That writing thing

jimmiejive:

My kink bingo square.

This is gonna be interesting.

I reeeeeeeally want to do a Victorian AU with BAMF!Sean and BAMF!Moira but I dunno anything about victorian era things. IF SOMEONE GIVES ME AN IDEA FOR VICTORIAN ERA THINGS I WILL WRITE THAT

I keep thinking of things for like character things but I dunno if I’ll be able to get a bingo

WHY IS THIS SO HARD ASLKDHSKJKHFHDFk

Imma do this though. I WILL DO THIS.

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lunac7:

Xavier twins - Side by Side

SO I JUST REALISED I HADN’T WRITTEN YOU ANYTHING IN AGES SO IMMA FIX THAT COS I LOVE THESE TWINS AND YOUR AMAZING PHOTO SETS, OK. cool.

I’m kinda sorry, apparently this turned into an angst fest and I don’t know how. Accept that Wesley is always a little ball of angst and pain so… sorrynotsorry.

hope you like it :D

Sometimes Wesley would look at his baby brother (ok it was only 5 minutes but Charles was still the baby) and wonder what had happened.

When had his beautiful brother stopped being the frightened, lonely, terrified, powerful, uncontrolled, little boy that used to cling to Wesley and beg him to save him, stop him, control him, leave him, hurt him, kill him, and become this suave, charasmatic controlled young man that stood at his side?

Charles used to be so scared, of himself, of others, of what he could do, of the power he wielded over others, of the darkness he saw in peoples hearts, of everything. Sometimes, in the darkest moments, Wesley had feared he would one day have to put a bullet in Charles head, of course it would have been quickly followed by one through his own.

Neither of their mutations had been easy to control, Wesley would often go into over drive as a child/teenager. Those episodes had been terrifying, but nothing compared to Charles’. His range would randomly jump to include more and more people, he would often wake up screaming from the thoughts he heard.

Charles no longer needed Wesley the way he used to, but Wesley would always need Charles. He soothed the jagged, broken, edges of Wesley’s mind when he felt like he would fly apart.

Wesley was jealous and petty, but he could recognise these character traits, and he channeled them into better things. He killed, because there was scum on the earth who needed to be dead, Men, women, people, he would never let near his Charles. Charles might have to hear the darkness in people’s hearts, but Wesley would make damn sure that that darkness never touched him.

Charles was born with the ability to harm, kill, others.

Wesley was born with the intent to.

And if Wesley had his way Charles would never need to harm a single person, would never have to face his greatest fear concerning his mutation. Because Wesley would always look after his little brother. Always.

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thetendershark:

vice-x-verses said:

I JUST REALIZED I WANT CHARLES/LETO AND I WANT IT BAD. they could have deep philosophical discussions and stuff (andofcoursesex)

With pleasure!

OMG I WANT THIS SO MUCH BUT I CAN’T WRITE LETO :(

So I apologize in advance. I thought about it and now it won’t go away :/ Also Charles now has four brothers. WHAT EVEN BRAIN

Charles had left Erik being interrogated by his older brothers. He was deeply regretting letting it slip that something may or may not be happening between the two of them. All of his siblings were far to over protective of him. Especially when you considered the fact that he was the most powerful of all of them.

Charles looked in the fridge to find the bottle of wine in there. They would most definitely be needing it after the interrogation was over. Charles could feel one of his brothers approaching, they were the only ones in the house with any kind of ability to block him out. The mind felt like Leto, the shield had a buzz to it that none of the others did. Charles heaved a sigh and turned to see what his little brother wanted, and then instantly turned away.

“For gods sake, Leto! Where are your clothes? Put some clothes on.”

“Make me!”

Charles flicked his eyes back to Leto and looked away again quickly.

“Really Leto you’re in the kitchen. Have some respect for the rules.”

Leto huffed “always such a stickler for the rules Charlie. So boring.”

