#xmen charles imagines

[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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[cathrrrine]

y/n, mentally: i wonder what would happen if i asked charles-

[distant shriek] [sounds of falling] [door banging] [startled cat yowl] [falling again] [creaking stairs] [heavy footsteps]

[y/n’s door swings open]

charles: *red-faced and panting* yes.

y/n: what

charles, hands on his knees: yes *wheeze* i’d say *wheeze* yes! *laughing*

y/n: you’d…sub in for my 8am class tomorrow?

charles: ye-! wait, no- you…wh? i- *dying breath* [slowly lowering himself down to lie on the floor] you- yeah *wheeze* sure

#incorrect xmen quotes #charles xavier #theyre idiots your honor #xmen imagine #charles xavier x reader #cat writes incorrect quotes

[meltingsandwhich]

Being Charles Child and Dating Logan would include

Im super into X-Men again so if y’all wanna send any requests related to the X-Men please feel free <3

Slowburn anyone?

You met Logan for the first time when your dad introduced you to him

Your dad obviously knew something was up

He didn’t even have to read your mind

Everybody knew, except you and Logan

Logan was a little cold towards you in the beginning, but that's just how he is

Your friendliness and kindness is what drew him closer to you

Despite having to teach mutants all day, you always made time for Logan (which he appreciated)

Many late night conversations

Walking around the mansion together

Baking/ Cooking together! Although Logan doesn't know what to do half the time so he just watches you

"Logan, it said 1 teaspoon, not 1 tablespoon"

"Oops"

Your father probably reading Logans mind

Just to make sure he's serious about you

But obviously Charles approves, if you're happy he's happy

He's not too happy to find you guys making out from time to time however

You and Logan training together

Going on missions together

Logan is impressed with how well you can fight

Logan always sticks up for you when you're arguing with your dad (or Cyclops for that matter)

Best friends with all of the X-Men and training the younger mutants with Logan

It makes your father happy to see you and Logan come back safely from a mission

Your dad and Logan would do anything for you <3

#x men #xmen imagine #wolverine x reader #charles xavier #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #xmen headcanon

[lauriegraham01]

forever & always | erik lehnsherr

pairings: erik x reader, (cherik x reader if you squint)

summary: it's been years since erik abandoned you on the sands on cuba. when fate - or rather a friend from the future, logan - steps in and forces your paths to cross, what feelings will ensue?

w/c: 2,272

a/n: follows the events shown in days of future past, inspiration drawn from "forever & always" by taylor swift. been working on this one for the past week, apologies for the delay, life can be cruel but the storm only lasts one night.

The brightness of the sun was blinding as its rays bleed through the curtains of your room, shining in your eyes prompting you to wake up with a groan. Reaching out for Charles youre disappointed as you feel nothing but the cold sheets where his side of the bed laid empty. A headache settles in within your head, throbbing unforgivably. As you look over to your nightstand you read your clock.

2:47 p.m. Another day wasted away in bed.

You had gotten little sleep the night before. Scenes of sand plaguing you in your dreams echoing the trauma from all that you've lost.

You're on a beach in a Cuba. You don't know yet that it's the end of the world- the end of your world. Black spots cloud your vision. You're losing too much blood. Footsteps staggered as your breathing comes out labored- trying to make sense of what happened.

Erik.

Charles and you had been caught in the crossfire of his war against humans and now you both were paying the price for it.

"Erik?!" Your voice rings clear in his head. He exhales a shaky breath, one that he can't seem to breathe out enough. Charles laid in his arms paralyzed and betrayed. His heart broken at the pain he's caused and remorse washes over him as he sees the man in his grasp slips further away into a world of unfathomable pain. Leaving Charles within Moira's grasp he then makes his way to you. Discarding his metal helmet in the process.

"Y/N." Erik cautiously places his hands at your side. Taking in how much blood seeped through your suit.

“Erik what’s happened to Charles? Is he alright?" With eyes widened, you wait for him to bring some clarity to the chaos that happening.

“Y/N stop. You’re losing too much blood," Erik said carefully. Looking down he sees your hand pressed to your side. Carefully lifting it, he lets out a sharp gasp as he sees the tear in your suit where the bullet pierced your skin.

A choked cough escapes your lip as a bit of blood rushes through the side of your mouth. You feel your knees buckle underneath you and Erik catches you in time, placing you in his arms as you both sink to the sand.

