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Charles Xavier - love language headcanons

💕 fluff

words of affirmation

(sweet) talking is one of the things he is very good at

his telepathy sure comes in handy

since he was a child he unconsciously used his powers to navigate social situations and to figure out what to say next

that man just has a way with words. certainly the right one for partner with a praise kink ;)

also just in general very touchy with people he's close with

casual soft touches, cuddling up, hugs

it's just part of his personality, of him

when walking together he will put his arm around your shoulder or waist and hold you close

nuzzling his head into your neck or hair and pressing a soft kiss to your temple

when you're feeling down he will tell you with the most calm and soft voice how incredible and beautiful you are. in which ways you make the world a better place and how much your kindness affects the people around you

he loves running his hand trough your hair, your head laying on his chest while he's reading

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Ok so this is my first ever request I just loved your recent Charles Xavier fic !! So obvs Charles x reader

Charles is thrown from his wheelchair during a mission and breaks his arm. The reader has to learn how to take care of him. Charles breaks down while reader is helping him use the bathroom. After she helps him undress and get ready for bed. Once they are settled in Charles reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a ring and proposes.

(sorry if it's too specific? Not sure if I did this right 😅)

My Caretaker Ring

Charles was used to asking me for help with his wheelchair. I had met him during the lecture he gave before the event of Cuba and since we were both telepathic we could agree easily. Rolling him into the bathroom of his room he sighed sending me a look. "I am truly sorry I ask for your assistance with this dear. Unfortunately Hank is busy in the lab." Running my fingers through his hair I smiled wrapping my arms around his waist lifting him up the best I could sitting him down on the toilet. He did his business while I waited outside the door until he was finished and needed my help back into the wheelchair. "Don't worry, Charles. I don't mind this one bit. And do you know why because I care about you no matter what I have to help you with." He wrapped his arms around my shoulders grunting where we stumbled over to the wheelchair and he dropped down onto it. He sucked in a sharp breath meeting my gaze. His soft blues were tired from what I could tell.

“Alright let’s get you ready for bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.” I responded knowing that the younger students had been a mess of problems today. Charles had this sense of believing that everyone could learn to control their abilities if they tried hard enough. He raised his arms removing his shirt and changing into one of his night shirts just fine. Bending down on my knees he helped me push his pants down where I slipped his shorts up until he held himself up by the handles so he could get them up over his waist. “Thank you, my dear. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Moving behind his wheelchair I pushed him into the bedroom and up to the side of the bed where he would always insisted that he could get onto the bed on his own.

Climbing onto my side of the bed I had started sleeping in the same room as him in case he needed help in the middle of the night. Shutting my eyes I was about asleep until I felt him shifting on his side of the bed where I rolled over onto my side meeting his gaze. "Charles, are you alright - why do you have a ring?" I gasped seeing that he was holding a silver ring in his hands staring deeply at me. He shifted closer to me clearing his throat where I could see he was nervous because his face turned a light red. "Y/n, I have been waiting to find the right words before I made the move to propose but there are too many words to describe how I love you. You have been with me through everything and never once made me feel like less. You give me inspiration and love to get through anything so will you marry me?" Flinging my arms around his neck I kissed him deeply where he smiled when I broke the kiss letting him slide the ring on. "You could have asked me the night we met and I would have said yes so sooner." He kissed me slowly before we laid in the bed grinning.

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Dark Phoenix

Logan Howlett x Fem!Phoenix force!OFC

Chapter One: Strange Visions

Chapter Summary: Layla Xavier, Xavier's daughter, was Born with The Phoenix Force Powers and Telekinetic Abilities along with some of Telepathy, But comes in contact with a Dark energy force after seeing Visions.

Synopsis: Layla Xavier becomes the Dark Phoenix after coming in contact with a strange Dark energy force, Dialing her abilities up to a Hundred, Logan Notices something is up when she runs from the Mansion.

Warnings: Nightmares, Visions, Telekinetic abilities, Dark Phoenix, Phoenix force, Military and Police, Telepathy.

Characters: Jean grey, Logan Howlett, Scott summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank MCcoy, Mystique, Storm.

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It Started Out with Small Visions that came from Her Telepathy Abilities, Xavier was still Trying to figure them out, they first came in blurry Pictures and Images of a single dark energy force, but Neither Layla nor Xavier could figure them out.

Later on Layla started Hearing weird Voices in her head, not like normal other Mutant Voices she Usually heard along with her Telepathic abilities, but different dark voices, Like the Phoenix Personality Inside of her. Xavier started to get worried about this considering how strong The Phoenix is, But Layla Promised him that she was okay, and that she could control it.

Then a couple of weeks later her Personality and Behavior started changing, she was becoming rude to the other Mutants in the Mansion, she was even rude to one her best friends, Jean, Logan Noticed it the most though, she would get angry and cause her Telekinesis to go a bit out a control knocking things around off Tables or causing metal tables to crush or compact.

It only got worse, It was like the Phoenix itself was trying to come out, the personality side anyways, which worried All of the X-Men, Jean especially since she knew what that was Like. Jean even Tried to talk to her about it.

“Layla, I can help you..” Jean had Stopped her on her way back to her room, “I can Help you control it..”

“I don’t need your help..” Layla snapped back, Stomping away, Jean wouldn’t stop, she wanted to help Layla. “Layla, Please.. All of us our worried, you can’t let it control you.. Please let us help you fix it.”

In one moment the Phoenix Took over as she Turned around in a Fury, Souless black eyes started into Jean’s Brown ones. It was Dark then Just the Phoenix, it was dark, a Dark Phoenix, Corrupted. “I don’t want to fix it.” She hissed. “This Overwhelming power is Mine.. all mine.. I don’t want to fix it..” her Voice was Demonic.

In one flick of her wrist, Jean was Pushed back, as Layla stormed off to her room, leaving Jean in shock of what she Just saw. Xavier and the rest of the X-Men were warned about this.

