the professor

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Mutation ❝A gift can often be a curse. Give someone wings, and they may fly too close to the sun. Give them the power of prophecy, and they may live in fear of the future. Give them the greatest gift of all, powers beyond imagination, and they may think they are meant to rule the world.❞ Indie Charles Xavier XMCU ◦ EVO ◦ COMIC ELEMENTS NSFW 21+ tracking: askprofessorx

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mcavoy

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

#😘

"Nah. I'm gonna make ya take the arctic plunge." Charles' legs were spread with a knee, taking up real estate between them without question or pause.

"Ya want Positano? Or Miami?"

Precisely as he desired. From there, he could so easily sink greedy fingers into thick, dark hair. "Ah, so you're intent on freezing your poor husband to death. How cruel, my love."

His nose wrinkled, perhaps a little uncharitably. After all, he hadn't spent much time in Florida. That didn't change his answer. "Italy. Unless you have somewhere else in mind."

#masonatlas

"Then you may finish before bed, and not a moment sooner." But they needed to pack for their home away from school - home away from home? - whichever Charles preferred to regard it. If not now, there would be last minute packing and children trying to pack themselves in their father's suitcase.

Charles was dropped on the mattress.

"Bring swim trunks. If ya haven't figured out, we're not just goin' t'the house."

"Is that so? Well, if I have no other choice."

He smirked, bouncing against the plush bed with a huff, but made no move to begin his assigned task. He extended a hand to beckon his husband to join him.

"Oh? Am I allowed to know in advance? Somewhere warm, I'd imagine. If we're swimming. Back to Positano?"

#masonatlas

"Ya realize years ago ya hired your husband to do half the work ya do that ain't teachin' in a classroom, or makin' speeches to congress? That was me. M'your husband. And our anniversary is tomorrow. You're gettin' a 12 hour ban on screens."

"I'm well aware, thanks. But parent teacher conferences are my responsibility."

Draped over Mason's shoulder, he was in the perfect position to give his ass a swift pinch. "I haven't forgotten. That's why I wanted to get the schedule out of the way. You're mine from midnight to midnight."

And for the rest of his life and beyond, but that went without saying. "Six years. Doesn't feel nearly that long."

#masonatlas

Mason walks over to his husband with purpose, bending at the knees to scoop the telepath onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, hauling him out of the damn office and away from his laptop.

"That's enough screen for t'day."

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Atlas. I haven't finished scheduling the conferences. I'm already behind."

His protest is unconvincing to his own ears. He doesn't so much as wriggle against Mason's hold. He's accepted his fate.

#masonatlas

findingfeather

My favourite part about the Ides of March as a holiday is that everyone involved is terrible, and everyone that comes after is terrible

Caesar is terrible, of course. But the Senatorial conspiracy that knifed him was one of absolutely rigid oligarchical arch-conservative anti-plebian "we are the Elite and that means we should be in charge" dickwads. And also idiots who assumed that they would be praised as heroes for killing the dude who had been doing things like "making sure the populace of Rome has enough bread to eat" and so on.

Marcus Antonious? Also a dick! Octavian? THE WORST DICK, who would absolutely ruthlessly and cynically use and sacrifice EVERYONE around him in his later quest for power and establishing himself as Augustus, princeps (first citizen) of Rome.

Everyone is awful. BEWARE THE IDES OF MARCH. It's fantastic.