WIPVEMBER: The One Where Charles Has Babyfever
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Erik/Charles, Raven/Azazel
Length: 1000 wordsish.
Warnings: kidfic kidfic kidfic (ish?) Charles has a baby in this, anyway.
Notes: For my anon who asked for X-Men on the previous post.. and since I was too lazy to write anything new, here you go, sweet anon.
Charles loves being an uncle more than anything else.
Kurt's mutation is a beautiful, unique melding of his parents' abilities. Charles considers the first time he held Kurt to be one of his most prized memories.
That being said, it is more than a little stressful to lose your sister's baby, mid-diaper change.
"Uh, Professor?" comes a strangled cry from down the hall.
"Ah, wonderful," Charles sighs, grabbing a blanket. Young Scott looks eminently distressed.
"He just-" Scott is holding Kurt as far away from his body as his arms will allow.
"Appeared, yes, sorry about that." Charles agrees, cheerfully, taking Kurt back. Kurt gurgles happily as Charles swaddles him. "As I'm sure you can appreciate, Kurt has rather imprecise control of his powers, still." Scott chuckles, at ease now that an adult is present, like most boys of that age with an infant.
"Sure do," Scott says, self-consciously adjusting the tinted glasses Hank had created for him. Charles tucks Kurt closer to his body, creating a content feedback loop- Kurt enjoys the warmth, Charles enjoys Kurt's happiness. There's a pleased wriggle of Kurt's tail that endlessly delights Charles.
"So this is where you've gotten to," Erik says, sticking his head in the door. Charles chuckles.
"He gets his independence from his mother, I think," Charles tries, diplomatically. "Willful disregard for my sanity" sounds so harsh. Erik snorts, but is drawn magnetically- ha- toward them.
"You can call it that," Erik offers, peering at Kurt, who is equally enraptured. "It's time to feed him again." Charles sighs, but privately admits he's delighted. Fewer things are sweeter than babies.
"I can do it, if you're tired," Erik offers, mistaking the sigh for irritation. It's on the tip of Charles' tongue to explain, but at the last moment, he pauses.
"That would be nice," Charles says, slowly, gauging Erik's reaction. "I'll come with you, though." Erik nods, easily enough.
"I'm not certain I would trust you to heat the milk, in any case," Erik is teasing, but there's a real undercurrent of concern. Charles rolls his eyes.
"That was one time," Charles reminds him. "I was distracted." There is a small smile growing in the corner of Erik's mouth that Charles wants to kiss.
"You still burned milk," Erik points out.
"Some day, I will get the hang of the kitchen," Charles swears. Erik grins, a sly, amused thing.
"I am happy to let you believe that." he says. Charles is willing to let Erik get away with his teasing, though. Actually, he's willing to let Erik get away with a shameful list of things, which everyone but Erik seems to know.
When they reach the kitchen, Charles drops himself into the little cane back chair that seems to have been there as long as he can remember. Kurt gurgles, anticipatory.
"Exactly, my dear little fellow." Charles assures him.
"I imagine it must be handy to have an uncle who knows exactly what the baby wants," Erik says idly, retrieving the milk from the refrigerator. Charles hums.
"I've never had such an opportunity to observe the thoughts of a child this young," Charles muses. "It's less... concrete than I am used to, as you can imagine. But I have to admit, it is soothing to do such simple things for a person and have such enthusiastic response. Babies want to be held close, kept fed and clean. Such uncomplicated drives." Erik snorts, pouring the milk into a pan.
"If you want uncomplicated drives, simply spend an afternoon with Sean." Erik suggests.
"Shush," Charles says, although there's no heat behind it. A comfortable silence descends upon the kitchen as Erik smoothly manages the task- testing the temperature of the milk against his skin, pouring it into one of the countless sterilized bottles in the drying rack. Erik offers Charles the bottle wordlessly.
"Why should I get to reap the rewards of your work? No, you sit," Charles insists. Erik huffs, but takes the vacated seat easily enough. Charles swallows against the satisfaction of passing Kurt to Erik and the sight of a man who once thought he was merely a weapon care so gently for a child.