“Erik?” Your voice rings within his head, even telepathically your voice sounds strained, hurt. “Did you do this?”

"I’m sorry, my love,'" it comes out a whisper. Even without your powers you knew exactly where his mind was at. By the solemn expression on his face and the distant look in his eyes you knew that he was leaving.

"Erik, please," you plead.

"I can't stay here. Look at all that I've caused."

"Erik, don't do this. Stay."

"I cant." He says through gritted teeth, the pain sharp on his tongue like a blade.

"You can. You have a family here, you have people who care and love you- I love you Erik."

His face was taut, twisted in a sea of emotions as he thought of the path that he was walking down- and the love that he would lose in the process.

"This is a war that I have to fight alone. I have to go down a road that you can't follow me on."

"Erik, please." You place a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. Burning the feel of your touch for what he believes would be the last time.

"I'm sorry my love."

He takes your hand and places a kiss onto it before walking away, fading into view with your heart breaking with every step he takes.

"Charles?" You call to him like a ship lost at sea.

"I'm right here. I'm right here darling." His voice rings out softly in your head. By the labors of his breath you know that he's fighting through his pain. You shiver as you feel a coldness drape over you, slumping further into the sand as exhaustion wins its fight over you.

“I’m scared.”

"Stay with me. We'll make it through this together." Charles voice fades out as your vision fades to black.

It truly was a miracle that you even pulled through at all. Hank managing to save you within an inch of your life. An unpleasant feeling sits deep in your stomach as you try to shake off the scenes replaying in your head. Before the guilt of wasting the day away consumes you, you rise up out of bed and make way for the kitchen. The halls were quiet now, faded were the days where students once roamed freely. When the war in Vietnam began, students and teachers alike were being drafted and many never returned home. Wallowing in his grief, Charles closed the doors to the school.

So you and Hank stayed behind in the mansion. Hank tinkered away on his own plans and research and you remained by Charles side as you both tried to process and move through each others grief. When Hank created a serum that gave Charles the ability to use his legs again you had thought things would get better, but time would reveal how wrong you were. Things ultimately took a turn for the worst, as Charles became dependent on the serum and became an alcoholic, he had turned into a version of himself that you never thought possible. He was short-tempered and full of rage at any given moment. Hank got the worst of it, and at times you thought about leaving but you knew that you wouldn't- Charles knew that you couldn't.

Yet, it would be wrong to put the entire blame on Charles for the way things were. The truth was that you too had turned to your vices to quiet the voices within your own head. Falling in love with little thin white lines and drowning yourself in the bottom of bottles, you too had spiraled into your own world of self-destruction just as Charles had. Your relationship hadn't necessarily been the most stable it's been either. It seemed that you and Charles were constantly at each's others throat nowadays but it wasn't always bad days. Despite the screaming matches, both of us turning to our vices, there was still something tethering us together-whether it be love or a trauma bond was becoming unclear as time passed.

As you enter the kitchen, you note the bottles and needles still littering the kitchen table. Charles must've been up all night-again. Fancying a tea you turn the stove on as you fill a kettle with water. you feel the house rumble just a bit. Looking towards the ceiling you can make out heavy footsteps as though someone were being chased. Just then a yell can be heard following a hard crash. Following the source of the disturbance, you enter the foyer where Charles, Hank, or rather Beast, and a strange man come into view.

"Charles? What's going on here?" Making your way across to the staircase where Charles sat on.

"Nothing darling this gentlemen was just leaving," with a scotch in hand he waves to the strange man.

"Afraid I can't do that because I was sent here for you." Taking a closer look at him you note that he's rather tall. He carries himself confidently, head held high in his brown leather jacket.

"Well tell whoever it was that sent you that I'm...busy," Charles trails off.

"That's gonna be a little tricky because the person who sent me here...was you."

"What?" Charles and I let out simultaneously.

"About fifty years form now. Look I kno-I know, stay with me," he pleads with us.

"Excuse me?" Crossing your hands over your chest you look over to Charles and you both share a puzzling look before facing the stranger in front of you again.

"Fifty years from now like in the future fifty years from now ?" Charles quips.

"Yeah."

"I sent you from the future," Charles asks amused.

"Yes, Charles," he says with a roll of his eyes, growing aggravated by our refusal to believe him.

"Piss off," Charles spits bitterly.

"Charles..." you place a hand on his shoulder.

"If you had your powers you'd know I was telling the truth."