Days Passed and things Seemed to get worse, Layla wasn’t sleeping, she would wonder around the X-mansion alone all night, and then Sleep all day.

One Rainy day everything hit the Ceiling, right before everyone else went to bed, in one Powerful burst Layla Broke out her window and Ran away from the Mansion, The Dark Phoenix Tainting her Decisions and her Mind.

Storm was the first to walk into her room, Gasping at the Sight, “She’s Gone..” She whispered. Xavier Sighed and Lead them all to Cerebo to Try and Locate Layla Using his Telepathic abilities.

They went Through Different places Until Xavier Located her Running in a Panic to An Old Cabin where she was Hiding Out, “What the hell is she doing there?” Logan asked, Concerned, Xavier Shrugged, “She’s owned that Cabin for years, For how we have to find her before she Destroys something with the Dark Phoenix.”

Once they arrived at the cabin, It was like she almost immediately noticed them, not in the Dark Phoenix’s Control but Within her Own. Layla Briskly walked out, “I told you to stay away Dad..” She Said. Her Eyes Showed how Unstable she felt at the moment any time Xavier tried to intervene with his words, The Phoenix got angry and Tended to harm People even if they were her friends.

“Layla Please.. we only want to help.” Jean Tried to Console her, Layla shook her head, Erik Came from behind her Cabin some how, “She Dosen’t want your help Charles.” he Intervened. Logan Rolled His eyes, “for Fuck’s Sake.” He Cursed.

“Can’t you see she doesn’t want to fix it, she wants to Let it go.” Erik Said, Layla Rolled her Eyes at them both, Bickering like an Old Married couple. Jean sighed, “No she needs to learn to control it, before she kills someone.” Layla caught storm’s eyes, Flowing with Sympathy for her, often Misplacing it as Pity.

“Oh please I don’t want your Pity.” Layla sad, Souless Black eyes Returning, “I don’t want to Fix it, or Control it.. I want to let it go, to let my power flow, Even if it kills someone.” her Voice was Demonic, Logan Couldn’t even See it was Layla.

“Layla, you can’t truly want that, your not a Killer.” Logan said, A Hiss Resounded from Layla. “Right now you are not speaking to Her, your are talking to the Life Incarnate, Phoenix.” Layla’s eyes returned to Normal hearing cop car sirens, Causing her to clench her fists Against her head.

“No, Stop. Stop it. No. Leave me alone!” Layla screamed, turning and with a Flick of her hand The Cop Cars were stopped flipping over, the sheer power telekinesis had on objcets. She had no control over this sheer Power, Objects Flying, the X-Men were careful, Dodging the Flying Objects.

“Layla!” Logan Called out, Using his Claws to Cut the flying Objects of wood, slicing them Effortlessly. Layla was Levitating now, the amber glow in her eyes stronger, a corrupted Version of the Phoenix force, something you did not want to let loose, Logan Tried to reach her, he wanted to at least try to calm her down. Layla floated back using her Telekinesis to Knock Logan and the other away from her.

It was Xavier's turn to reach her, "Layla, Layla Listen to me, I can help you, but you have to Listen to me, Please." Xavier Pleaded with her, Layla shook her head, "No, No I don't, Please Stay back I don't want to hurt any of you." Layla's soft voice Pleaded, Jean Stepped up, "It's okay, I understand." her soft voice Pleaded with her.

"Please, Let us help you."

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heyhey id love a charles xavier x reader with prompts “is that your seventh cup of coffee?” and “when is the last time you slept?” in which charles overworks himself again? soo if u have time and obviously want to write it id be v happy! :) tysm!

HELLO LOVELY here you go <3333 (Yeo anon don’t forget to drink water)

Just an hour

Charles Xavier x fem!reader

Prompt list request

Word count: 1.2k+

Warnings: None just fluff

An: this was supposed to be a short Drabble 💀

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The corridors of x-mansion had fallen silent for quite some time, pin drop silence given everyone had gone to bed but Charles was still up burning the midnight oil as if time wasn’t going by at the slightest. Y/n tried to sneak up on him but he heard her, even her gentle footsteps on the hardwood floor.

She wrapped her arms around his torso as he softened under her warmth “Hello darling” Charles hummed kissing the knuckles of her palms that hugged him.

“Don’t ‘hello darling’ me why are you still up?” She questioned standing beside him.

Charles let out a sigh knowing she wouldn’t let it go. “Just some work, I’ll be with you soon enough.” Though disappointed with sudden lack of closeness he again pulled her closer to him by wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

It always so happened that Charles would be clingy when exhausted, he was a touchy expressive lover nonetheless but even more when he’s tried “It’s 3 am already you can finish this tomorrow.”

“I’m aware but I have to finish this thesis for today fingers crossed they actually consider it for once.” He scoffed as y/n felt bad about it, a lot of times it would happen that whenever he would spend days writing a thesis putting so much effort later the research team would disregard it because ‘mutation’ was a controversial subject. It was sad to watch him come back so dejected afterwards.

“I will help you with this tomorrow just come to bed right now it’s so late as it is and—“ Charles just nodded mindlessly sipping from his cup, caffeine of course. Y/n didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that, the whole room smelled of coffee. There were empty cups lying all around and he hadn’t slept a minute since the day before obviously that’s what’s kept him going. “Uh-is that your seventh cup of coffee?”

Charles was still just slightly nodding he expected her to go on with how he should go to bed but as stubborn as he was he liked to continue to finish his thesis. Y/n waited for him to respond as he came back to his sense, “Huh-“ he recollected what she asked him “Oh the coffee yes-um probably?” He looked around the room with all the empty that were more than seven.

Y/n took the current coffee cup he had in his hands away from him and placed it far on the table “You need to take a break this is not-“

“Love it’s quite alright it’s just one day I can finish this for now.” He argued but y/n wasn’t having any of it.

“This isn’t healthy at all you’re clearly overworking yourself!” Gently she took his hands in hers “Why don’t you take a break a small break-I’m not asking you to sleep and finish this in the morning just a break? Go to sleep for an hour at least?”