Charles heard a sound like the wind and turned to look at the doorway Leto had just stood in. It was empty. Before Charles could even move however Leto was back leaning against the door frame.

Charles raised an eyebrow in invitation for Leto to start talking, assuming he had come down from the interrogation of his notreallymaybepossiblyboyfriend for a reason. His siblings never walked away from an opportunity to inflict terror on unsuspecting victims.

Of course Leto simply raised an eyebrow back and didn’t say anything.

“Well, as enlightening as this has been Leto, I really should be getting back before someone decides to do something stupid.” Charles moved towards the door.

Leto stuck his arm out to trap Charles in. “Not so fast Charlie bear.”

“What are they doing to Erik, Leto?”

“Nothing.”

Charles raised his eyebrow in disbelief.

“Truly Charles they’re just talking.”

“Well then what do you want Let? If you aren’t here to distract me from the carnage, what is it?”

Leto reached out and caught Charles’ hands in his own.

“I miss you Charlie bear.”

Leto slowly moved his hands up Charles arms, drawing Charles in closer to him.

“Don’t you remember all the fun we had at Oxford when Ghani and Raven took their European road trip?”

When Charles realised where the conversation was going he tried to jerk away, but Leto was stronger and faster and so easily caught Charles around the waist.

“Let, that never should have happened. What happened in Oxford was a mistake.”

Leto smiled, “Charles, Charlie bear. Do you honestly believe Erik would be ok with you, with ALL of you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’d be happy with him, no matter what.”

“No you wouldn’t Charles. I’ve seen what it does to you. Not being allowed in someones mind kills you.” Leto frowned down at Charles before tucking him under his chin. “I just want what’s best for you. We just want what’s best for you, and that’s us. Erik can’t give you what you need Charlie bear, but we can.”

Charles pulled away slightly to look his little brother in the eye and then looked slightly off. Leto had a way of mesmerizing people into agreeing with him with his gaze, “Can you at least let me try Leto? That’s all I’m asking. Give me this chance at something semi normal. If it doesn’t work out, then, well…”

“We’ll be here for you like always.” Leto let Charles go. “Picking up all the broken pieces of your heart and putting them back together like we’ve always done.” Leto pressed a kiss to Charles’s lips and before Charles could say anything more Leto was gone with the wind.

Charles pressed his lips together and looked down at his hands, they were shaking. He pressed them together briefly before shaking them out to his sides.

“Right, about time I got back to make sure they haven’t started maiming each other.” 

Charles looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

“This is going to work. Erik isn’t like any of the others. He’s like me. He understands.” Charles started moving to wards where he could feel the rest of his brothers.

“This time will be different. He’s like me.”

I don’t even know what this is. I’M SORRY.

Also in case you’re confused it goes

Wesley, Nicholas, Martin, Charles and then the twins Leto and Ghanima. They aren’t all identical. Leto is tall, like a head taller then the others and lean. Charles has a real baby face with chubby cheeks, chubby all over really. Nicholas is a stick, like he just goes up and down. Martin is very sharp looking narrower eyes and features in general. And Wesley is a fighter, all lean and muscle-y. Wesley, Nicholas, Martin and Charles are all a similar height but Charles is definitely the shortest if only by about a centimetre.

Also they’re all mutants:

Wesley - Time manipulation/ matter manipulation he only really uses it in fights though. Also strength.

Nicholas - Healing, ahahahaha That ones kind of a cop out but I can’t think of anything better

Martin - Empathy, He can feel and manipulate others emotions and to an extent he comes off like an incubus with his mutation

Charles - of course is a telepath

Leto - Is fast, but also slightly stronger than the average human but Wesley is stronger. Also the mesmerizing thing isn’t really a mutation he sort of has natural charisma that compels others to obey him but also Ghanima is normally around and so helps him. However Leto and Ghanima are the only ones that know this, everyone else believes that Leto can mesmerize people.

