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Sudden thought, I wonder if Erik is actually not aware of Charles’ limitations. Erik meets Charles as the latter jumps into the ocean to save him. Charles is calm all through out. Seemingly not afraid to sacrifice OR knows he will not need to sacrifice anything to meet Erik down below.

Charles tells Erik he knows everything about him. To some extent maybe, but not really. Charles gets the gist of people around him. Goes in enough to know who’s a threat, who can be trusted, but he asks Erik’s permission in finding that sweet memory of Erik and his mom. Charles didn’t know about it beforehand.

Erik didn’t even think Charles would feel Shaw’s death, nor the people on the boats. He assumes Charles has the option to not feel it, presumably. Or doesn’t know how bad it could be.

Erik leaves Charles on the beach before Charles learns he can’t feel his legs, he doesn’t see Charles’ breakdown and Charles keeps himself together admirably beforehand. Reigning in what must be extreme amounts of pain.

When Erik sees Charles again, Erik presumes that Charles could and would use his powers on Erik, stop him whenever he wants, because they’re enemies now. When he realizes Charles can’t do that, it is still unfathomable to him. And on the plane it all suddenly makes sense. Charles valued his ability to walk more than his powers, Charles chose to remove his powers. Charles abandoned them all to pretend at being normal.

Not for a second does Erik believe Charles is anything but all put together, all knowing. Presumably naive, Erik knows better how cruel the world is. Has experienced real hardship while Charles, as much as Erik loves him, lived a pampered one. It makes sense to Erik that Charles would pick being human.

Not once does Erik think Charles may have been abused by a step father and a step brother. Suffered an alcoholic mother who possibly drank herself to death long before 1962. Charles simply doesn’t say anything and quite honestly prefers to move on from them, because they don’t matter. Raven and Erik matter tho. His little team of mutants mattered, and every single one he’s met at first year of school and through cerebro matter.

Charles is strong enough to help the mutants in need, guide them, and if he were just willing to see Erik’s point of view, fight the good fight against the humans. Because Charles doesn’t make mistakes, Charles doesn’t have failures, but he fails the rest of them.

Charles, unfortunately, isn’t seen as a fallible person to even Erik. More akin to a god, that Erik needs to protect his mind from, because otherwise, his god will exact judgment and punishment. Take his free will away from him because Erik has disobeyed him. To Erik, while Charles and him are equals, both god figures in their own right, with his helmet he levels out a playing field Charles doesn’t even see.

Of course, this is not unlike everyone else in Charles’ life, though where Erik sees a godly figure, everyone else sees Charles as a parent figure, placing him on a similar high pedestal. Seemingly everyone will tend to ignore Charles’ possible emotional instability or fallibility, the way a child might expect their parent to be all knowing. Charles’ wrongs become grander because surely he knows better. So why did Charles’ let this, whatever this is, happen?

#X-men #cherik #X-men first class #x men: days of future past #x men apocalypse #xmen dark phoenix #charles xavier #erik lensherr #basically everyone is up their own ass when it comes to Charles #like damn hoes - mutant and proud my ass #only convenient when it’s not a scary telepath huh?#also insane cause like Charles has only ever skimmed people’s thoughts #though granted - he has frozen people and easily incapacitates enemies #I’m not gonna think too hard about how Charles could have stopped like all the hellfire club except for Shaw #lmao it’s honestly hard to write things for all powerful characters #maybe he couldn’t control that many people tho?#and Shaw was for sure hard to keep frozen #so there’s lots of limitations we’re not privy to either #anyway - Charles got screwed with some stank ass family and friends #like these hoes are so self absorbed omg #can’t convince Charles isn’t a fuckin saint #(I DO NOT SEE YOU DARK PHOENIX YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST)

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nitewingbabi · 1 year

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Control | II

pairing ; Charles Xavier x Reader

summary ; After your disappearance and hearing nothing everyone decided it was time to go on a mission to find you. They didn't know where to exactly start but as you came to Charles started to receive hints on where you could be.

He was just hoping he wasn’t too late.

warnings ; swearing, assault, blood, starvation, torture, sexual references

read chapter I here

writers note ; here is the next part to one of my first pieces! 3.3K, I’m trying not to drag out too much. let me know what you think!!

Your laugh bellowed off the walls, your body flush against Charles��s as you both laid underneath the window with the sun beaming onto your skin. Finger intertwining with each other’s as hushed whispered and words were exchanged.

His eyes never left yours, once again he took in your features with admirations. Oh to be so innocent to the world.

“I want to try something.” You giggled, a smirk growing on Charles’s lips as you moved from beside him to on top of him. Your perfect naked body was everything to him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“What would you like to try love?” He asked pulling your face down to just a short gap away from his. His lips not quite meeting yours.