“I know you’re trying to trick me into sleeping and I appreciate you doing that but I can’t show up with incomplete thesis—“

“I’m not tricking you! I’ll set a timer and wake you up in an hour myself I promise!” She exclaimed as he sighed turning back to the scattered papers on the desk. “Just an hour! Please! It isn’t even much time and you would work better with a rested mine and—“

“Alright fine!” He interrupted her midway knowing y/n wouldn’t stop until he finally gave in. “But do wake me up” he reminded her as she nodded happily.

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The next morning Charles woke up by the sun rays beaming through the blinds with y/n close to him it felt like the most perfect place to be if only just for a moment. Soon he realised he woke up by the sun rays. The sun was already up, y/n didn’t wake him up from his sleep like she promised she would. He got tricked into this even after confirmed with her that she set the alarms. As much as he wanted to wake up y/n and tell her how cross he was with her right now she looked heavenly while asleep. He hated to ruin that peace and comfort on her face so he decided to postpone that for when she actually wakes up.

Getting out of bed he arranges the blanket over y/n again and goes back to his office. He was surprised how is desk wasn’t the same way he left it the other night, the table was arranged neatly, the coffee cups were gone moreover it didn’t look like there had happened a war in there. Y/n probably did that whilst they were talking he must’ve been too tried to notice it the other night.

On the centre of his desk he finds a well printed copy with the title of the thesis he had to present. Strange.

Charles opened it to find most of the first pages to be the ones he had written but he distinctly remembered he hadn’t yet completed it. The copy in his hands was a finished one. He skimmed through his parts and read the completed ones to him it seemed so well postured, even with a proper conclusion in the same pretext.

Joyed with the fact that he wouldn’t have to work on it for hours anymore it hit him. Y/n. Who else would’ve completed it for him? That’s why being a light sleeper y/n didn’t realise him slipping out of the bed this morning. Though hypocritical on her part, she forced him to retire to bed and probably stayed up the entire night to finish his work he thought.

Charles rushed back to their shared room and climbed back in the bed, showering her with kisses. “Good morning my love” He greeted as she fluttered her eyes.

Still tried she didn’t yet open her eyes completely and just nodded.

“Turns out my thesis is all completed.” He told her as she smiled a bit still half asleep. “That’s amazing!” Y/n said calmly suppressing a yawn.

“Do you by any chance know how that happened? Because from what I remember I hadn’t finished it.” Charles asked rhetorically snuggling her closer to him.

“Hmm? That’s weird maybe you woke up in your sleep?” Y/n joked burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“I know you’re the one who stayed up to finish it.” Charles told her as she sighed flashing a small smile. “You shouldn’t have y/n now you’re going to be all tried-“

Y/n leaned in interrupting his lecture with a short kiss just then he pulled her closer again brushing his lips against hers, “You can still make your changes though consider mine as a rough draft”

“You have no idea how perfect it is I truly appreciate it-though its unwise you stayed up the entire night finishing it for me!”

“That’s rich coming from you” she raised a brow as Charles chuckled slightly. “Also shut the blinds I’m going back to sleep.”

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27 - Suprise You're A Sister

Part 28

She's Human or Weapon

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3 months later

The bedroom door opened but I keep my head buried underneath the covers of the bed. Charles and I have been busy running the school again and a few months we got our wish. No not that Hope isn't dating anybody. We're pregnant again, except Hope and the students don't know yet. I heard the sound of the wheelchair enter the room where Charles carried a tray of breakfast in his lap. He locked his chair in place when I shifted to sit up taking the tray from him. He pushed himself up from the chair dropping down on the side of the bed sighing. "Has the sickness gotten any better darling?" He asked as I tried to eat something but pain shoots through my stomach so I dropped the fork groaning. Throwing my head against the pillows I yank them over my head moaning. When I was pregnant with Hope I don't remember the sickness and pain being this bad. Plus there are times when my magic goes crazy where I want to destroy everything in sight. "I hate feeling like this...it's ridiculous!" I grumbled until Charles shook his head cracking a smirk.

"I don't seem to remember you complaining that night. I believe you're exact words were I can't believe we only did this once." Grabbing his pillow I smacked him upside the head with it feeling my face being bright red. He falls backwards onto the bed just laughing that beautiful sound I love. I couldn't help but smile hitting him with the pillow a couple more times until he grabbed it. He rolled over so he was laying beside me in the bed smiling. The only thing that could have made things better is if he had his hair still. Apocalypse's battle managed to make that permanent. He reaches over playing with my loose blonde hair staring into my eyes. We stayed like this for a few hours before I forced myself out of the bed. Charles could feel my mind racing so we strolled out to our woods again near where his grandfather's favorite tree used to be. "Are we sure this is a good idea for the baby, Charles?" I questioned when he stopped moving his joystick controller watching me.

He takes my hand in his freehand squeezing it gently. "Hank did the testing. You'll be fine." Slumping my shoulders I removed my hand from his turning on my heels facing the opened landscape. Closing my eyes I released a breath clutching my hands into fists then opening them again. The golden energy blasted forward smashing the tress into bits that I raised one hand in the air. Throwing them around with Charles watching behind me seeing Hope and Peter appeared beside him. Turning around on my heels I sighed in relief walking over to my husband. "Sweetheart, what are you and Peter doing exactly?" I questioned crossing my arms over my chest the wind blowing my hair around. She replied with a smile tilting her head to the side. "Just thought I should use Astral projection to ask this question. Can Peter take me out to the mall for a few hours?" Charles glanced up at me tapping his temple but I shook my head no making him roll his eyes.

