What about a NightAngel Model AU but they still have beautiful blue skin and wings respectively? Mutant Models!
* warren is an extremely popular model; his wings are so beautiful and he’s an enigma in the world of mutants, so everyone adores him.
* although he is well-known in the media, nobody really knows him. warren has a mysterious vibe that can be seen in both his modelling and how he acts toward people.
* kurt is a much smaller model – not everyone thinks his blue skin is beautiful and it’s rare for him to be featured heavily in a photo shoot. he finds it difficult to break into the modelling scene.
* kurt’s first really big shoot is with warren; his first impression of warren is disappointing and the pair clash, but they look brilliant on camera together.
* they are constantly put together after that, forcing them to grow closer. nothing ever happens between them, though. warren is too scared.
* warren is in an accident and his wings are almost completely ruined; they’ll grow back, of course, but never enough for him to return to his career.
* this destroys warren, because he believes his wings to be the only thing beautiful about him, and everyone around has always seemed to agree with that.
* kurt is the only one to still see the beauty in warren – the same way warren seemed to be only one truly seeing how gorgeous kurt is.
Angel Love #1 (May 1, 1986) was created by Barbara Slate. Despite its cartoony style, and some superficial stylistic resemblance to “girl humor” comic books, it was not intended as a children’s comic; it covered “adult” issues such as drug use, pregnancy, and sexual abuse, and did not bear the Comics Code Authority seal. Nevertheless, its letter column sometimes featured letters from children. Angel Love is a young woman who has moved from her native Scranton, Pennsylvania to New York City in hopes of finding a career as an artist. So far, however, the only career she has found is as a roller-skating waitress at a restaurant. Her adventures are portrayed sometimes with realism, but sometimes with fantasy elements such as talking cockroaches and a “guardian angel” she has drawn which comes to life to attempt to grant her wishes.
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles first appeared in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #1 (May 1, 1984) which debuted at a comic book convention held at a local Sheraton Hotel in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It was published by Mirage Studios in an over-sized magazine-style format using black and white artwork on cheap newsprint. The concept arose from a humorous drawing sketched out by Eastman during a casual evening of brainstorming and bad television with Laird. Using money from a tax refund, together with a loan from Eastman’s uncle, the young artists self-published a single-issue comic intended to parody four of the most popular comics of the early 1980s: Marvel Comics’ Daredevil and New Mutants, Dave Sim’s Cerebus, and Frank Miller’s Ronin. From their home in sewers of New York City, the turtles battle petty criminals, evil overlords, mutated creatures, and alien invaders while attempting to remain hidden from society.
erik never intended to end up in this line of work. in fact if you had asked him a couple of years ago what he thought of the fashion industry he would have said that it was vapid and shallow. that it exploits people’s insecurities and perpetuates unachievable humancentric beauty standards. except here he is in a skintight wetsuit, doing a photoshoot of the coast of rome, achieving all of those standards.
he shakes sand out of his hair and the photographer ends the session for the day. god knows he’ll be back here tomorrow wearing something even more ridiculous.he’s still not sure how emma conned him into becoming a model but he suspects telepathic manipulation. it’s easier than admitting to himself that he sacrificed his principles for a paycheck.
he gets out of the wetsuit and changes back into his street clothes. he checks his phone and sees three missed calls from someone named charles xavier. a quick google search shows some fashion designer in new york. erik sighs. this has emma written all over it
“who the fuck is charles xavier?” “nice to hear from you too darling. how’s rome?” “unbearable as always. now who the fuck is he?” emma clicks her tongue in disapproval. “no manners at all, it’s a good thing you’re pretty.” erik is about to growl out something derisive because he is classically handsome not pretty when she finally explains. “charles xavier is to fashion what michelangelo was to sculpture. he’s a genius. i must have him.”
erik is intrigued despite himself. emma never compliments anyone. ever. it’s one of her most endearing qualities. “he can’t be that good.” “he will be. i need you to model for him, he’s designing a new collection for me. keep an eye on his progress, i want regular updates. oh and bring me back something from milan. i’m thinking crystals ” and with that incredibly vague statement emma hangs up on him. typical.
two weeks later after erik has fulfilled all his prior commitments, emma arranges a meeting with xavier at what is quite possibly the stuffiest restuarant in all of manhattan. erik tugs on his silk tie and reluctantly resigns himself to an evening of mindless conversation. twenty minutes later and xavier still hasn’t arrived. erik levitates knifes above the table and idly considers castrating the bastard.
“oh but that’s incredible, do that again.” erik looks up into the brightest blue eyes he has ever seen and the silverware instantly falls to the table. the angel smiles and erik smiles back awestruck. he snags the empty seat at erik’s table and gestures at the silverware. “well go on, don’t stop on my account.” erik flicks his hand and the spoons begin waltzing.
the man laughs delightedly. “extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary. i’ve never seen anything like it- tell me is it telekinesis?” erik shakes his head. “metalokinetic is the closest word for it, i manipulate magnetic fields.” the man grins and steals a roll from the bread basket and lathers it with butter.
“this is such a relief. forgive me, mr. lehnsherr but i was worried we’d be discussing color theory and fabric choice all evening. it’s such a delight to meet someone with similar interests.” before erik can ask what he means by similar interests, the man raises his hand to his temple in the universal gesture for telepathy.
erik sits back in his seat stunned. xavier- and its xavier it has to be- is not at all what he expected. he’s not quite sure what he was expecting but not this charming, odd man dressed more like a professor than a fashion designer. erik feels slightly flustered and off balance and he will later attribute his next words to a temporary lack of self awareness.
“do you want to get out of here?” erik’s cheeks flush, that is not at all what he wanted to say. the spoons seem to wilt in embarrassment before falling to the table. xavier’s eyebrows rise and he smiles mischievously. “a bit forward but i’m willing to consider it.” erik facepalms. “that’s not what i- i meant that do you want to go somewhere else to eat. i don’t much care for this place.” charles smiles. “lead the way.”