With that you use your powers to enter his mind, not expecting what was awaiting you. Hazed memories of the man you now know is Logan, consumed your senses as you traveled within his world of memories. Fear melted on your tongue as you saw the horrors of the reality that the future held, pain and genocides lurking within every corner and within the midst of it-hope. Hope that the future could be rewritten. Voices and faces so familiar yet so unknown, as though you've known them, a version of them.

Leaving his mind, you stumble as you adapt back to this reality, piecing together the meaning behind Logan's memories. Charles immediately stands up to catch you before you fall.

"y/n?" Charles calls, voice shaky as he holds you. Your breath comes out shaky as you cling to him for support. "Charles he's not CIA." Looking up at Logan he meets your gaze with understanding eyes, grateful that now someone believes him.

"y/n-" Hank calls out doubtfully.

"Hank, I know what I saw," you affirm sternly.

"Are you alright? What are you talking about?" Charles desperately searches your eyes for some kind of clarity.

"I'm fine, Charles. He's not CIA or FBI. I got in his head and I-", the words seem to die on your tongue. How do you explain what you saw without seeming mental? "I saw you...but older. From the future."

You swallow the lump within your throat. Charles furrows his eyes in confusion, not knowing what to make of your revelation.

"Erik too. I saw all of us, together preparing for what I fear may be our doom."

From then you managed to convince Charles and Hank that Logan was indeed telling the truth and that he needed our help in ensuring the survival of mutants. The four of you ventured on the plan that Charles, from the future, had set out. Which led you to where you were right now, on a plane seated next to Charles with Erik in front of you. Breaking him out of the Pentagon had been no easy task, but with the help of a new speedster friend, the lot of you succeeded with somewhat minimal damage in the process.

"y/n I-"

"Shut up," you cut Erik off.

He puffs out a defeated sigh as he looks up at you with those pleading eyes of his. You had imagined what it would be like to see Erik again. You spent the best of years waiting for him to come back, to fix what he had broken. You knew you should've given up when news got out of his attempted assassination of the president, but it was moot. A part of you still loved Erik, a part of you still saw the good in him.

"Look I want to apologize for what I did."

"For what exactly? Cause there's a long list of things left unsaid," Charles shoots back bitterly.

"Charles" you mutter and he backs down. You know how hard this is for him too, seeing Erik. Having him within arms reach yet him being worlds away from the man that you two knew and loved.

"He's right," Erik says sitting upright in his seat, "I did things and people got hurt in the process."

Your eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of him, heart heavy with the hatred of his own beliefs and the pain that its inflicted.

“I’m sorry Charles for what happened, I truly am. Not a day passed where I let myself forget it, I never meant to hurt you."

The anger practically radiates off Charles as his leg anxiously bounces even faster. He then climbs up from his seat before storming off passing you and Erik until he disappears from view.

"He'll come around," you mutter.

"I know," Erik sighs. "Charles has a flair for the dramatics."

Your lips betray you as they curl into a small smile. Locking eyes with him you feel the guard you had fought so hard you built to distance yourself from him, rumble threatening to drop into ash.

"I missed you everyday, y/n."

"Erik please-"

"I couldn't escape you even if i tried. You know that better than I do."

"I thought I knew you, now I'm not so sure," you whisper barely loud enough for Erik to register.

Slumping further into his seat, the guilt settles deeper in his bones. He knows he'll never forgive himself for what he did that day on the beach. Yet, sitting here in front of you he wants nothing more than to be able to be loved by you again.

"I couldn't save you.." he croaks. Eyes glossy as tears began to pool his eyes.

"That didn't mean you had to go. Erik, we could've fought through it, together."

“I was too blind to see that I hurt the ones I love. I carry the weight of my crimes every day."

"You don't have to carry it alone." Hesitantly you reach your hand across to grab his. He's still warm to the touch just as you remembered, rubbing smooth circles over his knuckles with your thumbs, you savor the feel of him, having been deprived of it for so long.

"There's still time to make things right."

"I'd like that." Bringing your interlocked hand to his lips he places a kiss on top of your knuckles.

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[thequeenofuselessinformation]

I'm not dead, just binging all the X-Men movies and doing paperwork I absolutely didn't need yet here we are

After that scene in Paris in Dark Phoenix we know it's exactly like this

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[mostlymarvelgirl]

Erik: Are you free tomorrow ?

Y/n Stark: I'm expensive...

