Can you imagine if one day Charles Xavier does show up in a future season and David just becomes so confused and stressed and everything becomes even louder and he starts curling in on himself, but then suddenly without any warning everything stops. He doesn’t know if he’s ever felt this way before, and he’s afraid to even think the thought, but hell. He’s pretty sure he’s completely healthy right now. Charles explains that he won’t keep him in that state for long, but he just wants to talk to his son in a more comfortable way, and David just has tears in his eyes as he whispers to himself “it’s so quiet..” with a small laugh of disbelief.
You know what I need? A domestic bet between Amy and Jake.
Like, catching criminals is good and all, but how about a bet on who can get the best present for the other? Or who can make the best breakfast/meal?
Like they both ask Charles to help them, separately and “secretly” of course, and he really wants to help, but he doesn’t know what to do. He wants to help Jake win, but he also wants to help Amy make Jake happy with the best meal of his life. So he ends up giving them both the same recipe and instructions, to which Jake and Amy find out when they start cooking at the same time, so instead they end up cooking with each other, feeding each other, having fun, making a ton of mess, but who cares? because they had a great time and in the end they had great food
Or when they give each other their gifts, which would probably be the most ridiculous things ever but they don’t care, they’re both so happy. Amy’s like, “this is best gift ever! You win Jake” but Jake’s like, “no, babe, this is the best gift ever” and they can’t decide on which is the best gift so its pretty much a tie, and they’re both so happy and so in love with each other.
And then they can sit and cuddle in their couch watching tv at home, because you know, they’ve moved in together and it’s the cutest thing ever.
Summary: In a universe very different from the one Charles is used to, you’re a bartender. But just because you live in a world filled with princesses and magic and singing chipmunks doesn’t mean life’s a fairytale - a lesson Charles is soon to figure out for himself. (A Charles Xavier Enchanted!AU)
Warnings: A couple swears, Charles is probably pretty ooc, my bad :3
Word count: 1500
A/N: I’m writing this for @hunters-from-stark-tower ’s AU challenge, and I’m so so sorry it took so long!!!! I have like five drafts of this first chapter because I couldn’t find a good way to write it, but I think I’ve got a handle on it now :D I hope you guys like it!!
In hindsight, Charles really should have expected something like this to happen.
Well, maybe that was asking too much of himself, but when had any X-men fight not included a curve ball? He probably should have noticed that it was too easy from the start, and that something extraordinary and/or disastrous was on its way.
“Is there any way you'd ever do an X-Men Imagine #6 Part 3? I loved the first two”
“I like your x-men imagines :D Can you please do X-Men Imagine #6 Part 2 sequel? Sorry I am curious what happens afterward, like do they met again or something?”
Synopsis: Hank and Charles talk. Later you meet with Hank alone and he finally admits something to you.
After you left, there was nothing but silence between the two men. Hank steals occasional glances at Charles, not sure what to say to him…or if he even wants to. He was mad at him for making you leave. Because of him, he lost one of the last friends he still had. He also hated the fact that you may very well put yourself in danger, even if it was just to get back at Xavier.
Hank put away the extra glass and served Xavier his drink in his study like he always did. When he finishes, he is about to leave and not say anything…but he turns around.
A while ago (I mean a WHILE ago I’m talking like last year) there was a Charles Vane memorial week in the fandom (or something like that), and I wanted to draw something but never really did. All I had was this doodle I did very quickly while watching the s2 DVD in an attempt to figure out how his face worked, and for some reason I never even scanned it until now. Oh Charles, you could be a giant dick but man were you gorgeous. I do him no justice.
Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could do a super fluffy
Erik fic? Maybe where they’re like cuddling on the couch after training with
Charles or something? Thanks :)
Afternoon reader! I’ve had a lot of fun writing this, especially seeing as it’s Erik. I just hope I’ve got his tone right. But anyway, I hope you like it :). Happy Reading!
It had been a long exhausting day. Charles had been
working both you and Erik to the bone. He’d got Erik to turn a freaking dish
from ages away. Erik had been flexing his mind muscle to practice his metallic
powers all day and you’d had to practice your powers all day as well! First
you’d spent hours in the training room downstairs honing them and then a couple
of hours putting them to the test. Charles flew between you both, instructing
one of you to do something and then leaving you to practice hard while he went
off to torture… sorry, help… the other one. After a full day of it, you were
thoroughly knackered. You went to the living room, just needing to unwind with
some crap telly and possibly, if you felt like getting up later, a tub of ice-cream.
Just tub, spoon and you. But when you got to the living room, Erik was there,
sat on the sofa.
“You and I must’ve had the same idea” he said as you
“Apparently so.” You grumbled.
You sat next to him on the sofa.
“Look. I plan to lie on this sofa, with or without you
on it.” You stated firmly. You were too tired to sit nicely and watch TV
nicely. Screw nicely!
“Go ahead, but I’m not moving.” You shrugged. Oh well.
You got a small couch cushion and started plumping it. You then put it against
Erik’s shoulder and put your head against it. No. Not comfy enough. You took it
away and glared at it. Stupid pillow. This was all it’s fault. You couldn't’
get comfy. Grrr. Bad pillow. You looked over at Erik. Well…. His shoulder
looked comfy. You thought about it for a minute, twisting your face so it
matched your thoughtful process. You shrugged. May as well.
You nuzzled your head into Erik’s shoulder, kicking
your feet up on the couch and tucking them behind you. Erik looked down at you
on his shoulder and you looked up at him.
“You comfy there?” He asked, almost sarcastically but
lacking the conviction.
“Yair.” You replied, half-nodding your head as you
both leant back against the couch. He put his arm around you and you smiled.
Erik lazily flicked through the TV channels until he rested on a comedy. You
started to drift off; content in the arms of a man you cared about deeply. You
turned and kissed his shoulder. If you were awake, you probably wouldn’t have
dared, but sleepy? Sleepy you had no inhibitions. He maneuvered so he could
turn your head and kiss you. You kissed back and smiled before curling up next
to him again and using his shoulder as a pillow. It wasn’t long before you were
sound asleep with an Erik beside you who, though you didn’t know it, didn’t get
to sleep for another hour or so. He was just too happy you had entered his
Anon: Hiiii! I was wondering if you could do like a super fluffy Erik Lehnsherr
fic please? Maybe where they’re like cuddling on the couch after training with
Charles or something? Thank you! :)
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.”
You looked over at Erik, he was sitting on the
couch with a book in his hand and a metal cup hovering just next to him.