Groovy Mutations

Hello I'm Charles Xavier, but call me Charles, Professor Xavier, or even Professor X if you so fancy. 27 and Originally from upstate New York but after my father's death I spent most of my time in England, thus the accent. I teach advanced/graduate level Genetics, Biogenetics, and Human Evolution. "Mutation took us from single-celled organisms to being the dominant form of reproductive life on this planet. Infinite forms of variation with each generation, all through mutation." ((privat RP for NPU))

[pvwerfulmcnds]

try-me-motherfuckers‌:

“That doesn’t count. It was too quick to properly judge,” Erik responded, voice a low, content rumble. He placed his cigarette in the ash tray as well before it lifted itself into the air and floated over to land gently on the night stand, barely making a sound when it touched the surface. He reached over and placed his hands on Charles’ hips, tugging the younger man into his lap with a satisfied hum and giving him a slow, almost predatory grin. He slid one hand slowly up his husband’s back, fingers following the bumps of his spine until they reached the back of his neck. Moving it around to rest on the side of his neck, he brushed his thumb over the steady pulse beneath the pale skin there before tugging him back into a more insistent kiss, teeth nipping lightly at his lower lip as he projected a surge of arousal through their mental connection.

“You’re so bad, you know. I mention one kiss and you’re all over me.” Charles laughed as their lips moved together when he spoke.  “Here I thought you’d learn to control yourself with a toddler in the other room.”  This time it was Charles who initiated the kiss, humming softly against his husband’s lips as he sunk down into his Husband’s embrace, with a grin against the older man’s lips.  Charles thought it was hilarious to tease Erik about trying to get in his pants with their son sleeping only a doorway away.  Of course he didn’t mind his husband’s clear appetite for him whenever he wanted to indulge.  With term over and kids going back home, without anyone to truly interrupt except Em, he knew things would be different, sort of, and if he were being honest he didn’t mind one bit.  He enjoyed having this time with Erik and when his husband wanted to ravage him well then why shouldn’t he indulge in a bit of pleasurable timing with the man he loved.  Charles pulled away from the kiss and dark blue glinted into deep grey, a grin on his face that matched Erik’s almost completely.  “Though, I’m glad this is one area in which your control wavers almost daily.”

[pvwerfulmcnds]

try-me-motherfuckers‌:

“We probably should, considering all the studies about how it causes lung cancer. Though considering our gene superiority, I don’t know if that applies to us.”

“Well there’s that, or because we don’t do it that often.  Not to mention, where some find it disgusting, I think you taste lovely with a bit of smoke on your tongue, love.”

[pvwerfulmcnds]

"Why test, what I know to be true. If you just want me to kiss you, darling, you need only ask." Charles chuckled softly placing his own cigarette in the ashtray that sat between them on the bed before leaning over and kissing his husband just after he'd sucked in a puff of his own smoke. When he pulled back with a grin he blew the now shared smoke out of his mouth with a laugh. "Tasted lovely, darling."

[pvwerfulmcnds]

try-me-motherfuckers‌:

“We probably should, considering all the studies about how it causes lung cancer. Though considering our gene superiority, I don’t know if that applies to us.”

“Well there’s that, or because we don’t do it that often.  Not to mention, where some find it disgusting, I think you taste lovely with a bit of smoke on your tongue, love.”

[try-me-motherfuckers]

[pvwerfulmcnds]

“Are we ever going to give up this habit, darling?”

[christophernolan]

You believe in love, don’t you?

[altman-shelby]

I’d say our journey is quite unforgettable - insp.

[pvwerfulmcnds]

try-me-motherfuckers‌:

The rush of relief that Erik felt when Charles arrived and froze the agents was nearly overwhelming, and he pushed it through their mental bond so that Charles could feel the intensity of it, along with a wave of gratitude. He watched his husband proudly as he wiped the minds of the agents, and though he was tempted to smash the cars of the agents just out of spite, he managed to restrain himself as he watched them get back into the cars and drive back down the driveway and out the gate. Erik waited until the last car had disappeared down the road before yanking the gate back shut, firmly locking it and making sure that it was secure before turning back to Charles. “Thank you, liebling,” he murmured, a genuine look of warmth in his eyes as he reached out to pull the younger man into another tight hug, holding him tight as he rested his cheek against the top of his head, ignoring the way the soft strands of his hair tickled the side of his face. He could feel the lingering tendrils of terror and panic that clung to the edges of Charles’ mind, and he rubbed a hand slowly over the telepath’s back to try and soothe him. “I’m alright, we’re alright.”

