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Professor Charles Xavier. Discover Yourself! 1stclass_kink: Prompt Post: ROUND ONE. Www.delicious.com/First_Class_Fic. X-MEN FIRST KINK - Round 6. [Translation][XMFC] The Proper Care of Actors: Chapter 3 - Peas were never an option. [Translation][XMFC] The Proper Care of Actors: Chapter 2 - Peas were never an option. [Translation][XMFC] The Proper Care of Actors: Chapter 1 - Peas were never an option. Fassbender & Mcavoy Obsessed. Archive of Our Own » works index. Paper Monsters - Chapter 7 - Clocks - X-Men: First Class (2011. Chapter Text There were quite a few things that Charles was very good at, and one of them was cooking breakfast.

His specialty was scrambled eggs, and he always made them just this side of creamy (which he liked) and with a dollop of green salsa on the side (which Raven liked.) However, as Charles stood in the kitchen now in his boxers and a faded blue Riverside t-shirt, whisking the eggy mixture in a plastic bowl, he realised he didn't know how Erik liked his eggs.

Well, he could always ask. It was embarrassing how giddy it made him, the idea that Erik was currently asleep in his bed, completely knocked out after last night's strenuous, well, activities. "Erik, for god's sake. " They had made it to the bed. As he slipped into the bedroom, the sight of Erik in his sheets - lean and lithe like a sleeping panther - made Charles completely forget what he wanted to ask in the first place. "Nothing. " "Fuck Henry," Erik said, then winced as Charles started to laugh. "Erik! " "What? "No. " "I, uh. " 我要成為獅子王. Pretty (Rent)Boy. Previousdreams: the open sky (is mine tonight) [supernatural] - part 1. The open sky (is mine tonight)rated nc-17 - dean/castiel, dean/anna, becky/chuck, sam/ruby - supernatural ficAnd Cas wants to believe that this is the way it can be.note: 21,904 words (both parts) Today is the last day Castiel will ever have to look at Lisa Braeden.

After today, he will never have to listen to her debate with herself over lilies or roses. He will never have to call her annoyingly Midwestern baker ever again. He will never hear the tell-tale noise of her wooden clogs on the cherry wood floors of his office and he will delete her from his phone and have his assistant take a memo and throw it away, every time she calls. Because Lisa Braeden is the client from hell. She's nice enough, really. Lisa is all the bad karma Castiel's collected over the years rolled into a stressed out, indecisive, anal retentive single mom turned first-time bride with a snot nosed brat for a kid and absolutely no taste in flower arrangements. "Cas! " "Anything you want, I'll be able to do.

"Right.