Author’s Notes: I’m really sorry to have made you wait so long but sadly I don’t have much free time, I hope to be able to post more often and I will try to make the story shorter.
The following days were very interesting, the lessons with different professors, and obviously the most interesting ones were those with Professor Xavier.
Today Lucille luckily had no class with Professor Xavier. Luckily because she would be fantasizing about him for the whole hour, which she already does throughout the day.
It’s 7pm and Lucille makes her way to the professor’s office to start another lesson of genetics.
To be honest, she finds this situation quite heavy because she has a big crush on him but there’s nothing but student-professor relationship. She wants more but she doesn’t know how. He’s ten years older than her and she feels so embarrassed at times and wouldn’t even know where to start. She doesn’t know how to flirt and the professor would certainly prefer a girl of his same age.
Lucille knocks on the door and the professor opens it immediately.
“Good evening!” he says with that fucking smile of his, leaning on the side of the door.
They look at each other for a few seconds until she gets inside.
“Good evening professor.”
“Um… Lucille, we’ve been studying together for a while now so please call me Charles. I’m tired of the formalities.”
Although he actually loves when she calls him "professor”.
“Only here obviously…”
What was happening ???
“O-okay Charles.” he says shyly.
He smiles at her and the lesson begins.
The atmosphere was somewhat different for both of them. She felt confused that the professor asked her to call him by his name and he felt like he did something inappropriate.
In her head her thoughts are unstoppable and from time to time Charles listens to some of them, enough to interrupt himself while speaking. Lucille has always been quiet enough but today she was more silent. Same thing for Charles. The embarrassment was overwhelming them.
She heads down on the book to avoid his gaze because he does nothing but look at her, probably to read her mind. But he often does it just to look at her, she is so beautiful.
“I can’t take it anymore, he’s so sweet with me… He probably is with everyone, I should stop fantasizing”.
He starts stammering.
“Lucille you can’t fall in love with your professor stop it! …But his hands are so delicate…”
She fell in love with him.
He keeps talking with difficulty knowing he is depriving himself of something they both want.
He goes back a bit because he forgot what he was saying. He can’t take his eyes off her.
“M-mutation took us from single celled organisms… t-to b-being the dominant form of r-reproductive life… on… the…”
He can’t resist anymore. Charles rests his soft lips on hers, feeling his mind free from everything for the first time. He had never felt like this before.
Lucille, too, is kind of bewitched but Charles isn’t using any of his powers and mind controls. It’s love. Just love. Something she has always wanted to feel.
They move away, for a few seconds giving sweet looks to each other and then kissing again. This time with more passion but always very timidly.
After a few seconds they move away again. They keep looking at each other and then both look down.
Lucille doesn’t know what to do, she still feels a very strong emotion inside her but she doesn’t know whether to pretend like nothing happened or to say something. But what? That she loves him? After such a short time?
Charles, like her, blushed, perhaps more than her. He lost control and kissed her. He almost trembles from embarrassment. He’s unable to speak, he’s literally petrified.
“Um… I-I’m-” Charles tries to say something.
Lucille tries to look at him but she’s too ashamed.
“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t wan-“
“I-It’s okay.” she says with a faint voice.
“Really, I didn’t want to, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay, don’t worry.”
A few moments of silence.
“I think for today’s enough.” says Charles.
“Yeah, so do I.”
She takes her books and stuff quickly to reach the door. Charles reaches her and opens the door for her.
They want to look at each other but shame prevails them. They both are looking down.
“So… have a nice night, see you in the morning…” his soft voice came back.
She gives Charles a little smile and goes away quickly.
The door closes. He feels so guilty. Guilty for ruining their relationship, guilty for not being able to control himself, guilty for doing this with the student he cares the most. The one he cares the most for a reason.
Why she left like that? Charles tought she felt something for him, he was in her mind, he knows what she thinks about him, she wanted that kiss just as much as he did.
He can’t sleep. In the middle of the night Charles is still thinking about that kiss and what happened after. He smiles when he thinks again about her soft lips but that smile last like three seconds.
