Prompt:So Erik starts dating Charles, a human, and he's all embarrassed about it but then, BWAHREVELATIONANDLIFECHANGINGVIEWCHANGE, an he loves him regardless and is proudly showing off his very human lover
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Fill: Late Bloomer 1a/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:33:11 UTC
The warning is for a small but recurring theme, in general this is pretty fluffy but better safe than sorry. This is a repost of a WIP, about 35 parts to post all at once in the right order and in the right place, wish me luck!‘Emma, in her cheerleading skirt, on the hood of my car,’ Azazel says musingly. ‘I suppose Raven could look as good, but Emma’s got to be dirtier. She can see your fantasies, y’know. Hey, Erik, what do you think
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Fill: Late Bloomer 1b/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:34:32 UTC
‘Hey I know you,’ Riptide says, ‘you’re that transfer student from England that keeps bugging Darkholme.’ He twiddles a finger in the air making a mini tornado under the kid’s nose, and grins at Erik. ‘This one needs to learn a little lesson, I think. You like mutants, huh? Think you can go after one of ours
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Fill: Late Bloomer 2a/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:35:51 UTC
Well, he means to, anyway. His good intention lasts two whole days.
‘This is your own fault,’ Erik says crossly. ‘I warned you.’ He’s annoyed with himself too. If he hadn’t snuck round behind the kitchens for a smoke he would never have got involved.
‘Yes, you did,’ Charles says, picking a strand of spaghetti off his nose. ‘Would you give me a hand, please?’
Erik hauls him out of the dumpster and Charles squelches to the ground with obvious relief. ‘Thank you,’ he says feelingly. ‘You make a good knight errant.’ He peers sadly into the neighbouring dumpster. ‘My bag’s in this one. Yuck. I think I’d rather get a new one than go digging around in there.’
Erik fumbles with his mind and finds the familiar shape of a strap adjustor. He concentrates. The bag rises from the depths and hovers in front of Charles. It doesn’t look too bad, only a few stains that will probably wipe off, or at least dry into something that doesn’t smell.
Charles reaches for it and smiles delightedly. ‘Groovy.’
Erik stares at him. ‘Groovy? What decade are
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Fill: Late Bloomer 3/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:39:34 UTC
‘Man, your credibility is gonna go through the floor,’ Havok says mournfully. ‘I mean, we like you and all, but you can’t ask Raven’s human stalker boyfriend to come sit with us. What are people supposed to think
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Fill: Late Bloomer 4/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:40:40 UTC
When the bell goes, Erik heads to his last class feeling a little better. He’s got over the worst, getting the guys in line, but unfortunately Riptide’s final comment is depressingly true. Emma is going to be her normal bitchy self, unless by some miracle Erik happens to have something she wants
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Fill: Late Bloomer 5a/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:42:44 UTC
By the end of it he’s panting and exhausted, almost too tired to stow the blocks away again, but he’s surprised at how much he managed. He was tested just a month ago. It seemed a lot easier this time. Afterwards, sitting on the bed in the exam room, he sneaks a glance at the clipboard
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Fill: Late Bloomer 6a/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:46:46 UTC
When lunchtime rolls around Raven makes a bit of a production of it, proceeding Charles into the room regally like the head of a procession with no tail.
‘Everybody, I’d like you to meet my friend Charles Xavier,’ she says.
‘Hello,’ says Charles, looking around the table. ‘Nice to meet you all. Or, um, see you again,’ he adds, with a mischievous glance at Riptide and Pyro.
Nobody says anything so Charles treats them to his angelic squirrel impression, sets his lunch tray down on the table and slides into the chair beside Erik’s. Raven snags another chair for herself and shoves at Havok until he makes a space on Charles’s other side.