Erik: .....

*Charles entering the room*

Charles: Erik I was wond-

Y/n Stark: I'm free for anyone whose net worth is more than mine.

Erik: You're saying that cause you only know Charles fits those standards.

Charles: *blushes*

Y/n Stark: I'm free for you professor.

Charles: *blushes harder*

Erik: *facepalms* *turns to charles* What is it with you and your professor kink?

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[tinfairies]

I have an x men request, (separate) headcanons for Charles, Eric and Logan with an fem s/o who is a virgin?

Charles

Is more excited than he let's on.

Charles likes to be people's first, there's something about making a virgin cum within minutes.

His mutation comes in handy. He knows everything they want, what they like and if they're in pain.

He's known his lover was a virgin since they first got together, and he's waited for them to be ready ever since.

Charles can't wait to make them cum again and again. It's a fetish at this point.

Erik

He never pushed his lovers limits. He always waited for them to initiate things, being completely unaware of the fact they were a virgin.

When they do finally take things further and Erik hears that confession, he suddenly becomes more soft and loving.

He wants to make their very first time memorable and special.

He won't lie, taking someones virginity is exciting to him.

Logan

Fuck, really? He feels bad that they're going to lose their virginity to him.

Yes, he's a bit excited to be someone's first time. He is still self critical and thinks his lover deserves better.

Logan tries his best to be romantic and soft. He tries to remember back to when he lost his virginity, just to get an idea of what he should do

He will try his best, but will tell them not to expect anything spectacular.

#Xmen #xmen headcanon #xmen imagine #xmen x reader #erik lehnsherr #erik lehnsherr x reader #charles xavier #charles xavier x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett x reader #Smut #Headcanons

[entitled-fangirl]

Of course, my love.

Young!Charles Xavier x reader

Summary: Charles wants to find out something the reader isn't ready to say. Let's just say they both react differently.

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Y/N leaned against the doorframe of Charles' office.

Her hair was awry and her clothes slightly askew. But she didn't care.

She couldn't sleep without him at her side. And she was determined to get him there.

Charles glanced up from his papers and smiled gently at her. His voice was like honey, "Sweetheart, everything alright?"

She nodded and rubbed her eyes gently, "Can't sleep without you, Charles."

He tilted his head in empathy and cooed at the tired woman, "Poor thing. I'll be there soon, my love. I promise you."

She let out a slight pout and sighed when Charles looked back down at his work, "You said that an hour ago. Please."

Please. That did something to him.

His eyes found hers again, and his empathy was gone. His stony face slowly tilted upwards to see her fully. "Please?" He questioned her words.

She blushed slightly and nodded, "Please."

He stood and dropped the pen in his hand on the desk, "Whatever my darling wishes, she receives."

She smiled groggily at him and let him lead her by the hand to the bedroom.

He moved her to sit on the bed as he quickly changed into sleeping clothes. His fingers danced with the buttons of his shirt before he looked at her with a smirk, "Do I dare change, or just leave it all off?"

Her face dropped at his words.

Oh shit. He said the wrong thing.

She shuffled awkwardly, "Um. I… I didn't think you wanted to…. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on, I just..."

He gave a gracious smile and quickly walked to her and sat at her side, "What's in the beautiful mind, my dear?"

She looked away from him in contemplation.

It was worrying him, "Y/N?"

She shook her head and let out a light sniffle. 

He ran a hand through her hair, "You have to tell me."

Y/N looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a voice that was barely heard, "I'm scared to."

"Perhaps," he tried to reason, "you won't have to tell me at all?" He gently brushed two fingers against his temple to insinuate what he wanted.

Let me know you inside and out, He said in her mind.

She nodded and closed her eyes, afraid to see his reaction.

He pressed the fingers against his temple lightly and began to enter her mind.

He didn't get to enter there often, but when he did, he was always in awe.

Just. Like. Now.

He pulled away as if his fingers had burned him. His eyebrows furrowed and his voice was a harsh whisper in surprise, "You… You're pregnant?"

She nodded and she shut her eyes tighter.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her now shaking frame as he let out a laugh. "You're pregnant, my love."

It seemed his words finally clicked in her head what she needed it to, because she wrapped her arms around him as well and cried into his shoulder. 

He was quick with his words as his hand gently ran through her hair, "Shhh. It's alright. It's alright, love. I promise you."

Her hands clung to his shirt tightly as she pulled away. It hurt his heart to see her tear stained face. "You're not mad at me?"

