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likoplays · 3 months
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Somehow I’m attracted to the color blue a lot. Make your characters blue and they’re 100% more attractive to me 😂
Other colors that make me go wild are yellow, red and purple.
Your character is wearing a mask? Perfect, masks are also hot! 😂
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moonlit-imagines · 1 year
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Mastermind
Raven Darkhölme x reader
warnings: alcohol ment
a/n: SORRY TOOK A MILLION YEARS
prompt: @simp-legend: “Hii, congrats on over 6k followers! Can I request for the event Mastermind by Taylor Swift for Raven Darkholme/ Mystique from X-men with a romantic relationship. Thank you, and again Congratulations on 7.5k!”
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Raven was cool, calm, calculated at all times it seemed. Nothing got under her many skins she wore throughout the time you knew her, so it should have made perfect sense that you were just another mission in the grand scheme she was once apart of.
Then again, you stuck. She left that life behind, but she took you with her.
Erik had made you a target, another lost mutant he had hoped to recruit. It was Raven’s plan, all of it. The bar, the drinks, going home together. Like I said, calculated. You talked all night, couldn’t get enough of her—but truth be told, she couldn’t get enough of you, either.
It was frustrating to hear at first after spending years together, replaying the events of that night and wondering what was true and what wasn’t. Every touch was precise, every movement a show.
“Y/N, it was a long time ago. Erik—he was…he was persuasive. You knew him, too, you know that’s just how he works.” Raven reasoned with you once she admitted the truth. “What matters is that I realized how great you were after I met you. I’m glad that he sent me on that mission or else I would have never ended up with you!”
“But you didn’t mean it.” You coldly replied, feeling like her former self for a few moments. “That first night, I meant everything. But to you? It was all a game.”
“No. No, it wasn’t. I felt what you felt, I just tried to put it aside, I couldn’t. That’s why I’m still here.” You didn’t answer her, just stared down tat her hands as she waited for you. “Erik told me not to get attached. I didn’t listen. He got worse. I left. We left. I did it for you, you mean more to me than any of that did.” She waited for you to say anything or even look at her. She didn’t understand how something so far in the past could be so world-breaking for you, but when you looked up she saw tears in your eyes, she grabbed your cheeks and cupped them gently. “I love you. I have for a long time, and I don’t wanna see you cry over something like this and ruin what we’ve had.”
“It’s just a lot to take in, Raven. Feeling like what we built on was a lie.” You shakily admitted, lightly sniffling.
“But it’s not.” She held a bit firmer and kissed your forehead. “It may not have been exactly what you had in mind, but my feelings for you were never fabricated and will never be. You are the most important thing in my life and I will go anywhere with you, that’s why I’m here now.” You sighed and half-smirked to her, which eased her anxieties. “You understand?”
“I guess. Yeah, I guess.” You mumbled. “I just feel stupid.”
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ofc-fics · 10 months
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X-Men Masterlist
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Not my Image
(Ororo Monroe/Storm)
(Jean Grey/Phoenix)
(Anna Marie/Rogue)
(Raven/Mystique)
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silly-ghostz · 2 years
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Ok hear me ok pls just listen
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She’s just so yk
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chubbygirlfics · 2 years
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The Same | Raven Darkholme
Warnings. Plus size reader! Insecure reader. Fighting, angst
Summary. Raven and you fighting but then making up
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Growing up you were never really insecure
You grown to love your body and all the flaws, curves, and dimples it had. Until you started dating… men would always tell you that you should put full body pictures on your dating apps, or tell you that you should lose some weight, and that crushed your confidence.
Then you met Raven, you’d never explored your sexuality so, you never thought to try and date woman or see if your were interested in them, But Raven showed you that your were beautiful and it didn’t matter what other people thought, the only opinion that mattered was your own.
She always asked if you ate to make sure you weren’t trying to starve yourself because this person said that or the other person said this, she wouldn’t allow it. She’d tell you everyday that your beautiful and the guy that said otherwise is just reflecting on his own insecurities.
And that was just when you were friends, when you finally realized you had strong feelings towards her you didn’t know how to express them or confess to her, thankfully for you, she’s the one who caved in first.
When you started dating you guys would always compliment and give each other praises every single day, she made sure you didn’t have to doubt yourself everyday, and you made sure that she knew she’d always be beautiful in her blue skin, and you thought it was perfect, Devine actually , she was definitely not like any other person you met and that’s what you loved about her, she knew her worth and that if anyone told her different she would stand her ground and tell them off.
But this day in-particular, you couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror, luckily raven quickly caught on that you were feeling bad, because when you have them days your always avoiding food and mirrors.
“Y/n baby, what’s wrong?” She asked in a soft tone when she heard you crying “it’s n-nothing” you sniffled wiping your tears and turning to smile at her “I know when something wrong y/n please just tell me” she looked at you with sympathetic eyes “it’s nothing you would understand raven” you snapped at her
She was shocked when you yelled at her, she felt saddened “what do you mean?” She asked in a shaky voice, but you glared at her for a moment “I’m fat raven, I’m ugly and you don’t understand what’s it’s like to be looked down on because of your appearance, I mean your perfect” you say looking away
“Y/n.” Shes says starting to get angry, why would you say that to her? When you know she knows exactly what it feels like to be stared at be whispered about, “I know what it feels like! I can’t even go in public, in my natural form! because people get scared of me and think I’m disgusting because I was born like this.” She yells
You automatically feel bad for what you said to her, because you do know she feels that why, you know that she comes home crying because she tried going out in her natural form and people ran away from her or that she just wants to be ‘normal’ and have people think good thoughts of her and think she’s pretty.
“Raven I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, it was wrong” you say trying to grab her hand but she quickly pulls it away “damn right it was” she states storming off into your shared bedroom.
You knew to wait until she cooled off, you two never really get into fights, but when you do she wants to be alone for awhile to get her head straight, and she feels betrayed right now, because you tried to invalidate her feelings, but she knew you didn’t mean it, so it’s a little less worse than what it could have been.
After you waited for a while, you decided you should go check on her
She was sitting on your shared bed just staring at the wall, you knew she was lost in her thought because I she didn’t seem to notice you walk in
You sit down beside her and in a soft tone you say “raven..I didn’t mean what I said, I know you know how I feel and I’m sorry I pushed your feelings aside. I promise I will never do it again” she looks at you with sad eyes “it’s okay, I love you y/n and I don’t want to fight like that again” she said taking you hand into hers
“I love you two raven” you share a soft kiss with her and hug it out, after that night you fully opened up to her about your feelings and she did the same, you learned that you can’t push aside other peoples feelings anymore.
