professor x

g’day to all, 

i’m zemo and i’m looking for some long term rp partners that aren’t minors (18+) as i happen to be over 21. i have been writing for a few years on here and love to get back into the swing of rps again. and aside from writing charles xavier { the main } , i can write a semi alright stephen strange, druig,  mobius. m. mobius and few others from marvel. but i’m also longing to write stefan salvatore again, stiles stilinski and even castiel plus i’d die on the spot for a small mystery inc type group. and oc for zombie apocalypse stuff is something i’m longing for as well.  so, i’d love to do a bit of variety sometimes lol. 

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Jean swallowed, nibbling on her lower lip. She knew Charles wanted her to talk to him, he always wanted people to do that when he thought it would make them feel better. He did what he could for others, even if they made it difficult. Like she was doing right now. “No,” she said, her brow furrowing as he spoke. “What does that mean?”

Charles knew this was never an easy topic for Jean, understandably so. But he needed her to talk to him, so the pair doesn’t fall prey to the past and resulting in dire consequences. “Usually, I get shut down before this point.” He stiffed, a chuckle. Rarely getting beyond the utterance of the Dark Phoenix. “It means you need something good to balance out the phoenix’ rage.” He said, all is easy to say but to bring it to fruition will be the difficult part. “There has to be a memory that brings you such joy that dulls the wrath of the Dark Phoenix.” 

Erik hardly celebrated anything lately outside of what little Christmas tidings that the Students tended to take part in. He found that without his family he lacked the will or even the mental abilities to practice Hanukkah but he knew Charles would do it with him if he asked but he really didn’t feel the need too. “That they have, maybe it’s the fact I am a teacher here with the most free time” He chuckled before taking in the little pup within Charles’s arms, he knew his lover had a soft spot for animals and children but this didn’t look like any stray he’d seen before. “I’ve seen a dog before Charles, just never on your lap going mildly crazy, you do know you have cats here right?” He mused taking a step closer pulling his gaze from the dog back to Charles “What do you mean this is mine?” He mused looking at the excited dog again moving his hand closer to the Dog to allow him to sniff his hand. He’d never had a pet before not for lack of disinterest but he knew his life couldn’t support the love of an animal and when he had Nina, she talked to a plethora of animals that they never worried about getting her one.

Ever since Erik had left his life, Charles had been celebrating Hanukkah as it made him feel closer to Erik - not to mention when he re-opened his school a lot of his students are observant to the Jewish faith and Charles honours it with them all, proudly and never for them to be ashamed of it. Though he knew it maybe hard for Erik to be around, letting him have the time during all of this period. “Oh, are you asking for more teaching privileges? as that can be arranged, darling. Maths?” He’s partly serious and joking, stroking his fingers lightly over the crest of the puppy’s chest when Erik spun around to face him. “He doesn’t look like he’s seen a dog before...” He teased to Erik but was musing it to the puppy whom now looked up at Charles before licking the side of his cheek wanting to get to Erik. “Thank you. I have a cat here whom doesn’t mind as long as he gets cream on a weekly bases.” He smiled, watching Erik circling and coming straight for the pair like a shark on the attack, wary and graceful. “What I mean this beautiful, little girl here is yours, she’s fond of you, no?” He said, meeting Erik’s gaze as the puppy licked over his knuckles once she had sniffed him. “She came a bit later then I expected, she was supposed to be a gift for our anniversary but here we are today instead.” He mused in a slight rumble. Please, take your puppy off my lap. She’s starting to think you don’t like her. He projected into their shared link, trying to reassure the puppy that everything was okay. 

Loki found this human curious that much was certain he’d never met one that captured his attention this way especially when so many of them were just so ordinary yet here was one claiming to have seen his kind before how old was the male. “He’s not my father, you’ll do well to remember that if you want this conversation to continue” He replied looking at the other, he didn’t think of the man as a father not for a long time now. He listened to the other as he spoke about New York which brought up even more sickening feelings he wasn’t about to talk about with a total stranger. “You are so sure of yourself, things like that don’t matter, we have moved far past that event. I do have a connection with Stark, I am working my way through their good grace at the moment.” He replied, looking at the other for a moment. He took a sip of the drink watching the over for the moment “I don’t  know who this Wade is but I’m hardly that bad most of what I speak is the truth that’s the secret.” He replied looking at the other waving his hand allowing a tiny snake to slither out of the cup and wrap itself around the other’s wrist. “Try and see, Never played with a telepath before, given my minor dabbling in the art myself I want to see your power Human.”

