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Ghosts | Charles Xavier | X-Men

No.25: “why didn’t you save me?”

There was many things wrong with the scene in front of Charles but three stood out to him the most.

First being that he and Erik were in the same vicinity and were not actively trying to bring each other to ruin. It had been a long time since they had been together amicably, if the circumstance had been different, Charles may have even enjoyed this change in dynamic.

Second was that he could feel his legs. He could feel the ground under his feet and his hand brush his thigh. He could walk through the sandy beach away from Erik and towards the figure in the distance. He could stretch, and run, and be free from the confines of his wheelchair. This he did allow himself to enjoy. It had been so long since he had felt such freedom so he allowed himself the pleasure to walk towards the figure despite the fact that they faced away from him.

It was this figure that broke the illusion for him. In his mind he could justify him and Erik getting along, despite their history together, Charles could see a day in the very, very distant future that they would see eye to eye, at least on some matters, again. And the motion in his legs was explained by that experimental serum that Hank had been working on. The possibility of his legs being restored fully was such a far fetched idea after all.

But seeing her again was unexplainable.

Charles had held his wife in his arms when she died. Even through the excruciating pain of losing his legs, he held her. The same shrapnel that paralyzed him had lodged himself into her heart.

It took Charles months to come to the realisation that Erik did not mean to harm her, but by then he was long gone. Eventually, everyone began to move on with their lives. Hank was the only one left by Charles' side; Charles had spent many nights wondering why Hank stayed, he was a shell of a man without her by his side.

By the time he approached, Charles was so captivated by her presence that he didn't notice the sound of the seagulls had stopped or the smell of the salty ocean had had faded into nothing. It was only him and her left in their own little slice of paradise.

"Hello my love," He tentatively said, willing himself to move closer but finding that his legs would once again refuse to respond to his command.

"Charles." She acknowledged, her back still to him. From this distance Charles could see the intricacies of the lace of her white dress. When she was alive she never tended to wear anything so delicate, not even on her wedding day.

"You're not supposed to be here." He whispered, still stuck motionless before him. "You... you died."

"You let me die." She turned around, and for the first time since Charles buried her did he look at her once beautiful face. But now it was covered in blood cuts he could only assume were made by loose flying shrapnel. The front of her dress was only ripped and stained. She still looked like an angel, only now she looked like she had fallen from Heaven. "Why didn't you save me?"

Charles went to speak, but couldn't find the words. Or the breath. He almost began to choke but the oxygen eventually rushed back into his lungs. This peace of mercy was accompanied by God or whatever higher power in play taking away his ability to stand. Charles felt himself crumpled to the ground, once again paralysed. He thought back to the oddness of Erik's presence and whipped his head behind him to find the man but only saw black.

When his head turned back to his wife, he was greeted by the same oblivion. He tried to move forward but he couldn't move. He crumpled to the ground again and closed his eyes, hoping that he darkness would consume him like it did to his wife. But it didn't.

When he opened them again, he was greeted by the same wooden walls he knew all too well. The clock on his bedside table stuck three a.m precisely. Charles just shifted to his side, knowing that sleep would not come for him again, at least not any time soon.

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chiptaylorsfirst · 2 years

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What He's Thinking About

Word Count: 2,905

Pairing: soft!dom!Charles Xavier x mutant!fem!sub!Reader

Warning: Slight pain kink, fingering, choking, mirror sex, smut, professor kink, pet names, a little hair pulling

Summary: You get a little touchy and flirty during your training with Charles. While he does his best not to show his feelings or emotions, you can't help but to feel the lust growing in him.

A/N: This was meant to be a James McAvoy fic but my fingers just typed the first thing that flew in my mind and I carried on with it. Hope you guys enjoy it. Please send me requests. I'll do James McAvoy, Tom Hiddleston, and Matthew Gray Gubler. This goes for their characters also. Enjoy your day, evening, or night.

You woke up to your alarm clock, already exhausted before the day even truly began. It was 10 o'clock and you had thirty minutes exactly to get ready for training. You all were to work in pairs. Raven worked with Hank, Havok with Angel, Magneto worked with Darwin, and you with Charles. Once you were finally ready, you went outside in the yard as Charles had asked. "Good morning everyone. Today we will be working on your powers along with our usual workout routine. We will work one hour on our powers and another on physical workouts." Everyone understood, already leaving to their partners to practice with. You heard Charles' footsteps behind you and smiled as you were greeted with his pretty blue eyes.

"Which one would you like to do first?" Your eyes lingered on him a little too long and you tried to control your thoughts. You didn't want him to know about how much you you were obsessed with him. "Physical stuff." You lifted weights for a while then let Charles do it as well. You and Charles jogged some miles and then you fought. Charles was just as good as you since he started training more for it. His stamina had increased some and he was stronger. You blocked his attacks well and delivered a few hits in the process. He caught one of your fists and flipped you on the ground. He then pinned you down by your wrists. You became aroused and you felt that his emotions were the same. You reversed your place, now flipping him onto the ground. You slightly straddled him and smirked.

"You lose, Xavier." He chuckled underneath you. "I let you win. Your skills are pretty impressive though." You placed a kiss on his neck. "A token of gratitude from me to you," you said playfully. You saw his blue eyes darken for a split second but instantly turn back to their original color. You both did the training for your powers next but it had been kind of awkward from your last encounter. It was fresh in both of your minds but neither one of you would mention it to the other. You all went to your quarters after the two hours of training was completed. You showered and threw on your robe afterwards. You jumped into your bed, relaxing almost immediately.