"Yeah that's fine. Have fun." I answer her leaning against his wheelchair where he intertwined my hand with his. Peter smiled at us when I bite my lip not wanting to tell Hope that she technically can't date him since he is Erik's kid. One night I had accidentally slipped into his mind when he was sleeping and I learned the truth. They aren't related but it's close enough. "Mom, why can I hear a voice inside you?" Our daughter asks walking forward even though she wasn't physically in front of us. Charles chuckled throwing his head back in laugher. "Like mother, like daughter. Reading the little ones mind." I blushed running a hand through my hair smiling at his statement. Shortly after Hope ran forward now physically being here wrapping her arms around me in a hug. Wrapping my arms around her I smiled into her hair until she broke the hug. "Suprise sweetheart. You're gonna be a big sister." I revealed grinning like I did on my wedding day pulling her in for another hug.

Charles and I returned to the house where I rushed to the bathroom needing to throw up. He came inside holding my hair out of my face until I was done. Running my hands through my hair I needed a walk through the school seeing Raven sitting at the kitchen table smiling instantly at me. Pulling out a chair I sit down with her resting my chin in the palms of my hands. "What are you smiling for girlfriend?" I asked since we haven't had time to just hang out as friends. We've been having to save the future and everything. When I met her it sounded so easy to have a friend for once. "It's obvious Rora. You're glowing so it's clear. My brother got you pregnant again." She grinned with a smirk on her face seeing me blushing at her words. Bending my head down on the table she laughed over I nodded my head yes that she was right. "I want it be another girl. So this time I can spoil her with fun Aunt Raven time. Oh can she be named Raven please?" She gave me puppy dog eyes where I shake my head at her silliness. "Maybe but it might not even be a girl you know...uh I'm getting tired I'm going to bed." I waved bye to her going outside to look at the stars before I would go to sleep.

Closing my eyes for a second I could hear someone walking towards me. I knew it wasn't any of the kids because they were all asleep and Charles was in his office doing some late night paperwork. Spinning around on my feet something gets shot into my neck from up in the air. Grabbing my neck I stumbled onto my knees. My vision blures together before I collapse onto the grass. "I've got Deerfield down. We'll have in a few minutes. Then we will learn her power." The last thought I heard from someone named Stricker. The humming of a helicopter got closer before I blacked out.

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So I decided to not write Aurora in Dark Phoenix and make my own storyline instead

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Charles finally confronting Rogue and Y/N about the reports and complaints of their constant horizontal refreshments from people in the mansion who have witnessed them

Xavier: Y/N, Anna, there has been some noise complaints about the two of you and-

Rogue: don’t play monk on us, Professor

Xavier: come again?

Y/N: we know you have a way with the ladies, Chuck. Sneaking girls in after hours.

Xavier: umm…well…

Rogue: don’t snitch on us, we won’t on you.

Xavier: deal

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—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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Can I have prompt 3 and 10 for Charles xavier please

.⋆｡Lost And Found｡⋆.

Charles Xavier x plus size reader

When the world learned of the existence of mutants after the incident in Cuba, you thought you had lost your family forever but you’ve been wrong before

Warnings: angst, anti-mutant sentiment, long lost lovers, little bit of fluff

WC: 650

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Being alone was both your greatest fear and your greatest strength. Alone you were safe, you could protect yourself from humanity and their hatred for your kind. But you yearned to be touched, kissed, hell even if you heard someone else’s voice, that would be enough. 

But it was too risky to travel back into civilization when your mutation was so apparent- the live snakes in your hair were not so easy to hide. So you took to wandering the earth alone with only your thoughts to keep you company.

You thought about your family a lot. Sean and Alex were your little brothers, Raven you best friend and confidant, Erik was your vastly over protective older brother, Hank your insomnia buddy. And Charles, how could you ever forget Charles.

He was your everything. Your lover, your teacher, your dearest friend, your soulmate. And you had lost him, on that beach in Cuba so long ago. The moment Erik stopped those missiles, you knew, you knew that you were one of millions of mutants who had to go into hiding.

You couldn’t risk Charles’s safety by being with him, so you ran and you ran and you ran. You ran for years until you could barely remember why you were even running at all. Occasionally, you would meet another mutant and they would tell you of what was happening in the world. It seemed to get bleaker each day. There was no hope left for mutants like you, all that was left was counting down the days until some human would inevitably find you and put you away.

The woods here were dense, shadows loomed over you like a protective barrier and for once, you felt a sliver of safety. Something in your chest eased here almost like returning home. Drops of rain slipped through the canopy, landing on your covered head.

Thunder rolled overhead, distracting you from your thoughts for a moment. And that’s all it took. The prodding in your mind was familiar just as much as it was jarring. Panic ripped through you as you furiously attempted to slam the door on your mind but it was far too late, he knew.

The rain froze and the world went silent and suddenly he was there. He looked older, more tired but he was still your Charles.

“Charles-“ Your voice was weak with disuse. He flinched at the sound.

“I never thought I would see you again.” You fought it, you really did, but like he always did, he pulled you in. Your feet carried you to the telepath, your heart pounding louder and louder in your ears with each step.

He was frozen in place, like the rain, but tears flowed freely down his cheeks, his stunning blue eyes rimmed with a devastating red. “I thought you died!” His sadness shifted to rage quickly.

“I had to leave, I had to protect you.” He was close enough to touch now, but you didn’t dare to each out.

“We would have been safe together. We were protected together.” You shook your head, it would do no good to keep arguing with him. “You broke my heart.”

You smiled at him but it did not reach your eyes. “I loved- love you too much to let you suffer when you could so easily live.” His concentration wavered, the rain resuming once more.

“I cannot live without you.” And then all the walls, all the pain, came crumbling down in his lips as he took you by the wide curve of your hips and kissed you like he never would again. Water soaked into your clothes but the chill didn’t stop you.

Charles pulled away to take your face in his palms, pushing back your hood as he did so. “Beautiful.” He murmured. “It’s time to come home now.” And you could only nod, glad to not be alone anymore.

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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

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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.” 

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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. 

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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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Cute image!

It's a lazy day, Erik walking into their little family room, where Charles and Peter are both have manbuns; Peter is sleeping against Charles upper arm/chest, an excellent headrest and good cuddle position, while reading a book. Raising an eyebrow from Erik. Charles sends out a telepathic message to be quiet.