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Mystique Masterlist
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zorosdimples · 2 months
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cw: brief descriptions of violence. siren ajax childe tartaglia !
it’s late afternoon as you wander around the beach of a secluded cove. the crystalline waters are calm, the foamy lap of the waves and the warbling birds the only sounds to disturb the balmy air. a seashell peeks out of the wet sand—coral spots dot the ivory helix.
as you bend down to pick up the shell, you hear it: soft laughter, bubbly and warm, though it rings directly in your ear. you look up—out toward the waves—and see a figure resting on a rock. perhaps naively, you draw closer to the stranger with the enticing voice.
you first notice the shimmering tail, a piercing lapis that rivals the splendor of the cloudless sky. its fin drags across the water in a teasing manner, as though playing a game with something beneath the surface.
the creature’s torso seems too fair for the blistering sun, but its skin is as smooth as the tide-flattened sand, smattered with freckles like broken shells. its hair is a shock of auburn that curls in every direction yet looks as beautiful as the seaweed that sways on the ocean floor.
although the creature is smiling, cheeks dimpled and azure eyes gleaming with mirth, its teeth are akin to knives. you recall the folktales you heard as a child—sirens that are as terrifying as they are gorgeous, sweet voices luring a sailor to his death. a siren’s teeth are meant to rend flesh from meat and meat from bone, to crush bone into dust.
the siren’s smile grows wider as the blood drains from your face.
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dimitrescs · 4 months
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when the villain says ta-ta~~~
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messedupfan · 1 year
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The Scarlet Witch: The Enemy Of The Nexus
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THE SCARLET WITCH IS A BEING OF UNFATHOMABLE MAGIC. SHE CAN REWRITE REALITY AS SHE CHOOSES. AND IS PROPHESIED TO EITHER RULE OR ANNIHILATE THE COSMOS.
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Platonic yandere X Men Evolution Trio Mystic, Nightcrawler and Rouge and child reader who can turn into water and control water
Ah, the bad blood trio! Two siblings who get along, and their mother who shouldn't have custody. Good mutation choice! Let's do this:
You were always kinda weird.
From the way you loved watching fish swim in tanks over petting fluffy dogs, to your interest in nothing but water and aquatic creatures. Even how you came out unharmed from being held underwater for over a minute by two bullies.
You guessed that maybe you should have known you would have water powers.
You could control water, turn into water, even connect to lakes and rivers and use all of it.
It was no wonder you were sent to the X-Men.
It wasn't too bad. Except everyone was older than you. And tall. And sometimes forgot to not say naughty words in front of you. But you did make friends!
There was Kurt, who was a fluffy cat-like mutant, but apparently humans thought he was a demon? He wasn't a demon! Thats stupid. He's nice, and kind, and let's you hug him when ever you want. Then there's who he calls his sister, Rogue! She can't touch you without her gloves on, but you think they're pretty. Plus she can take on other powers, not just one! You don't mind being with them most of the time, because they're funny. Especially when they talk about Jean and Scott.
What you didn't know was they had a mom.
She was blue like Kurt, wore a weird dress (or was it a robe?), and sounded mean when she talked. You knew this because she ended up breaking in when it was just you, Kurt and Rogue in the Institute.
"Mother, enough is enough. Go avay," Kurt says, voice quiet and even. His tail is lashing like an angry cat, and for once he isn't smiling or joking.
"Kurt, Rogue, pl-"
"Get out, Mystique! Can't you see you've caused enough problems for us!" Rogue shouts, pushing you behind her.
"Rogue, that is no way to talk to- Wait. Who is that you are hiding?" asks the blue woman, who takes a step closer.
"Mother. If you take one step closer, you vill regret it," Kurt warns. That still doesn't stop her.
"They said leave!" you yell hotly, and with a flick of your hand, the water from a nearby cup flies out- and right into her face.
It's quieter for a moment-
And then the two teens burst out laughing.
"Okay! THAT was comedy!" Kurt giggles, while Mystique is sputtering and wiping water from her face.
"That is enough. I didn't realize you had a new mutant with you," the woman says, but she doesn't move any closer. "I'll be keeping an eye on you." And just like that- she's gone.
"Am I in trouble?"
"Nah, sugah. But the big mean lady will be."
"Yay!"
After that incident, you're stuck with a babysitter no matter what. Thats usually Kurt, and if he isn't available, it's Rogue. They're fun to play with, especially since they find new ways to play games-
"... Three... Two... One... Ready or not, here I come!"
You laugh as you squeeze together into the hollow of the tree you're hiding in. Since you all have superpowers, the goal is to use the game with them. That meant you flooded the fountain and the pool, so that would keep anyone busy who found it.
Except the person who finds you isn't one you were expecting to see.
"Child," greets Mystique, bending down to look at you. "It seems I've found you. Does that mean I win?" She smiles, but her eyes aren't quite right.
"Oh, you're the Blue Fairy."
"The... what?"
"You're the Blue Fairy. You enchanted Kurt and tried to put a spell on Rogue, and you don't like others."
"... And what if I said I liked Kurt and Rogue? And that I liked you?"
"You do?"
"Why, yes... You three are very powerful, strong mutants. And only the strongest will win."
"... I'm not sure that's how hide-and-seek works..."
"Well-"
"GET AWAY FROM THEM!"
That is the end of hide-and-seek.
And the end of being on your own.
Kurt is always keeping his tailed wrapped around your wrist, or holding your hand in his, while Rogue is keeping the two of you in her sight. The other X-Men try to help, but Mystique keeps slipping past, always trying to see one of you, and with a different face each time.
You really hope she leaves faster. You're not sure how many more times you can splash her with water before she melts, like the evil fairy witch from the wizard movie.
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callsignangelxx · 7 months
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Dark Phoenix
Logan Howlett x Fem!Phoenix force!OFC
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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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Obvious [Part Four]
Prompt/Summary: You’re an empath, he’s a telepath. You might not be able to know what he’s thinking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling it.
