Anonymous asked: hey!! i love your work and was i wondering if you could do a charles xavier x reader imagine based on the song cornelia street by taylor swift??? GIF by secretkittendetective We were a fresh page on the desk. Filling in the blanks as we go From the day she had met Charles, (Y/N) knew that he was an ambitious man. He delved into his research on mutant genomes and how they will affect humanity as a whole. But the idea that he wanted to open and manage a school full of them mystified her. “You want to open a school?” She repeated back to Charles as he presented his idea to them one night as they lay in bed together, “A school, here?” “I want to open a school with you.” Charles corrected. (Y/N) turned to their boyfriend to see him looking fondly back at them. He had a slight mischievous look about him but in his eyes, she saw that his proposition was genuine. “Why me?” “Because, you, my love, are incredible and have so much to offer and I believe you could truly change these young mutant’s lives forever.”
(Y/N) began to softly laugh, the idea swimming in her head. She had always wanted to change the world for the better but never had been presented the opportunity. “I guess we’re opening a school.”
Windows swung right open, autumn air. Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours
“Will you ever give me my jumper back, my love?” Charles asked as he rolled into their shared bedroom.
(Y/N) just shook her head as she approached him from where she had been sitting near the window. Briefly pecking his cheek, she picked up the documents Charles had brought for her to sort.
“I will need it back eventually.” He continued.
“What’s the point in my agreeing to marry you if I don’t get to wear your jumpers at my convenience?”
“Maybe because you love me?”
“Hmm,” she jokingly pondered the question, “No, I think it’s the jumpers.”
Barefoot in the kitchen. Sacred new beginnings.
Silence filled the kitchen as (Y/N) stirred the pot of stew she was reheating. It was a calm silence, something she was beginning to relish more and more as moments of calm had become rarer.
As more and more students became drafted into the war, Charles grew more depressed, retreating in himself. Erik was imprisoned, Raven was someone unknown and the school he built was nothing but a memory of what it was.
“I’m worried about him, Hank.” She said, breaking the silence that she cherished so much.
Hank sighed as he moved to grab a glass of water, “You can’t help him if he won’t help himself.”
“So, I’m just supposed to watch my husband slowly kill himself?” (Y/N) said, taking the wooden spoon out of the pot and slamming it down, leaving splinters in her hand. “This was meant to be something good. A new beginning for all of us and yet all I can see is everything I love coming to an end.”
“Darling…” a voice said from the doorway. Charles. He leaned against the door, shadows from the room cast on his face, making him look more sickly than ever.
He didn’t get time to finish before his wife stormed past him, tears beginning to spill from her eyes.
I hope I never lose you
The arrival of Logan Howlett was unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. It was the first time in months that Charles had left the house, let alone the grounds. It was a nice change for (Y/N); she was starting the see the man she married in Charles once again.
Being around Erik, and seeing Raven again, hurt. It reminded (Y/N) of a time long passed of a future that she thought she would have had. She had been so focussed on Charles for the last few years that she hadn't had the time to process the grief of losing her friends one by one. (Y/N) never had time to well in her losses, but seeing the people she once considered family once again opened the floodgates.
"He shot her," Charles murmured under his breath as he tried to come to terms with what had just transpired. Erik had taken an attempt on Raven's life as if that would miraculously solve the problem at hand.
"We need to find Erik before he finds Raven."
"I can't lose her, (Y/N). I can't lose anyone else."
(Y/N) pressed a kiss to his forehead as he fell into her embrace. "You won't. I promise."
I don't wanna lose you, hope it never ends. I'd never walk Cornelia Street again
Everything hurt.
(Y/N) couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong but she knew that everything hurt. She supposed it was a side effect of having the seating of the stadium flung at her at high speeds. But something was wrong because she knew it wasn't meant to be like this.
She couldn't move. SHe couldn't feel nothing but agony throughout but her limbs wouldn't respond, they were a dead weight. She could understand why Charles insisted on taking the serum now, the confinement was worse than the pain.
"Charles," she tried to call out by her voice was barely above a whisper. "Charles, please. Something is wrong."
But he didn't hear her as he continued to try to talk Erik down from his manic ideas. Hank, however, noticed her lying there, trapped underneath a tangle of metal.
He rushed over, calling out to Charles to come with him. As soon as he heard Hank's pleas, he came over to you; you needed him in this moment, and although he was never good at showing it, you were the most precious thing to him.
"(Y/N), my love, what happened? Are you okay? Hank! Help me help her!" The words spilled out of his mouth as he tried to figure out how to tend to you.
"It hurts."
"It'll be okay. You'll be fine, won't she Hank." He said, looking up to the beast who just quietly shook his head. Erik's attack wasn't just the blunt force that (Y/N) had felt but she had been impaled through her abdomen, with the pole being the only thing keeping the blood inside, and even that wouldn't last forever. "You have to be okay."
Erik looked at the three of them, (Y/N) had always been fair and kind to him. She had welcomed him into her life when he had nobody; he wanted justice for mutants for people like her. She was an extraordinary woman with extraordinary abilities, who he had now taken from the world. He knew he had to take his leave. "I'm sorry, mein schatz."
"Just keep your eyes on me," Charles continued, trying to keep his voice steady. "Remember when we met in Islington?"
"Cornelia Street," She choked out, barely keeping her eyes open. If she had the energy to smile, she would have. "We went to the- to the"
"The pub on the corner. You said you could out drink me. And you did."
(Y/N)'s hed rolled to the side, "I'm sorry. I didn't want it to end like this."
"Don't apologise, just stay here. Stay with me." Charles begged as her eyes closed. He tried to shake her awake, to bring her back to him but his attempts were fruitless. She was gone, and he was left alone to go back home.
Home. It became a foreign concept to Charles. Even after the school opened again and his family came home, the nights were calm. He knew that (Y/N) loved nights like these but he couldn't stand the silence he found himself in. The silence was deafening, it became all too much for him he had to leave, only for a moment.
He barely registered his movements, he just knew he had to get out. It was only when he was walking away from Cornelia Street did his reality finally set in.
I’d never walk Cornelia Street again.
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