You felt a strong sensation of lust and arousal. You tried to fight it off but you couldn't. You realized it wasn't coming from you and immediately knew that it was from Charles. You decided not to try and locate him but to talk to him through his mind. I can feel your attraction, Charles. What are you thinking about? Having sex with you. You felt your blood rush straight down and your cunt was instantly wet. Have I made you uncomfortable? His voice sounded worried and was filled with concern. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable or be upset with him for telling the truth. No, you just made me very turned on and happy that I'm not wearing underwear. His voice chuckled in your mind and you no longer heard his voice speak in your head. You heard a knock on your door.

"Y/N," he called out. You quickly opened the door and made sure it was locked as soon as he came in. He pinned you against the door and kissed you. The kiss was passionate, lust filled, and full of teeth and tongue. You bit his bottom lip and he moaned in return. He pulled on your hair and your fingers tangled through his as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulled back from you, a smile on his face. "I've wanted to do that for so long." You toyed with his shirt. "How long exactly?" He looked into space, putting thought into the question. "About five months now. I wanted to tell you but we were so busy with missions , saving the world, and finding mutants that I couldn't find the right time to." You kissed his cheek. "Well this certainly is a good time." You grabbed his hand and led him to your bed. You sat down, waiting to see what he would do.

He stripped himself of his clothing, creating a neat pile on the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His body was beautiful. His abs, muscles, and torso were all lean. His cock was long with just the right girth. It was neatly trimmed and the tip was pink. "So that's what you've been hiding under all of those layers of clothing," you said aloud. "Mhm, you like what you see?" You got off of the bed and walked towards him. "Like would be a large understatement." He touched the cloth of your robe and tugged at it gently. "May I?" "You may." He undid the tie of your robe and took it off of your body. Your robe dropped to the ground and you were fully naked in front of him. His eyes scanned your body for a little while and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He picked you up and placed you on the bed.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once I get started, I don't know if I can stop." "I'm very sure," you responded confidently. You were never more sure of anything in your life. He placed kisses on your neck and your collarbone, nibbling it also. You let out a soft moan. He read your mind to find your sweet spot and placed a hickey there. "Cheater," you breathed out quietly. Charles chuckled against your skin. "There are no rules to this. I am allowed to do what I please with you, aren't I?" He was taunting you. He knew he could have read your mind but he decided against it. He wanted you to say it. "Yes." He slid one of his fingers in your core. "Yes what?" "Yes, professor," you said breathily. He placed another finger in and curled them. "You're so wet. Tell me, did I do this to you?" "Yes." His fingers started to move in you. You moaned softly at the feeling of it.

His eyes were darker, just as they had been when you pinned him. He studied your reactions, a smirk on his face. "I need you to look at me." You did as he asked, a moan slipping past your lips as soon as you did it. The sight was so erotic and explicit. This beautiful man was moving his fingers in and out of you and looking into your eyes as he did it. "Professor," you moaned out. "I love those noises you make. It drives me insane." His fingers went deeper, touching that spot no one could ever reach inside you. "Charles, mm, fuck." His fingers went faster. "Yes, sweetheart?" A string of moans came out of your mouth as you felt that knot in your stomach. "I'm cl-close." "Let it go then. Cum for me." A large moan tore from your lungs and your essence gushed out. He took his fingers from you and licked them clean.

"You probably just alerted half of the team," he whispered. "Your fault you're so good." He giggled at that. "Honestly, you'd be surprised at how much that turned me on." He took your hand in his and let you touch his hard cock. You could feel the veins and you collected the pre cum from the tip. You sucked it off your fingers and looked up at him. "Mm, professor you taste so good." He lightly choked you then nibbled your earlobe. He lifted you up and carried you. He grabbed the key to your room before closing your door. "Charles, where are we going?" "Somewhere with more space." He continued walking throughout different halls. "What if someone sees us?" "They can't. I'm controlling it." Your legs were wrapped tightly on his waist and your arms were around his neck. "Why do we need more space?" "You'll see." By the smirk that was on his face, you knew it would be something fun and exciting but you didn't know what.

You could feel that his emotions were alike to yours, arousal and excitement. He walked into his library and you looked at him confused. He read your mind. Not in the library, no. That's for another day. You looked at him surprised, now wondering what day it was for. "You mean this isn't a one time thing?" He frowned at your question. "Of course not. I love you and I want a relationship with you forever. I don't plan on just fucking you then leaving." You looked into his eyes. "I love you too, Charles. I mean, I really do. But, when are we going to you know in the library." He chuckled at you then kissed you. The kiss was tender and loving. His tongue slipped in your mouth and it wasn't a fight for control, just a loving expression. "Mm, it's a surprise." He continued carrying you. You both were at the back of the library when he unlocked a door. He closed it behind him and smiled. "This is the room," he stated.

There was a large couch in the room as well as a carpeted floor. It was a mirror room but not like at carnivals. It only consisted of five mirrors. There was a mirror for each side of the couch. One in the front, one in the back, one on the left, and one on the right. The other mirror was on the ceiling above the couch and it was the same size of it. "How many people have you brought here, Charles?" "Only you." He placed your body on the couch and smiled. He went to a drawer that was also in the room and pulled out two condoms. He walked over to you and placed one on the side of the couch. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He slipped the condom on his length and got on top of you. He slipped inside of you and the both of you moaned at the feeling. "I want you either looking at me or into a mirror." You did as he asked and looked into the ceiling mirror. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

He started at a medium pace, making sure his thrusts were sharp and deep. He placed a few hickies on your neck, making you moan a bit louder. You scratched his back and groans spilled from his mouth. "Fuck, Y/N." His eyes were on your face. You liked that you could see his back muscles in the ceiling mirror and it kind of turned you on. He hit your g spot repeatedly and your back arched from the couch. Scratch marks were developing on his back as he continued fucking into you. Your toes curled as he went faster. "Mm, professor, yes." He let out more moans, grunts, and groans at the sound of your voice. He placed your legs on his shoulders and went at a faster pace. You could feel him in your stomach and you loved the angle. You saw stars and your eyes were starting to tear from the pleasure. "You look so beautiful like this, taking my cock so well." "Mm, Charles. I'm," you started. He went impossibly faster. "I know, sweetheart. Go ahead and let go for me. Just let go." He punctuated his thrusts for his last sentence and he covered your mouth.

