#hadeandays

[xmcuallerdrake]

fandom: xmfc pairing: alex/darwin summary:

alex summers doesn’t believe in miracles, but he does believe in the multiplicity of the universe.

pinging: @nerdclops @morethanonepage @gullapip @jehanthepoet @citadelofswords @dreaming-of-fictional-worlds

[jehanthepoet]

"There’s only room for one pretty boy lumberjack on this campus." As a prompt for Alex/Armando please?

Okay, so the thing is I cannot picture either of them as lumberjacks???? But more than that in an au where alex has never been to jail and doesnt have to worry about his powers he is much more open. This can sort of be seen as a sequal to this

Alex leans into Armando’s shoulder and glares across the quad. Logan Howlett is sitting and talking with some of the other professors, and if Armando hadn’t already heard Alex’s complaints about the man he would be honestly baffled.

As it is, he’s still a little baffled,”Why is it you hate him again?”

“There’s only room for one pretty boy lumberjack on this campus. And I was here first.”

Armando thinks it’s probably a good thing that Alex isn’t looking at him because it is taking all his self control not to burst into hysterical laughter and he’s sure it shows on his face. Granted, this is not the most ridiculous thing that Alex has done. Before they had gotten together, Armando had found him asleep in an empty classroom that he had actually locked himself in so they had to wait for the next class to let them out.

Still, he feels that it’s his duty to remind him that even without Professor Howlett on campus, Alex is still not the only one who wears flannel at the University. “Babe, we go to a Liberal Arts school.”

Alex turns towards him, a look of utter betrayal on his face, “That is very far from being the point.”

Armando tugs him closer, and rests his chin on the top of Alex’s head, “If it makes you feel better, you are much prettier. Although I can’t say you look more like a lumberjack, I’m not going to lie to you like that.”

Alex lets out a sigh, but it sounds less exasperated and more fond, “Don’t you have a paper to write somewhere? I thought you were supposed to be an English Major, where did you find ten consecutive minutes of free time?”

Armando laughs, because he can’t exactly deny it. He’s taking four English courses this semester, on top of two gen-ed courses, so ten minutes is actually something of a miracle. He brings his lips up to Alex’s cheek, and just short of kissing him he says, “For you? I got all the time in the world, pretty boy.”

[jehanthepoet]

February?

In February I experienced the BEST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE where I got to go to New York with @bahorels-laughing-mistress and we saw the cast of Les Mis in concert at Beyond the Barricade and I met Chris McCarrell!! 

[angrycowboys]

okay so like, swimmer adam? imagine ronan going to pick up adam from swim practice right after he gets out from tennis, and both boys being so!!!! flustered!!!! ronan not even knowing where to look with soaking wet adam in that tiny little swimsuit and adam finding out that he is Very Into™ sweaty ronan in his tennis whites

yes, this is my Aesthetic. adam definitely goes red all over when he gets out of the pool and there’s a lot of averted eyes and covert staring (adam’s ass is amazing obvs and so are ronan’s muscley arms and his shorts are a little too short and tight for adam to think coherent thoughts) and ronan’s definitely sweating even more than he was before

[jehanthepoet]

"I was skipping class to sleep in an empty class room and you caught me but the door closed behind you and now we’re trapped inside cause the inside lock is broken" for Alex/Armando please

Alex is beyond tired. He’s just handed in the finalized version of his thesis, and he’s pretty sure that his blood is about 96% coffee at this point. So really, there’s no use to going to his next class, because he’s pretty sure he won’t actually be able to process anything the teacher is saying. And it’s not like he’s ever skipped it before.

He does what is obviously the logical thing, and slips into one of the classrooms that he knows no one uses during this period, pushes a few of the desks together, and falls asleep almost immediately.

 An indiscriminate amount of time later (or, about seven minutes according to his phone) he wakes up to the sound of the door clicking closed. 

In the door way is Armando, who is in at least four of his classes, although they’ve never really talked before. Alex may or may not have been staring at him all semester. 

“Hey man, are you okay?” He asks, and it takes Alex a second to realize that he is usually more composed than this, and taking a nap in a classroom is maybe not the most normal thing to do.

Still, it takes him a moment to remember how the mechanics of speaking actually works. “I just handed in my thesis paper,” he finally croaks, and Armando’s face immediately goes sympathetic, and also amused.

“And you thought the best idea was to take a nap on some desks?”

Alex blinked, because okay, maybe it wasn’t the best idea, “I didn’t want to walk back to my room?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Armando’s lips, and maybe if he had had more sleep Alex would have been offended, but really, it was sort of adorable, and he didn’t have the energy to front right now.

“How about I make sure you don’t keel over on your way back to your building, and then you can take a nap? There’s a class in here in like an hour anyway.”

This seems like a lot to ask, but Armando makes a good point, and Alex would very much like to sleep for more than an hour, so he does his best not to look too put out as he takes Armando’s offered hand and hops off of the desks.

Unfortunately, there is a glaring flaw in this plan. The doors, it seems, have locked behind them. Which means they actually cannot get out of the classroom. Which means Alex cannot go back to his room and take a nap.

Really, his life is a tragedy.

Armando turns to him and says, “I guess that’s off the table then. If you still want to sleep, I’ll probably just get some homework done or something until someone comes along to open the classroom.”

Alex thinks this is an amazing suggestion, and while he’d like to think he said something along those lines, he’s pretty sure he just passes out as soon as he’s slightly horizontal.

…………

An hour later, Armando shakes him awake as some history class files into the room. And Alex, who is about zero percent as well rested as he would like to be, follows Armando back to his dorm building in a daze before crashing again almost immediately.