Charles took the hug and returned it a million fold.  The feeling of his own relief mixing in with his husband’s as they held each other tightly on the lawn.  He became aware of dozens of sets of eyes looking at them through various windows but he didn’t care.  He pulled away from the hug enough to press his lips to Erik’s, sighing into the way the contact managed to continue to soothe him further.  They stayed that way until the need to breathe became evident and he pulled back, resting his forehead against the older man’s just letting their minds rest together as they would normally and allowing it to calm the last of the intense feelings that had been coursing through him.  “I don’t know who opened the gate for them but when I find out they’re going to get an earful.  I hate to say because it’s awful but I’m afraid no one would’ve been safe if they had taken you before I got to you.  You’re the only reason my control would ever waiver.”  Blue eyes looked up to see dark grey staring back and he gave a soft but shaky smile.  “I think I’ll cancel classes for the rest of the day.  I don’t want to be away from you and I think Em needs to see that you’re okay as well, he rather lost it a bit when I wouldn’t let him come help.  Also I think your class would like to see that you’re unharmed, as they seem to be quite shaken and very much worried about you.  Shall we take care of them first and then find Hank and give him a break from a frightened toddler?”

[try-me-motherfuckers]

The spring had been unusually warm so far, enough that Erik had been able to take his classes outside for the past week or so. The small group of teenagers that made up his German literature class were gathered in a loose semi-circle in front of the large, old oak tree that stood watch over the front grounds of the mansion. Erik stood in front of the trunk, underneath the canopy of branches, reading aloud from a battered old copy of the book that they had been steadily working through this semester, Emory seated right by his feet and listening just as intently as the students. Despite only being four years old, his son was already proving to be very intelligent and was retaining German just as well as he was English. He suspected that his decision to read him German children’s books likely attributed to that, but it didn’t do anything to temper the pride that he felt whenever he glanced down to see Emory watching with wide, bright blue eyes.

He had started to turn to the next page when his fingers stilled and his voice abruptly halted, prompting the students to look first at each other and then at him with expressions full of confusion and then concern. Erik turned towards the gate to the mansion, grey eyes hardening as it pulled open just in time to admit a group of sleek black cars, gravel flying beneath their tires as they pulled around the fountain in front and came skidding to a halt. He could feel the heated metal of weapons even before all of the doors flew open at once, and he lowered the book as federal agents came pouring out of the cars like ants, guns drawn and all pointed at him.

“Magneto!” one shouted, advancing slowly as he looked down the sights of his weapon. “You are under arrest! Do not move!”

By this point, the startled students had all begun to get up, causing some of the agents to swivel their guns to them. Emory had gotten up as well and was now clinging to Erik’s leg, hiding partially behind it and surprisingly calm despite the commotion. It would have been as easy as breathing for Erik to crush their guns like tin cans and rip their cars to pieces, but the presence of the students and his son gave him pause. It would be difficult to protect all of them if all hell broke loose.

Dropping the book to the grass, Erik slowly lifted his hands, making sure to keep all of his movements relaxed and not sudden. “I’ll come quietly,” he said smoothly, reaching out with just enough of his powers to nudge the guns that the agents had trained on the students back so that they were pointing at him once again. “Just don’t hurt anyone else. I’m going to send the students away.” The last sentence was accompanied with a sharp glance at the group of students, and despite the reluctance that was clear on some of their faces, they all backed away to a decent distance before turning to flee into the school. Turning his attention to his son, who was still clinging stubbornly to his leg, Erik said, “Go and find your daddy, Emory.”

For a moment Emory just looked up at him with those eyes that were so like Charles’, and for one wild moment he almost expected him to argue just like Charles would have done, but then he had let go of his leg and was running across the grass towards the school. Erik watched him go, keeping all of the guns resolutely trained on him while prodding Charles with a mental nudge, sending him just enough information to know that their son was looking for him.

@pvwerfulmcnds

[pvwerfulmcnds]

Charles was sitting in his classroom grading a few papers, as his class took a test.  He hated having them be stuffed inside when Spring in New York had clearly sprung but he hoped they would find some time to get out there afterwards.  His pen scratched out of sync with the gilted and stilted pen scratchings of his students as they answered questions and skipped others.  The nervous energy of the room bounced around his head and while he knew it was kind of wrong he couldn’t help but smirk.  He wanted his students to excel so that they could be whatever they wanted to be and not only be looked at as their mutations.

