#wicked writings

[xmenwickedgame]

//just sitting here picturing Charles and Erik snuggled up under a blanket on the couch. All gifts are wrapped and ready for Christmas Day, all baking is done, but their home still smells of cinnamon-sugar ❤️ Vivian is asleep upstairs, their only child for now, but in a few years she’ll be joined by others, and won’t that be wonderful. Charles and Erik too, will add a third member to their quiet nights, although it will take even longer before X admits he enjoys the cuddling as much as they do.

In the meantime, though, it’s just them, married but a mere six months but destined for each other from the very first day they met. Maybe that’s why, this, their first Christmas as “Mr. and Professor Lehnsherr” officially feels less like a new spark thrown from the fire and more like the comforting warmth from its flames. Life as it was always meant to be. Life as it will be from now on❤️

[xmenwickedgame]

🌷 violet and david

A compliment

The Time Lord once known as David Xavier (primarily called ‘David’ as of late) watched the Time Eaters (Time Demons) scamper off, clicking and squeaking in with their metaphorical tails between their legs. He continued to watch as the source of their fear, a young woman with the prowess of an ancient beast hissed after them, her sturdy frame crackling with eerie blue energy. It was an ethereal sight, he decided, leaning against the doorframe. An otherworldly sight that reminded him vaguely of the stories his grandfather told him as a boy: Cybermen and Daleks, stone angels that moved behind closed eyes and a woman bleeding golden light, her touch as delicate as it was deadly—

The adult David shook his head, stepping out of his thoughts. He crossed his arms, a rare display of casual body language that these days didn’t feel so rare at all. He remembered the first night he tried to sleep after those stories: how the shadows flickered on the walls, making hollow faces in his imagination. He remembered walking the halls of his home like a ghost, moving with all the sluggishness of exhaustion. He also remembered how his sister coaxed the answer from him and how he swore her to secrecy. Some things, he said, in the language of a child under ten. Some things were worth being frightened.

Violet turned around then, a sharp, erratic twitch that gave away her awareness of the Timestream. She blinked her glowing blue eyes, tilting her head much like the predator she could be.

“What?” David regarded her a moment.

‘You frighten me, Violet,’ he said and then his face broke into a smile.

[things-my-ocs-have-said]

"Shred my skin with your bare teeth.

Indulge in the blood on your lips and tongue, savour the taste of my flesh in your throat.

Consume my lungs that once housed a midsummer's breeze.

Caress the fresh dust that now resides within, roll it betwixt your callused fingers then blow it into the wind.

Inhale the stench of my death, lick the dirt from your rugged hands.

Listen to the sound of my bones cracking and break as you crawl into my cradle.

Reside within me, as I did with you for so long."