How should he deal with her now? Should he stop seeing her in the afternoon? Does he have to pretend that nothing ever happened?
She still doesn’t believe she ended up in a mutant school and was offered a kind of study date by the professor she has a crush on. Everything happened so hastily and she sincerely believes that the professor’s offer is more kindness than interest towards her.
It’s time to go. It’s 7 o'clock, Lucille goes towards the professor’s office. She knocks and immediately the door opens.
“Damn you’re on time!” he says with his usual smile.
Actually it’s perhaps one of the few times Lucille arrives on time, but, she would do anything for him.
“Please, come in!”
It’s quite welcoming, but she can’t calm down. Also it seems the professor likes her skirt but he tries not to look at her for too long because he doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
“It’s nice here!”
“It is, right?” he replies.
After sitting down, the professor stops the lesson after a few minutes.
“I know it can be boring but from mutant to mutant I recommend you learn these things.“
He really called her mutant. She stops for a moment.
“I actually find it interesting. Everything’s new to me but it’s pleasant to listen to you.”
She can’t have said it out loud.
“Oh really?” he laughs and puts two fingers on his temple.
“We should continue.”
Lucille follows the lesson carefully, or so it seems; he makes sure that she understands him, often giving her a few glances up and down.
The lesson is almost over. Since it’s the first one he prefers not to go on or he would risk boring her for real.
“That’s enough for today. I see you tired.”
“I am a little bit, but I’m fine.”
“Come here.” He takes her hand and makes her sit on the sofa, he sits next to her. “Tell me about yourself.” He takes two glasses and opens the champagne. “We have to celebrate, there is a new beautiful mutant in my school.”
Lucille smiles.
“Well there isn’t much to say, actually nothing. I’m just a girl with powers that are ruining my life but beside that I think everything is okay…”
“Oh no don’t say that! I could understand that you don’t understand them but I’m here to help you with that. I promised. I would like to know what you like and if you like being here.”
“There isn’t much to say, again. I just like to be on my own reading books, I love when it rains and yes, for now I really like being here… Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome! And you will be amazed but I like to be on my own too; I read a lot, I write theses and stuff like that, I concentrate and use my powers and I love when it rains too, I find it… romantic.”
A few moments of silence.
“You should be happy, you know? Your powers are truly exceptional, if you work hard you can learn to know them and dominate them!”
She feels better already.
“Plus you’re the sweetest and most beautiful mutant I’ve ever seen.” he smiles again, gently touching a lock of her hair with two fingers.
Lucille blushes completely and tries to avoid his gaze.
“It’s dinner time, we should go!” she says trying to stop the awkward moment.
“Oh yes, but I think I’ll stay here, I have tests to grade.”
“Okay… thank you very much.”
“No problem, I’ll be here if you need.”
He gently walks her to the door, says goodnight and they both think all night about what just happened.
Lucille has been here for two days now, she met some people and the professor gave her some time before letting her attend the lessons because he wanted her to think about it without pressure.
It’s 9 in the morning, the genetics lesson is about to begin, almost all the students are in their seats, including the professor who is waiting for everyone to arrive to start the lesson, another group of teenagers enter the classroom when among them the professor notices a new face. He smiles. It’s her.
Lucille starts looking for an empty seat.
Embarrassed, she tries to avoid the professor’s gaze but she just can’t help it. He smiles at her, she blushes and lowers her head to her books pretending to look for the chapter of the day’s lesson.
“I’m glad you’re here”
She suddenly hears a voice in her head. She looks around her like she was mad. The professor smiles again but this time Lucille doesn’t notice.
During the lesson they’re all busy taking notes while she can’t take her eyes off him, she loves hearing him talk, especially in that professional way. To tell the truth, she has always had a thing for cultured men, and for women too…
The lesson is now over, the professor assigns the homework and lets the students go away. As everyone gets their books and stuff, she hears that voice in her head again.
“Wait”
Lucille recognizes his voice, she turns to the professor who looks at her. She stays there in shock until everyone leaves.
