as he shuffles into the kitchen. “Morning zombie, want some coffee?” Hank asks with a grin. “Why are you always so cheery in the morning?” He grumbles but graciously accepts the cup and hums as he takes a sip. Hank ignores him as he starts making his own cup of coffee. “I don’t know.” He says.

“Finn, Aurora couldn’t you two find a better way of waking us up?” Erik grumbles as he slumps down onto a chair. “It’s better than Finn blasting you with his fireballs.” Aurora says, smiling sheepishly. “That’s true.” He says after pausing. “Alright, who wants the first batch of pancakes.” Alex asks and all the kids raises their hands. “Hmm which one to pick.” He muses before shrugging and putting one pancake each onto their plates.

“What? There is only so much pancake batter I can put in this pan.” He says causing Jasper to giggle. “Dad we need syrup.” Jas says seriously and Hank grabs the bottle out of the fridge. “Here you are, take it easy that is all we have.” He says. “Thanks papa.”

Alex smiles as he stares at his family. God he never thought he would have this one day. He was glad to know he was wrong about some things. He turns to flip the pancakes, making sure they don’t burn when he feels Hank wrap his arms around his waist. “This is perfect, isn’t it?” He asks and Alex smiles. “Favourite part of my day.” He whispers and he could feel the brunet smile onto his shoulder and he places the next batch onto the plate. “Why are you two being so gross. It’s way too early for your sickly sweet affections for each other.” Raven mumbles. “It’s ten in the morning.” Hank states bluntly and she waves a hand at him.

“Hand this batch around?” He asks. “Yeah.” He says pulling away from him and grabbing the plate out of his hands.

Alex loves Sunday mornings. He doesn’t care that he has to wait until eleven thirty to sit down to finally eat his own breakfast. He doesn’t even mind the fact that he eats alone since everyone wandered off to do their own thing. He doesn’t care that the kids are screaming as he eats has they run around the mansion and snickering at Charles yelling to take their energy outside. He loves it, he loves it when he steals a sip of Hank’s coffee and the brunet grouching to make his own cup as he cooks. He loves it when he finally sits down to eat and Hank places a cup of coffee down for him and steals a kiss.

He especially loves it when Hank sits down beside him, even though he already eaten and decided to stay to keep him company and Jasper climbs into his papa’s lap to join in on the conversation. When it’s just the three of them sitting their patiently waiting for Alex to eat because he just spent an hour and a half cooking pancakes for everyone else to eat.

To anyone else, their Sunday morning may be loud and chaotic but to him, it was a quiet peaceful morning. It meant they were safe, they didn’t have to worry about danger lurking in the shadows, didn’t have to worry about classes they have to teach. It was about spending time together and basking in the warmth and love that is surrounding them in the dining room where the clock says it’s noon, but to them it was still morning as they talk about how they were going to spend the day together.

Just the three of them together as a family.

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parkshan820 · 4 years

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Screams in my head (make them stop)

So you know how part of Hank McCoy's mutation is enhance intelligence? Well, having that amount of brain power their has to be some pretty severe consequences. So I thought, what happens if he gets a headache, but it's so much more painful for him because of his mutation?

This is what I came up with.

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Screams in my head (make them stop)

His mother always told him that being smart can have it’s downsides.

Hank didn’t know what she meant until they appeared. It started when he was young, he believe he was six years old when he had his first migraine. It would first appear like a simple headache where you take some Tylenol and it would simply go away in a few minutes. But that was not the case for him, no it was something worse. It was like there was someone else in his head, screaming and clawing it’s way out, causing complete agony.

It has been a very long time since he last had an episode like this and Hank just assumed that it was just a part of growing pains and now that he was an adult, they just stopped for good.

So Hank thought nothing of it when he woke up this morning, holding his boyfriend in his arms and his head felt like a needle was poking its way around. It was easy to ignore the little prick of pain, it wasn’t even a one on a one to ten scale, so he just simply drank a glass of water, took a Tylenol and went on his way to the beginning of his day.