“Close your eyes.” You whispered and he did, allowing you to surprise him what you were intending to do.

A smile still perched on his lips, your hands came to rest on his chest, slowing working their way up. Until they had clasped around his neck firmly. It was uncomfortable but Charles remained calm. Letting out a half-heartedly chuckle as his hands came to meet yours.

With using little force he tried to pry your hands off his neck, feeling your grip on start to tighten and push harder against his neck until your hand slipped right against his throat. His eyes widened, meeting your dark ones as you continued to apply more and more force. He gasped and thrashed, less and less air being able to get through and his veins beginning to throb.

He clutched at your forearms in an attempt to try and push you off but it was no use.

Before anything else could happen Charles was started awake, dripping with sweat and his heart racing. The moonlight shone through his window onto him, and he looked around the room for you. Part of him knew you wouldn’t be there but he still hoped you were.

He could sense something, he wasn’t quite sure what it was though. Pressing two fingers against his temple he made another attempt to try and contact you. To find you. To find anything that could trace back to you. But there was still nothing.

Charles laid back down, but he didn’t sleep. He couldn’t.

Ten days. It had been ten days since they last heard anything from you. Charles would spend countless hours locked away in his study trying to find you. Cursing and throwing things around out of anger each time he failed.

Everyone was afraid to even go near his office to approach him.

“We need to do something, before he loses it.” Raven said sipping at her tea, Erik’s face covered in guilt.

“Y/n mentioned something to me the other night, and I think it’ll help us get an idea to where she may be.” He spoke up, all eyes on him now. Hank’s brows furrowed as he mentally questioned what Erik and you had spoken about.

“She—she told me how she wanted to be like us. A mutant. And with the recent disappearances, maybe she went to find a way to become one. It’s not unheard of, and if I’m being honest she sounded dedicated to doing what she needed to do. She said that if the opportunity came along, she’d take it in a heartbeat.”

It sounded like a lie, and everyone was skeptical about Erik’s personal account about it.

“He’s right.” No one had even heard Charles leave his study until he was standing in the door frame, covered in sweat. His clothes hugging his body, he hadn’t showered or shaved since the day you left.

“Y/n…y/n had the desire, but she wouldn’t do it herself. She wouldn’t just abandon us when she knew she had a mission. There’s something else at play here and we need to find out soon what it is. We’re running out of time.”

Your eyes could barely open, your body so numb you couldn’t move a muscle. It was daylight, or just becoming due to the colours of the sky. Which was all you could see.

Tree tops in your view and clouds passing by, birds singing to the morning sun and welcoming a new day.

Your vision was still blurry and you felt faint and dehydrated. Your head was throbbing and your throat was sore from lack of liquid.

You could hear muffled voice just past the ringing in your ears and you tried to make out to your best what they were saying. They began to become more clearer the more awake you were.

A blurry face coming into your view finally and you could just make out some of the features on their face. It was a man from what you could tell.

“She’s awake.” Was all he said before disappearing from your view once again. You began to wiggle as much as you could to get your limbs to start working again, wincing at the discomfort and cramps you were experiencing. How long was I out for?

You were finally able to lean up onto your elbows, wincing as your head was still throbbing and trying to take in your surroundings. As soon as you did, it hit you. This was it. This was the camp everyone had been talking about.

You saw a group of mixed men and females marching over to you, all dressed in some kind of black and leather suits. In an attempt to get away from them you used any strength you had finally gathered to drag your body across the ground and get away. It was no use though, and you knew it. A handful of your hair was grabbed, throwing your neck back ripping a scream from your throat and tears already welling in your eyes.

“P-please! Please! Don’t! Please let me go! Please!” You made an attempt to get them to just leave you alone, but they weren’t going to listen.

“What a pathetic human, she wouldn’t even make a good mutate.” The woman spat, scoffing at your ‘pathetic existence’.

“I don’t know, she seems pretty to me.” The man who held your head in place squatted down to your level, getting a closer and better look at you. He had tattoos across his face, you tried to look away but he continued to hold your head where it was. Pulling even tighter on your hair as a warning.

“She’s perfect. Get her to the tent.” This was it, you were about to die. You knew it. You could sense it. You did the one thing you knew would save you now, closing your eyes and trying to call to Charles. It was the only way, even if they did kill you at least Charles would find a way to put a stop to what they were doing and going to continue to do to more innocent people.

They dragged your body to the tent, laying you down on a table and stopping you in to it. Locking your head in some mechanism so you couldn’t move a muscle anymore. Your eyes continued to dart in fear around the room, noticing different machines and equipment around you. Tables set up and lab equipment like they were running tests.