The professor approaches the door and closes it slowly. Her heart is beating fast, aware that she obviously has a crush on him.
“So, am I a good teacher?”
She doesn’t know whether to say yes or whether to say that the whole time she has done nothing but imagine kissing him. He laughs softly.
“Were you in my head?”
“Yes I was”
“What are you?”
“Well, first of all, I’m an excellent teacher, then I’m also a telepath, I can communicate with my mind and I can make people do what I want.”
Why hide from her the fact that he can also read minds? …Maybe because deep down he loves hearing her thoughts about him and he don’t want to deprive himself of all of that.
“Sit down please” he says, “I want to offer you something, you’re free to say no but I think it’s good for you to accept…”
“What is it?”
“Okay so… since you weren’t here in the previous classes I wanted to help you study personally. You know, I teach genetics, philosophy and literature, I don’t think it will be easy for you to do everything by yourself”
“Oh… y-yes, thank you, I’d love to!”
“Then I’ll wait for you in my office tomorrow evening.”
Everything stops.
“In your office?!”
“Yes, students always tend to make a mess in the hallways, I would like a place more reserved to stay with you.”
Is this really happening or is she imagining it all? — Which she hopes — A thousand thoughts invade her head, she can no longer stop.
“I hope you enjoy the other lessons, have a nice day!”
What just happened?! Lucille doesn’t want to get weird ideas but she can’t think of anything else.
[…]
The following day passes very slowly; during the lessons Lucille did nothing but glance at the professor and vice versa, anxiously waiting for their meeting.
erik (who broke up w charles) being consistently and visibly jealous of charles’ extremely platonic relationship w hank is endlessly funny to me. u just know he was in his little plexiglass prison cell under the pentagon thinking about charles and hank all alone in the mansion together
Nothing has ever hit the same as The X-Men movies. Like even the bad ones are like a fine powered cocaine that you can still smell on the tip of your nose even after a few days.
random Cherik art dump (demon Charles is definitely my favorite (°◡°♡) ) first is Erik as a ballet dancer
if the speech bubbles aren’t clear: Raven: U know what they say about ballet dancers, right? Charles (very intelligently): They’re all gay? Raven: CHARLES, NO-
okay, so I’m just randomly uploading my art from last few months since I’ve been so inactive lol sorry this one is from a High School!AU me and my friend have been writing and this, well… this is my attempt at drawing a page from Steve’s sketch book :) There’s some young Tony, Nat, Clint, unfinished Bucky and then Charles and Erik
I forget how much of the X-Men movie verse is just
Charles: my old friend, my love, we could have retired to a house by the sea where no one knows us and I would have kissed you in the sunshine and tenderly fed you fresh fruit every day for breakfast had shit not gotten real. Please reconsider your decision to kill us.
Erik: I still dream of that house by the sea and making love to you every night and bringing you your tea made just how you like it every morning, my love, my old friend. I’m gonna kill you now.
A large part of the identity of mutants in the Marvel universe is the fact that they represent minorities, and therefore, face a certain level of bigotry and prosecution. Now that the X-Men are set to join the MCU, why would the general public have a distain or dislike of mutants, considering other superpowered characters are treated like heroes, like The Avengers? I have a proposition.
I think that the concept of mutant hatred being politicised makes a lot of sense.
I think that governments and people in power preferring superpowered beings that they can control, and therefore branding anybody outside of that, especially people without a platform, the way that most mutants are portrayed as more or less everyday people rather than kings, billionaires, gods, etc. is a good and easy target for them to weaponise the public’s perception into anti-mutant, pro-government, pro-military propaganda.
The foundation’s already there with The Sokovia Accords, with various governments being much more in favour of controlling superpowered individuals rather than letting any of them freely act of their own individual or group accords. Mutants can simply be a face for that general sentiment to be perpetuated through propaganda. Yay War Machine, yay Captain America. Characters who have already been proven to have saved the world in large, well-known conflicts like what happened in Avengers: Endgame already have a certain level of public goodwill that governments would find hard to fight against, but newer, or lesser-known, or everyday mutants don’t have that same level of goodwill, nor influence, nor power (theoretically), that characters like The Avengers already have, and so could much easier be marketed as threats to the everyday public.