His eyes widened as he wiped the tears from her face, "Mad? Where did you get an idea like that? I'm overjoyed!"

She sniffled and searched his eyes carefully, as if waiting for him to reveal his anger. But it never came.

Finally, her voice came out soft, "Let me read your mind."

He immediately nodded and locked his eyes with hers again. It was an intimate act, letting someone read the mindreader's mind. But he would do anything for her.

His two fingers pressed gently onto her temple, giving her the ability to run through his mind.

Her eyes closed as she focused on his thoughts, but his were wide open. He studied her. How precious she was.

He could feel her in his mind. As if she was a guest in a house with no one home. She gently picked up the small things on the shelf to admire, then set them back down with such gentleness. Not in worries of getting caught doing so, just worries of messing up a perfect home.

She quickly opened her eyes with a surprised expression in her big eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, "Did you find something?" His fingers on his other hand traced her cheek lightly.

Her voice was soft agin, "You truly are happy?"

He nodded, "I am, love. I care for you more than I've ever cared for anything. And I will continue to love you and this child until the last breath leaves my lungs. I'll swear it to you if I must."

One last tear fell from her cheek, "I love you, Charles."

He smiled and placed a gently kiss to her lips, "I love you so, so much."

He kissed her again.

Both of his hands caressed her face gently but firm.

He pulled away and his lips brushed again hers, "More than anyone else on the entire damn planet."

She smiled into the next kiss and softly said, "Then just leave this all off." She tugged on his half-unbuttoned shirt.

He smiled back and kissed her again, "Of course, my love."

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[mykinkyyandere]

AO3

Warnings: Yandere, dark, smut, student-teacher thing, naive reader, creepy teacher Charles Xavier, reading minds without consent, stalking, jerking off, reader isn't underage

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You: *in your dorm, trying to do tomorrow's homework & about to fall asleep*

Charles: *reading your mind inside his bed and smiles in pleasure, panting* You're such a good little pupil, darling.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N-Pool slides up to Charles…

Y/N: so Chucky I’ve been meaning to ask. How come you don’t peer into my brain?

Charles: I’m never peering into that cursed place ever again!

Y/N: too many horny thoughts of my honey badger?

Charles: yes and your unending obsession with street tacos and unicorns is too much to bear!

Y/N: so…are you supposed to be McAvoy or Stewart? This multiverse is so confusing

Jamie Logan Howlett walks by and growls seductively…

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Charles Xavier going through your head when your ADHD is acting up.

You were having one really rough day today. Concentrating felt like an enormous accomplishment - for the couple of minutes that you were able to do it. Eventually, your notes dropped off into little doodles as your brain went right back to your current hyperfixation -

Greek Mythology.

There weren’t any classes about it here at Xavier’s School. But you had a couple of books that you bought in the city to peruse through when you had free time. Which of course turned into you reading them even when you didn’t have free time. It turned into your homework being half-finished with doodles of Medusa on the sides. It ended up in you turning in an essay that was supposed to be about genetics, but you made it about how the gorgons could easily have been mutants. Misunderstood.

You had your head on your hand, arm held up by your elbow, zoning out as you watched Professor Xavier talk.

‘If Demeter is the Goddess of Agriculture, does that mean that she’s responsible for pizza? She makes the grain for the dough, and the tomatos for the sauce...’ 'What if Apollo is really Elvis? And he made himself get fat and die to direct any suspicion.’ ‘Xavier kind of looks like he could be Zeus. Or - maybe Erik would be more likely. Maybe ... Professor Xavier would make a cute faun, little goat legs. Big ears. Now that would be-’

“Y/N?” Charles’s smooth voice came front and center, breaking through what you were saying. His blue eyes bore into yours. Instantly, you felt flush. Oh. He was probably reading you. Oh no.

“Yes, Professor?” You asked, trying to make yourself a little smaller in your chair.

“If you could focus on the lesson please, that would be ... goatly appreciated.”