“Now darling, this won’t hurt a bit if you don’t fight it.” The woman husked against your ear, making your skin crawl as a man in a lab coat walked over to you with a syringe full of something.

“Please just, kill me. Just kill me. I don’t care, kill me! Kill me! Kill me!”

Your words echoed in Charles’s head, his fingers still pressed against his own temple and his eyes popping open. He sucked in a breath that he didn’t realise he hadn’t been holding.

“Charles? What did you see?” Erik asked catching the attention of everyone else, Hank keeping his eyes on the road.

“Y/n…she’s alive still. She’s somewhere, I couldn’t work out much from her point of view but they’re doing something to her. They’re torturing her.” His worry began to phase into anger, he didn’t know how long they had been doing this to you. If he was paying enough attention, if you had tried to reach him before but couldn’t. He was determined to find you though, whatever it would take.

“Can you give us some kind of location? A landmark even?” Hank questioned from the drivers seat.

“I don’t know, I couldn’t see much on her end. But she has to be nearby for our connection to be that strong. Just keep driving.” Charles closed his eyes, hoping to tune in again. And he did, he had to watch your torture begin.

You screamed in pain as once again they used some kind of electric weapon against you. Your body jolting hard as each electric wave passed through you. Your mind felt frazzled and you cried out as hard. Tearing running down the sides of your face as it took everything in you not to just let yourself back down.

You began to thrash again in your restraints, hearing a faint

“Again.” From the man who seemed to be in charge. And again you felt it, you didn’t know how much longer you could fight it before your body would give in. The pain almost became numb to you and everything felt like it stopped for just a moment. You could only stare at the ceiling and faces above you as you fell silent.

This was it. Your breaking point. And Charles could only watch it happen as they positioned the syringe against your arms, one on each side, and pressing it into you.

“Y/n! Y/n! Can you hear me!? Y/n!!” You could hear him in your head, your eyes growing heavy once again and the poison entering your body flooding your veins and system.

“Don’t you worry y/n, you’re about to become the most powerful mutate to exist.” You didn’t know who the words came from but it didn’t matter anymore.

“Charles.” A whisper fell from your lips, tears continuing to fall on their own down the sides of your face. Your eyes finally fell shut and you didn’t fight anymore.

“Charles what—“

“Keep driving! Just—fuck!!” He slammed his fist against the wall of the truck, he failed you. If he had left earlier. If he had tried earlier, if he had just done something. He didn’t want to believe what they had injected you with was what it was, but even Charles couldn’t lie to himself.

“Y/n! Y/n! She’s waking up, Hank get the first aid kit! It’s okay, we’ve got you. I’ve got you now. It’s going to all be alright love. You’re safe with me.” His words sounded muffled but you could somehow hear them clearly, your eyes met Charles as he continued to elevate your head under his jacket. Your mouth tasted like blood and your body was limp once again.

Everything just felt like a horrible dream. A horrible nightmare that was over. Well you thought it was.

“Raven, get Erik to lift this table into the truck. We need to get her back so we can attend to her properly. It’s not safe for any of us out here.” Everyone was quick to help get you into the truck, your hand weakly reaching out for Charles and he took it. His grip was tight but that was the least of your worries.

As you began to wake up more you began to understand more of what was going on. Everything wasn’t so foggy anymore.

Charles, what happened?

You’re okay love, we’re going to get you back to safety and we’re going to figure this out.

No Charles, something is wrong.

Raven grabbed your other hand and immediately dropped it and audibly gasped when she watched your hand completely start to transform blue. Just like hers did when she would shift back to her original self. It crawled up your body until you had completely changed, Charles dropped your hand in shock, watching as you now looked like Raven.

“Hank how far off are we?” Charles asked, his voice laced with fear as he could see the mansion coming into view.

As soon as the truck came to a stop everyone moved quickly to get you inside, bringing you into Charles’s study and laying you down on the couch. You continued to fall in and out of consciousness while everyone stood around. Wondering what was happening, watching your form completely change every few seconds into every person you had ever met before.

“Charles, they’ve mutated her. And I guess they must of had something from Raven’s genes to be able to do this.” Hank pointed out, but Charles wasn’t convinced. Something else was at play here.

“Erik, grab her hand.” Erik furrowed his brows in confusion but did as he was asked, wrapping his fingers around you and watching you return to your normal self. All of the sudden the candlesticks on the bookshelf began to rattle, catching everyones attention.

“Charles, what is happening?” Raven asked, it had clicked in his mind. When he held your hand and you communicated with him in the truck. When Raven touched you, her ability became yours.