Pairing: Charles Xavier x Female Reader
Warnings: s m u t [shower sex, oral sex female receiving]
Word Count: 6,500. This was supposed to be a pretty short chapter. I don't know what happened
Previous Parts: One || Two || Three
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26 hours. 
It was supposed to be better.  You’d told yourself it would be better.  Now that you and Charles had established it wasn’t a one-time thing and that he did like you.  It had been 26 hours since your encounter in his study and the only thing you could confidently decide on was that it was most certainly not better. 
You were in the library, trying to read up on something - you couldn’t remember what - for Charles’ research.  It was cool and dark in your corner, the beams of light that usually illuminated the whole space were sliding down the far wall as the sun was setting.  Good you thought; you needed it cool and dark as you pressed your head against the wall you were next to with a groan.  Tracing the bruises along your collarbones you could have sworn he was in front of you, biting down on the soft flesh and your back ached as if he still had you pressed against the hard edge of his desk.  Images, filthy images, of what he had done to you just hours before were flashing through your mind on repeat and you felt drunk on the memories.  Your skin was still on fire, even after a cold shower and two naps. 
To say that you were plagued by Charles Xavier would have been an understatement.  The hold he had on you now felt inescapable, as if your entire being was tuned into his bandwidth and you were stuck there like a bug in a spiderweb.  So much so that you were just slipping back into your thoughts, replaying the study encounter once more, when you heard the heavy oak door creek and footsteps on the floorboards. You shot upright, hastily grabbing the closest paper to you and trying to neutralise your thoughts before you were caught red-faced.  However, the voice that called out to you wasn’t the one you were expecting. 
“Y/N, are you in here?”
Raven’s voice made you jump, much more than you’d have been willing to admit.  Papers slid off the narrow desk space as your knees smacked the underside with surprising force.  You scrambled to catch them, but even so, any composure you had was long gone so you kept your head down and busied yourself with collecting the debris surrounding you as you listened to Raven’s footsteps advance.  You knew you should have answered, but you couldn’t form the words; your mouth suddenly dry and tacky.  You decided you would rather face Charles after your sudden decision to run away a thousand times rather than confront his childhood best friend even once. 
Raven rounded the last corner and stood at the end of the tall row of bookshelves you had squirrelled yourself away into, and you knew that you were completely powerless.  She was taller than you, stronger than you, and a much better fighter than you.  If she’d come to give you a piece of her mind, you thought, dying in a library didn’t sound like the worst way to go.  At least you would look cool, you consoled yourself, your dead body sprawled out amongst the ancient books.  You decided to steel yourself for the worst, sucking in what you assumed to be one of your last breaths and concentrating everything on your power.  You were rusty but with all the distractions lately, you had not been practising as Charles frequently told you to do.  Calm and friendly, calm and friendly, calm and friendly you repeated the mantra in your head, hoping and praying that even if you couldn’t reach her you were at least able to manipulate the atmosphere around you. 
“Hi,” getting the word out took more than you were willing to admit.  Your voice caught in your dry throat and stuck to your teeth as you forced yourself to look up into her yellow eyes.  For a second you thought you saw a flicker of something that wasn’t pure hatred. 
“I just-” she started, but her voice caught too.  She coughed.  It was short and sharp, her face turned to look out of the window where there was no longer any sunlight, her profile thrown harsh contrast as she did.  “I came to tell you dinner is ready,” as much as you hated to admit it, you were stunned.  Of all the ways you had imagined this going, it was the last thing you had expected.
“Oh, er, thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed.  You hoped she couldn’t see your red face, but you knew better. 
“We barely see you eat anymore, it’s worrying m- everyone…” she trailed off, but you knew she was right.  You had been regularly skipping meals, instead opting for snacks in the unsociable hours, and the few times you had managed to attend the group dinner times, you had spent them sitting picking at your food and waiting for it to end. 
“Yeah, no, I’m-” it was awkward, and you didn’t need to be an empath to work that out.  The tension between the two of you was palpable and both of you were speaking as if every word had been carefully and delicately selected.  “I’m just gonna tidy up here and then I’ll come,” Raven gave a stiff nod of understanding.  She cast a sweeping glance over the mess in your corner and turned on her heel to leave.  Something gripped you and you found yourself finally acting like a normal person and speaking before thinking.
“Hey, Raven?” she stopped, didn’t turn but her shoulder twitched and you knew you had her attention.  “Thanks,” you hoped the word was enough, that it said silently all the things you needed to say.  You could have sworn you saw a minute nod before she continued on, and in two strides she melted into blue shadows.  You held your breath as you listened to her retreat until you heard the doors shut and alone in the library once more. 
You let out the breath in a heavy sigh and tried to roll the tension out of your neck and shoulders.  Deciding that not showing up for dinner and having Raven find you for a further one-to-one talk was infinitely worse than whatever awkwardness was to be dealt with over dinner, you stayed true to your promise and quickly organised your research into a pile of books and a pile of notes stacked neatly on the desk you’d claimed as your spot.  Plus, there was a little tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Charles again.  Whilst you were glad that you could finally think about him without the sad weight of knowing what you’d had with him was a one-off thing, now you couldn’t stop thinking about the next time you’d get to have him.  Shaking your head you left the library and decided to head up to your room to wash up and change clothes quickly. 
Dinner, as you discovered rapidly, was exactly what you needed to do.  Charles was finally out of the extreme absorption phase of his project and had decided that human interaction was necessary to some degree, so it was a full table.  Any nerves you had immediately faded when the chaos that was feeding a collection of late-teenage superheroes commenced.  Fighting for seats, fighting for plates, squabbling over serving sizes even though there was plenty to go around and then some.  You found yourself between Darwin and Charles himself.  You expected yourself to be haywire, as was the effect he usually had on you but instead you found a renewed confidence.  Maybe Raven knew you’d slept together, but as far as she was aware it was just the once and no one else gave any indication they knew what was going on between you and the young professor.  He acknowledged you with a warm smile, which you returned, before becoming engaged in your own spirited conversations.  Perhaps it was knowing that at the end of the day you were the one he was coming undone over, or maybe it was the way when his arm brushed yours you felt like you were full of static electricity. 
You had to admit it felt good to be able to be yourself in the group once more, even as you had to duck to avoid a swiftly placed soundwave from Sean aimed at Darwin.