Your muffled moans were music to his ears and you felt his cock twitch. His voice let out guttural moans and it was now rugged. His cum shot out from his cock and he removed the condom. He grabbed the other one and slipped it on himself once again then turned to you. He looked into the mirror at his back and sighed. "Damn, you really enjoyed it." Your face was flushed as you nodded your head. "Couldn't help myself." He walked over to you again but didn't get on top of you. "I want you to ride me, okay?" You got up and let him lay on the couch. He looked so gorgeous. His hair was messy and slightly damp from sweat. His face was red and flushed almost like yours. His eyes were still that darker blue. You lowered onto him and let out moans at the feeling of his cock. You started a slow pace and he followed the rhythm that you set. You opted to look at him instead of the mirror. You were met with his blue eyes looking at you. You placed hickies on his neck, enjoying his moans that he let out. He made it obvious that he was still in charge although he was underneath you.

His nails dug into your hips as you bounced on him at a faster pace. He removed his hands from you and started to twirl your nipples. More moans spilled from your mouth. Your nails raked along his chest and he let out a long moan. "Mm, Charles, mmm." His hands were back on your hips, keeping you from losing your balance. You were slowly approaching your high and you decided to lose yourself all the way. You went as fast as you could and you felt Charles rutting into you. "Fuck, you're so good," he breathed out. His hand wrapped around your neck and he applied a little bit of pressure. You continued and your body jolted. "Who do you belong to?" You moaned out. "You, professor, mm." He hugged your body and pulled you closer to him. "You belong to who?" He bucked into you faster and you bit his shoulder. "Charles Xavier, mmm ugh." Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and he sat up. "Cum with me, sweetheart." You bit into his shoulder as you came and he followed suit. You crawled off of him, whimpering at the loss of contact.

He got off of the couch and threw away the used condoms. He then sighed as he saw your tired body and the mess you made on the couch. He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around him. "Was that fun for you?" "Mhm," you responded. "I think you like pain, Charles." He walked out of the room and into the library, already creating his illusion. "I do but only when it's from you." He walked into the hallway. "So I'm your special girl?" "Most definitely, and no one else." You smiled to yourself at the statement. "What will we tell the others?" "I guess that we are now dating and in a relationship. It really isn't that complicated," he responded. "Where do you want to go." You thought for a second. "Can we go to the beach or something?" "I have just the spot in mind." He carried you through the halls until he met your door. He unlocked it then opened it.

He placed your body on your bed and came back with a wet cloth to clean you. He then cleaned himself and smiled as he looked at you. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser. "This is the key to the mirror room for whenever you want to go there again and I will give it to you as soon as I clean the couch." He placed a kiss on your forehead and collected his clothes from your bedroom floor. "Okay, but please come back after you're done. You are my boyfriend now, remember?" "Yes, and I'm never forgetting. I'll be back. I promise." After a few minutes, you were met with a knock on your door again. "Charles, is that you," you responded. You heard a small pause and you concentrated on using your power. Whoever was outside of the door felt surprised and confused. "No, I'm just here to tell you that dinner's ready," Raven said. "Not to intrude, but do you and Charles have something going on?" You sighed at the question.

You walked to the door and cracked it open just so she could see your face. "I'm not supposed to tell you this until tomorrow but me and him are dating now." She quietly giggled. "So you two are a thing?" You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Gosh, we sound like middle schoolers. Yes, we're together and please don't tell anyone. I don't want him upset." She smiled at you. "I won't. See you at dinner." "You too." You shut the door and went through your drawers for clothing. You heard a knock on your door and sighed. "Yes?" "Can I come in?" You heard Charles' voice and you opened the door for him. "What happened?"

This time he had clothes on and he closed the door behind him. He placed the key to the mirror room on your dresser and sat on the bed. "Raven came to tell me that dinner's ready and she wants us to go." He sighed at your statement. "Okay, dinner then we go to the special place I wanted to show you." You kissed him briefly and smiled. "Sounds like a deal." The plan followed out smoothly and once your relationship was announced, everyone was supportive and congratulated you. You were happy to have Charles and he was happy to have you.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 4 months

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Charles Xavier Masterlist

📽… Series

😢…Angst

❤…Fluff

🌶 … Steamy (no smut)

🔥 … smut

⚠… extra warning

Please 😢

Coming Home ❤️😢⚠️

Hot Chocolate ❤️

Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder ❤⚠🌶

Damn it, why are you not obeying the law of physics? ⚠❤😢

Red Roses ❤

Sage 📽

Lessons to be learned ❤️⚠️😢

Christmas Miracle ❤️

Spring Equinox ❤

Travel Companion ❤

Levitating ❤️⚠️

Mr & Mrs ❤️

Father Dearest ⚠️❤️

Calming Touch ❤️⚠️

Soothing Love ❤️

Eyes Open ❤️

Little Stray ❤️

Checkmate ❤

Cuddle up, Baby ❤️😥

Accident ❤️

Pearls ❤️😥

Secrets ❤️

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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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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Hey guys first time posting something like this so let me know what you think!!