“Her ability, it’s not just like yours Raven. It’s all of ours. If we touch her, she gains the ability. She can’t control it. It’s hers and she’ll be able to retain that ability. It’s a very extraordinary case that we’ve only ever encountered once before. I—how did they—“ Charles was cut off when you shot up from the couch. Taking in deep breaths as your eyes scanned the room, the candlesticks flew across the room, crashing into a vase.

“Y/n, you’re okay. You’re safe now. Can you remember anything?” Charles calmed you down to the best of his ability, it was hard for you believe if you were really here or not. Was it another dream?

Prove it.

I’m here love, I’m with you. Can you feel this? Can you feel my hand?

Yes, what’s happening to me Charles? I don’t feel right—

I’m not sure as of yet, we need to run some tests before we can draw any conclusions. All that matters now is you’re safe with me.

“Welcome home y/n.” Hank flashed you his signature warm smile, pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose where they sat comfortably.

“I need everyone to clear the room for now, I need to talk with y/n privately.” Charles glanced over his shoulder at everyone, his hand still holding yours.

“Charles she just got back, can we not have some time to just—“ Erik’s efforts were cut short with a sharp snap from Charles.

“Now!” Everyone although boiling with anger at the rugged man, made their way out. As soon as everyone cleared you practically threw yourself into his arms. Charles buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent.

Charles I need to know what happened? I can barely remember anything, I don’t feel right. Talk to me please. And how am I doing this so easily without you actually reading my mind? Like I’m—

Projecting it yourself? Y/n, you are doing it yourself. The serum they injected you with, it—it changed you.

What do you mean changed me? Like, I’m like you now?

Not exactly, it’s something I’ve only ever come across before once in another mutant. But not a mutate. Which is going to be hard to figure out how they were able to make this happen.

Make what happen? Charles make sense!

I will, in time. For now, I need you to rest.

“I can’t rest! I’ve been sleeping for weeks now and I’ve had enough of it! I want to be here, and I’m not going back to sleep!” Every single lightbulb in the room smashed instantly at the piercing of your words. It made yourself jump completely, your mind wondering if you did that.

“I know, I know you have love. But I need to be sure about this before I can give you any answers. It’s too dangerous right now, and the people who did this to you, they’re going to come back for you. And I need you to be in the right head space before they do.” Normally you could trust Charles, but you were finding it hard to trust him now. He wasn’t telling you the whole truth, was this what he was discussing with Raven the other night?

“Why aren’t you letting me in?” Charles watched you catch your lip between your teeth, you didn’t realise you had some kind of blocker up.

“I-I,” you tried to find the words but you couldn’t. Charles rose to his feet, walking over to his desk to pour a drink once again. But before he could let the rim of the glass touch his lips it shattered between his finger tips.

“Would you stop drinking! I could smell the alcohol on your breath from the moment I woke up. Enough Charles! If you don’t start giving me some answers, I’ll find someone who will.” You didn’t know where all this sudden anger had come from, you always respected the man in front of you. You would never speak to him like this, at least not before. But it was like you couldn’t help it, there was a ball of raging anger within you and he was the nearest target.

“Y/n, you need to listen to me.” Charles walked towards you, watching as you suddenly stood on your once before weak legs which proved to be fine now.

“Listen to you baby? Is that what you want? For me to let you boss me around, I can let you be the boss baby.” You began running your hand up his thigh towards his member, of course his hand wrapping around your wrist before you could actually touch anything. His jaw clenched with frustration.

“Not like this y/n. You know that you’re not this person. Something is happening to you.”

“You’re right Charles.” With those words you pushed him down onto the leather couch, climbing on top of his lap and pinning his hands by his sides.

“Y/n—“ he began to protest.

“What’s the matter Professor? Lost control of the situation?” You licked a long strip up his neck, and much to his denial part of him liked it.

You held his arms in place with your ability, hands ripping his button up wide open. Buttons hitting the hardwood floors as you felt over every bit of his body. Finally landing on his throat, and then you pressed hard. Watching his face go into shock as he tried to clutch at your hands. It was just like he saw in his dream.

A smug grin on your face as you continued to press harder against him.

“You think you can control everyone, but you won’t control me!” You spat, his face beginning to go a deeper crimson and his mouth opening to protest and gain air.

“Goodbye professor.” Spit went flying out of Charles’s mouth when he tried to say something, watching as Raven came up behind you and hit you pretty hard over the head. Your grip immediately removed from his neck and Charles taking in harsh breaths to regulate the blood and oxygen to his brain.

“Don’t…ask. Just get her downstairs in her room, I want a camera set up and I want her to be sedated for the next 24 hours until we can work out what is going on.” Raven chose to shut up and just do what he asked, not wasting any time to call Hank in to give her hand with carrying you to your room.

Charles stood in his study, still trying to catch his breath.

What did they do to you?

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