Confusion crossed his face when he felt hostile, clinical, and focused minds entering the safeguards of the school.  The only way they could get past the gate was if they were let in and not many people outside of the school made the list of people that do such a thing.  The focused minds were soon covered by familiar minds these ones full of panic as they rushed into the manor, some of them so scared he had to suppress their mutations from either hurting them or anyone else.  His mind perked when he felt a nudge from Erik, it was far too calm.  Erik wasn’t always in a complete state of panic but his mind was never this calm, especially during school hours.

Charles stood from his desk, “Pencil’s down everyone.  We’ll pick this back up tomorrow.  Everyone go to your rooms, now and don’t leave until you’re told.  Now.”  His voice was stern as he turned to his students.  Just as he finished speaking the warning he had received from Erik about Emory coming to find him came to fruition.  He managed to slip his hands under the 3 year old’s arms and scoop him up.  “Daddy, Daddy!  Some men are trying to hurt Papa!  They said he was gonna get ‘rrested!”  He could feel the distress coming off his son in waves and did his best to shush him, and his own swell of panic, as he carried Em off, who had begun to work himself up to a cry.  He managed to find Hank who had apparently been coming to find him.  “Em, go with Uncle Hank.  I have to go.”  There was plenty of thrashing and crying as Em tried to stay with Charles but he managed to make the exchange.  “I know you want to see Papa but Daddy has to go make sure he’s safe and it’s too dangerous for little boys.  I promise I’ll bring him back to you, just stay with Uncle Hank.”  He leaned in and placed a kiss on the young boy’s forehead before rushing off.

Charles rushed down the stairs and out one of the back doors, heading towards where he knew Erik had been teaching his class.  His shock was evident as he rounded the corner and saw a large FBI team all holding guns on his husband.  He rushed over, watching as all the guns that made to point in his direction were yanked back towards Erik.  “I’m sorry Gentlemen if you could just lower your weapons and stay put for a second.”  The confusion on all of their faces when, without their permission they lowered their weapons and froze in place.  He watched Erik slowly put his hands down and he rushed over to him hugging him tightly.  He pulled away standing next to Erik facing all of the men together.  “I’m not sure who or what brought all of you here today but I think you’ll find you were mistaken,”  Charles closed his eyes finding every mind that was a part of the team surrounding them and wiping and changing them.  “There is no Magneto here, in fact you didn’t see anyone here today, the tip only led you to a wild goose chase dead end sort of thing.  Should anyone provide you again with a tip that Magneto is at this place you will inform them that this building is quite abandoned and you won’t come looking here again.  Goodbye.”

[niralamba]

~X-Men: First Class~

*accentuation*

[pvwerfulmcnds]

try-me-motherfuckers‌:

Erik knew what was coming the instant that he felt a twinge of amusement from Charles echo inside of his own mind. Only seconds later, their son came racing into the room and sprang into his lap, causing him to let out a soft grunt at the sudden impact. Emory was still wet from his bath, meaning that he had once again ran away from Charles before he could be dried off, and he sighed softly as he wrapped his arms around the toddler to keep him from falling off. He had paperclips attached to all of Emory’s clothes so that he could keep track of him or use them to keep him from falling over whenever he was toddling about the mansion, but since he had just come from the bath, that wasn’t an option at the moment. “Mäuschen, you can’t keep running away from Daddy before he can dry you off and get you dressed,” he said gently, though there was no actual irritation in his tone. He pressed a kiss to the top of Emory’s head, damp brown hair the exact same shade as Charles’ tickling his face in the process. He looked up as Charles entered the room, smiling warmly at his husband as he picked their son up and held him out so that the telepath could wrap him up in the towel. “I think he gets his tendency to run away from his problems from me.”

“Or maybe from me.  Both of us probably though.  I recall never wanting to be toweled off after a bath.  I think that made my butler and sometimes the head maid quite frustrated with me.”  Charles chuckled, wrapping the towel around their son and taking him back in his arms.  He walked over to their bed, climbing onto it and plopping the lotion and their son onto it with him, who giggled as he bounced.  “No dry... I don’t wanna go to bed.” Charles could only chuckle as he began rubbing the towel along his son’s skin, which always seemed to hold a glow.  He chalked that up to being from Vee, since she had mentioned that a couple of times. “Oh, so you think if you’re wet you won’t have to go to bed? Huh, what do you think, Papa?  Do wet little boys get to stay up or do they still have to go to bed?” Charles looked up at Erik with a grin as he set about continuing to dry off Emory who was wiggling about as much as he could to try and stop it.  When he finally removed the towel he watched for a second as Em tried to quickly crawl away his hand shooting out to catch him by the ankle just before he made it too far out of reach.  “You know what happens if you want to stay up right?” Charles had the most mischievous glint in his eye when his son looked at him with the most amused panicked look on his face. “Noooo, Papa Daddy’s gonna ti--” His words were cut off by loud shrieking giggles as Charles began tickling every bit of skin on his son that he could reach.