The telepath had always been curious by nature in his youth, after his step-father and brother were out of his life, he travelled a lot. Searching for something to fill the void, never did he find it until her started at Oxford with the glorious purpose of teaching but on those travels he had met a lot of interesting beings, a few of Asgard. Never Loki though one he’d always been curious about. “I am aware of that, funny the pair of us have that in common.” He mused, soft curl of the left side of his lip. Watching the micro-reactions from Loki on the New York subject, seeing it as a sadden spot. “You may have along with your Avenger pals - are easily won over. But you see some of my students whom are mere children. Don’t see it the same way, the Chitauri haunt their nightmares." He threw back at Loki, taking a sip of his own drink. “No, you just know how to spin a good yarn, Mr Laufeyson.” He said, not flinching when the serpent appeared in his cup and around his wrist, his telepath ate it away as it is a mere illusion. And so, Charles continued to sip at his tea before placing it back on the saucer. “Nor have I with the God of Mischief.” 

Pietro had come to understand this new side of himself but there were things he longed for in their little home. He didn’t mind the City life so much but it was easier living with Kate spreading his wings trying to find himself though he knew part of him would always feel the connection between Wanda and himself. His sister was his world and that was something that would never change but he liked taking a moment to himself to figure out what he could do to protect those he loved. “Aww come on Professor no one can pull one over your eyes’’ he teased back looking at the other nodding his head “I’d like to try, Wanda’s power has grown so much since my time away…I wanted to be the best I can so I can properly protect those I love.” He said determined to ensure that he could protect them better than he had so many years ago. He laughed, shaking his head “I don’t know, I think from what I’ve heard Logan would be fun to mess with, especially given my mutation” He teased.

Pietro had always wanted a pet of his own growing up but they could never truly afford it, given they could barely feed each other so he pushed the want down in favor of more important. “Oh Yeah? Well, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind marrying you again” He smirked looking at the other before shrugging his shoulders “Well Erik doesn’t talk a lot about his past, I bet that type of dog would fit better in his life anyhow.” He mused knowing his father probably had plenty of PTSD when it came to certain things. “Awww that’s so cute, I bet he will be really surprised.” he replied before nodding his head “you got it, Charles, I’ll offer you all the help I possibly can no worries.”

All Charles could do is laugh softly at Pietro’s somewhat innocence naive mind on how many times he’s had something pulled over his eyes. “If only that was the truth,” Charles’ chuckle faded out. He only smiled up at the mutant, offering him his hand to take in his own. “You’ll get faster in due time, Pie. But you cannot rush it as much as you’d like. Speaking of love ones, how is the young hawk?” Giving Pietro’s hand, light squeeze to let him know he’s doing a good job in a sense. Understanding the need to keep everyone safe as it was the same need Charles has in his own life, dropping his hand as he spoke and shaking his head at him. “Please, I don’t need the headache that would come from you and your father tag teaming poor Logan... because I’ll be the one that suffers and I’ll assure you, it’ll be ten times worse then what I am like in the mornings.” He teased back. 

Charles knew the breeder of the dogs had other animals for sale and he’d let Pietro choose whatever one he wants and Charles would pay for the animal’s living - however, it’ll be up to Pietro to do the hard yards of taking care of it which he knows the boy will. “Yeah - he better, it’ll be nice to have you kids around would it not? Join in the celebration together as whole - uniting together.” He said, it had been a long wait on Charles’ part to even be back at this stage of his life, to think of the future with Erik, it all felt a bit like a dream. “Have you made the time to weasel your way into asking about his past? Here’s hoping or you might get a dog.” He merely teased, lightly. “You sure? You have nothing better to do with your day then to hang out with me and bunch of puppies.” He laughed. 

Daken ignored what Xavier was saying, until he rolled up beside him and started patting his back. As if Daken was some small child, who was sick before school. As if that show of kindness was something Daken was used to receiving. He was too weak to shove away from the touch, so he accepted the few hesitant pats on his back as he withered in pain. He managed a few more coughs of water up before it seemed like he was more or less fine. “Hopefully.” Daken said, pounding his own chest a few times just to make sure.

Daken remained on his hands and knees, even though he knew that it made him extremely vulnerable. Not like Chuck could butt into his mind right now, thanks to his mental shield. “I got no clue. Last thing I remember it was around New Years. Then the ol’-” Daken mimicked pushing someone face down into the puddle. “I can find somewhere. Unless you wanna take a stray home?” Daken said, situating himself carefully so he was sitting down. “Maybe not so nice if Logan is there, I have to admit.”

Charles didn’t care much about him recoiling from his touch, he had to pat his back to ensure that he got all the water - or what once was water he assumed - and eased away once he coughed up more. “Yes, don’t want to be sitting in a filthy alleyway with a rotting corpse waiting for you to come to again, not much fun.” He mused, glancing over at Daken and he’d never say it out loud as he knew the other didn’t like being compared to his father but he certainly holds Logan’s bone structure and skittish animal’s body jerking from any kind of gentle touch. He paused for a minute, his jacket wouldn’t suffice at covering Daken, so he gave him his blanket as he listen to how he came to be in dirty puddle when as much as he’d probably get out of the young mutant. “Hell of a New Year’s party for you then, wake up almost a year later.” He said, no amusement in his voice this time round. As the telepath empathised with the time that he’s missed out on, granted he may not be good but still. Daken didn’t deserve to drown in a fucking puddle by himself. “Here take this, get some warmth into your joints.” Handing him the blanket that was over his lap. “Logan isn’t there even if he was he’d be in a checkmate if he wanted to stay under my roof. And beside you have no where else to live or be.” 