When he wakes up the next morning, he realizes that he has a new number programmed into his phone, and an unread text message telling him he talks in his sleep.

[citadelofswords]

alex x armando for number 18?

18 - things you said when you were scared

It hit Alex in half a second, that he had no idea why he was actually doing this.

By this he meant any of this-- agreeing to leave solitary, being in a building with people that he could hurt, opening himself up to them, showing them what he could do, agreeing to go along with some crackpot crazy plan-- it was terrifying.

More often than not, he ended up in the main room, playing pinball nonstop.

More often than not, Armando ended up with him.

They usually stood together in silence, Alex banging on the buttons, Armando watching with his dark eyes. Alex liked it better that way, and Armando a. didn’t try to pry (unlike Raven, Hank, and Sean) and b. wasn’t creepily terrifying (like Angel).

One night, Alex broke the silence.

“I have a brother, you know.”

Armando looked at him, Alex knew, with an expression of surprise. Probably because he was saying things. “Yeah?”

Alex nodded. “He’s younger,” he said. “Fifteen, now, probably. In foster care, somewhere. His name’s Scott.”

“What’s he like?” Armando asked.

Alex shrugged, eyes never leaving the game. “Rude. Curt. Loyal as all hell. Will follow you to the Earth and back if he trusts you.”

Armando smiled. “Sounds like you, a little,” he said, quietly.

Alex glanced at him quickly. “You’d say I’m loyal?”

Armando nodded. “And curt. Not really rude, though.”

Alex blinked, and then looked back at the game. “I love him more than anything,” he said, quietly, and then the words slipped out. “I would do anything for him. Already have.”

Armando, thankfully, said nothing.

“Hey,” Alex said, and let the game end. “If something happens to us... to me...”

“Alex...”

“No, please, just listen. If something happens to us, you’ll make it out, right? Adapt to survive means you can’t be killed.” Armando looked sad for some reason, but Alex pressed on. “If something happens to me... promise you’ll try and find him. Get Xavier to find him and get him where he’ll be safe.”

He hadn’t meant to say that. But Armando’s hands landed over his own, stilling the fingers he hadn’t even realized had begun to shake. “Promise,” he said quietly.

Alex, thankfully, was saved from replying by the sound of shattering glass.

“Come on,” Armando said, grinning. “Let’s make sure Sean didn’t hurt himself again.”

[jehanthepoet]

"You just watched me slip on the ice and wind up sitting in the snowbank beside the parking lot. You’re laughing and now it’s you slipping and your face in the snowbank across from me" au for alex/armando

So idk if i’m happy with this?? and technically it doesn’t follow the prompt exactly but like. still.

In retrospect, Alex probably shouldn’t have even ventured out of his dorm room yet. The storm had three hours ago, and while the CVS closest to campus was open, nothing else was. Still, considering the fact that they were technically in a state of emergency, he and Sean had gone through a lot of food these past few days, and if they were going to make it until the dining halls opened at two pm tomorrow, he was going to have to pick up a few things.

Sean, the lucky bastard, was still safely tucked away in their dorm room. Because Alex was a nice roommate, okay? And also he had drawn the short straw between his friends. Because he was lucky like that.

CVS has pretty much been cleared out of anything, because people tend to panic when they think they’re going to lose power. (And yeah, okay the whole campus was without power for like four days, but whatever. It’s still ridiculous.) There’s some bread left though, and peanut butter, which is lucky. Alex has lasted for longer on less, so really, it’s only Sean who’s going to have to tough it out, but that’s okay. He’ll probably sleep most of the time anyway.

He’s started his trek back to the dorm building (and really, the fact that they haven’t shoveled the sidewalk is not making things easier. The snow drifts are taller than he is, and he feels a little bit like some sort of mountaineer) when he notices that, surprisingly, there is another human being out and about in this godforsaken weather. And, of course, just Alex’s luck the only other human being that was stupid enough to consider going outside right now is not just anyone, but it’s Armando, who is in Alex’s philosophy class and who Alex has been staring at for the entirety of the semester.

Which means that of course it’s only after Armando shows up that Alex falls into a snowbank. And no, the two events are obviously not related to each other. He did not fall over just because he saw Armando, even if Armando did look like he stepped out of a photo shoot for winter coats or whatever.

Y’know what? This conversation is over.

Shut up.

And of course, the story doesn’t end there, because Alex is a human disaster and the universe hates him. No, instead of being greeted with the sweet release of death upon falling into the snowbank, he’s greeted with the sound of laughter. Because of course Armando saw that.

Armando is not, however, as much of an asshole as, say Alex himself is, because he comes over to help him out even though he’s laughing at him.

“You okay there?” he says, and there’s still laughter in his voice. Alex resents this probably less than he should, but Armando holds out his hand, which kind of makes up for it.

Alex takes it. “I’m, yeah. Embarrassed, but uninjured. Story of my life, y’know?”

“Nothing to be embarrassed over. The roads are pretty slippery right now,” Armando replies, as he hauls Alex to his feet. Unfortunately, Alex has not become less of a human disaster in the past two minutes, and the action causes him to fall back into the snowbank, albeit in a slightly different spot, and bring Armando with him.

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When Sean hears about how exciting the Alex’s trip to the store was he laughs for a solid five minutes. Armando, who came back to the room with Alex (partially due to the promise of hot chocolate) laughs as well, and even Alex finds himself smiling.

[oakspine]

hadeandays said: I really love the lines of the flower! It’s gorgeous

aaaaaa thank you i was staring at that thing for so long! and i wasnt allowed to lift the pen either. i like how it came out tho!