Summary: Charles Xavier x Reader, angst, fluff, doctors appointments and romantic surprises 😙

It had been about six months since your boyfriend, Charles Xavier, caught a bullet to his back that would paralyse him from the waist down, confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. To say it's been an adjustment for the both of you, would be the understatement of the century. Of course in the beginning Charles tried everything he could, outside of using his power on you, to convince you that you should leave him. The incident in Cuba had broken him both mentally, and physically. He didn't want you to stay out of pity for him, or because you felt obligated to take care of him. It's taken many months, but things were finally beginning to look up. Charles had been home from rehab for a couple of months now, and things were slowly getting back to their normal routine.

"Charles, sweetheart, it's time to get ready to go to your appointment" you said sweetly, as you walked into the bedroom the two of you now shared. Truth be told you had started sleeping in here while Charles was still in rehab, simply because you missed him and it made you feel closer to him. Once Charles was released however, he required a lot of assistance, so it was just easier if you two slept in the same room, that way you could help him if he needed something in the middle of the night.

"Alright darling, just one moment, and I'll be ready to go" Charles spoke to you in a strained voice. Growing concerned you rushed over to him, to find his legs locked in spasms, knocked off the footplates of his wheelchair, and a pair of neatly folded socks sitting on his lap. You immediately hurried over to the nightstand to retrieve Charles medication, to try and stop the spasms. "Thank you, my love," Charles panted through a pained expression, "I don't know what I'd do without you". You handed him a glass of water with a loving look, and he took his pills. "You don't ever have to worry about that Charles, because I'll always love you, no matter what. Now, let's get those socks on, and get moving, mister! We don't want to be late for your appointment, or your doctor will be lecturing the both of us." You lifted Charles feet, one at a time, putting on his socks and a pair of dress shoes, before gently lifting and placing them on the footplates. With that, the two of you shared a quick kiss, and headed to the car.

Once you arrived at the hospital, you jumped out of the car to retrieve Charles chair. Once assembled you brought it over to the passenger side, where Charles transferred into it with a practiced ease. You tried not to stare, but a lump still caught in your throat every time Charles transferred himself back into the wheelchair. Charles had always had so much energy and enthusiasm for life, always the first to jump out of the car, and now the last. When you sat on the couch together, or in the car, the wheelchair tucked out of sight, it was easy to imagine life was still just the same. It didn't bother you that Charles could no longer walk, you loved him just the same as you ever had, but it was in these moments that you could see the sadness behind his deep blue eyes, as he is reminded again of his new limitations. Charles sighed "Alright, let's go get this over with, shall we?"

The first thing the doctors have Charles do at each session is stretches, and for a while now you have been involved in this part of his therapy. Before Charles came home after the accident, you had to learn how to lift him into and out of his wheelchair from the floor, in case he ever had a fall. Charles is a complete paraplegic, meaning he has absolutely no sensation or movement below his waist. After you get Charles out of his chair and onto the mats, you begin working on some stretches, where you lift and manipulate his legs for him. This helps keep what little muscle tone Charles still has in his legs from atrophying completely, and is also good for his circulation.

You're very happy that Charles trusts you enough to let you be so involved in this part of his life. You can still see a tinge of embarrassment masking his features each time he has to change into his workout clothes, his thin legs on full display for you to see, but you've assured him it doesn't bother you. Charles is still just as sexy to you as he ever was, and if you're being honest sometimes you think even more so. Having to use his arms for everything has done wonders for his upper body strength after all.

Once you've finished administrating his stretches, it's time for Charles to lift some weights. You sit to the side and watch with admiration, as your boyfriend does his workout. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to be with Charles, both because of his kind nature and determination, and his devilishly handsome good looks. While you're lost in your thoughts, Charles doctor comes in, taking a seat next you. "Hello, y/n, may I have a talk with you in my office for a moment to review some of Charles progress recently?" You nodded your head yes, and stood up to follow the doctor to his office.

After about 20 minutes you had finished reviewing Charles latest charts, and made all of the next months appointments. With that done, you began the walk back to the physical therapy department. When you arrived outside the door to the workout room Charles was currently using, you heard a strange commotion coming from inside. Was that... Music?

You opened the door to see Charles, back in his normal attire, hair combed and face all clean shaven, and... Standing?! With a loud gasp, you look your boyfriend up and down assessing what exactly was going on and how! To your amazement Charles was standing, with the use of two crutches, and a pair of very intricate looking leg braces, that appeared to be locking his unfeeling legs in place. He gave you a shy smile.

" I'll admit I'm probably a touch out of practice, but y/n, darling, would you dance with me?" With that you lost all composure, and tears began streaming down your face. It felt like it had been ages since you and Charles had danced together, and being that you both met at a dance while he was studying at Oxford, it had become a regular staple of your early relationship. There was nothing you loved more than when Charles would take you dancing.

"Oh... Darling," Charles sighed as he struggled over to you "please don't cry, I didn't mean..."

" There is nothing I'd like more in this entire world than to dance with you, Charles Xavier. It's just that I never thought.. I.. you... I never thought I'd get that opportunity again, and to see you, not in your wheelchair.." you trailed off as you began to choke up again. " You didn't have to go to all this trouble you know. I know our life has been a lot different lately, but Charles, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm just so happy to have you here with me."

" I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You are the single most important person in the world to me y/n, without you I don't know how I would have gotten through these past six months. You have never once looked at me differently because of my legs. You're the only person who looks at me and still sees Charles Xavier, and not some poor young fellow in a wheelchair. I know it doesn't matter to you, and I adore you for that, but I want to give you this, please."

You reach out to take Charles hand, "you'll have to go slow for me.." Charles says with a slight sadness to his voice "don't worry Charles, I've got you, now and forever" and with that the two of you sway slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, each lost in the others eyes.

