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⸻ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉: charles xavier; penned by @arkhospheleteon ⸻ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: krakoa, the quiet council chambers

━⊱ scott summers emerged from the portal into krakoa’s vibrant air, the faint buzz of human arrogance still clinging to him. his stride was firm, boots pressing into the living floor, the red visor slicing through the island’s glow — a silent vow to krakoa’s defiance. he’d just brushed up against the avengers’ world — not a fistfight, but a sharp exchange with one of their liaisons, some suit parroting stark’s tech-jargon and rogers’ platitudes about “coexistence”. scott had cut it short: krakoa didn’t need their blessing, and he wasn’t there to beg.

the chamber doors slid open, and he caught erik lehnsherr mid-step, rising from his seat, helmet in hand. his silver hair glinted as he turned from charles, their low voices fading — a private talk just wrapped. erik’s eyes flicked to scott, a brief, piercing jolt that lingered too long, before he brushed past with that quiet, commanding stride, the doors sealing behind him. the room settled, leaving only professor x at the table.

charles stood at the head of the chamber, the sleek cerebro helmet crowning his head, its metallic curve framing his face without veiling it. his hands were clasped behind his back, posture tall and renewed, his eyes — sharp and unguarded — locking onto scott with that steady, visionary calm that anchored them all. the space hummed — krakoa’s dream alive between its architect and its shield.

scott stopped before the table, shoulders squared. ❝ ran into one of the avengers’ errand boys. ❞ he said, voice clipped and controlled. ❝ same old noise. ‘concerns’, ‘dialogue’. i told them krakoa’s not their sandbox. they’ll figure it out or they won’t. ❞ his tone was flat, dismissing the encounter like a spent round.

he faced professor x, his image sharp in the helmet’s visor. ❝ the other nations... what’s their status? are they ready to acknowledge us, professor? ❞ the question was precise, a soldier’s check-in, carrying faith in charles’ plan and a readiness to move.

summary  you left home in search of a new one not thinking you would find it in the form of choi san.

pairing  bad boy!san x reader

genre  bad boy + road trip + romance + slow burn + angst + fluff

warnings  allusion of a toxic household + language 

san’s eyes were hard as steel as he looked at you from across the table in the diner the two of you had decided to stop and eat in. his tatted left hand drumming an unknown rhythm on the table as your eyes darted from his face to his hands to the plate of fries between you two. 

“eat before they get cold,” he says with a large frown drawn over his lips and you know he’s thinking. 

but what he’s thinking about, you aren’t sure of. 

“what are you thinking about?” you decide to be brave and ask him knowing that he won’t tell you otherwise. hell, he still might not even tell you after you ask. 

“a lot of things,” he begins and for some reason it makes you feel uneasy to hear that. “this trip, your parents, us.”

no. no no no no no. please don’t say it, you think as you feel your stomach become an endless pit of nothing and your palms start to sweat at the thought of more he could say to you. 

“i think you should go stay with yunho or your aunt. i– you still have the opportunity for a good future. college is starting soon again and i know a pl–

“no!” you cut him off harshly as you slam your palms against the table and catching a few other customers’ attention with your sudden outburst. you feel your heart pounding a mile a minute and you think you might throw up at any given second now. 

“y/n...” 

“why are you such a fucking coward choi san?” you cut him off once more, not wanting to hear the pity in his voice. “has the past few months meant nothing to you like they have to me? i-i told you things no one else, not even yunho knows about and you want to throw it all away?”

“this relationship between us wasn’t suppose to become what it is,” he says and you feel like crawling into a hole and dying because of his words. 

he was just using you? this whole time he didn’t actually care about you like you thought he did. 

a dry chuckle leaves your lips as you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes and san can’t help but notice the glassy look in your eyes because of it. 

“i guess yunho was right about you,” you say looking up at the ceiling, afraid that if you look at san the dam would break. “you just use people until you get bored with them before moving on,” you say before taking a deep breath.

you will yourself to look at the man in front of you. the man you thought you could trust. the man you love. 

“if you ever see me again, please do me a favor and look the other direction,” you say before sliding out of the booth and quickly out of the diner, leaving san with only himself and his thoughts. 

“what have i done.”

Making her way towards her was easy enough, long, doe-like hues gaze up at him as her fingers gently brush against her forearm, she couldn't help but feel the slight bubble of arousal in her stomach at how hard she found muscle there. Sea-colored hues bat at him before she spoke: "Do you want to be my hero for the night? Those drunk frat brothers keep staring and heckling, do you think you could walk me home? There might be a reward for helping me so nobly." Rosamund questioned, batting her lashing at him to emphasize her eyes. // @gabeinreallife