Hank should have known better.

As the hours ticked by he couldn’t help but noticed that the lights were extremely bright today and causing him to squint as he writes his notes down. By the time lunch rolled around, the needle turned into a steady beat of pain, causing from a one to at least a five on the pain scale.

“Hank are you alright?”

He flinches almost violently at the unexpected noise and he hisses as his hand comes up to cradle his head. He distinctly hears a tray being placed down onto a table nearby and he gives Alex a weak smile when he appears in front of him. “Bozo are you hurt? What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly, concern masking his expression and that just couldn’t do. His boyfriend looks way better with a smile.

“Nothings wrong, just have a headache is all.” He says and Alex frowns as he looks over him. “You should take a seat, you’re extremely pale.” He says and guides the brunet over to a chair. “Alex really I’m okay.”

“No it’s not. This looks worse then a headache babe.” He says, the pet name coming out unrealized. Hank couldn’t help but blush every time. The brunet goes to reply when his vision suddenly goes dim and he whines as he squeezes his eyes shut, his entire body flinching as if he been hit by a invisible force.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Alex whispers worriedly and Hank groaned as he grabs onto the table hard. It was slow going as Hank needed to stop just to breathe and hope his knees won’t collapse on him. He moaned in agony as he felt himself being picked up and gently held before he was laid down onto cool sheets. He sighed in relief when he slowly opened his eyes to see the room dark.

“What do you need Hank?” Alex whispered and the brunet flinched. Even a whisper sounded like someone was screaming right into his ear and his head throbbed. “I don’t know.” He gasped out as he shuttered, his stomach rolling, warning him that if he did much as of quickly moving he would be emptying his entire stomach contents onto Alex’s clean floor.

He was worrying his boyfriend as it was, he didn’t need him to be mad at him as well. He felt like he had a lot of making up to do when all of this was over. “Cold water.” Hank rasped as he shoved his face into his pillow, his body curling up in pain. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to scratch his eyes out as an attempt to stop the growing pressure that was forming behind them.

“Here, nice and slow.” Hank sighs in relief as the cold water goes down his throat and his eyes flutter as his lover places a cool cloth onto his forehead. Alex then carefully takes his glasses off and place them onto the nightstand. “Do you think you can take a Vicodin?” The blond asks quietly and the brunet whimpers, a pale hand latching onto Alex’s wrist. “Make it stop.” He begs, and Alex nods as he quietly steps into the bathroom and grabs the orange bottle of pills.

“Here.” He whispers, placing the pill into his mouth and helping Hank with the cold glass of water. Alex mentally sends Charles a message telling him that Hank has a migraine and that he will be unable to teach his classes today. “Is there anything else you need?” He asks and the brunet turns his head slowly to look at him with pain dazed blue eyes. “It’s still do bright.” He whispers and Alex nods. “I have an idea, I’ll be right back.” He whispers and Hank stifles a whine when the blond leaves the room.

He wants Alex back, he doesn’t want him to go, but as quick as his lover leaves he comes back. “Here.” He whispers, slipping a sleeping mask over his eyes. Hank groans in relief as Alex runs his hand through his hair. “Has this happened before?” Alex asks and even though the brunet couldn’t see him, he knows Alex is giving him a worried look and he lets his hand flop around until Alex caught it and presses a soft kiss against his knuckles.

“I had these migraines when I was young. Last time I had one of these I was a teenager, when I became an adult they stopped so I just thought they were growing pains.” He explains tiredly. The warm cloth gets replaced by a new cold one and Hank manages to snag onto the sleeve of Alex’s jacket. “Cuddle?” He asks and he hears him chuckle. He hears him stand and clothes hit the floor before he climbs under the covers with him. Alex takes a few moments to get settled before pulling Hank into his arms and presses a gentle kiss onto his hair. “Get some sleep bozo.” He whispers.

Hank sighs as he basks in the warmth that Alex gives off as the painkiller starts to effect him and he relaxes, knowing his boyfriend will take care of him and he lets sleep pull him under.

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