xavier cherry

so, i made a pictures with all my current poptropica ocs

From top to bottom, left to right:

Row 1- Tyler, Cassidy, Emmanuel, Europa, Miriam, No Name, Viola, Maroon Hawk
Row 2- Cecelia, Mint, Cindy Ashe, Virus Virex, Firefly, Jessie
Row 3- Xavier, Sofia, Haddie, Archer, Cherry Bomb, Louis
Row 4- Fearless Bird, Sammy, Sweet Tooth, Bo, Ariadne, Hekate
Row 5- Kat, Nicholas, Taffy, Seraphina, Olivia
Row 6- Dominick, Blanche, Franklin, Maribel, Sprinkles, Queen Bee
Row 7- Golden Carrot, The Marvelous Maxine, Francine, Margo, Milo, Mardy, Gwendolyn
Row 8- Bridget, Dream Queen, Jenae, Wendy, Cameron, Jiggy, Charlotte
Row 9- Randell, Lorena, Ludo, Jonquil, Lucille, Quinn, Bailey, Jessamine
And finally, the girl in the middle you all know and love, Fearless Penelope Popper!

I hope you guys like! ^^

Charles Xavier- Cherry Wine (Request)

Request: Hi! Can I request a Charles fic where he wakes up at like 5 am because he can’t sleep and he sees the reader (or walks in on her doing this, whatever you pick!) playing guitar and singing and he’s just watching her in awe and it just ends super fluffy? The song I’m picturing is Cherry Wine by Hozier. Thank you so much!

Hello :) So I had never heard the song before but I went and looked it up, listened to it and read the lyrics and just… thank you. I really really loved it! After hearing it, it wasn’t too hard to make Charles amazed because it is a truly gorgeous piece. I hope I’ve done your request justice, my friend. Also I don’t know if I need to say it again, but the song is Cherry Wine by Hozier. Anyway, Happy Reading!


Charles couldn’t sleep. Outside was windy and it kept making branches hit his window. He couldn’t sleep with all that noise. The clock by the bed read 5am so he figured there was no point to trying to sleep. He got up, grabbed his dressing gown and tied the belt around his waist. He planned to go down to the kitchen. Get something to eat or just generally waste time until it was an acceptable hour of the morning. He walked past Y/N’s door. It was slightly ajar and he could hear notes coming through. The most beautiful chords being plucked. Maneuvering his head, he could just catch a glimpse of her, sitting on a stool, guitar in hand. She’d placed a capo on and she now moved her elegant fingers up and down the strings. Something told Charles it was the middle of the song as he listened:

“Way she tells me I’m hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine”

The song intrigued Charles. He’d never heard it before but the notes were smooth, her voice was like satin and he couldn’t get enough. It was just so beautiful. There was a small gap after those words as the guitar played solely by itself. Then her singing resumed:

“Her fight and fury is fiery

Oh but she loves

Like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I’m all but washed

In the tide of her breathing”

Charles couldn’t resist any longer. He pushed the door open and entered quietly, shutting it quickly behind him. When he walked in, she nearly stopped, but he motioned for her to keep playing and something on his face made her do exactly that. Some sort of quiet desperation to hear more, to hear the rest of the song out.

“And it’s worth it, it’s divine

I have this some of the time”

Charles was smiling at her, eyes filled with pride and awe. That smile was so contagious on his face, she couldn’t help but smiling too as she tried to avoid eye contact and looked down at the strings where she was plucking.

“Way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine”

She finished plucking the final chords, slowly, no rush. When the song ended, Charles let out a breath he had been holding.

“I had no idea you could play like that. Or sing like that.”

“Everybody has their secrets.” She murmured shyly. He walked over to her.

“I just… that was magnificent.” She laughed quietly at that.

“What?” Charles asked confused.

“Usually you’re a lot less…”

“Less what?”

“Less in awe of me.”

Charles turned to her confused. He looked her right in the eye.

“Y/N… I’m always in awe of you.” He was completely serious, no hint of false flattery, no hint of anything but honesty.

“Everything you do… Everything you do makes me see how truly special you are.” She didn’t say anything. All she did was stand from the stool and kiss him. That was all there was to do. He kissed her back, and when they broke, he looked at her pleadingly.

“What?” She asked confused.

“Play me another song?”