“Hey now,” it was Charles interrupting the ruckus with his rapidly developing teacher voice.  “No powers at the dinner table,” Sean muttered an apology but you didn’t miss the shit-eating grin shared between the younger boys, and neither did Raven who caught your eye when she realised you too had noticed.  For a fraction of a second, she flicked a smile at you, before turning her attention back to Hank and Erik.  
“Actually, while I have everybody’s attention please,” Charles started again and you found yourself twisting in your seat to see his face better.  The knee that pressed itself against yours almost made you blush.  “As you will have noticed I have been rather preoccupied with some research, and I realise now that it was in error that I left you all to your own devices,” he cast a disapproving gaze around the small group, but there was a playfulness in him that told you he wasn’t serous “So, from tomorrow we will be going back to training.  One-to-one’s will be with me at the same time as we used to, and group training will be split between myself and Erik from now on,” there was a slight shift in the air at the mention of Erik’s name. 
“But surely we don’t-” Raven began, but she was quickly shut down.
“Yes, you do,” Charles gave her a knowing look and she quietened down with nothing more than an eye roll.  “Tomorrow morning, 10 am.  I want to see everyone on the front lawn,” 
You sighed internally, group training meant combat training and you had to admit that squirrelling yourself away and avoiding exercise in general had suited you over the last week.  Still, as the chatter died down and the group started to disperse after dessert, you found yourself with a pleasantly full stomach and looking forward to the following morning.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting from Charles that night, the exact details of your arrangement were still vague at least to you.  You knew he wouldn’t initiate in front of the others, so when you finally rose from the table and bid the remaining Raven, Charles, Erik and Hank good night you weren’t entirely surprised that you got nothing more than a ‘good night’ in return and eye contact that was held for perhaps half a second too long.  You waited around in your room for a little while, wasted time in the bathroom and then tried to occupy yourself with a book to see if he would come to your room, but he didn’t.  You supposed you could have called out to him telepathically, but you didn’t want to come across as desperate.  What you and Charles had established felt fragile, so early in its life that the slightest turbulence could shatter it.  You didn’t want to be constantly running to him, even if deep down that was what you wanted.  In the end, you could feel your eyes becoming so heavy that you slipped a bookmark into the leatherbound novel you were fighting your way through and drifted into an empty sleep. 
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You were glad you didn’t have any dreams that night because, much to your surprise, you woke up to your alarm clock on time and actually felt well-rested and ready to at least face whatever Charles had in store for you. 
Your enthusiasm quickly wore off when you found the group of grey-sweatsuit-clad mutants on the front lawn, all eyeing up a suspicious pile of clutter on the lawn that Charles, also dressed in his sports clothes, was in the middle of.  You followed his movements for a moment and realised that it wasn’t a pile of junk, but some kind of pattern.  When you spotted the dumbbells your stomach sank right through to the floor.  The only thing you hated more than combat training was plain workouts.  Before you could finish the half-baked plan to sneak around the back of the house an amused voice spoke from the back of your mind. 
“Don’t even think about it,”  You rolled your eyes, huffing playfully at the intrusion and deciding to show Charles that you were sulking with him by refusing to answer him, verbally and mentally.  You didn’t get a chance to see if he found you funny or not, and you tried to ignore the little twinge in your chest as he turned and said something to Erik, before calling the small group’s attention.
“Right, good morning everyone, I trust you all slept well,” Charles started, an almost alarming shine in his bright blue eyes.  There was an almost unanimous grumble.
“Why are we here, Charles?”  Raven cut him off, straight to the point.  Typically, Charles was unfazed and responded by rolling back onto his heels, hands folded behind his back, with a light chuckle. 
“Thank you, Raven.  I thought we’d get back into the swing of things with something nice and easy, so today there are no powers involved.  It’s just a simple circuit.  Now I need everyone to split off into pairs,” Charles explained the basic premise of the training circuit he had set up.  It consisted of twelve ‘stations’ that you were to work around in pairs, each station having a different workout exercise to complete.  You were to do the full circuit three times each.  You had a feeling that you and Charles had different definitions of ‘nice and easy’.
There was a tap on your shoulder and you turned happily, expecting to see Charles waiting to partner up with you, however, the hand on your shoulder was blue. 
“Wanna be my partner?”  You couldn’t stop the grin that broke out on your face, so relieved that Raven had sought you out once more, and was actually keen to work with you.  You accepted gratefully and moved to stand closer together.  You could have sworn you caught Charles watching the interaction from the corner of his eye. 
Much to your surprise, the circuit training was suspiciously enjoyable, although Raven was largely to take responsibility for that.  After a few minutes of awkwardly working in silence, you couldn’t help but snort as you caught Alex collapse onto his face mid-push up.  Raven had spotted him too and before you knew it the pair of you were struggling to control yourselves through stifled giggles.  Charles had come over several times to remind the two of you that you were supposed to be focusing on moving your bodies, not your mouths, but Raven morphed into his form when his back was turned and started mocking him in an uncanny way that had you almost unable to stand you were laughing so hard. 
It was the first time you had felt truly relaxed for as long as you could remember, and you were just having mindless, girly fun.  The exercises were none too interesting and you were capable of completing them all fairly easily, with Raven spotting you on some of the weighted exercises and then you did the same for her.  Charles passed you during the sit-up station, where you were actually pushing yourself and making good time.
“Nice form, Y/N,” his gaze felt suspiciously searing, and you had a feeling he was staring directly at your breasts and not your form at all.  The rapid wave of arousal that pierced the air around you and faded as he retreated was enough to confirm it.  Raven looked at you with raised eyebrows on your next rise. 
“He was so staring at you,”
“He’s training us,” you responded, trying and most likely failing to sound nonchalant as you rose again. 
“You know what I mean,” you tensed, trying to force yourself to continue and complete the set.  You weren’t sure how to react given that last time Raven had sussed out that there was something going on between you and Charles it had not ended well, so what came next completely threw you off.  “I think he likes you,” 
You were glad your set ended and you were able to get up and swap positions with Raven, supporting her whilst she began her set of sit-ups.  You managed a non-commital shrug at her comment, but didn’t answer.
“Do you like him?”  she asked, her face was set and she was starting to pant through the exertion of the exercise, but there was no malice coming from her and the atmosphere hadn’t changed.  You figured it was safe to laugh.
“What are we, middle schoolers?”  That made Raven laugh too and the pair of you moved onto another station with a new topic, this time ‘Is Hank Actually Ripped Or Can He Just Lift That Much Because He’s Tall?’ 