Erik looks around grimly. Emma’s gathered everyone, even the freshmen, some of whom are only a year or so into their powers. They’re lined up against the wall, chattering and whispering and shooting meaningful glances at each other. In fact the whole lunchroom is doing the same thing, rustling with indrawn breaths and bristling with pointing fingers
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Fill: Late Bloomer 7a/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:49:19 UTC
Erik finally tracks them down in a peaceful corner of the field, screened off by a couple of bushes. He creeps warily up, deciding to take a shot at being nice because (a) it’s unlikely that anyone will see, (b) even if they did things really couldn’t get much worse, and (c) Charles might just possibly not loathe him entirely
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Fill: Late Bloomer 7b/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:50:39 UTC
Erik decides that she’s not nearly as much of a brat as she appears to be, giggling and relaxed, without her sharp edges and defensiveness. It’s reasonable enough that she likes Charles. After all, he likes Charles and he has plenty of friends of his own. Raven however… who are the other girls in her class? He flicks through the faces of the younger mutants. There are just two, as far as he can recall. Kitty Pryde is quite obviously a cheerleader-to-be, while dreamy Jean Grey is harmless but astonishingly dull. For the boys there’s Havok’s tiresome little brother Scott and his faithful shadow Bobby Drake, plus Hank McCoy who doesn’t actually acknowledge the existence of anything he can’t fit into a test tube
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Fill: Late Bloomer 7c/? (High School AU. Warning: minor themes of real life situational trauma)
anonymous
September 14 2011, 21:51:44 UTC
A little smile dawns on Charles’s face. ‘She’s scary,’ he says. ‘Actually, she might be the scariest of the bunch. I was really glad you were there.’
‘I’m the scariest of the bunch,’ Erik points out. ‘I can keep her in line.’ He’s feeling slightly drunk with the last dribbles of adrenaline and that hesitantly unfurling smile. What the hell is he doing, flirting with a human? Charles barely survived ten minutes with his friends. It’s against the unwritten laws, it’s sleeping with the enemy… sleeping with, repeats his brain and all coherent thought ceases
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‘This is your own fault,’ Erik says crossly. ‘I warned you.’ He’s annoyed with himself too. If he hadn’t snuck round behind the kitchens for a smoke he would never have got involved.
‘Yes, you did,’ Charles says, picking a strand of spaghetti off his nose. ‘Would you give me a hand, please?’
Erik hauls him out of the dumpster and Charles squelches to the ground with obvious relief. ‘Thank you,’ he says feelingly. ‘You make a good knight errant.’ He peers sadly into the neighbouring dumpster. ‘My bag’s in this one. Yuck. I think I’d rather get a new one than go digging around in there.’
Erik fumbles with his mind and finds the familiar shape of a strap adjustor. He concentrates. The bag rises from the depths and hovers in front of Charles. It doesn’t look too bad, only a few stains that will probably wipe off, or at least dry into something that doesn’t smell.
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‘Everybody, I’d like you to meet my friend Charles Xavier,’ she says.
‘Hello,’ says Charles, looking around the table. ‘Nice to meet you all. Or, um, see you again,’ he adds, with a mischievous glance at Riptide and Pyro.
Nobody says anything so Charles treats them to his angelic squirrel impression, sets his lunch tray down on the table and slides into the chair beside Erik’s. Raven snags another chair for herself and shoves at Havok until he makes a space on Charles’s other side.
Erik looks around grimly. Emma’s gathered everyone, even the freshmen, some of whom are only a year or so into their powers. They’re lined up against the wall, chattering and whispering and shooting meaningful glances at each other. In fact the whole lunchroom is doing the same thing, rustling with indrawn breaths and bristling with pointing fingers ( ... )
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‘I’m the scariest of the bunch,’ Erik points out. ‘I can keep her in line.’ He’s feeling slightly drunk with the last dribbles of adrenaline and that hesitantly unfurling smile. What the hell is he doing, flirting with a human? Charles barely survived ten minutes with his friends. It’s against the unwritten laws, it’s sleeping with the enemy… sleeping with, repeats his brain and all coherent thought ceases ( ... )
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