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Just watched Basic Instinct and got me thinking since Alastor tends to get a lot of attention, what if Alastor would occasionally killed his victims during a passionate act of sex?
Alastor would be riding someone and next thing you know he starts stabbing them
who hasn't been there
Primal Impulses question (I'm curious about it since you started the fic!): are you planning writing a charles' version of sharon stone's leg crossing? or will you keep it as secret? ><
There will be a VERSION of that yes, though obviously I can’t show a naked crotch shot (no matter how much I want to) - I don’t really have a reason for Charles to be wearing a dress, and I can’t think of any scenario that would make sense for him to be pantless in interrogation (that isn’t porn lol).
So yes, something like that, but not exactly!!! :D
Basic Instinct AU - Part 7
Gifset is here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
For those of you who prefer to read this in chapter format, I’m uploading 1-2 parts at a time on AO3 here.
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Dangerous or not, Logan finds himself on a familiar doorstep the following day, with Alex fidgeting at his side. They stop first at the Park Avenue address, listed as the primary residence, and are unsurprised when their impatient knocks go unanswered. They have much better luck at the mansion in Westchester, with Xavier opening the door only a few moments after they ring the bell.
“Ah, Detectives!”
Xavier leans casually against the door frame, posture relaxed as he peers up at Logan through a pair of black rimmed designer glasses. Dressed in a white tank top and a pair of fitted grey jogging pants he looks charmingly disheveled – and nothing like the cold-blooded killer Logan has pictured inside his head.
“Mr. Xavier, we need you to come with us and answer a few questions.”
Eyes sharp and bright linger on Alex’s face, long and steady enough to make the kid swallow audibly. “Dr. Xavier,” the man corrects, and Alex frowns, only for Xavier to throw off the rising tension with an easy smile. “Am I under arrest?”
“If that’s what it takes,” Logan replies, which for some inexplicable reason makes Xavier smile even wider.
“Mind if I change first?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning briskly to head back inside. Logan and Alex wander after him through the massive front hall and past the wide oak staircase, passing room after room of antique furniture and old paintings until they come to Xavier’s study.
“Have a seat. I’ll just be a few minutes,” he says, waving an arm absently towards the couch and the upholstered armchair. Logan watches as Xavier slips quietly out of the room, choosing a seat on the edge of the couch that gives him a clear view past the partially open door. Alex neglects to sit, choosing to wander around the large yet cluttered room, checking out the massive book collection on three of the four walls.
Xavier’s voice drifts in from the next room, following the sounds of a door opening and then closing. “Is this going to take long?”
“Don’t know.”
There are no further questions from Xavier, so Logan leans back and lets his eyes drift around the room, landing finally on the coffee table in front of him. Xavier’s laptop is there sitting open, with hand scribbled notes, half empty coffee cups and a newspaper strewn across its surface. Logan reaches for the paper absently, only to freeze when he spots the headline.
Mutant Cop Cleared in Shooting
nikorys replied to your post: Basic Instinct AU - Part 6
WAIT WAIT, SO, it was done by someone who hates charles … to implicate him as the killer ????h MMMM ??? SHIT, MAYBE ERIK . … .. GOD but i want to read their past together or smth OHMYOGMD WHATS HAPPENNING
Someone who hates Charles MAY be the killer...Charles himself is still very much a suspect! As for Erik’s involvement or not...what do you think? We’ll have to see! :D
Basic Instinct AU - Part 6
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Logan stays up late that night, alternating between beer and cigars as he pores over the pages of Xavier’s book. He’s not much of a reader - preferring to spend his down time in front of the T.V. – but he does know how to appreciate a good story.
And Xavier’s writing is good, spinning a tale that is deeply provocative and engaging. Logan finds himself pulled into the mindset of the protagonist, living the anger and heartbreak of her parents’ death at the hands of one of the rich and entitled. Can trace the roots of hatred embedded deep in her soul, following her in a decade’s long path to revenge. How she insinuated herself into this man’s life and into his bed, and then exacted justice in a flurry of violence and sex.
She sinks down with a soft moan, the metal in the cuffs singing through her body as she rocks slowly up and down his shaft. It calls to her, whispering, to constrict inch by agonising inch until the frail bones in his wrists snap in two and the blood splatters across the silk sheets. Tempting, but she reels it in, reveling instead in the power she wields over him in his prone form. He is bound and lost in ecstasy as she rides him, taking his pleasure from her body as callously as he takes everything else in his charmed life.