By the time the session ended you were exhausted, sweating profusely alongside your peers and all out of breath.  For some reason, Erik knew and was able to lead a series of cool-down stretches, and then before you knew what was happening you were being dismissed to the showers.  You fell into step with Raven, bunched in the middle of the group surrounded by the slightly younger boys. 
“It’s a shame there’s more than enough showers for everyone huh, Y/N?”  Alex caught your eye, a wicked grin making its way across his features.  If it was anyone else you would have panicked, but Alex’s room was close to yours on the second floor, and after two accidents where he had wandered into the bathroom that had been labelled yours instead of his, it had become a bit of a running joke that he was trying his utmost to see you naked.  You shoved his shoulder playfully and told him to try his luck with Hank instead.
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Your bathroom was one of your favourite places in the house.  It wasn’t the biggest, but it was one of the few spaces that was all yours.  It, like most of the rooms in the house, had been decorated grandly, with black and white tiled floors and dark green walls.  You didn’t have a bath, but you didn’t mind because the shower space was plenty large enough and had two surprisingly tasteful glass walls to make up the corner.  You’d placed a plant on the high windowsill and opposite your shower was an impressive, inbuilt vanity with a large mirror across the back and a sink built into the white marble countertop.  
You were just relaxing under the pressure of the hot water on your used muscles, deeply grateful for the Xavier family’s seemingly endless supply of money and their ability to run eight hot, powerful showers at once.  You ran your hands over your face and back, scraping the water away from your eyes and slicking your hair back like a supermodel when there was a soft knock on your door.  You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face and shook your head with a little laugh. 
“Go away, Alex!” 
There wasn’t an immediate answer and you assumed it was one of his silly games to wind you up.  But the sudden feeling that gripped you made you gasp and stop in your tracks; because there was only one person who could convince you that there was a second pair of hands sliding up and down your body, taking advantage of the feeling of your wet skin.
Your mouth went dry, but you couldn’t stop the way your stomach tightened in anticipation.  Without turning the water off you leant as far forward as you could and just managed to unlock the door before turning your back and going about your business as if no one was there.  You made a deliberate point of putting far too much soap on your loofah so that you covered your whole body in the soft white bubbles.  You heard the door click, and the sound of the bolt sliding back across, so you made a point of swaying your hips to some invisible music as you made your routine a display. 
“Quite the show,” he murmured, the soft English accent finally convincing you to throw your head over your shoulder, still not letting him see you from the front.  He had already discarded the grey sweater and was stood shirtless with the matching grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.  His eyes were completely trained on your body with his head tilted to the side and lips pursed as he appreciated you.  You sent him a soft smile, eyes half-closed in anticipation of the bliss soon to come.  
You decided to play the long game, refusing to acknowledge him further and instead turning back under the stream of water.  That wasn’t to say that you weren’t totally tuned in to his every movement.  You could have sworn you could feel everything he did behind you.  So you weren’t entirely surprised when you felt a hand land on your hip.  This time it was real, warm and tingly and rubbing circles into your soft wet skin, pulling at you gently.  You gave in to the pressure, because if you were being honest there was no way you could resist it, finally spinning around.
You came chest to chest with Charles, your hands landing on his shoulders.  He didn’t hesitate for a second, pressing kisses along your neck, working his way up and across your jaw as you sighed and tilted your head back to provide him easier access.  He trailed up the side of your face until his mouth was right by your ear.  His hand was still massaging your waist. 
“Is this all for me?”  He murmured, so close his lips just ghosted across the shell of your ear, his hot breath on your damp skin making you shiver.  Any facade of self-control immediately shattered, and yet again you were putty in his hands.  You managed a silent nod, swallowing hard, your heart hammering in your chest.  Charles pushed you slightly, edging you to take a step back and to the side so that he could submerge himself under the stream of water beside you.  The soap suds were rapidly sliding off you as you too ducked back under the shower.  Charles watched them work their way down your body. 
Something felt different, you noticed.  There was a palpable tension that you both seemed to be skirting around.  Maybe it was because it was the first time you had both been voluntarily naked in front of each other without immediately moving on to sex, maybe it was because this was the first time you’d found each other without at least one of you in urgent need.  Charles’ tongue darted out to moisten his pink lips.  He was still holding your waist with one hand, his free hand reaching up to push his hair back away from his eyes.  It looked jet black under the water, and you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching up to touch it.  You watched his Adam's Apple bob, and his pupils dilate in front of you.  Your hand stayed in his hair. 
Something snapped, you felt it, and before you could think any further you grabbed him, pulling him down into a heavy kiss.  Charles immediately sprang to life, pulling you into him as close as he could, his other hand wrapping around your neck to hold you in place.  He groaned lowly into your mouth, to which you responded by opening your own mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue inside.  You sighed in response, your hands roaming freely, enjoying the way the water made his skin slick to the touch. 
“God, you have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this,” his mouth fell away from yours, the words punctuated by sloppy kisses along your skin.  He chased a water droplet along the grove of your neck with his tongue, an action that made your knees buckle as you let out a high pitched whine.  Charles tightened his grip on you with ease, refusing to let you fall.  Through the foggy cloud taking over your mind, you managed to pull out a retort. 
“About midway through the workout, by my estimations,”  you felt his lips curve into a smile from where they hovered just at the top of your breast, his hands now occupied with the newly lubricated flesh.  He rose at his own pace, painfully slowly, and pulled you close once more.  A well-placed thigh between your legs provided you with some pressure and you didn’t hesitate in rolling your hips down onto it, a wanton sigh escaping you at how quickly he could turn you on.  Charles looked at you, properly.  Deep into your eyes as if he were searching your face for something.  His eyes were dark, drinking in your appearance. 
“And then some,” his voice was low, an almost dangerous edge creeping into it.  He removed his leg from in between yours, ignoring the small noise of protest you made and walked you backwards with his hands on your hips until your back was pressed into the corner of the shower.  The water was hot enough that even though you were no longer directly under the jet you were perfectly warm.  Charles didn’t reward you with his thigh again, instead capturing your lips once more, but before you could cling to him he was away.  He sank down, leaving sloppy kisses full of teeth and tongue against your wet skin until he was on his knees in front of you, his mouth dangerously close to where you were aching for him most. 