[simpforfandoms]

I saw that you write for marvel and if x-men are in that can you do headcanons for dating each of the x-men? Well not like all of them but some of them.

Headcanon’s for Dating X-Men

anon didn’t state which ones to do so I took creative liberty. I like doing head canons, i don’t have to write as formal

includes: Scott Summer, Jean Grey, (Young) Charles Xavier, Anna Marie and, Remy LeBeau

warnings: swearing, some self-doubt, bad grammer?

masterlist

Scott Summers

starting off with my bae

jk he’s all yours

he puts on a strong facade but when you guys are alone he a little teddy bear

always wanting to cuddle

always wanting to hold you

Always wanting to kiss you

But when you’re in front of the team?

It’s a whole different story

He gives you the cold shoulder

Acts like you don’t even exist

He says it’s for safety reasons

“The bad guys can’t know we’re together or else they’re target you to get to me”

But when you try to ask why he won’t even talk to you around the team because they aren’t bad guys

He claims that he can’t trust them

some part of you believes that he just wants to seem like an eligible bachelor

The people that know of your relationship is Charles and Logan

Charles is a given

Logan walked in on you and Scott making out

He promised not to tell anyone if you two promised not to be so loud

Logan needs his sleep man

Anyways because of Scott keeping the relationship a secret you’ve become insecure

As if you weren’t already

Everytime you try to bring up your concerns he dismisses it

You insecurities have gotten so bad that you begin to distance yourself from everyone

I mean even just seeing them makes you compare yourself to them

Of course Scott notices right away

Because you weren’t only distancing from the rest of the team but from him too

So of course homie tracked you down

Like he actually tracked you down because you have invisible powers (wow shocker)

Anyways so he cornered you after a meeting

“Why are you avoiding me”

“How can I avoid you if you don’t even talk to me in the first place Summers?”

There was people around so against your better judgement you kept the facade

“C’mon Y/n really? This is what this is about?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now if you excuse me I have places to be and people to meet”

You were being difficult

But honestly I can’t blame you

So Scott did the only logical thing

He kissed you

Right in front of everyone

You were shocked

“About time” Logan says

when he finally pulled away from the kiss he said that he loved you

Awwwwwwww

Well now your relationship was public

So you stopped distancing yourself

But also you were still insecure

After a while you told Scott about your worries

So every now and then he has to remind you how perfect you are

Also Scott doesn’t really like PDA so him kissing you infront if the team was like a one time thing

Until you and him were in life threatening danger

But that’s a story for another hour

Jean Grey

now onto Jean

let’s just pretend that she didn’t out Bobby for the sake of these headcanons

Jean absolutely adores you

Like sometimes she’ll just stare into your eyes

Unlike Scott she wasn’t one to hide your relationship from the team

but she didn’t exactly tell them

Like she would hug you and cuddle with you infront of them

But they didn’t really peice it together

They just thought you guys were really close

It wasn’t until she got the Phoenix that the team found out

like for some reason it made her incredibly confident

So i mean she just randomly grabbed your face and kissed you

You didn’t really mind

The team was kinda shocked

When the shabloom went down you were there to comfort her and kiss you

after she learned to control the phoenix she was still confident

Like she still would just randomly kiss you in front of the team

During training

During teaching

 during meals

And not like pecks

Like full on make out sessions

It got so bad one time that Charles had to put you too in the same room so you wouldn’t have so much pent up tension

if you know what I mean ;)

Anyways you and Jean were perfect for each other

If anyone dared touched you she would rip them to shreds

metaphorically

unless you like actually died

Then the whole world would burn

You would do the same for her

You two match each other’s energy and it’s perfect

I would say more but

Jk

I’m saying more you fools

If you’re a woman

Kurt said that he wanted a threesome with you and jeans

Which resulted in 2 bitch slaps

One from Jean

One from you

The disrespect

Then of course as you and Jean were walking away you said

“Hey let’s have a threesome with Scott”

“Oh come on”

(Young) Charles Xavier

You weren’t a mutant

You were simply his next door neighbor (and best friend)

When you found out he was mutant you obviously didn’t care

When you found out he had been taking care of raven you supported him

Kinda hurt because of how him and raven were close

But supportive non the less

When he had explained to you the idea of Charles Xavier school for gifted youngsters you supported him

You even moved in with him

His logic was that he needed his best friend by his side

So you have always been supportive of him

When he told you about the X-Men you were hesitant

“Are you sure that’s a good idea Charles?”

“Trust me on this Y/n”

“Ok.”

And so you did

All the x-men were nice

However you didn’t exactly like how Erik constantly said that you were scum

But you could deal with it (for the most part)

One day it had gotten bad though

“Why are you even here Y/n? You’re useless. Utterly and completely useless.”

You just sat there and took his shit

He had started to blow up on you because you used the last of milk

no body else was around to witness it

“Y’know what Erik, you’re right. I am useless. I’m leaving.”

You walked out of the room and the building

are you okay y/n?

Charles get out of my head, we made an agreement

I sensed that you were feeling down

I’m leaving

Why?

Get out of my head and come talk to me

Charles showed up not even 10 seconds later

“If you were so close why didn’t you just talk to me normally”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

You stared into his eyes

Then his lips

Then his eyes

Then his lips

Charles just kiss me already

Then he did

After that it was smooth surfing

Well until you got caught in the crossfire

And instead of Charles getting hit

You did

And died

But hey Charles could still walk

Anna Marie (Rogue)

you first met rogue while at Xavier's

It was like love at first sight

well for you

Anna on the other hand avoided you

which was weird

because you practically had the same powers

well not really

you could mimic powers and skills by sight

while rogue could absorb powers and strength by touch for long periods of time

you could only mimic them as long as their in your eyesight

anyways you practically followed rogue around everywhere

trying to get her attention

she just never talked to anyone but charles

when Charles finally classified you and rogue as apart of the x-men you were thrilled

rogue seemed to be too

on your first mission she finally talked to you

"you're pretty cool"