Requested by: Anonymous

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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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[meltingsandwhich]

Dating Charles Xavier would include

I’m feeling really inspired to write for the X-Men so if you want to request anything feel free <3

(Mutant! Reader, powers not specified. Gif not mine, TW: brief mention of drugs)

Kinda cliche but it was kinda love at first sight

It’s kinda hard to hide your feelings from a telepath anyways

So you two hit it off

Not going dates per se

Most times it was just y’all cuddling by the fire and him reading to you

Or spending time outside at the mansion

Or cooking for him

Being friends with Raven and Hank

Kinda sorta friends with Erik

You’re still mad at Erik because of what happened on the beach

Charles would make you feel better about your mutation, especially if it was something with your physical appearance

He’d help you learn to control your powers

He’s a bit overprotective

He won’t admit it but he does get jealous quite a bit

Training together

He’d promise that he’d never read your mind

Power couple <3

Recruiting mutants together

Helping him through his rough patch

That was one of the hardest points in your relationship

It was hard seeing him like this

You and Hank were the only people who took care of him

Disagreeing with Hank drugging him but eventually you let him

You’d have to really take care of him (making sure he eats, etc)

You’d most likely have arguments, Hank sometimes having to intervene

No matter what, you promised to Charles that you wouldn’t leave him like the others

In the end, Charles was grateful that you stuck with him during that time

He’s so grateful for everything that you do for him, and for the X-Men

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[quickiesgirl]

Can you write reader is Charles daughter x Quicksilver?and she's very introverted?!? She has the same powers as Charles where she newly joined the other mutants and also she was the youngest one like 18-20y/o

Sorry, this took so long for me to finish. I've been overloaded with requests. Hopefully, you like it! <3

Study Buddies - Peter Maximoff

Paring: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Xavier Reader Warning: Friends To Lovers, Introverted!Reader, Shared First Kiss, Playful Teasing.

You were an introvert for as long as your father could remember. Charles always noticed how shy and silent you were towards others.

While kids were outside playing together, you were enjoying your own company. Only ever open and vulnerable to people you felt most comfortable around. 

Not long after the X-men were formed, you had turned 19, and your father finally allowed you to join. You were Xavier's daughter to your fellow members. A very reserved yet observant, strong, and powerful mutant. 

One member, a certain silver-haired speedster, craved your affection. He wanted to know more about you and yearned to share those deep and intimate moments with you.  

You had met Peter throughout the chaos of the apocalypse. Now, he was moved into the bedroom beside yours with another teammate, Scott Summers. 

On this particular day, you headed down the long, empty corridors of the school while all the kids were in class. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the halls, and the muffled voices became clearer from your father's study. 

The closer you got you recognized that fast-speaking, gruff sounded voice. It was Peter. You peeked into the open doors, locking eyes with his dark brown gaze that adored you so sweetly in passing. 

You eyed him for a quick second, taking in all the features you adored, like his dimples that formed when those soft, kissable lips curled into a smile and that cute little beauty mark on his nose. 

You glanced back down and began heading up the wooden staircase, squeezing the books encased in your arms tightly as a fluttering sensation filled your stomach and warmth filled your cheeks. 

“Oh, Y/n?” You stopped in your tracks and took a step back while you heard your father's voice call you. You turned around on your toes and walked over to his study, “Yeah, dad?” 

“Peter is having a bit of difficulty with his studies. Would you mind helping him?” Charles asked, glancing between the two of you. 

“Uh, yeah, of course, I’ll help.” 

-

You knocked on the bedroom door and felt a light breeze of wind across your body as the door opened in a blink of an eye. 

“Hey, thanks for coming,” Peter smiled as he nervously shoved his hands in the tight leather pockets of his pant, trying to cover up the fact that he was practically star-struck by how cute you looked in your oversized shirt and your favorite pair of black jeans that notably hugged your beautiful hips. 

You could feel his eyes wandering across your body, and it took everything to keep you from seeing what was in that pretty boy's mind. 

“Of course! I’m happy to help. Ready to study?” 

“Yeah, I believe so. Come on in,” Peter said, holding the door open. You walked into his surprisingly neat bedroom, cleaned up last minute, especially for this occasion, and sat on the end of his striped mattress, taking a moment to admire the small rock band posters across his side of the room. You two shared a great love for music.

“You have great taste.” You pointed towards the wall, watching the man speed across you on the mattress, laying the study material between you two. 

“So do you.” He added, noticing you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering what he knew, “oh, uh, I hear your music in the middle of the night. Hendrix, Bowie, Depeche Mode, Rolling Stones. They’re some of my favorites.” 

 “Mine too.” You say, sweetly smiling, your lashes fluttering up at him. He catches himself before he gets lost in your eyes and clears his throat. His pink tongue pushed out and licked his bottom lip with one quick swipe.