Ghanima - Sort of a mixture of empathy and low level telepathy. She can implant suggestions, like inception.

I have put WAY to much thought into this.

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lunac7:

AU BB!Charles and BB!Wes - Wes is teasing Charles (orig. gifs by mcavoyings, I believe, but if they are yours, let me know and I’ll be happy to credit. Thanks!)

dsklhgas;gndsl;g Procrastination wins again. I have another Uni assignment due tomorrow that I haven’t even finished yet XD Also YAY I actually finished one of these for Wes/Charles Wednesday :D

Whenever it was Wesley’s turn to do the dishes he would inevitably end up taking Charles out for dinner. Wes HATED doing the dishes. He didn’t quite understand why Charles was willing to do them ever. They could go out every night for dinner and never have to worry about it at all. But Charles always insisted that it was fine, he liked doing them. Wes was kinda half certain it was because Charlie always had some assignment due and liked wasting time.

Most of the time they would end up paying for their own meals and Charles would complain the whole way home about how lazy Wes was, or how bad school was going, or anything else he could think of. Wesley always found this amusing and would poke endless fun at Charlie for being such a nag.

Occasionally though, Wesley used these night to make Charles forget. He would dress up fancy and drag Charlie to a nice restaurant, treat him properly and show him he could be responsible and mature at least for an hour or two. These nights happened very rarely though. Not, because Wesley found it difficult to act like an adult, like so many people implied, but because they were special.

Those nights were reserved for Bad Days. Days when Charles could barely focus from the constant noise. Days when Wesley found it difficult to keep up with everyone, or more accurately, slow down. Wesley knew when these days happened, knew how to make Charlie feel better. Knew that if he let Charles just bitch and complain at him for an hour the noise in his head lessened. It also gave Wesley one thing to focus on, to get his mind back to. 

Wesley both loved and hated these nights. Hated because of the suffering they both went through because of their biology, their mutations. Loved because he got to have Charles all to himself, got to see that they were different, better than everyone around them.

As long as they had each other nothing else mattered in Wesley’s opinion.

jimmiejive:

other hogwarts!AU is HERE

Charles and Erik could often be found in all sorts of random places with a game of wizards chess in front of them.

Wesley really did not understand their obsession with the game. He found it amusing to watch the little figures beat each other up, but otherwise both Charles and Erik would take aaaaaaageees to make any kind of move and there was never really enough fighting anyway. Wesley was fairly certain that they had been playing the same game since they met, that’s how long it took for them to make any kind of move.

It did amuse him to watch the little person get up from his chair and smash the white piece up with it. That is what Wes would do if given half a chance.

He was grateful that Charlie had found someone else to play this dumb game with though.

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lunac7:

Charles and Wes, the Tempting Twins for WesCharlesWednesday

Just so you know, I have an assignment due in two days I should be doing XD Also look at how this makes zero sense ahahahahahaha sorry, but not really. Stupid boys are taking over my brain.

Whenever they could Charles and Wesley would go out to bars together. They always knew it was a bad idea and regretted it greatly in the morning, but they often had a lot of fun and managed to forget the hangovers by the next time they were both free. So this tradition was a fixed point of there uni years.

Another thing that inevitably ended up happening was Wesley would turn into some weird octopus mutant that was impossible to get away from.

Because of this Charles would often wake up on top of Wesley the next morning. This always managed to be both an enjoyable and terrible position to wake up in.

Terrible because of the raging hangover trying to destroy his brain and the fact that neither of them had thought to close the curtains meant that light was trying to burn his eyes out the second he became conscious again.

Enjoyable, however, because Charles awoke to the sound of his twins heart beat and when his eyes focused enough his peaceful sleeping face. This was often how they would wake when they were children and Charles had been to scared to sleep in his bed. So no matter how bad the hangover, it always made Charles feel better to have his twin near.

