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Warnings/Content: FLUFF, established relationship, and slice of life I suppose too.
A/N: Hi! I think I want to do imagines like this now? I hope you enjoy, I got a little carried away with this one lmao so sorry in advance if the ending seems abrupt. I left Reader being a mutant up in the air on purpose, guess I might just have to make a part 2? 👀👀
Setting: This takes place after First Class and the war in full swing but a few years before Days of Future Past. Charles is just starting to be sick of voices and using too much serum. I'm thinking roughly 1970.
Submitted by Anonymous
The day starts like any other. You’re the last one to wake up, drag yourself out of bed, and head downstairs to the breakfast nook. You find Hank already at the table with toast and orange juice, a slice already half eaten. He’s fiddling with one of the handheld radios, twisting the knob too fast to make out much more then static and the odd word here and there.
“Morning,” he says once he’s noticed you pulling out a chair and plopping down in it. He takes another minute to decide on a station to stick with, ultimately choosing to settle on music rather than the news for once.
He sits back in his seat with a sigh, letting the song fill the room for a moment before lifting the toast he’d already begun eating and offers it to you.
You lean in and take a bite, chewing thoughtfully before noticing the day’s newspaper on the table. Knowing Hank’s already done his reading, you scoop it up to do the same. Meanwhile, he takes his own bite.
Not even halfway through the front page article, you hear clanging pots and pans and muffled cursing coming from the kitchen.
“Your boyfriend sounds annoyed,” you say from behind the paper, scanning for news on Vietnam.
“My boyfriend?” he repeats. A short, disbelieving laugh escapes Hank’s lips before he can stop it. “Last time I checked, you were dating him too.”
You hum in acknowledgement, still sifting through the paper. Not a minute later, the clattering is heard again.
That’s all it takes for you to lower the paper so your eyes peek over the top. You match each other’s gaze only for Hank to sigh deeply. “Fine,” his chair screeches as he pushes back from the table, “but I’m telling him what you said.” He points an accusatory finger your way before disappearing through the kitchen door. You hum along to the music, shamelessly reaching over to Hanks plate and taking another bite of his food.
When they don’t come back right away, you rise from the chair with a sigh. Things were never simple in the morning, were they?
You come from behind the pair, softly smiling as you watch them before attaching yourself to Charles’ side. His arm easily wraps around your waist as your hand drifts up into his hair to play with the locks.
“Good morning, darling,” he says absentmindedly, quick to press a kiss to your temple.
“Good morning,” you greet back, lightly tugging at a piece of chocolate brown hair, “are you growing it out? It looks good.”
“Thank you,” Charles smiles earnestly, giving a comforting squeeze to your waist.
“What’s so important you're making a mess in here, hm?” you ask, pulling away from his embrace to pick up some junk mail that had fallen to the floor from the counter.
“He’s looking for the serum,” Hank supplies, earning himself one of Charles’ looks.
“Oh,” you say, attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible. It wasn’t a secret you weren’t a fan of Charles using it as a cure all for his powers. Without another word, you walk across the room to set the mail down. “Already?”
“Yes, darling,” he says fondly, if a bit exasperated. Charles seems to remember that he hasn’t found it yet as he goes back to digging through cabinets above the stove.
“Looking for this?” Hank is leaning against the counter, vial of the yellow serum held up between his thumb and pointer finger. He holds it out with a small shake.
Charles pauses his digging, turning his head. Once he zeros in on what he’s been looking for, offers a toothy grin and slides over to take the vial. Once in his grasp, he reaches up to press a quick kiss to Hank’s lips, “thank you, Hank.”
He can only seem to give one of his goofy smiles in reply but nods nontheless. Charles turns on his heel, eyes you approaching and offers the same kiss.
“I’ll be back down in five minutes, alright?” Charles refuses to break eye contact, the look on his face is begging you to understand.
You swallow, offering your own smile, “yeah.” Tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, you pat him out the door, “go.”
He doesn’t look away from either of you until he’s forced to exit the kitchen.
“Should we be worried?” You slink your way into Hank’s arms, resting your cheek against him while he gives a comforting squeeze in return. He begins to rock the both of you side to side absentmindedly.
“I don’t know, should we?” He looks at you, a gentle, encouraging smile playing at his lips. His head is tilted to the side, waiting for your reply. You take a beat to answer, unsure how to respond. Hank is kind enough to continue for you.
“He’s had so much taken away from him, should we also take away one of the only things helping?”
There’s a frown on your face as you mull over his response. At the end of the day, you knew Hank was right. If Charles thought this was for the best, there wasn’t any convincing him otherwise. To get your attention, Hank swoops in and steals a kiss. It shakes you out of your thoughts and furrows your brows.
“I could hear the gears turning,” he smirks, “even little smoke coming out of your ears.” He goes out of the way to start waving his hands beside your head, fanning pretend flames.
“Har har, McCoy. Sorry we can’t all be eloquent geniuses who graduate from Harvard when we’re ten years old,” you poke his side, making him jump.
“Stop,” he gasps, “it was fifteen, and you know I’m ticklish!”
You start to laugh, wiggling your fingers into both sides of his stomach. “What’s the matter, child prodigy? Can’t take a couple jabs to the stomach?” He’s nearly keeling over at this point, trying to twist away from your fingers. Seconds later, however, you hear a retaliating growl and arms wrap around your waist, hauling you up over Hank’s shoulder.
You screech in surprise, flailing your limbs in an attempt to reorient yourself. This only makes Hank chuckle, an arm cradling just above the back of your knees while the other reaches to land a single smack to your butt. He carries you through the kitchen, past the breakfast nook and an unphased Charles on the stairs.
“Do I want to know?” He asks, watching from the landing with arms crossed.
“Depends,” Hank says, turning to glance at him with a surprising, self assured wink. It’s sudden enough to cause you to shriek at the swinging movement, breathless from your continued giggling.
Charles pretends to think about his response as he comes towards the two of you.
“You two are so annoying.” you groan, beginning to feel the blood rushing to your head.
“Ah, and yet you still love us.” Charles easily hums back.
You bite your lip, unable to deny such an accusation. Yeah, you really did.
Also, how would you prefer for us to request nsfw? What I mean is, any preferences on what subjects you prefer to write about?
Hi there!
When it comes to submitting nsfw material, I don’t personally have any triggers or have a subject that I find extremely squicky. If someone were to send me something that has the ability to upset someone I will tag it accordingly, as you may have seen in past posts. With that being said, I would generally prefer things not to take a route that many would consider too far. This isn’t a blog that focuses on purely nsfw content, so be mindful of that! (I’m not only talking to you, of course, this is for all of my followers).
If I do seem to get a large amount of nsfw imagines in the inbox, I may consider making a day purely for nsfw content. If I did, it would most likely be a Sunday.