“So, Scott snuck off to Jean’s room. Luckily, we won’t have to hear him complaining about how loud and noisy we’re being.” #

Your eyebrows perked as the sudden realization hit him, embarrassment rushing over his face, not expecting to make a fool of himself this early on. 

“T-that isn’t what it s-sounds like.” He studdered, listening to you giggle softly behind your hand, finding it adorable. 

-

Peter sat across you, doing his very best to concentrate though he was struggling, something about your soft touches, smiles, and reassurance only made it better. 

This boy made you feel comfortable like you could be yourself around him. Then you realized, your father did this on purpose. 

Charles could see how much you truly adored this boy, and he knew this would be a great bonding experience. Putting the two of you together was giving you a little push that you wouldn’t normally get, helping you out of your shell to make a move, and so far, you were seeing sparks. 

“Fuck yes!” Peter grinned happily after getting all your questions correct, pulling you from your train of thought. 

The silver-haired man leaned back against the wall, arms crossing behind his head with his chest puffed out as he playfully boasted about his success, “I’m pretty much a pro at this point.” 

“Your very cute when your bragging.” You teasingly smiled, finding it even adorable when he attempted to hide that pretty, blushing face of his. 

“Well, you're a very cute teacher, Ms. Xavier.” 

Your cheeks grew warm to the touch, experiencing the same feelings as him. You glanced down, picking at a piece of paper before looking back into his dark, lustful eyes, speaking softly, “I-I really enjoy hanging out with you, Pete.”

“Really? You do?” He asked, expression changing to surprise, mouth slightly widened, brows raised as he brought his arms down and rested his elbows upon his knees. 

“Yeah. You're so sweet to me, and I feel so comfortable around you.” 

Peter's eyes traveled between your eyes and lips. One thing on his mind, and that was how badly he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. Butterflies filled your stomach while you leaned forward, moving your body towards his, hands straddling his knees, sending chills down his spine. 

Peter’s lips were inches away from yours before the door suddenly swung open, startling the both of you, and causing your body to jolt back from his. 

There was Scott, interrupting the moment, “Hey, dude, where’s my- oh... My bad, I didn’t think you had company… I’ll uh leave you guys to it.” 

The door shut quickly, and looking back, resting your hand comfortably upon his knee, “I better get going anyway so you can get some rest for tomorrow’s test.” 

“Y-yeah, you’re right.” He nodded understandably, mind racing with a billion thoughts, unable to get that picture out of his mind of your bodies moving together, lips being closer than ever. But, before he knew it, the night was ending, he helped you to the door and thanked you sweetly for everything. 

As you stepped out of the door, you felt your regret rush over you, there was still something you wanted to do, and you built your courage before turning around and gazing back at Peter. “Hey, maybe you could come over sometime when you hear my music. We can listen together.” 

“Yeah! I’d love that.” 

You took a step forward and latched your fingers onto the collar of his shirt, “Good…” 

 You stood on your toes and connected your lips with his, sharing a sweet, long-awaited kiss. The speedster's eyes broadened widely before all his thoughts suddenly washed away, melting into a blushing mess of euphoria. 

Peter was soft, gentle, and sweet like sugar. You couldn’t get enough of him. He was perfect. 

As you reluctantly pulled away, you smirked teasingly, whispering into his ear seductively, “Night, Maximoff,” before walking back to your room, hips swaying with pride, leaving the lover boy too stunned to speak. 

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[sardonic-the-writer]

—STAYING IN

—word count: 241

—Erik and Charles decided it would be a good night to spend some quality time with you

—authors note: tagging @purplehyacinthx

The hairs on (Y/n)'s neck stood up, the feeling of soft breaths tickling their skin.

They managed to sink down even further into the embrace of their loved one. Every few seconds a content sigh would slip from their lips, a giddy feeling completley absorbing then with a warm fuzz from head to toe.

"You two can be so extra some times." Erik had walked back into the room, three mugs full of hot chocolate and metal encasing floating behind him. Steam rose from the tips of the tumblers. The room was filled with the scent of chocolate and whipped cream.

"You're just jealous that she's in my arms right now and not yours darling." Charles chuckled, burrowing his face further into (Y/n)'a skin and pressing a soft kiss there. To which they grinned. "Although if you wish to change that we could."

Erik simply sat down on the velvet couch next to the couple with a roll of his eyes. The steaming mugs of coco was distributed amongst the group, (Y/n) choosing to press a longing kiss to the palm of Erik's hand as he did so. He hummed in satisfaction.