He guided you softly, encouraging you to lift your left leg and hook it over his shoulder, forcing you to lean back and give him unlimited access to you.  The arm that wasn’t wrapped around your thigh was pressed against the softness of your lower stomach, keeping you in place with gentle pressure.  You weren’t sure what to do initially with your hands as you let yourself relax into the new position.  Eventually one of them tangled in his sodden hair, keeping a firm grip.  The other found a place on the wall, supporting yourself as best you could.  Charles interrupted you from where you were settling into things by dropping his head and blowing quickly on your sex. 
The shot of cold air against your exposed skin made you gasp, your head snapping forward to train your attention back on the man in front of you.  Apparently, that was what he wanted because he was waiting for you. 
“I want you to watch,” he almost purred “See how good you taste to me,” his mouth was inching closer to you with every word, the anticipation coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach.  You nodded, your skin burning with the request but you weren’t uncomfortable.  Charles never did anything to make you uncomfortable.  
“Shit,”
He started by licking an experimental stripe along the outside of your vulva, tantalisingly close but still not quite there.  You could tell from the warmth between your legs that you were already soaked, and he confirmed your suspicions by easing his tongue between your folds and swiping up towards your clit in one easy movement.  You gasped, your eyes instinctively closed and your head fell backwards as electricity crackled up your spine.  Just as quickly as you gave in to the feeling, you felt Charles pull back. 
“I said watch,” all playfulness was gone from his tone.  He refused to so much as touch you until he had your full attention once more.  “Good girl,” that was enough to make you melt, and you watched him transfixed as he moved back towards you.
Trying to focus on Charles whilst he ate you out like you were his final meal was a challenge.  He left nothing to the imagination, making a show of tasting you, swallowing any of your excesses and moaning as he did so.  He was perfectly focused, zeroed in on your clit with accuracy that had you unable to manage more than a string of curse words and his name on repeat.  His eyes were closed, leaving you to admire the thick lashes, flushed cheeks and dark hair that was now a complete mess and plastered to the top of his head.  He alternated between working you with his tongue and sucking you into his mouth in what was almost a kiss.  The sensation of his teeth grazing your clit irregularly had you tensing in the best way.  It took an alarmingly short time for you to grip him tighter, trying to utter out a warning as your breathing became more shallow and your voice trailed off.  Charles responded with a moan that vibrated through you, picking up the intensity even more so to the point where you were a trembling mess. 
His eyes opened, trained on your features and you felt paralysed, the intensity of the orgasm building within you too close to risk looking away.  Watching him watch you was enough to do it.  You didn’t even get time to warn him as you jolted, the orgasm crashing over you before you even knew it was hitting you.  Both of his hands were gripping your hips, guiding you in grinding on his face as his tongue worked relentlessly. 
“Oh my god, Charles!” 
You felt him chuckle against you at your volume, which only added to the sensations flowing through you, making your legs shake.  Your hands were fisted hard in his hair, desperately trying to find something, anything, to ground you.  You couldn’t maintain eye contact as much as you wanted to, your eyes rolling back into your head and your whole body trembling with the force.  Charles stilled, using his hands to guide your movements to a slowing stop.  He kissed you gently, tidying up after himself and even cupping a hand to collect some water and wipe away the mess that had spilled over onto your thighs.  
The second he rose back up to standing you threw yourself at him, arms circling around his neck and pulling him as close to you as you could.  Charles reciprocated the energy, pulling you towards him and kissing you with a desperate aggression, the taste of yourself faint in his mouth.  You could feel him then, hard and ready against your leg, unable to stop himself from moving against you.  He grabbed the back of your thighs, indicating for you to jump for him and you did. 
Charles tried to catch you from the jump and press you against the wall once more, this time level with him.  However, the addition of water on tiled floors caused him to lose the strength in his footing and the pair of you wobbled for a second.  He managed to pin you against the wall in a rapid correction, but your confidence was a little knocked.  Charles continued to attack you with kisses on any part of your skin he could reach but especially your neck.  You couldn’t help but imagine the pair of you tumbling to the floor in a tangle of sprained limbs and broken bones. 
“Hey,” it was Charles speaking in your head, “I won’t let anything happen to you,” you nodded against his lips, and he reciprocated but stepped back to let you down, reaching behind you as he did to turn off the shower.  You looked at him quizzically, not quite ready for the moment to end entirely, but he didn’t offer you any explanation.  Instead, he stepped out of the shower and held out his hand for you to take and he led you across the small space to the vanity.  Pleased to be out of the slip zone you understood what he wanted and allowed him to help you perch on the countertop just beside your sink.  The marble was cold on your skin, making you shiver pleasantly in comparison to the hot humid air surrounding you.
Charles stepped between your open legs, and for a second you were reminded of his office two days before, before he caught you in such a heated kiss that everything else left your mind instantly.  You felt one of his hands move downwards, and judging by the slight movements you could feel of his arm against your leg, he was stroking himself as you made out like a pair of out of control teenagers.  His other hand snuck along your inner thigh, his thumb making contact with your sensitive clit causing you to jolt.  His fingers danced between your folds, toying with you and winding you up as his tongue entered your mouth, easily dominating you.  Two fingers pushed into you, and you felt yourself gasp, the feel of something finally inside of you enough to make your walls clench.  Charles was making no effort to make you cum again, however.  He was deliberately playing with you, refusing to stick to a regular rhythm as he worked you alongside himself.  It didn’t take you long before you couldn’t stand the feeling,
“Charles,” you whined, capturing his attention.  He looked up at you, a mischievous grin on his features.  He didn’t remove his fingers from inside you, and he didn’t let go of himself either.
“Ask for it,” 
“I need you,” he raised an eyebrow, only half satisfied with your response. “Please,” you added with a breathy sigh. 
You thought he was going to lean forward to kiss you, but instead, he swerved past you.  You turned to watch with interest as he reached behind you and wiped a large patch clean in the fogged up mirror that made up the back of the vanity unit.  “Trust me,” he spoke in your mind at your clear moment of confusion, before helping you down from your seat.
Charles pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before smoothly spinning you around.  You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and suddenly it clicked into place.  Charles walked you forwards until you were able to lean forward on the counter, his breath hot on your neck as he took his position behind you.  He pushed into you with ease and you couldn’t stop the moan that escaped you at the pleasantness of the stretch.  The sensation almost took your breath away, and before Charles even began to move your breaths were coming in shallow and the familiar sensation of an orgasm building within you began to swell. 