[pvwerfulmcnds]

@try-me-motherfuckers

Charles stood up from the bathtub watching as little and wobbly, but bare, legs went running into the other room. “Papa, Papa...” the high pitched voice of their son squealed.  He pulled the plug on the bath and stretched, grunting softly as his back cracked. Chestnut locks flipped softly as he shook his head, grabbing up the large towel and following Emory into the large bedroom that he shared with his husband, their son’s being in the room that adjoined to their own.  He pulled the sensitive skin lavender lotion out of the cabinet and walked in just in time to see their very wet and very much naked 3 year old jumping into Erik’s lap.

[pvwerfulmcnds]

What I want to see in DP?

the very gay and very loving ‘oh my go we barely made it out of another shitfest alive... we really need to stop fucking each other over and just fuck each other’ sex that we cherik shippers deserve. 

[fassandavoy]

#that tension though

[pvwerfulmcnds]

quietrevolver‌:

“I kind of don’t have a choice but to live in the moment right now. I don’t have a child because Lorna absconded off with her on a plane before I could even get there, and I don’t even know where the hell she’s going. So, all I can really do is continue to do what I’ve been doing my whole career: beating people up who deserve it, and spending every single night inside my favorite diner trying everything on the menu one day, one meal at a time. Guess we’ll see what Lady Luck has in store for yours truly soon enough.”

Just because she’s not here physically doesn’t mean she isn’t yours. Just like I had to tell Erik about Lorna. She can say whatever she wants but you’re that little girl’s father and nothing can change that. She could go to the opposite side of the world but that baby is yours and she can’t deny that. Though yes, you’re right, until she comes around life must go on and you can only keep moving forward. I’m sorry she took your daughter away. I’m not sure what happened and it’s not my business but I know what’s it like to grow up with parents who aren’t there, so I hope you get the opportunity to be there at some point.”

[pvwerfulmcnds]

quietrevolver‌:

“I’m…honestly not sure anymore. I feel like I’m just living right now. Living in the moment, being a Spider-Man, day to day just not knowing what’s going to happen next. I used to know what I wanted back in the day, but clearly this is my world now. I don’t know what I’m reaching for. Maybe I’ll figure it out someday.”

“The only way to know is to live your life day by day. Things come and go, what we want out of life changes all the time. I used to think all I wanted was my science and to live my life advocating for the recognition of the x-gene, and to be a professor in England. Then when I was seventeen I met a man who changed my life forever and what I wanted from my life changed. I know you have a child now, but that doesn’t mean you can’t live in the moment and day by day. What you want how you see yourself and your future will change every day that you’re alive.  My best advice is to roll with it, this is where you are now, and all you can do is live to see what happens next.”

[quietrevolver]

“What’s the one thing in life you wish you could have but just simply can’t?”

[pvwerfulmcnds]

“If we’re waxing philosophical, then equality for everyone, human, mutant, spider, inhuman, etc. because really all of the fighting is starting to get old at this point.  I’ve been around it all of my life I’d like to think it’ll end before I die. However, if we’re talking just regular life things, to be free of the things that tie me down, like mental illness and those sorts of things. Why do you ask? Are you wishing for something you can’t seem to have?”

[quietrevolver]

“Yeah I bet. It’s always tough when you’re cast into the immediate role of social outcast. Every public service or good deed you do will either be cheered and praised, or completely reviled and you’ll be called a menace just because you look different or because you wear a mask to conceal your identity. We don’t want the fame or fortune of being a superhero. We just want to protect the good people of our friendly neighborhood and city, no matter who they are or what they might be. Sometimes the cost can only be minimal, like restless nights or maybe a bad bruise, and sometimes the cost can be way too great, like experiencing the death of a loved one. We’ve all experienced that at some point in all of our lives, and the guilt? The guilt’s not our primary motivating factor in doing what we do, though it is a powerful motivator. It’s the sense of responsibility that inspires us to protect and serve New York the way we do. The way any superhero who calls this great city home would do, your people included. Listen, can I ask you something personal? Like, man to Spider-Man?”

[pvwerfulmcnds]

“You can ask me anything. What else is on your mind?”