"You look as though you want to burst," Erik says dryly. Charles' smile is some what excessive, probably.
"Just debating whether I can sacrifice a moment of this to run and get my camera," Charles shoots back. Erik's laugh is exasperated and fond and Charles is relentlessly happy.
"I abhor that camera," Erik says. Charles laughs.
"Which is precisely why you're buying me a new one for my birthday?" Charles asks, easily picking it off the first layer of Erik's thoughts.
"Arse," Erik growls, pulling one of the cutlery drawers out to smack into Charles' rear. "That was going to be a surprise." Charles smirks.
"Perhaps you shouldn't think so loudly about your surprises," Charles suggests. Erik shakes his head.
"Your uncle is a unprincipled sneak," Erik tells Kurt solemnly. Kurt retaliates by blowing a milk bubble that pops and spatters against Erik's shirt.
"Thank you, Kurt," Charles chuckles. Erik just sighs.
"Terrible, the two of you," he says. Kurt warbles a cheerful laugh. The bottle finished, Charles snatches up a piece of toweling.
"I'll spare you further indignity," Charles offers, taking Kurt from unresisting arms. Erik shoots him an incredulous look.
"Yes, because sparing me is first on your mind." Erik says. "It is certainly not because you find children irresistible."
"I have no idea what you could mean," Charles pats Kurt's back soothingly.
"Yeah, I never worry that you're going to steal my kid," Raven is leaning in the doorway, amused. "Nice shirt, Erik."
"You're never as funny as you think you are, Raven," Erik tells her. Charles has endeavored to understand their relationship- which mostly seems to consist of good-natured sniping at each other between bouts of fierce protectiveness- but has resigned it to being one of the greater mysteries of life.
"I'm hilarious," she says easily, coming around Charles' shoulder just as Kurt spits up. "Oh, hello, handsome, I've missed that."
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Pairing: Erik/Charles, Raven/Azazel
Length: 1000 wordsish.
Warnings: kidfic kidfic kidfic (ish?) Charles has a baby in this, anyway.
Notes: For my anon who asked for X-Men on the previous post.. and since I was too lazy to write anything new, here you go, sweet anon.
Charles loves being an uncle more than anything else.
Kurt's mutation is a beautiful, unique melding of his parents' abilities. Charles considers the first time he held Kurt to be one of his most prized memories.
That being said, it is more than a little stressful to lose your sister's baby, mid-diaper change.
"Uh, Professor?" comes a strangled cry from down the hall.
"Ah, wonderful," Charles sighs, grabbing a blanket. Young Scott looks eminently distressed.
"He just-" Scott is holding Kurt as far away from his body as his arms will allow.
"Appeared, yes, sorry about that." Charles agrees, cheerfully, taking Kurt back. Kurt gurgles happily as Charles swaddles him. "As I'm sure you can appreciate, Kurt has rather imprecise control of his powers, still." Scott chuckles, at ease now that an adult is present, like most boys of that age with an infant.
"Sure do," Scott says, self-consciously adjusting the tinted glasses Hank had created for him. Charles tucks Kurt closer to his body, creating a content feedback loop- Kurt enjoys the warmth, Charles enjoys Kurt's happiness. There's a pleased wriggle of Kurt's tail that endlessly delights Charles.
"So this is where you've gotten to," Erik says, sticking his head in the door. Charles chuckles.
"He gets his independence from his mother, I think," Charles tries, diplomatically. "Willful disregard for my sanity" sounds so harsh. Erik snorts, but is drawn magnetically- ha- toward them.
"You can call it that," Erik offers, peering at Kurt, who is equally enraptured. "It's time to feed him again." Charles sighs, but privately admits he's delighted. Fewer things are sweeter than babies.
"I can do it, if you're tired," Erik offers, mistaking the sigh for irritation. It's on the tip of Charles' tongue to explain, but at the last moment, he pauses.