"Thank you, Charles" and before you could say anything else he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, nearly losing his balance and knocking you both over in the process, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you and this moment.

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shawty-writes-a-little · 2 years

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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

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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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parkvcrs · 2 years

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Hi! May I please request some headcanons for yandere!Charles Xavier finally marrying his darling fem!Reader (Reader loves Charles as well, though sometimes she can be stubborn)?

• You, as luck would have it, joined “Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngers” shortly after its grand opening and your mutation earned yourself an immediate popular reputation.

— Granted, being born with a botanical-related mutation is both terrifying yet fascinating since you can bloom the most beautiful of flowers.

• Charles’ first reaction of you was bottled up initially, to keep things professional, but as time went on, his feelings for you grew.

• There would be times throughout the year where you’d gift him the most magnificent of plants that ever did grow. Roses, succulents, orchids, and so much more. This was a way for you to show him your appreciation for allowing you to be accepted into his school whilst not-so-subtly show your affection toward him.

— Needless to say, it worked like a charm.

• Charles was always protective over you. He’d use his abilities to make people stay far from you at times if he thought that they had feelings for you.

— There was an instance where he butted into the conversation you were having with Hank. It won’t be noticeable at first, but as the years went on, he became much more impatient.

• He does use his powers occasionally to read your mind, but immediately stops if and when you catch on.

• Charles will always be considerate of your space and comfort. He realizes that he is being selfish but he does find joy whenever you have to come over to talk to him.

• While you do love him, you are also known to be incredibly stubborn which is why you felt conflicted when Charles initially asked you to be his girlfriend and then later wife.

— As your relationship advanced, so did his obsession with you.

• He wants you by his side almost every minute of the day or at least to be holding you to show that you were his. No one else. This includes but is not limited to having an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, hugging, or kissing your temple.

• Given that you’re stubborn, you always try to do things on your own since it can be a little exhausting not having any alone time. This rightfully upsets Charles.

— Don’t upset him. He’s terrifying when he’s angry. I mean, who are you to say “no” to him?

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author’s note: dang, i haven’t done headcanons in years 0-0;; sorry if i am still a little rusty. i hope this is okay.

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internetgremlin-writes · 2 years

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For Prompt Night: Charles Xavier x fem!Reader with Prompt #118: “this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

118 - "This isn't adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you"

HELLO!! I was wondering (& hoping) to see your name tonight :))

Warnings: She's actually writing Charles X content without porn?? Absolutely shocking. Uh no, no smut here, just fluff and post-Cuba content. Actually, this got way angstier than I was expecting (oops, pls feel free to request more if it's too sad)

As per usual with Charles fics, telepathic conversations are in italics.

Prompt night info and list to request a ficlet/HCs yourself here!

You were still shaking, over 24 hours after it had happened. You'd not been able to see him initially, the hospital admitting you also. You'd insisted you were fine, but the second they put you in a warm blanket and began to give you some fluids to treat you for shock, you realised very quickly that you were not fine, and you'd all but blacked out in the uncomfortable bed.

Luckily for you, your injuries were purely superficial and the sleep had been enough to see you fit enough for discharge.

Not like him.

When you found out he was still unconscious you thought you were going to be sick. They were scanning him every couple of hours, planning and cancelling and re-planning surgeries multiple times a day.

You didn't go home, you couldn't. You wouldn't shower, and you wouldn't eat unless the nurses came in and forced you to have a tray of the bland hospital mush. You sat in the chair beside his bed, still in the now ratty and dirty yellow-and-black suit you'd worn on the beach. The sand trapped in it was rubbing your skin raw in places but you couldn't really feel it. You just sat there, shaking, as you watched him lie so still.

Charles was never still. For as long as you'd known him, he did not sit still. He fidgeted, he got up and walked around, he was checking something or looking for his pen or making sure that everyone else around him was okay. His mind was too busy for a man to sit still. It was one of the many, many things you adored about him.

Charles Xavier and his stupid big heart.

It was the main reason you were in the situation you were currently in. Because stupid Charles and his stupid heart wanted to trust Erik. And all Erik wanted was blood. Any like, any respect, any anything, you'd once felt for Erik was gone. He'd done this to Charles, your Charles. He'd put him in this ugly bed with the thin sheets and the gown that made him look white as a ghost. He was the reason your Charles was laid with his black hair fanned out, hands peacefully crossed over each other, breathing so slowly that you'd burst into hysterics believing he was dead and it had taken a nurse and several sweet teas to calm you down.

If you ever saw Erik Lensherr again you'd kill him. There was no doubt about it in your mind.

You were sleeping when it happened. At first, it felt like an itch, right at the back of your head, but you recognised it instantly.

"Y/N," The voice rang in your head clear as day, a familiar weight settling into the back of your head that you hadn't realised just how much you'd missed.

You couldn't reply, because once again you were trembling and crying. Because he was alive. Nothing else mattered.

"Ow," that time it was out loud. The accent was distinctly his, but his voice was raspy from lack of use. "Dear, can you bring me a cup of water, please?" If you could have, you would, but you were currently consumed in delayed panic, the thought that he'd died so real and so fresh that it was all you could think of. You just about managed to ring the bell for the nurse before you completely collapsed.

You had to be taken out of the room for a moment for the doctors to assess Charles and for you to calm down, although that temporarily sent you further over the edge and you had to be handed a brown paper bag to breathe in. You couldn't shake the fear that was gripping you, you were completely consumed by the concept that he'd died. You didn't understand why because you'd seen him wake up, but it wasn't enough. You wouldn't believe anyone until you could touch him.