Though Charles had yet to figure out how Wesley managed to sleep through the evil sun that was personally trying to destroy every brain cell he possessed through his eyes. Charles figured it was only fair to share this evil with his brother every morning after and so woke him with a merciless tickle assault. Charles always managed to lose these fights no matter what element of surprise he had.

Ok, so maybe it was only Charles that ever suffered from these hangovers. He suffers them gratefully for the peaceful and playful Wes of their childhood he gets the next morning though.

jimmiejive:

lunac7:

Harry Potter/XMFC crossover. Ravenclaw!Charles, Slytherin!Erik and Gryffindor!Wes at Hogwarts.

I legit stared at this for far to long.

Everyone had heard of the Xaviers. They were a pure blood family that was in line with the Malfoys and the Blacks. So when Erik realised he would be in the same year at Hogwarts with the twins he figured he should make nice. Everyone had said he would almost certainly be a slytherin and the Xavier twins couldn’t really be anything else, there entire family on both sides had been slytherins. So once the train had been travelling a while, Erik decided to track them down.

He found them at the end of the train in there own compartment. They were not even remotely what Erik had been expecting. One was curled up against the window reading A history of magic. The other was sitting near the door and throwing a ball at the opposite wall and catching it.

Erik was not put off and knocked on the door. Both boys looked at him, the one by the door with hostility while the one by the window seemed curious. Erik entered the compartment and introduced himself.

It wasn’t long after that that Erik found himself sitting opposite the boy by the window - Charles - and listening to him lecture them all about Hogwarts history. Erik looked at the boy by the door - Wesley - and caught his eye, he rolled his eyes and Wesley just smirked back before launching himself at Charles and starting a rather vigorous tickle war between the three boys.

Next thing they knew it was getting dark and a prefect was coming along telling them to change into their uniforms. Erik went back to where his things were and got changed, but not before getting a promise from each of the twins to travel up to the castle together.

Erik smiled to himself as he got changed. He knew that this year was going to be amazing.

They stood in a line facing the four house tables. The sorting hat had just finished its song and there peers were being sorted. Charles had grabbed Erik’s hand when they had gotten into the line and had yet to let go. Erik didn’t really mind. Wesley was on Charles’s other side poking him in the side every time someone was sorted. Why? Erik didn’t really know, he was sure it was just one of the twins many oddities.

And then his name was called, Erik Lehnsherr. Charles squeezed his hand really tight before letting go and when Erik looked at him just gave an encouraging smile. Erik looked over at Wesley and he just rolled his eyes. Erik was about 80% certain that was how Wesley showed affection and so he moved to get sorted.

He wasn’t seated long before he was sorted into slytherin. He turned and looked at his new friends before heading to the slytherin table. The twins smiled at him, or, well, Charles did. Wesley smirked at him before poking Charles in the side again.

Erik took a seat and waited patiently. Of course he had made friends with the last people on the list.

Finally Charles was called to be sorted. Erik crossed his fingers and practically vibrated in his seat. The sorting hat was placed on Charles’s head and Erik held his breath waiting. About a minute later the hat had decided, and it wasn’t slytherin. the table next to the slytherin’s was cheering.

The ravenclaw table was cheering. Erik stared at Charles as he half skipped to his seat. This was ok, obvious even. Charles clearly loved knowledge, so ravenclaw was the best for him.

Erik turned to look at Wesley. Again he held his breath as Wesley was sorted. Crossed his fingers even tighter. There was no way Wesley would end up anywhere   besides slytherin surely.

When the sorting hat called out Wesley’s placement Erik heard nothing but white noise. He looked around and realised his house mates weren’t celebrating, the table across the hall was. The gryffindor table was celebrating.

This couldn’t be happening, neither of his new friends were placed in slytherin with him. How was this happening? Why? Erik looked at his house mates and figured he may as well make new friends now. It wasn’t like he would be able to keep the two he had made on the train.

How wrong Erik was.

Hope you like darlings. I will hopefully actually write more to this later.

So think of it as part 1 :)