“Because I wasn’t aware he was even in the city until recently. We happened to bump into each other. I know him from the motherland. Check my memory if you don’t believe me. ” she shrugged. though she had to admit, her heart did race a bit at the chance to see T’challa again. “ That’s because if scott was a spice he’d be flour. And warren is an over grown bird who gets distracted by his own reflection. Neither of them are interesting company. ” Ororo smirked. She pulled her hand back with a smile. “I’m just excited to see someone who sees this land as I do. It will be fine.” she rolled her eyes at his threat. “I don’t need anyone fighting for my honor Charles.”

Charles narrowed his eyes at her jokingly, shaking his head at the preposterous idea as he trusted Ororo. “Alright, I believe you as I always do. No, need for dramatics - have you been hanging out with Erik?” He joked, she’d tell him if it was something more then what it is and from the seems of things it is merely the start or starting again for the pair. He snickered lightly. “I’d hate to know what you thought of me... guessing piss weak tea?” He mused over at her, it was all in good jested and he knew it. Frowning a bit when she pulled her hand away, wishing he could hold it forever and a day. “I bet you are, that I have no doubt about. Here’s hoping he does pop around for me to meet though, any friend of yours is a friend of mine,” Charles used his fakest of smiles. “It isn’t that I am fighting for your honour, Ororo. You are family to me like to think I’d protect my family as much as I can do.” He took her hand softly in his own, giving it a meaningful squeeze. “You’re like a daughter to me. Okay? I just want you to thrive and be safe and happy.” 

“No, not quite.” Billy answered automatically, before turning to see who he was talking to, and froze. Billy knew who Xavier was; he was sure anyone would, even without the majority of their teen years spent locked away reading comics. Billy forgot sometimes that he technically belonged to this entire world of superheroes, and that people were going to judge him based off that. Wanda had just done her whole ‘creating a new reality’ thing, which definatley did not make him favored by most, especially since that meant that he had the same capabilities. And Billy’s… soul-grandpa (not that he’d ever call him that) and Xavier infamously never got along. Or at least never agreed on most things. And Billy didn’t need that kind of weight on his shoulders from the start. Billy wasn’t even sure if he qualified as a mutant, but it seemed like Xavier didn’t mind.

“Billy Kaplan. Kinda new to the whole hero thing around here.” Billy said sheepishly. 

Curiosity sparked in his eyes, smile drawing his lines into a thin line. “Alright, what is it then?” Was he being nosy of course he was but he was reframing from reading the young man’s mind and even surface thoughts. Placing the brakes on one of his wheels to stop on the spot better, staring up at the boy and there was a familiarness about him. “Billy, honour to meet you.” He said, sticking out his hand for the other to shake. “Is that so, I haven’t seen you on the tv screens or newspapers... are you from this earth or another?” 

Erik hardly ever practiced at this point, everyone he ever loved and enjoyed this holiday with was long gone and it only seemed to remind him of pain when he thought of them. He still remembered the memories that Charles helped unearth about their last Hanukkah before it was ripped from them and he couldn’t help but smile and cry thinking of his parents and how happy they were. So when Charles had been gone all day it didn’t bother him at all given he’d had plenty on his plate to stop him from thinking about just what was supposed to be happening at this moment. Erik was lost within the library reading some book when he got the alert that Charles had returned home making him seek the other out. “I wasn’t far, I had to help a couple of students in the library today and decided to stay and do some light reading.” He mused walking towards the other freezing when he saw the almost excitable pup on Charles’s legs blinking for a moment “Charles? You want to explain the dog that’s out of the bag?” he questioned while watching the other.

Unearthed memories embraced and faded out, all in the same as that’s what memories do. When he done that for Erik, those memories have always stayed in Charles’ mind and he doesn’t doubt for a second that it is the same for Erik. Sometimes he hopes that Erik looks back on those memories fondly even if it brings about the pain of his loss, of their loss and somewhere in all that pain healing can take hold of him - understanding the circumstances are vastly different for Erik and what he experienced that Charles holds doubts that he’ll ever able to practice again. Beaming up and across to Erik, hand still firmly on the pup’s chest to keep it from jumping and possibly hurting itself. “Oh, they have come accustom to you, haven’t they?” He mused, chuckling at Erik freezing mid-step. “You alright, love? You look a wee bit confused as if you’ve never seen a dog before.” Charles teased the other ever so lightly. The telepathy’s thumb stroking over fur of the pup whom was becoming more excitable by the second, intently watching Erik as if the pup has known Erik all his life because in a sense it has, from when Pietro picked out the dog and Charles imprinted Erik over it’s mind to make the bonding process easier. “Well, this is your dog, silly.” He said, not being able to move due to the puppy wiggling about wanting to greet Erik or run about the patio, Charles couldn’t really tell.