"That would be nice," Charles says, slowly, gauging Erik's reaction. "I'll come with you, though." Erik nods, easily enough.
"I'm not certain I would trust you to heat the milk, in any case," Erik is teasing, but there's a real undercurrent of concern. Charles rolls his eyes.
"That was one time," Charles reminds him. "I was distracted." There is a small smile growing in the corner of Erik's mouth that Charles wants to kiss.
"You still burned milk," Erik points out.
"Some day, I will get the hang of the kitchen," Charles swears. Erik grins, a sly, amused thing.
"I am happy to let you believe that." he says. Charles is willing to let Erik get away with his teasing, though. Actually, he's willing to let Erik get away with a shameful list of things, which everyone but Erik seems to know.
When they reach the kitchen, Charles drops himself into the little cane back chair that seems to have been there as long as he can remember. Kurt gurgles, anticipatory.
"Exactly, my dear little fellow." Charles assures him.
"I imagine it must be handy to have an uncle who knows exactly what the baby wants," Erik says idly, retrieving the milk from the refrigerator. Charles hums.
"I've never had such an opportunity to observe the thoughts of a child this young," Charles muses. "It's less... concrete than I am used to, as you can imagine. But I have to admit, it is soothing to do such simple things for a person and have such enthusiastic response. Babies want to be held close, kept fed and clean. Such uncomplicated drives." Erik snorts, pouring the milk into a pan.
"If you want uncomplicated drives, simply spend an afternoon with Sean." Erik suggests.
"Shush," Charles says, although there's no heat behind it. A comfortable silence descends upon the kitchen as Erik smoothly manages the task- testing the temperature of the milk against his skin, pouring it into one of the countless sterilized bottles in the drying rack. Erik offers Charles the bottle wordlessly.
"Why should I get to reap the rewards of your work? No, you sit," Charles insists. Erik huffs, but takes the vacated seat easily enough. Charles swallows against the satisfaction of passing Kurt to Erik and the sight of a man who once thought he was merely a weapon care so gently for a child.
"You look as though you want to burst," Erik says dryly. Charles' smile is some what excessive, probably.
"Just debating whether I can sacrifice a moment of this to run and get my camera," Charles shoots back. Erik's laugh is exasperated and fond and Charles is relentlessly happy.
"I abhor that camera," Erik says. Charles laughs.
"Which is precisely why you're buying me a new one for my birthday?" Charles asks, easily picking it off the first layer of Erik's thoughts.
"Arse," Erik growls, pulling one of the cutlery drawers out to smack into Charles' rear. "That was going to be a surprise." Charles smirks.
"Perhaps you shouldn't think so loudly about your surprises," Charles suggests. Erik shakes his head.
"Your uncle is a unprincipled sneak," Erik tells Kurt solemnly. Kurt retaliates by blowing a milk bubble that pops and spatters against Erik's shirt.
"Thank you, Kurt," Charles chuckles. Erik just sighs.
"Terrible, the two of you," he says. Kurt warbles a cheerful laugh. The bottle finished, Charles snatches up a piece of toweling.
"I'll spare you further indignity," Charles offers, taking Kurt from unresisting arms. Erik shoots him an incredulous look.
"Yes, because sparing me is first on your mind." Erik says. "It is certainly not because you find children irresistible."
"I have no idea what you could mean," Charles pats Kurt's back soothingly.
"Yeah, I never worry that you're going to steal my kid," Raven is leaning in the doorway, amused. "Nice shirt, Erik."
"You're never as funny as you think you are, Raven," Erik tells her. Charles has endeavored to understand their relationship- which mostly seems to consist of good-natured sniping at each other between bouts of fierce protectiveness- but has resigned it to being one of the greater mysteries of life.
"I'm hilarious," she says easily, coming around Charles' shoulder just as Kurt spits up. "Oh, hello, handsome, I've missed that."
Yo dawg, why don't you comment on the dw. Because you can do that. And I want you to do that. Right here. http://twentysomething.dreamwidth.org/25735.html?mode=reply <3.