The steel of the ice pick hums, low and quiet, warming her with the knowledge of what is yet to come…
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Erik joins them in the conference room the next morning, accompanied by an icy blonde dressed all in white.
“This is Dr. Emma Frost,” he begins, his hand absently brushing one of the copies of ‘Love Hurts’ strewn across the table. “I’ve asked her to consult since this isn’t my area of expertise. She teaches psychopathology at Columbia and she also does work with the FBI. Dr. Frost?”
“You’re looking at two possible scenarios here,” Frost says without any introductions or niceties, an air of indifference about her that Logan finds immediately off-putting. “One. The author is the killer, acting out the murder described in ritualistic, literal detail. Or two. Someone wanting to hurt the author read the book, and enacted the killing to incriminate him.”
Both options make Logan cringe internally, though something about Xavier continues to bother him, an itch under his skin he can’t scratch. “If the author did it? What are we dealing with?”
“You’re dealing with a devious diabolical mind,” Frost answers, and Logan shares a look with Alex beside him, as Sean mutters something indecipherable under his breath. “This book was written at least six months, maybe even years before it was published. That means the writer’s been planning the crime, at least subconsciously for that long. The fact that it was carried out indicates psychopathic obsessive behavior not only in the killing itself, but in the applied advance defense mechanism.”
The Captain turns her steady gaze at Frost, and Logan is reminded once again how much he likes Moira’s no bull-shit attitude. “English please Doctor. For those of us who don’t have psych degrees.”
Lehnsherr, who has been sitting impassively beside Frost, jumps in to clarify. “He anticipated the book to be his alibi. He’s going to say ‘do you think I’d be dumb enough to kill someone in the exact way I’ve described in my book? I wouldn’t do that since I’d be a suspect.’”
“And if it’s somebody else?” Alex asks.
Frost leans back in her chair, eyes darting around the room and landing for a few moments on Erik, before turning her gaze to Alex. “You’re dealing with someone so obsessed that he or she is willing to kill an innocent person to implicate the writer. That’s deep-seeded, obsessional hatred. An utter lack of sense of proportion or perspective.”
“So either way, we’re talking total looney tunes crazy huh?” Sean snarks.
“What you have,” Frost snaps, “is someone very ill. And very, very dangerous.”
Basic Instinct AU - Part 5
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Lehnsherr’s words stay with him for hours, through a hurried lunch of greasy burgers and too many cups of bad coffee. His thoughts are still lingering on Xavier when they’re called in for an update, Logan and Alex entering the room to find Cassidy, McCoy and Captain MacTaggert already waiting around the conference table.
Never one for needless chit chat, the Captain turns to Hank with a nod. “Tell us what you got.”
Hank adjusts his glasses and taps his tablet with a sigh. “There are sixteen stab wounds to the chest and neck. No usable prints, no forcible entry, nothing missing in the penthouse. No prints on the ice pick and the metal cuffs you can buy off any sex toy site online.”
“What about the boyfriend, Xavier?” Alex pipes up.
The Captain looks at Logan and back at Alex, eyebrow raised. “Is he relevant? I didn’t know he was a suspect.”
Logan nods. “Yeah, he’s a suspect.”
“Alright.” She turns to Sean next and asks, “What do we know about him?”
Cassidy doesn’t even bother to check his notes, leaning forward and brimming with excitement. “You guys are gonna love this. Charles Xavier. Age 30. Telepath. No priors, no convictions. Doctorates in Genetics and Psychology from Oxford. Son of the late Brian and Sharon Xavier. Dad died in a lab accident when he was six. Mom died from the booze when he was 17, leaving him sole heir. Net worth $3.5 billion dollars.”
“Fuck.”
Alex snorts. “Well now we know he didn’t kill Shaw for the money.”
“Sole…wait a minute,” Logan interrupts, “what about the sister?”
“Adopted. She lives with him at the Park Avenue address.”
Nothing in Sean’s briefing so far surprises Logan about Xavier, though he’s yet to gain any insight on a motive. The Captain appears to be in the same boat, a slight frown on her face as she taps her fingers impatiently on the table top. “So he’s rich and he dated the victim. What else? Because that’s not nearly enough to build a case.”
Sean shakes his head, still looking immensely entertained. “I’m getting to the best part. So the house he has in Westchester? The Xavier Institute? He runs a sort of half-way house there for mutants; helps newly released inmates get reintegrated back into society. All funded by Xavier himself, no government money.”