"so are you"

You smiled as you defeated the next villian

after that you and rogue continue getting closer and closer till you too finally revealed feeling for one another

Rogue was to scared to do anything that could result in skin to skin contact

so all you really did was hand holding

until you convinced her to kiss you

"are you sure about this"

"100% percent"

"then why do we have to do it infront of everybody"

"incase something goes wrong"

"but you're 100% sure"

"Look hank says that my powers will cancel out yours and we'll be fine as long as I keep my eyes open"

"Just kiss already!" Jean shouts

and with that, you lean in and kiss Anna

it was as magical as you expected

and nothing went wrong

now anna wasn't afraid to touch you

life was good

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

you met remy on the streets

you thought he was a prostitute at first

but turns out he was just recruiting you to be a part of the x-men

"I think, I'll pass"

"C'mon darling we could really use someone with your skills"

"Are you sure you're not a prostitute?"

He laughs and hands you a card

"Call me if you change your mind"

The interaction kept replaying in your head

so you called him

you became a part of the x-men

yay

anyways you were sparring with gambit

when things got a little heated

like a tad

"What the fuck was that? You do that out in the field and you're gonna end up six feet under."

"Oh please, don't act like you give a fuck!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm done sparring with you, I'm gonna go find a different partner. Maybe Scott."

"We're not done here y/n!"

"Yeah, we are!"

You storm off to your room where you find jean

"You gotta fix the sexual tension between you and Remy. It's literly killing me!"

"What tension?"

"You're not dumb y/n, figure it out."

As she walks out, Remy walks in

"I do care about you"

You hum in response

"m'sorry"

"ugh. just kiss me already."

Then you kiss

mwah

anyways you and Remy date

Unlike Scott, he's really one for PDA

like we're talking kisses out of nowhere

he constantly reminds you that you're his

and you remind him that you're not an object

but you like it

anyways happily ever after

[bellarkeselection]

🥺👉👈 Charles Xavier x fem reader takes place during Charles rehabilitation after Cuba reader is there to help him heal and adjust to his new life and shows Charles they can still do all the things they did together before the accident and when he gets out of the hospital they go on a real date 🤍

Thank you anonymous. I have been absolutely missing writing for Charles ❤️

You Can't Get Rid Of Me Xavier

Knocking on the door to the hospital room of my boyfriend Charles Xavier he had been talking with the doctors about the bullet that hit his back. It was a miracle in his eyes that he and I had managed to make it this far. A human and a mutant as a couple. He spoke that it was a sign of hope for the future. "Hank, can I talk with him alone for a little bit?" I asked the scientist who nodded leaving me alone with my boyfriend. Charles was laid down in the hospital bed avoiding my gaze and just staring down at his legs underneath the blankets. Moving to the side of his bed I sat down grasping his right hand in mine where he finally looked at me when I called his name. "Charles, tell me what the doctors said. Is everything okay. Because Hank won't tell me anything. He's just going to sign your release papers." His blue eyes locked onto my gaze where I saw tears slipping down while his voice cracked when he spoke under his breath. “I lost them, Y/n. My legs…it paralyzed me from the waist down.”

“Oh Charles. I…I’m so sorry. I…I am going to be here for you no matter.” Squeezing his hand in mine I felt him yank it away shifting where I was looking at his back when he huffed under his breath struggling to not break down and cry in front of me. “You don’t have to say that Y/n. I know that this won’t work between us. We can’t last not now - you should just leave me with Hank.” Shuttering in a breath it broke my heart to hear him talk like that. I could instantly tell that what happened on the beach in Cuba had broken him. He went there with such hope and now he was completely broken. Without thinking I climbed behind him on the bed wrapping my arms around his waist burying my face into his neck mumbling. "I'm not going anywhere, Charles." The truth was if he really wanted me to leave then he would have used his power. Even though he promised me he would never take advantage of me.

The young professor shifted where he could look me in the eye but remained laying down on my back. His eyes shifted over my face entering my mind when I closed my eyes hearing his voice. "I'm not the man I was when I left. I can't treat you the way I did...show you the love that you deserve. I'm just broken now. So just leave." Moving my freehand up I ran my fingers through his messy brown locks. He sniffed back tears when I leaned forward resting my forehead against his. "Charles Xavier, listen to me. I am not going anywhere because I love you. I feel utterly and completely in love with you by who you are. It was way before you told me you were a mutant and I don't care if you don't think you deserve me. Because you do. You aren't broken to me." Getting to my feet I grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway coming back into his room. "And I'm going to prove it to you that we can still do the things we did before."

Hank came back inside with the papers helping me get him into the wheelchair where I took the car keys from his pocket driving towards the park we liked going to near his house in Winchester. Moving around the car I managed to get him back in the wheelchair where he slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Y/n, I love that you think we can still do our normal dates but-" I cut him off pressing a soft kiss to his lips before covering his eyes with me taking a seat on his lap when I turned the chair to face a sunset that we enjoyed watching here. "No matter what happens, Xavier. You ain't getting rid of me. Because I'm not going anywhere..not as long as we can keep doing this." Removing my hand from his eyes he blinked taking in the orange and pink view before him until he saw me snuggling up into his lap. "I suppose you're right dear. I love you too." He whispered wrapping his arms around my waist watching the sunset in beautiful silence.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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

[urelliee]

“sometimes i wish i could just make myself disappear.”

- sypnosis: what could happen if people were just joking around about your appearance? even though you shrugged it off, you couldn’t help but wonder if you weren’t enough for charles. so you decided to distance yourself from your own lover. and he couldn’t resist to look inside your head.

- characters: charles francis xavier! x fem!reader

- genre: angst and fluff!

- warnings: jealousy, anxiety, insecurities, body dysmorphia, and no mentions of Y/N. (charles has his own nickname for reader!)

- contents: 877 words, 4,665 characters.