You were forced to wait an hour before you could see him. They were explaining to extent of his injuries to him, and a nurse was trying to do the same for you. You'd managed to understand and grasp onto the word paralysed, but you were in no state to process any further information. You didn't care about long term care plans, not right then.

And then you were allowed to see him.

And he was sat up, cheeks flushed once more and ruddy smile back in place and he was alive.

"Hello, Love," you nearly fell to the floor in tears again, but he was holding his hand out for you and you managed to reach out to touch him and god, he was warm and real and alive and that was enough. You threw your arms around his neck and sobbed freely into his shoulder.

Charles couldn't seem to form the words either, because although he was holding you tightly, he was whispering sweet nothings and soothing words directly into your mind.

When you finally pulled away he was wiping your tears and you were wiping his and it was a total mess, completed with a salty, wet kiss.

"I thought I lost you," was all you managed to wimper, your hands scrabbling for purchase against his skin. It wasn't sexual, you just needed to feel him. He was nodding against your skin, also clamouring for the contact.

"I know, love, I know,"

"I didn't know what I'd do-" you trailed off, unable to continue as you kissed him deeply once more.

"Let's get married,"

"No,"

"No?" You stared at him, and for a second it felt like he'd died all over again.

"No, you don't want to marry me, Y/N," you were shaking your head, tears now falling silently, gripping onto his hands as if he was going to slip through your fingers once more. "Listen to me, I love you, I love you more than you can possibly comprehend. But you don't want to marry me,"

"I do,"

"Y/N, you're in shock. That was deeply traumatic, look at you, this is just adrenaline, okay? It's relief,"

"No,"

"Yes. Look at me, I'm paralysed. I can't walk, I can't do a lot of things. I'm a burden now, and you're not to take responsibility for me, because you made a promise when you were in shock or otherwise, understand?"

You didn't understand. Charles was a constant in your life. You'd never really thought about marriage or commitments in the long term until he'd been shot in front of your eyes. You didn't realise that your entire life felt meaningless the second he wasn't in it until he wasn't in it.

You left the conversation for a few months. Giving Charles and yourself the time you needed to heal and recover. There were a lot of adaptations to be made, and lots to learn about Charles' new body. The one constant through the whole thing was that you'd not changed your mind, even for a fraction of a second.

You were laid in bed, your head on his chest as you listened to him talk you through his plans for the new school. It was the first time you'd heard the pain completely leave his voice, filled only with excitement for the future he was building for his world. He paused to look down at you for a second.

"It wasn't adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you,"

There was a pregnant pause in the air

"I know,"

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iguana-eyanna · 2 years

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A King Can't Survive Without His Queen

Pairing: Charles Xavier x pregnant reader

Summary: Charles's past decisions start to creep up on the life he desperately wanted.

Warning: drug mentions, pregnancy complications, miscarriage mentions, medical references

It was quiet in the library.

Any other day, you would have liked the quiet. No kids were studying or trying to escape from something like class. As the head librarian, you caved in to have these kids stay longer. You made them focus on something more interesting than have them worry about what's bugging them.

Unfortunately, that wasn't ideal advice as you couldn't focus on the book in front of you. You kept on staring at the clock on the wall, seeing that it's only a few more minutes to visit Hank down at the laboratory.

Realizing you can't just burn your eyes through the clock, you got up from your seat. You suddenly felt dizzy, as you caught the edge of the table to stable yourself.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. As your thumb brushed back and forth across your sweater, your hands soon cradled the bottom of your protruding belly.

"We'll be okay." you whispered to yourself and your unborn baby.

Soon, you walked to the elevator and went downstairs alone.

The lab's doors opened for you, and you see Hank setting up.

"Hey." He says, giving you a sympathetic look.

"Hi." You said, hugging him.

He lets go and looks at you. "Is Charles coming?" he asks.

You fold your lips inward, shaking your head no.

Hank bowed his head, feeling bad.

"I'll let you get situated, you can lie down when you're ready."

You look behind him to see the folded hospital gown that was on the examination bed. You walked beside him and got dressed behind a curtain. Once you were ready, you slowly walk to the bed and lied down, only staring at the blank ceiling.

"You didn't eat any food in the past two hours?" He asks, as he starts prepping your IV.

"No, I made sure I followed procedure." You said.

You followed Hank's guidelines seriously. You made sure of it.

As Hank prepares, your thoughts started to flood your mind.

"I haven't seen him all day." You said out loud.

Hank stops what he's doing, looking down at his shoes.

"He should be here with you." Hank said with disappointment.

All you could was feel a pang in your chest.

"He blames himself, Hank. He can't even look me in the eye because he knows he'll fall apart. I can't do that to him, not now or ever."

Charles finally found himself again after everything he's been through. After the incident at the White House, he immediately started school again. Students began their studies and training, and soon, the school became a home again.

But Charles knew he had to do one more thing:

He had to make things right with you.

Your relationship was fairly new after the events of his accident on the island. Although he tried to move on from it, it was a hard recovery. Charles often woke up in a bead of sweat, screaming. He could still feel the bullet going through him.

Worst of all, his friend did it and just left him.

You tried your best to help but he didn't want it. He said he needed to stand on his two feet, and so he did.

Hank created a serum that could make him walk again, but it cost Charles to suppress his telepathy. He didn't even think for a second about the precautions before he took it without warning.

He thought he'd be happier. He could walk with you hand in hand without people giving you weird stares at the park or have your first dance together as he planned to propose.

But he became different.

He took the serum like it was drinking water for him, and you didn't like it. This wasn't the man that you fell in love with. You two often got into arguments, for days on end. You know addiction when you see it, and how it corrupts a person.

He got angry, but it was more at himself than at you. He knew that he had a problem. He just wanted to feel normal, or just feel something. But all he felt was sadness when you decided it was time to leave.