Also, seeing as not every mutant has powers that would largely benefit most governments, but there’s also some that could be weaponised dramatically, it’s believable that various governments would want to deter mutant goodwill as propaganda against other governments potentially using them, while also giving excuses not to put mutant-positive propositions forward themselves because mutants aren’t always powerfully useful for self-serving politicians and governments. If it doesn’t directly and selfishly help them personally, then they aren’t going to support it, and instead weaponise that disregard in an attempt to further their own agendas.
“Mutants are too variable to be trusted, or more accurately, used.”.
illustrations / ref images for my fanfic Fair Verona which u can read here ft. transfemme genderfluid cherik w lots of gender feelings. been working on this in between studying gender theory & art history for my degree so it’s been my outlet this year hehe. enjoy me screaming and crying about fashion, gender, and being gay.
Saw it a couple weeks ago! Had been really looking forward to it, for a lot of reasons. I liked it, but tbh I wanted to like it more than I actually did.
- The main issue for me was that I didn’t buy into the central premise of Wanda as the villain, post Wandavision. It’s not that I don’t believe she has the potential because she 100% does, after all, this is the same character who in the comics went “no more mutants” and in the MCU mind controlled an entire town. It’s that they didn’t convince me that the Wanda who understood the wrongs she committed in Wandavision and genuinely regretted her actions would then immediately turn around and go full ‘I don’t give a shit who I have to murder to steal this other woman’s life and her kids’. I gather the Darkhold was negatively influencing her but IMO they didn’t sell it all the way as ‘this is why, it’s not really Wanda’, and even if they had, honestly I find that a cop-out. So anyway it was hard to appreciate the movie for what it was when the whole time I was just thinking ‘this is not Wanda wtf’. Which is a shame, because I think a villain Wanda I believed in would have been great, and she certainly was pretty scary.
- But I did like a lot of parts of the movie! Especially just Stephen himself. I LOVE HIM.
- I loved America, and I loved her relationship with Stephen. So good. (And at least they kept her moms, though I’m honestly not surprised they managed to avoid yet again showing a character as LGBTQ+.)
- Wong is so great. I was about to be so fucking mad that they killed him off, in my head I was just like ‘no they didn’t no they didn’t he’s FINE’ until finally they showed him okay. Him trying to get Stephen to bow to him was the best.
- Loved the Illuminati! And what a fun way to include some AU things we don’t have in the main timeline, like Maria!Captain Marvel, and Captain Carter (CAPTAIN CARTER OH MY GOD SHE WAS SOOOOO COOL). Xavier in his hover chair! With the cartoon music! I was so surprised to see what’s his name as Reed. (I always think of him first as Emily Blunt’s husband, lol.)
- There were some really cool visuals, notably the montage where America and Stephen are moving from universe to universe. I also liked the fighting with musical notes, and Wanda fighting through reflections.
- Zombie Strange was fucking weird but I liked it.
- I think they used Christine well, and I believed that Stephen genuinely loved her but couldn’t figure out how to be with her, and I believed in her importance to him. I really liked the last scene of him and the other universe’s Christine together, where he finds a sort of closure and peace.
- Also loved Stephen being faced with all the other Stephens’ bad choices, and then being able to make better ones himself, even to the point of saving America when she herself was at peace with that not happening. I got a little teary when he helped her find her own control.
- And for all that this way of doing villain Wanda didn’t work for me, I still cried when Billy and Tommy were scared of her and she realized she had become their monster. That really got me.
- I want Young Avengers Billy (and Billy/Teddy!!) SO MUCH but I was still pleased to see the Wandavision versions of him and Tommy again because the child actors are so charming.
- I loved the goat dude. Glad he’s okay!!
- CLEA! CHARLIZE THERON! CHARLIZE THERON AS CLEA!!!! Oh my fucking God. I almost jumped out of my seat and cheered. Marvel, thank you for this gift, holy shit.