"Don't patronize me Charles."

(Y/n) shut him up with a soft nudge of their knee, seeing how his eyes flashed with a hint of mischief.

"I wonder how you two manage when I'm away." (Y/n) laughed under their breath.

"So do we darling." Charles chuckled, arms opening to accomidate for Eriks added presence. "So do we."

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[mostlymarvelgirl]

Imagine If Magneto's *Private Moment* With You Was Released Into The Internet (Fem! Reader)

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT IG?

Erik sighed. This wasn't supposed to happen at all. On one hand, he really didn't mind, knowing that at some point, this would happen due to his fame in mutant politics, but on the other hand he didn't want you to be shown to the entire world like this in a private scenario.

The things you would have to face in public, what you would have to go through. While being deep in thought about how to deal with the scenario, a door with you running inside crying angrily. The door was slammed closed.

"Did you know? Did you know that someone motherfucking asshole recorded us having sex and released it? It's apparently the hottest sextape released in the century.', you screamed at him as if you were accusing him.

He felt guilty. Of course, he would never show that, but he ended up with a comment catastrophic enough to ruin the rest of his personal life. Not that he meant what he said, but clearly not thinking through.

"Well, I warned you not to try anything new and kinky. You should've listened.", Erik said immediately, regretting what came out of his mouth.

"What?", your voice became small, not being able to believe what he said.

Before he could apologize and explain, and your anger clouded mind lost patience, the ring from your was thrown into the sink, and you turned your heels walked out the door.

****3 Months Later****

"As we recall the recent steamiest s*xtape of magneto and his wife released into internet which gained over 3.8 billion views has been deleted by the cyber crime from all platforms. The culprits had been caught but died in an accident. Was it planned by Magneto? Or was it just an accident? I'm Sarah Moon reporting in six o clock evening news and I'll see you tomorrow."

The TV was switched off.

Y/N sighed. She knew who killed them and knew Erik wouldn't be arrested. She should've known that Erik was not good expressing and should've seen the expression. She regretted throwing the ring he made for her. She regretted what she had done.

"Regretting some past actions, I suppose?", the sarcastic voice spoke up.

Of course, it would Charles Xavier showing up behind her. That annoying British accent.

"For the record, my accent once wooed your husband to my bedroom, so I would take it as a jealousy or compliment coming from you.", Charles replied while sticking his hair back.

"What do you want?", you ask him with annoyance. You didn't want to aggravate your guilt more than it already was.

Charles smiled. That bitch. You knew, well, everyone knew, if they were in trouble and needed to solve the problem quickly, Charles would do the *smile*, and it'll be like it never happened.

"You're not wiping the entire world's memory about this, that's damn near impossible and dangerous.", you replied to his reaction.

"Well, it is for the better. Think about it. Or well, I should say actually, discuss about it.", Charles wheeled back slowly and opened the door.

"What are you-", you were cut off with Erik standing outside the door soaking wet with...............blood.

Silence.

There was no sound. All, the both of you wanted to do was to reach to one another and cry, Apologize, and comfort, but, the ego and guilt in both of you prevented all the bottled emotions and feelings of 3 months.

"Well, I will be leaving and give the both of you sone privacy. I'll be waiting right outside. Let me know when you've decided.", Charles said while wheeling out and closed the door.

"Hi."

That was it to pull the trigger inside you.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN BY SAYING HI???!!! YOU COCK-SUCKING, TWAT-WAFFLED SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH-ASS- HATTED CUNT! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING AGAIN???!!! HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED CLEAN THIS MESS UP?!!!", you blasted at him.

"Listen i-", Erik was cut off.

"NO. YOU LISTEN, YOU LITTLE DICK! I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE TAPE. OKAY?!", you stated before he could ask.

You started to tear up and your voice broke and became small and vulnerable.

"I don't want you to kill around people. We could've done this together. I don't care what other say about me. Please j-just stop.", you started to cry.

Erik walked near you and hugged you tightly as you hugged him back.

He apologized to you and held you. You felt a something slip in your ring finger. You smiled and cried more realizing how horrible you must have looked.

"Y'know, you smell really bad like some old metal furniture. You need to get showered.", you pushed him away for fun.

"We could shower toge-", Erik got cut off.

"NO. Absolutely not.", you stated while laughing.

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