You can't see the man you love the most succumb in his own hurt and pride.

Then one day as you were heading out of your small apartment, Charles was at the door in his chair.

"I was a fool to lose you once, I don't think I can bear the thought of losing you again." he said.

Charles knew he was far from forgiveness, but you somehow stayed.

Soon, you moved back to the school and resumed your position. It wasn't long when you and Charles tied the knot, only inviting close family and friends for the small ceremony.

You two finally found your happily ever after.

But happily ever after never lasts forever.

Hank was done setting up, as he was getting ready for the procedure.

"Do you want me to go over what's going to happen next?" Hanks asks.

You shake your head no and he sits next to you on a steel stool.

"I know it's scary, you weren't planning this and-"

"Hank." You interrupted.

He could now see how your eyes became red and puffy.

"I don't need you delaying the inevitable." You whimpered.

"You may undergo so many complications. This medicine I made hasn't been tested. I can't risk losing two lives."

You look down at your belly, a teardrop falling down on your gown.

"Then save theirs." You said.

Hank looked grim, but he stood up to get ready for the procedure, picking up a long needle containing the serum.

You lay down on the bed, getting ready.

"I believe in you." You said to Hank with a trustful gaze.

Hank took a deep breath and prepped you, then inserted the needle through your IV.

You forced yourself not to cry, choosing to bite your tongue and close your eyes. He took away the needle, quickly got a wand, and performed a quick sonogram.

Looking at the screen, you saw your baby. Their heartbeat was loud and strong.

"We won't know any results until further on, but for now everything looks good."

You realized you were holding your breath until you had to draw some air. You were somehow relieved, but you knew that other tests were ahead.

All you had to do was wait.

Hank encouraged you to sleep and it wasn't until you immediately drifted off. He then stepped out for a moment, feeling angry.

This shouldn't be happening to you, Hank blamed himself for making that suppressant for him and Charles. He didn't realize that the negative effects could be passed down genetically. You and your baby's health were in jeopardy. He rushed to make the medicine since he diagnosed you as you came into his office a week ago, unconscious. Charles had to carry you in his arms all the way down to the lab. Your husband was yelling at you to wake up and even tried using his powers.

But you didn't wake up till the morning after.

That changed you and Charles when Hank gave you the results of why you were having intense symptoms. He should have done something sooner, and that's why he chose to do this procedure alone.

But that didn't mean you had to be here by yourself with no support, you wanted someone to tell you everything will be okay. He tried what he could, but he knew it wasn't enough.

He looked down at the wristband as it was connected to your heart monitor. As long as it didn't beep like hell, he knew you were fine.

He storms off upstairs, feeling his anger build up.

It was now around nighttime, and he was glad that most of the kids were sleeping.

He takes a sharp left and found the room he was looking for.

Hank almost rips off the doors of the personal study as he found Charles staring off in the distance by the window.

"You really need to get over yourself." Hank gritted.

Charles doesn't look away, not even flinching at Hank's words.

Hank scoffed at his friend, crossing his arms.

"She's downstairs, scared out of her mind and you can't even just stay at her bedside. What kind of husband are you?" Hank asks.

A beat pauses before Charles spoke out loud.

"A husband that couldn't even protect his own child."

At that moment, Hank lost all of his anger.

Charles turns around, now looking at something in his hand. He tosses it to Hank. He looks down and realized it was the past vial from the suppressant.

"I kept that with me, as a reminder of the mistakes I made. I was supposed to help people, and instead, I only cared about my wants. Lastly, I let go of the best thing that happened to me.

It was a miracle that she wanted me back. She saw that I was changing for the better. But I'm still that selfish man."

Hank goes up to him, sitting in a chair.

"It's not your fault, Charles. We couldn't have possibly known the suppressant-"

Charles looks at his friend, tears brimming in his eyes.

"I should have tested myself before we got married. And she's downstairs fighting for our baby's life, Hank. I am the cause of her pain. I can't forgive myself if we lose our baby."

Charles roughly wipes his face.

"All of the signs were there, and I was too blind to see it. Her sudden fatigue, throwing up every single hour, the dark bags under her eyes. Then in the middle of the night, I- I thought she was coming back to bed. Then when I saw her on the floor, not moving..."

Both men were silent. They were both guilty of what happened. But that didn't mean they should be strangled within it.

"Is... Is she alright?" Charles asks.

"She's a fighter. Even told me off, not wanting to waste a single second for the procedure."

Charles chuckles.

Hank gets up and places a hand on Charles.

"Be with her." Hank said before he made his way out, letting Charles alone with his thoughts.

But one thing was for certain, a king can't survive without his queen.

A few hours later, you started to wake up. Your eyes fluttered open, glad that the lab lights were dimmed to your likeness. You then hear small noises at your side, looking over to see your husband softly snoring as he placed his head near your hand.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself. Hank suddenly popped out of the blue, looking down at a clipboard. He then looks up and sees that you're awake.

"Morning." Hank said.

You give him a small smile, but your eyes go back to your husband.

"How long has he been here?" You ask.

"He came down an hour after you fell asleep, almost pulled an all-nighter."

You look down and softly whispered to your husband.

"Charles." You said.

He slightly stirs till he flutters his eyes.

"Hi..." he says in a groggy tone.

He rubs his eyes and look at Hank.

"Is there any update on her test results?" Charles asks.

Hank smiles brightly, bringing his clipboard in the air to showcase it.

"There's no more trace of the old serum. Her bloodstream is clean along with the baby."

Your hand flies to your abdomen, relieved to hear the amazing news. Your other hand grabs Charles' hand, squeezing it.

"Thank you, Hank." You said through happy tears.

