Leo Bee

✧ they/them | 24 ✧ ✧ aroace | audhd | astrophysics ✧ ✧ 22FantasyLover22 on ao3 ✧ a place to dump all my random fandom stuff (side blog)

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let's be pebbles and misbehave on our field trip to mr. grace's habitat :D

do you think this would give him flashbacks to his last memories of earth being him getting manhandled? yes or no

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yes, yes i think it would give him flashbacks, bam i wrote a fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85541311

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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fic where ryland grace accidentally discovers he’s asexual while doing extremely sleep deprived research and accidentally clicks on a link to asexuality instead of asexual reproduction

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ended up writing this lmao

not to be confused with...

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saw this and wrote a lil smth: Not Damaged

(i only realised after finishing it that OP already wrote a fic themself😅)

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Just rewatched Gravity Falls and felt the need to draw a happy Ford.

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Charles Xavier x child!reader

Pairings: parent/child relationship, Charles x reader

Summary: Charles meets you, a rather powerful young mutant who can’t fully control her powers and is afraid of them. Naturally, Charles wants to help and immediately falls in love with your adorable self.

A/N: This is part two of the story. You don’t necessarily need to read part one to understand the storyline, but it definitely doesn’t hurt to read it. Link to part one is down below.

You held tightly onto Charles’s wheelchair as you entered the school. You’ve never been all too fond of other people and now you were surrounded by them. The man that had driven the car to the school had seemed rather nice - you remembered his name being Alex - but now it wasn’t just one new person, it were entire hallways full of them. You whimpered slightly and moved even closer to Charles.

“Calm down, (Y/n)”, he said as you two moved down the hallway and past all the students, “They won’t hurt you. On the contrary, I’m sure they’d love to meet you and see what you can do.”

“I don’t know”, you mumbled as your eyes darted from student to student, “I don’t really like bunches of people.”

"That's alright. There's no need to get nervous. You don't have to talk to them yet if you don't want to", he reassured you as you two entered a room. The walls were filled with books, there was a big window on the left and a huge desk in the middle of the office. He stopped just in front of his desk and grabbed a glass of water that was standing there.

“(Y/n), I want you to concentrate very hard, think happy thoughts and then use your gift. You think you can do that for me, sweetheart?”, he asked kindly and your heart swelled with love when he called you ‘sweetheart’. You nodded and held out your hand. You furrowed your brow and thought about living here without being called names and hated. You thought about spending time with Charles, the first person in a long time who’d been nice to you. Not because they were afraid you’d use your powers on them if they weren’t nice enough, but because he liked you for who you were. At least, that’s what you hoped. But you were pretty convinced that he was as nice as your mom had been.

Suddenly, the water began to float out of the glass and into the air. That exact moment was the moment your life changed. Unlike everyone else who’d seen you ‘bend’ water, he praised you. Told you that you were an exceptional young girl with incredible powers and that he’d do everything in his power to help you fully control them. For the first time in a long time you felt what it was like to have someone truly care for you, someone like a parent. Someone who didn’t immediately connect weird ability with weird person. You knew that Charles cared for all the students at his school, but from that special moment in his office on, you liked to think that he liked you more. And after a few months you realised that your somewhat selfish thoughts had been very true. He’d often let you sit with him during breakfast, lunch or dinner. He sometimes let you ride with him on his lap when he rode through the mansion. After a year he had even started to bring you to bed every night and sometimes even tell you a bedtime story, out loud or mentally. You were also one of the few people who liked it when he read your mind. Most thought it was an invasion of their privacy, but you had nothing to hide from him, so why keep him out? It was also very convenient to communicate with him if he wasn’t in the immediate vicinity and you needed him. He often spoke to you with his calming voice when you were surrounded by many other people (you didn’t like big crowds all that much) or woke up from a nightmare.

After two years, you called him ‘dad’ for the first time. It had been an accident, but he’d said he loved it and you had stuck to that instead of Charles. And as you got older, you started doing the same things for him that he did for you. You helped him out of bed each morning, you comforted him after nightmares and you even helped him get to bed each night.

So yeah, neither of you had had a perfect life before. You lost your mother at a very young age and were rejected because of your powers. Charles had lost his sister, his newly found friend who’d turned evil and his ability to walk. But if that had all been necessary for your two to meet, than it had been worth it. And neither of you would ever want your lives to have taken a different course.

The End

Part One: here

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Charles Xavier x child!reader

Pairing: parent/child relationship, Charles x reader

Summary: Charles meets you, a rather powerful young mutant who can’t fully control her powers and is afraid to use them. Naturally, Charles wants to help and immediately falls in love with your adorable self.