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Third Person’s Point of View:

you’re at a party where you and the rest of the x-men’s are celebrating their first successful journey to the space. you’ve stumbled upon to a group of teenagers who were your pupil from your history class, they were talking about something. and it intrigued you because you heard your name. curiously, you leaned closer by a tree, and started listening.

“have you guys noticed something about our history teacher? her body is starting to get thicker as they go on a mission, what do you guys think she is doing there?” a girl asked, with a mocking tone.

“probably not doing anything necessary for their missions, and only eating. she’s very annoying lately!” a girl replied, with the same tone. and it meant that they reciprocated one’s feelings. everyone on that friend group started laughing. your eyes started swelling and a tear was building up, like an onion was being cut by someone.

you walked it off and went to a restroom. you took your top off and kept looking at your body, at your face, and your thighs. they were right, you were getting thicker. and it’s starting to bothering you the more you stare. finally, you put your top on again and went out from the restroom.

as you walk and walk, you saw moira and charles talking. charles leaning in to whisper something to moira, and moira being really shy. jealousy rushed over to you like a train hitting someone.

you heard someone calling out to you and erik was further away from charles. and charles looked at you, you could feel it. quickly, you walked over to erik and hugged him tightly.

“i saw you at the tree, looking at some teenagers. what were they saying?” erik said with a serious tone. he wasn’t asking, he was demanding for an answer. erik also held your face with his two bare hands, owning both sides. and he saw your teary eyes, and quivering lips. he knew that it must’ve been something really serious because he has never seen you this vulnerable in your 12 year friendship.

“i-it’s nothing really! just had some allergy reaction to those pollen! you know how i’m vulnerable to those.” you said as you blocked your head from being able to be seen by any telepathic people. you knew that charles would look inside because of the fact that you walked pass him without even stealing glances or a smile. like he was nothing.

“come on, you know that i am not believing any of that shit. just tell me and i won’t hurt a soul. i promise you that.” erik started to caress your cheeks and you hugged him by the waist and put your head on his chest.

“am i becoming fat?” you asked and erik pulled away from the hug and held you by your shoulder blades, he looked at you with that concerned look. the ones who always makes you melt whenever you started feeling vulnerable.

“no, you are not. you’re fine just the way you are.” erik said with a tone that hints sympathy, and it’s killing you. you felt like a burden.

Charles’s Point of View:

i feel enraged, by seeing them like that. it was supposed to be me. the one who she hugs very tightly, and the one who she cries to. so i had no choice but to look inside her head. and i couldn’t reach in, i knew that she would block it in that case. so i instead looked at erik’s head, looking at his point of view.

“i feel like a burden erik! i mean come on, charles is being very intimate with moira! i’m his girlfriend. shouldn’t i be the one who is that close to him? god, i just feel so fucking sick. why am i starting to feel…” my lover said, with so much pain in her voice. and god, it hurts me so much.

“insecure?” erik said, with his concerned voice. the ones that i wish were mine. “meine prinzessin, you’re a fallen angel that was heaven sent. you’re a blessing. no matter your weight, you’ll still be the same person that charles has fallen in love with. i’m his best friend, i trust him with you. we’ve been on bad terms yes, but if you love him. i can’t do anything to stop that. also, do you know how much he loves you? moira and him are working on something you can’t know right now. so be patient and wait!” erik said, and i smiled. knowing that he didn’t hate me that much.

i stood up and excused myself from moira, and went towards my girl’s direction. erik spotted me, and also excused himself. smiling to him because of the fact that he respected us. and i got to salute that for him.

“oh my, darling. why are you ignoring your love one?” i said with a hint of sadness, my eyes swelling. and holding my arms out to reach her cheeks, and caress her. as i wipe the tears out.

god, it fucking hurts.

“you’ll never be a burden, erik was right. you are a heaven sent. and i love you so god damn much. angel.”

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this was so rushed! anyways, enjoy luvs </3

[mostlymarvelgirl]

Erik Coming Out To You As Bisexual

• Erik isn’t the most affectionate or kind or open boyfriend and person, but he can always talk to you about his problems and he’ll ask without his usual sass and try to be a good boyfriend.

• He does love and care about you, after all.

• You kind of get worried about him when he sits you down with a serious and no-nonsense face because usually making jokes which are the dad jokes. Historically, it always meant he had bad news. Like that one time he accidentally destroyed one of Charles's office (though it wasn't really an accident). 😉;)

• When he comes out to you, you can see the fear of judgement that he think you'll give him, and he sort of gets pissed off as you have a smirk.

• “You’ll think I’ll treat you any different because you’re bisexual?”, you ask him.

• You don’t give a damn about that. You’re still you. That’s all that matters to him.

• You knows different sexualities exist in the world. Did he think you were so close-minded that you would condemn him for something he's born with? Something he has no control over?

• He thought you would hate the fact that he was so scared and worried coming out to you. From then on you would make sure to let him know how you support him.

• You would definitely try to help him come out to the rest of the xmen, only if he wants to. And of course smack Alex in the head and throw him off the window if he comments anything snarky.

• And you being you, would make him comfortable and teach him about the entire LGBTQIA+ community (which listens to very carefully) and teach him the memes to use once he's comfortable enough. (cause you're a GENZ)

• You being you, aka being dirty minded, would teach him to kinky in bisexual ways.

[shawty-writes-a-little]

heyy, could u write a charles xavier with the fluff prompts 3 and 4????

CHARLES XAVIER my best boi yas!!!!!!!!!! Hope you’re like this one <3

#“The kitchen is on fire”

Charles Xavier x fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: None //ignore typos pls it’s 3 am

An: AH sorry if this took so long I procrastinate a lot to complete requests

X mansion was rather quieter so Sundays given there weren’t any classes and the students mostly preferred to go out. But Charles heard laughter and loud conversations coming from the kitchen area as he walked past the hallway. Strange.

He went to see what caused this prattling and was surprised to see an entire class present in the kitchen, not cooking or eating. It was as if they were working on something in the kitchen. As he walked further, none of the students or y/n their professor yet took a notice of him.