"Of course. And because this was a success, I'd like to give the medicine to Charles too, just in case you guys want to try for more kids along the way."

Charles nods his head vigorously. "Let's do it." he said.

"Good, I'll make another dose for tomorrow."

You can sense how Charles must feel horrible right now, and the way he slept didn't do much good.

"Do you think we're able to head upstairs?" You ask.

"Yeah, you two can settle back in your room anytime." Hank said as he left you two.

You turn in the other direction and see a new pair of clothes waiting for you. You swing your legs out from the bed and began to stand. Charles left his spot and tried to shadow you in case you fell. You realized that your dizziness disappeared.

You then changed to your fresh clothes and you and Charles walked out, hugging Hank before you left to your shared room.

You two didn't say a word yet until you both settled in your room.

Charles didn't know when was the right to speak. In the past days, he could only blame himself for what he almost did to you and the baby. He failed to carry his wedding vows to you. You then sat on your bed, rubbing your face to eliminate the past tension and weariness.

You look up to Charles, who's about to open his mouth but the words don't come out.

"Hey, let's cuddle right now." You said, making room for Charles. He slowly makes his way to you. Finally, you found each other in your arms and held each other as much as you can with your belly on the way.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you ask out loud, breaking the silence.

Charles breaks out a chuckle, but soon his mood shifted as he began to cry.

"No, no no. Please..." You begged Charles, trying to calm his tears.

"I thought I was going to lose you again, all because of my selfishness." Charles hiccuped.

Your hand soothes the back of his head as the other brushes away his tears.

"Charles, you did nothing of that matter. We couldn't have known of the repercussions," you said.

"But I did. Hank warned me the suppressant was first of its kind, and there would be side effects that can go undetected. I didn't take them seriously, and just finding you unconscious that night..."

"Love, look at me." You said.

His teary eyes make contact with yours as you guide his free hand to your belly.

"I know you've been hurting for so long, but let's just celebrate the fact that we're here right now. We're safe in each other's arms. Whatever life throws at us, we'll be able to fight for our family because we've already been through hell. Let today be our fresh start to move on."

Charles takes in a sharp breath as he overcame his tears. You lean close and kissed. He's blown away as it felt like he was in heaven. You two draw apart and sweeps a strand of hair away from your face.

"I'll forever praise you for protecting our child and for you accepting every fragment of my broken self."

"I'd never thought you were broken, not one bit" You said.

You intertwine your hands together, as all the warmth and love started to fill both your hearts again.

He is your king and you are his queen, and nothing could tear this family apart.

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mostlymarvelgirl · 1 year

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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.

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

Day Seven: Silent panic attack

cw: panic attacks

Calm down, I'm right here with you.

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

Everything will be okay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How about four things you can touch?

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

Three things you can hear.

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

Two things you can-

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

Are you sure? We can go home?

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

I won't be a minute.

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Cuddle Up, Baby

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Warnings: angst, fire, a little fluff

Summary: cuddling, wrapped in soft blankets, in front of a fire place

You sighted as you walked through the house of the big mansion. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. It ached for the children not being able to go home. The children who were cast away by family because of who they were.

You walked down the stairs, straight to the big oak doors of his office. You didn’t bother to knock. He could feel you from afar. He told you so.

You opened his office door and walked in. You plopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. Charles smirked slightly as he saw you before it disappeared again. “I’m sorry for reading your thoughts. And yes, I have something planed for students staying at the school. Hank already bought presents. Don’t worry. Jean is responsible for the dinner. She showed me what she had in mind. Ororo will help her cook.”

You nodded slowly. Charles put his glasses down, put the exams to the side and moved over to the couch. You had a hollow look on your face. His own heartstrings were pulled by the same hurt you felt in your chest.

“You will need to help me up.” You were pulled back from the dark place of your mind as Charles’s voice echoed through your mind. You looked at him and nodded slowly.

You held him under his arms as he transferred his body from his wheelchair to the cushions of the sofa. He pulled one leg after the other up on the surface. He left some space for you to craw into. “There is a blanket on the other armrest.” You nodded before you crawled into his arms.

The warmth of him, the fire and the blanket seeped into your cold bones. Charles drew soothing patterns on your back. “You want to talk about it.” You shook your head lightly.

After a while your eyes started to water. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes threatening to fall down. “Let it go, sweetheart.” Small sobs and whimpers wrecked your body. “It’s not fair. They are so young. Why aren’t they loved by parental figures.” Charles sighted, “But they are. One of your students told me they are glad they are away from home. They never felt the love of a parent as much as they felt yours. You are their parental figure. Never forget that.” Your sobs grew stronger. Charles tried to sooth you but your whimpers wouldn’t stop.

Through your tears you whimpered, “Trust me, Charles. These tears are happy tears. I am so relieved they feel that way.” Charles kissed your head. “Close your eyes. You need to refill your energy levels so you can shower everyone in your love the next day.”

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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🥺👉👈 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.

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Marvel Masterlist

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

T'Challa

M'Baku

Namor/ K'uk'ulkan

Shang Chi

Sam Wilson

Loki

Thor

Tony Stark

Matt Murdock

Frank Castle

Off the Deep End

Billy Russo

The Right Partner *

Wanda Maximoff

Wolverine

Magneto

Xavier

Quick Silver

Druig

Makkari

Eddie Brock/Venom

Poly Pairings:

Sam x Reader x Bucky

The Chaotic Trio

Frank Castle x Reader x Matt Murdock

Just a Security Guard

Just a Security Guard Part II

Just a Security Guard Part III

Just a Security Guard Part IV

Just a Security Guard Part V

Misc

How You Meet the Avengers

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shawty-writes-a-little · 2 years

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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

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