“Christ, Y/N,” he forced out through gritted teeth as he withdrew his hips and pushed back into you a couple of times before settling into a rhythm.  With your legs pressed together and your back bent over the counter he felt significantly larger than usual inside of you, and you could only manage small whimpers in response to the overwhelming sensations.  The air was virtually stifling, aside from the small seconds of relief as icy cool drops of condensation landed on your skin.  One of Charles’ hands had made their way to your front and he was gently rolling a nipple between his fingers, making the hairs along the back of your neck stand on end.  His other hand landed sharply on your backside, drawing out a soft “oh,” from  you and the warm tingling patch left had you almost blushing.  Charles was speeding up too, moving at an almost relentless pace. 
“Look at me,” the demand made you look up into the mirror once more and the sight before you was almost enough to have you collapsed screaming over the vanity in itself.  You were a mess, eyes blown wide with a blush across your cheeks that extended down your neck and across your shoulders, mouth open in pure pleasure.  If you were a mess, Charles was something else entirely.  Stood directly behind you, his hands firm on your hips as he drove into you, forcing you to stay still as he took control of everything from behind.  His eyes were trained on your face in the mirror, his breath coming in short from the exertion of forcing himself to last for you.  
“So beautiful,” he grunted, his voice ragged and almost broken in the effort to get the words out  “Such a good girl for me,” the hand on your nipple moved upwards further, wrapping very gently around your throat.  He didn’t even have to squeeze because you could already feel yourself coming undone with an unrestricted cry, but when he did apply a little pressure you all but screamed, your walls clenching tightly around him as your second orgasm rocked through your body, leaving you spent and sprawled out on the vanity without the strength to support yourself.  Your eyes found Charles’ in the mirror and you watched in awe as his thrusts became sloppier.  He was making direct eye contact in the mirror, making an almost obscene amount of noise as he reached his own high.  
He had to place a hand on your back to balance as he pulled out, before swiftly catching you and holding you close. 
“Are you okay?”  Charles was back, with a kiss pressed against your temple as he examined you carefully.  You nodded weakly. 
“Yeah, that was just….” you didn’t have the words.
“Intense,” he provided, and you agreed.  Charles helped you back into the shower to clean up, and sat with you on the floor like it was nothing as he massaged your shampoo into your head.  The soft kisses he placed along your exposed shoulder were not missed.  Once you were clean and had managed to recover yourself he helped you to your feet and handed you one of the fluffy towels that was hanging off the back of the door.  You watched as he dried himself off and pulled on the grey sweatpants from earlier. 
“I would love to stay, but I have a government meeting with Erik sometime soon,” he admitted, an almost sheepish grin on his face.  You nodded, understanding.  The trouble with Charles was that you never had his complete attention, his mind was always somewhere esle, at least a little bit. 
“That’s okay.  I think I need a nap before lunch,”  he chuckled and pulled you into him by your hip again, pressing another kiss to your temple.
“Good idea,” 
You were about to reach for the door when Charles caught your arm and pulled you to him once more, his hand on the back of your neck as he captured you in an urgent kiss.  If you hadn’t been so exhausted he could have had you ready and desperate for round two in a matter of minutes. 
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Not too much to say about this part. It was supposed to be a bit of a filler that I'd done half of ages ago and then got bogged down with uni work (what's new?) but when I came back to it this week it took on a life of its own and I just had to give Y.N what she wanted
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*x-men and avenger at sheild compound*
mystique : *transforms to m/n*
m/n stark : okay, are you like blind or something? you look nothing like me. first off, i'm way taller. secondly, my hair colour is not black it's jet black and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and i've been told i'm a constant 10.
tony : *wipe his 'tears' than clap* that's my son.
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34 - We Are Both
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She's Human or Weapon
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"I've changed who I was because of Charles and because of you...so please look into my mind." Shivering under his touch I opened my eyes entering his mind.
Years ago - Shaw's Lab
Nazi soilders throw me into a cell harshly where I slammed my back into the wall grunting. Lifting my head up my blonde hair is sticking to my face as I hold myself up on my hands and knees. One of them closes the cell door chuckling as they walked away leaving me alone. "You're where you belong. The both of them." Hugging my knees to my chest I started crying in the corner until I felt someone staring at me. Lifting my head up a little my teary eyes locked onto a boy with dark brown hair and dark eyes. "Why are you looking at me...I'm a monster you shouldn't look at me." The boy scooted to press against the bars since his cell was next to mine. "You're not a monster you didn't kill your mother because you couldn't lift a stupid metal coin...I'm Erik Lensherr what's your name?" He sticks his hand through the bars where I slowly shake his hand. "Aurora Deerfield. I'm sorry about your mother...the guy holding us prisoners says I'm a weapon maybe he's right." Laying my head back against the bars sucking in a shacky breath.
"You don't seem like a monster to me, Aurora. Don't believe what anyone says unless they come after you personally. Like hurts you or your family. And if you want to call someone a monster make it me. I'll take that pain for you." Erik explained intertwining my hand with his where I could see a number on his arm meaning that he was supposed to go to the camps to work until he died. Pushing hair behind my ear I squeezed his hand. "Let's make a pack right now. That from this day on we'll look out for each other. Protect each other like we're siblings so they can't break us. Sounds like a deal." He nodded closing his eyes for a second of rest listening to the moaning of the metal cells. "I agree to that. Can I call you Rora?" I smiled for the first time since I was captured by the guards nodding my head yes in agreement. "I'd like that, E."
Erik and I still stared into each other's eyes deeply where I felt more tears slipping down. He slowly lifted his hand to my cheek as I dropped my hands causing the soilders to collapse into the grass. "That's it, Rora. I'll take the pain. This isn’t you but I'll protect you always like we vowed. Just let go. Let go on me I'm right here." Flinging my arms around his neck I started uncontrollably sobbing. He stumbled backwards a little wrapping his arms around my waist catching my weak form. He reaches up running a hand through my blonde hair as I death grip his jacket for a few seconds before he gently pushed me towards Charles who takes my hand in his standing beside Hope and Logan. He spun around facing the men as their guns leavite in the air beside him. "Take this as a warning to you and whoever thinks that we are the enemy. The ones that shall come after you. I am here to tell you we won't hurt you if you leave us alone. As my friend and sister has said we are better than we used to be. I could kill all of you right now if I wanted but I am showing you mirsey. Now get off the property before I change my mind!" I stepped up raising my right hand gaining control of their minds softly. "Warn everyone you know. You're free to go."