You hated your life. All those stupid kids thought you were a freak because of how you were born. It wasn’t like it was your fault. You just happened to be able to control water. Your mother had always told you that it was an amazing gift and that it was incredibly cool what you could do. And until you were five you loved your powers. But then she’d been involved in a car crash and she was gone. Forever. First you’d been put in an orphanage till your father had decided whether or not to take you in after his ex-wife’s death. But you’d known he wouldn’t want you. Because your powers had been the reason he’d left. Sometimes you’d felt incredibly guilty about that, but then your mom - your amazing mom - had convinced you that he wasn’t worth it. That if the reason he left was that you were much more beautiful and powerful than him, than she didn’t want to live with him. So you’d been rather glad when he had decided against taking you in. Then you’d gone from one orphanage to the next, never being adopted. After a while of living at the new one you were sent to, the other kids noticed that you were different, that you could do things they couldn’t, and then you were sent off to the next orphanage in the area. All that just because they didn’t understand that you weren’t dangerous. Because you were different, and that scared them.

So here you were, sitting in the back corner of your small room and hugging your legs tightly. Tears were running down your cheeks as you thought about what the other kids had said to you earlier.

You’re a freak!

No wonder your parents abandoned you.

That’s not normal! Just get out of here! Go on, get out you weirdo!

It wasn’t like it was anything new. All the kids said hurtful stuff to you when they saw you use your powers. You’d rather keep them a secret, but you couldn’t fully control them. Sometimes water just suddenly froze, started boiling or floating around when you were upset or excited. But just because you were used to it, didn’t mean the insults hurt any less. Yes, you were still pretty young - you were just seven years old - but you very much knew how cruel others could be and that they would never accept you.

There was frost covering the walls around where you sat huddled up in your room. The tears on your face had already frozen and you could feel the entire floor starting to freeze over too. You just cried harder. Why was your life such a mess? Why did your mommy have to die? Why did everyone hate you so much? Why-

“Hello?”, a voice asked from outside the door. You didn’t recognise who it was. It definitely was no other kid, it sounded more like a grown man’s voice, but you didn’t know many adult men. Just the few that ran this or that orphanage you’d lived in. Maybe a teacher, but not whoever this was. His voice was way too…gentle. That probably meant that he didn’t know you had powers, otherwise he wouldn’t talk with such a nice tone.

“(Y/n)? Can I come in?”, the man asked again. You forced yourself to stop crying and took a shaky breath.

“Y-yeah”, you replied quietly and quickly wiped away all the liquid and frozen tears from your face with your sleeve. The door opened and a young man in a wheelchair entered the room. He stopped riding forward as soon as he saw the ice on the floor, which had almost reached the door. You expected him to shout something mean like everyone else did, but instead he just smiled.

“Hello, (Y/n). I’m Charles Xavier. From what I can see, you have some difficulties controlling your gift”, he said with a kind voice, that smile never leaving his face. When he used the word ‘gift’, you immediately thought about your mother and how she’d said that you were an amazing little girl, not a monster. And because that man used the very same word your mom had always used to describe your powers, you decided to trust him.

“Mhm”, you mumbled and nodded, letting out a shaky breath.

“You’re not…m-mad?”, you asked him, hoping he really was as kind and accepting as your mom.

“Do I have a reason to be?”, he asked, that same smile still on his face.

“I-I used my p-powers. They all s-say I’m a freak a-and t-that I shouldn’t be able to…to do t-that”, you explained and half expected this Charles guy to agree with you.

“(Y/n), I want you to listen to me very carefully”, Charles said. His tone wasn’t threatening or demanding, it rather had a comforting edge to it. He slowly rode closer to you with his chair, careful not to slip on the ice. He stopped a few feet away from you and leaned forward a bit, staring directly into your (e/c) eyes with his piercing blue ones.

“What you have is not a curse. Nor should it be suppressed or hated. It’s a beautiful gift that you simply haven’t learned to fully control yet. It most certainly is not something to be ashamed of.” His kind words made a warmth spread through your body despite the low temperature of your room. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt since your mother had died.

“But how c-could you know? You c-can’t do the stuff that I can do”, you whispered back as you lowered your head and placed your head back on your knees.

“No, I can’t”, he said. But I can do this, his voice said inside your head. You gasped and looked back up at him. His smile was much bigger now and there was a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Do that again!”, you demanded with a small laugh. Charles just chuckled.

I run a school for children with special abilities. A school for gifted youngsters. If you want, you can come live there, he said, his lips never moving.

“Really?”, you asked incredulously.

“Really really”, he replied. You squealed, jumping up from your fetal position and hugging the man (as well as that worked out with him sitting in a wheelchair and all). He froze for a second but hugged back with a slight chuckle. You jumped back with a smile even bigger than his on your face.

“When can I leave?”, you asked eagerly.

“Right now, if you want. I’ve already arranged everything with CPS”, he said. You gasped and started running around your room, collecting the little belongings you had and stuffing them all into your trusty backpack. While you ran about, the ice and frost covering the floor and walls started to sublime until no traces of it were left.

“Incredible”, you heard Charles mumble as the ice disappeared. You blushed slightly and went to stand in front of him with your packed backpack over your shoulder.

“Are you ready?”, he asked gently, making you nod eagerly.

“Well then, let’s go.”

Part Two: here