“So what? He’s a goddamn saint now?” Logan growls and the others all stare at him as he continues. “Money and a couple of fancy degrees doesn’t mean shit. Doesn’t mean he’s not capable of stabbing a guy in the throat with an ice pick.”
Hank sighs. “Well I can’t prove anything ‘til I get the DNA results back. And that’s going to take a couple of weeks, at least.”
Sean brushes them both off with an impatient wave. “You gotta let me finish. Guess what else Xavier does when he’s not being the patron saint of downtrodden mutants?”
“Just spit it out Cassidy.”
“He’s a writer.” Sean says gleefully, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a paperback. “This was published last year under his pen name. Guess what it’s about?”
The cover of the novel is all in black, with the title ‘Love Hurts’ in a red font styled to look like smears of blood. The name ‘Charlie Francis’ is written in gold lettering across the bottom.
“It’s about a rich media mogul who gets murdered by his girlfriend.” Sean stops briefly and grins, clearly for added effect. “She cuffs him to the bed, and stabs him to death with an ice pick.”
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We come back to Erik next, and then...more Charles!
I feel like you have a lot of things that are works in progresses and I have no idea which ones I want you to write and update first but BASIC INSTINCT IS AMAZING PLEASE CONTINUE ALL THE THINGS
Anonymous said: Your Basic Instinct au is amazing!! I can’t wait for the rest of it!!!
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Guys I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your support! I’m having such a blast writing this AU, and it’s so great to see that you’re enjoying it too :D
Sadly, I DO have all the WIPs (*hangs head in shame*) BUT I am 100% focused on writing this one right now to completion. The muse is super hot and demanding at the moment, and reminds me of my experience with ‘The Hellfire Club’ - where the idea came to me and the fic got written and posted all within the expanse of I think 10-14 days!
Basic Instinct AU - Part 3
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The drive to North Salem takes them just over an hour, the hustle of the city dissolving into miles of rolling green. When they reach Xavier’s address even Logan is a little stunned, staring up at the castle-like mansion that Raven had dismissed earlier as ‘the House’.
They leave the car in the circular driveway behind a shiny red Jaguar, ringing the bell as they gaze over the immaculate grounds. There’s a simple bronze plaque to the right of the double doors that reads ‘Xavier Institute’, though it’s unclear to Logan what it means.
After waiting, and getting no response, they make their way around the vast property, wandering past a rose garden, a tennis court and an outdoor pool. And though the place is well maintained it also appears completely deserted, until Logan catches the scent of sweat and adrenaline as they round the corner to the back of the house.
“Can you believe this place?” Alex muses, his eyes wide at the sight of a massive stone terrace and sprawling green fields. But Logan barely notices the view, his attention immediately drawn to the spot on the grass where a man is currently doing push ups one-handed.
His instincts tell him that he’s found Xavier, so he makes his way across the path and down the stone stairs. Alex follows closely behind Logan, having also noticed the man on the ground.
“Charles Xavier?”
The man ignores them, continuing his push ups without a word. Logan takes the opportunity to examine Xavier with a critical eye, noting the broad shoulders and toned biceps, beads of sweat sliding down his naked back.
Finally, after another twenty reps Xavier pushes himself up, grabbing a towel off the ground and slinging it over his neck. He is shorter than Logan – maybe 5’6, 5’7 – but his presence seems to fill the space between them. The light scruff does little to hide a face that’s young and affable, though the intensity of his gaze puts Logan on high alert.
“I’m De–”
“I know who you are,” Xavier interrupts, turning towards the stairs and up to an outdoor lounge they previously missed, grabbing a bottle of water off an expensive looking table inlaid with marble. He slips onto one of the comfortable looking deck chairs, taking a long drink before he asks, “How did he die?”
Logan shares a glance with Alex, who raises his eyebrows at him and answers, “He was murdered.”
Xavier turns his piercing blue eyes on Alex, who shifts a little uncomfortably under the scrutiny. “Really?” Xavier continues, tone deceptively mild. “Is that why you’re from Homicide? How did he die?”
Those eyes turn to fix on Logan next, and the unsettled feeling in his gut returns. “With an ice pick,” he answers and Xavier smiles, his lips pressed into a thin line. “How long were you dating him?”
“I wasn’t dating him. I was fucking him.”