The soilders got to their feet stumbling onto the helicopter flying off the property in a rush. Charles squeezed my hand in his before I leaned down kissing him whispering. "Let's go check on the baby." Raven gathered all the students into the main lobby of the mansion into the lab underneath the school. Laying my back on the table Hank shows the video of my stomach gasping suddenly. "This shouldn't be possible yet but would you all want to know the gender now?" Charles and I glanced to each other sharing the same smile so he moves the video screen revealing with a huge grin. "You're having a baby boy. Congrats you two." Erik pats his friend on the back while he leans down kissing my forehead gently. Grabbing Charles's hand in mine I sniffed through happy tears. "I think it's time we tell the students...everything. No more secrets from them this is their home after all." Erik stopped me in the hallway grabbing my forearm which causes Charles to stop his wheelchair. "Can I ask if you have a name picked out yet?" Charles chuckled up to his friend replying. "Actually we have. Aurora thought it was fitting and you've earned the right after what you just did. We've decided to name him Erik Francis Xavier." Erik bent down hugging his friend before I walked down standing on the second to last step of the main staircase seeing all the young eyes focusing on me.
"When my husband Charles and I opened this school it was so that mutants like us could feel safe and learn to control their gifts. We also promised you that this place would be a safe home. Tonight marks the second time this house has been attacked by someone who thinks that we are a threat and for that I - we are sorry we broke that promise." Glancing over my shoulder to Charles he rolled up in his wheelchair grasping my hand in his speaking up. "The thing that you should know is that we will work everyday to ensure that this place is safe once more. And that if any of you know people who are suffering tell them this can be there home. That we - my wife and the X-Men shall protect you. Everyone and every part of them belongs." All the children were sent off to do their own thing so I slowly walked over to Erik laying my head on his chest where he wrapped his arms around my waist watching Charles and Raven talking about the baby none the less. "That was a good speech you two did up there, Rora." Lifting my head up to his I asked hoping his answer would be no. "Will you stay for real this time, E?"
He leans down planting a kiss to my forehead with a genuine smile on his face which I hadn't seen since the day Hope was born. So I adore everytime I got to see such a sight. "Yes Aurora this time I am staying for sure. Because tonight you have shown me that we can be both a monster sometimes to the people who fear us but also human when we let the bad people go without killing them. We may not change everyone but we can try to make them see us as human beings." Wrapping my arms around his neck I smiled feeling him hug me back resting his chin ontop of my head hearing Charles running around in head. "Thank you for finding her that night, old friend. She deserves someone as perfect as you." Erik smiled towards the man reading his thoughts with a smile of his own to the two people who we're like siblings in his life. "Actually I should be thanking you, Erik. If it wasn't for you helping her escape we never would have met. I have gave you a home but you have given me a family. And for that I will be forever grateful." Professor X and Magneto went from friends to enemies then finally remaining together as family all thanks to Aurora Deerfield.
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TEAM, MEET... MYSTIQUE? STOP SHIFTING INTO BATMAN, DAMNIT!
WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence.
A/N + nothing this time around, just enjoy :)!
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★ shady and sly- smooth with it if you know what i mean ♥︎ is the definition of someone who could get away with murder ♥︎ luckily doesn't. commit murder that is. ♥︎ he/she/they are constantly robbing luxury stores cause they need to live somehow and i quote "fuck the bourgeoisie"
★ ︎can't fight for shit initially, but god can he/she/they run ♥︎ sneakiest mf ︎♥︎ literally didn't get caught by leaguers and the team for ages ♥︎ jukes and loses people in chases so easily, clawing onto dark corners of ceilings, morphing into random civilians and overall throwing people for a loop ︎♥︎ couldn't be chased down for weeks until the flash, superman and the whole team got on the job
★ m'gann is his/her/their biggest fan for obvious reasons ︎♥︎ ︎shape shifting besties ︎♥︎ ︎︎literally m'gann's evil twin
★ also wally's ♥︎ ︎︎master of charisma and seduction + some ginger guy with negative rizz (tried to flirt with them at least once) ♥︎ combo formed in heaven (or hell)
★ insecure about his/her/their form ♥︎ just like m'gann in season 1 ︎♥︎ ︎refused to show his/her/their original form in fear of being shunned and left alone ♥︎ eventually managed to open up to kaldur, who helped him/her/their reveal his/her/their true form
★︎ completed orangey-yellowed out eyes ♥︎ makes him/her/them look incredibly eerie ♥︎ he's/she's/ they're already not the most emotive person on the team which at first set team members on edge ♥︎ mainly because no one had a CLUE what he/she/they are thinking or feeling ♥︎ after sometime though team members learn to pick up on the little cues- eyebrows, eyes narrowing or widening, shoulders perking up or rolling shoulders back a little too straight
★ makes him/her/them great for interrogations ♥︎ "give me five minutes" ♥︎ walks out of the room, interrogatee pissed their pants, is trembling in fear and no one has any clue what was said in that room because the interrogatee comes out without a scratch ♥︎ kid flash regularly reminds people he thanks god he/she/they aren't interrogating him
★ stays on team with nightwing as a mentor until season 2 mess with artemis and kaldur ♥︎ instantly picks up on artemis as huntress ♥︎ magic isn't enough to hide a cover from the master of disguises ︎♥︎ whole thing tears him/her/them away from team- he/she/they lash out at the three when it all comes crashing down ︎♥︎ initially it was just a fight, but when wally dies? hell comes crashing down
★ cuts contacts so quick after getting into a physical brawl with nightwing and kaldur ︎♥︎ refuses to look their way ︎♥︎ could potentially meet them again for nightwing in season 3 begrudgingly ︎♥︎ loses his/her/their shit once again when he/she/they learn the truth behind it all ︎♥︎ goes back to no contact with those two- mainly cause if he/she/they look at dick or kaldur he/she/they'll literally kill them ︎♥︎ eventually forgives artemis ︎♥︎ keeps contact with the rest of team and still helps younger team members unofficially ︎♥︎ otherwise moves on to live a 'normal' life as some sort of stylist (hair, fashion, makeup)- as normal as it can be as a shapeshifter
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