“And what is going on in here?” Charles announced calmly hoping to get in on whatever everyone was up to. Most of them seemed to have fun it could be something quite interesting. As he announced his presence everyone stopped to look at him, shocked. It felt as if his presence was dreaded with the looks everyone shared amongst themselves in only a moment. The very next sound was a glass shattering on the ground. It sounded like a glass but with the volume scattered on the floor didn’t seem like it.

What is actually going on in here. Charles walked in further to see the little bit of kitchen that was left amongst a colossal mess. “No! You were getting so close with that!” Y/n exclaimed helping pick up the glass like material scattered on the floor completely ignoring Charles’ question. He simply stared around the entire kitchen so puzzled given just a few hours ago the kitchen was perfectly fine how could all of them have caused this battleground situation in just a few hours? “What is all this?!” He asked again slightly impatient now.

All of the students started answering him altogether and the chatter was so unclear on top of which everyone’s answers varied vastly. “Class!” He spoke over them stopping the incoherent chatter “All of you out! Now!” He announced as everyone let out a dejected sigh, “Everyone back to your rooms!” Y/n added with a calmer tone than Charles attempting to leave alongside the crowd of her class.

“No no y/n you wait.” Charles said as she cursed under her breath. She was aware she was partly responsible for the mess but did not wish to explain it right now. Maybe delay it as much as she could.

“Care to explain why the kitchen looks like a mass mutation outburst?” He asked subtly, the further he looked at the kitchen the worse it got.

“What? No I’m not sure if it looks that bad!” Y/n tried to laugh after her sentence hoping Charles would take it in a light matter. He did not. He just looked at her more confused.

“Love there is a literal plant growing out of the oven.” He pointed at the oven as y/n looked back, knowing it was there she liked taking as much time as it did until she would have to explain all of it to him.

“Oh yes that is a plant hmm-“ she hummed and looked back at him “Well I guess sometimes some lab experiments need more than a lab!” She joked again. Charles still didn’t find it funny.

“What science experiment brought upon all…” he looked around not sure what in the entire kitchen was the worst messed with “this. How was there even a class on a Sunday?”

“Are you accusing me as a professor to have been teaching supposedly vile and deranged things do my class?” Y/n tried using the reverse card on Charles given the joking didn’t work.

“Yes. Yes I am.” He agreed. Professor Charles was so much more uptight than him as a boyfriend y/n thought.

“I cant believe you would think that—“

“Wait is that smoke?” Charles interrupted her midway. Y/n knew it was smoke being a result of what they’d put on the stove.

“No?” Y/n said without even turning back to cross check it. She was so sure something was on fire.

“The kitchen is on fire!” He exclaimed hurriedly looking around for water, surprisingly there was a bucket full was water right by them. He picked it up attempting to throw it on the cabinets beside the oven that caught fire.

“No no don’t throw-“ before y/n could finish her sentence Charles has already showered the bucket on the fire. It put out the fire though.

“Wow I had no idea Gatorade could put out fire?!” Y/n was rather distracted with the fascination on how Gatorade just put out fire.

“That was Gatorade?” Charles, immensely confused, had a hard time understanding why there was a whole bucket filled with Gatorade there. “What were you all really up to? Summoning a demon?”

“Don’t be ridiculous you don’t need Gatorade to summon a demon!” Y/n added that confidently instead of denying a demon wasn’t involved. It wasn’t. She was just more sure with her knowledge. “I told you we were just doing a science experiment!”

“What experiment?!”

“Well-it was more of a class idea as in a class project thing-” y/n hoped he wouldn’t ask any further questions about the experiment.

“That involved lighting the kitchen on fire and a bucket worth of Gatorade?!” Charles was aware with lab experiments going wrong all the time, the students had their difficulties. But the kitchen seemed so offset to even be a lab in the first place.

“Alright fine” she sighed and continued “We wanted to test out if we can wash the dish soap to its most cleanest solvent state and at first it was just a joke-you know to wash a soap it’s a bit funny! But the class got curious and everyone begged me to at least once try as a joke obviously so we ended up here—and at first it was just to boil the dish wash later everyone had their theories how we can clean the soap hence the mutations and well things escalated quite-you can see”

Charles was speechless. It took him a solid minute to process all of that “So you were all trying to wash the dish soap.”

“Yes that was the initial experiment then we just started coming up with new things like lighting ice in fire and see if Gatorade could work as oil and—yeah no all that” she stopped clearing her throat remembering how the following ideas kept getting crazier. It was all meant in a fun spirit with the class on a Sunday and it was fun for the most part-until Charles got involved obviously.

“Most of them were your ideas I take it?” Charles asked not being able to help but smile.

“No. Of course not! I told you it was a class thing” she denied huffing, even though it was her she couldn’t let Charles know that so he could make fun of her for the following days. She liked being playful and fun with the class, Charles often found it too ‘chaotic’

“It was you wasn’t it?” He said as he walked towards her and again she attempted to deny but knew it was of no use.

“Fine-but not all of them!”

He removed the strand of hair from her face “You are incredibly stupid but I love the enthusiasm you have!” He chucked lowly as she gave him a playful shove back only for him to more further and cage her between his arms and the serving platform beside her.

“Just the enthusiasm?” She asked jokingly again as he moved even closer.

“I guess I love you as well.” Charles said and closed the gap between them, brushing his lips onto hers. She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him.

After a moment she pulled away from the kiss still as close with her arms around him, “Does this mean you’re going to help me clean this up?”

“Oh absolutely not I’m calling the class back again all of you are cleaning this!”

Have a great day lovelies <3

[thegaysofgenosha]

growing pains by ikeracity (part 1 of fosters)

Rating : General

Word count : 12,577

AU : Kidfic

Summary : Twelve-year-old Erik Lehnsherr is an angry, closed-off foster kid with trust issues and a bad temper. Ten-year-old Charles Xavier is a lonely kid in boarding school who just wants a friend.

Logan pretends he doesn't think they're both fucking adorable.

Warnings : None