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16. A fic that led to you making friends with the author

Most of the friends I've made in this fandom have come from a combination of commenting on their fics and then seeing them on tumblr and following and interacting with them here. I'm not sure I recall specific fics/times where this happened so I'll just give you some favorites from my besties @lachatblanche and @widgenstain :D :D :D

Lehnsherr M.D. by lachatblanche

In which Dr. Erik Lehnsherr is a celebrated medical diagnostician with little time for rules and bureaucracy and even less for patient interaction, and Dr. Charles Xavier is a neurosurgeon and Erik's long-suffering best friend who somehow always ends up being the one to deal with him.

A House M.D. AU.

Front Window by widgenstain

Erik is a lonely electronics salesman with a secret past, who develops an unhealthy obsession with the blue-eyed stranger form across the street.

Parry and Asriel no, but I think Lee Scoresby and Parry go into battle together

Oh yes, that I remember! I remember their... *cough* “fate” (and it’s so shippable too *smooshes the musical and the theatre bambi together*) but i don’t remember if there was anything before... crap, I’m old. 

@lachatblanche

Right so who do we need to pay off to sneak in a random flashback scene where the two meet...?

A lightly alpha/omega universe, mostly because much of Regency culture stops making sense without strict gender divides of some sort.

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Charles wasn't sure how he'd ended up alone in a carriage with Mr. Azazel; it was quite improper for him to ride unsupervised in the company of an unattached alpha. He could only blame the chaotic shuffling about as they all hurried to leave the party before the snow trapped them there. Charles longed for solitude, but that being impossible, he would have chosen to ride in a more crowded carriage rather than find himself here. He could not be entirely comfortable in Mr. Azazel's company after the man's bizarre and uncharacteristic behavior tonight. How could the man be so uncaring toward the welfare of one whom he was courting? Not that he had done anything to harm Raven, of course—Raven was not here to be harmed—but that was the very problem. Raven was sick at home, and Mr. Azazel had not appeared to care at all.

"What a lovely party," Charles said, and, making one last effort to let Mr. Azazel return to normal, added, "It is such a shame Miss Darkholme could not attend."

"I would have been sorry if she had," Mr. Azazel said. "Doubtless she would have ridden next to you, Mr. Xavier, and then we could not have had this time alone.

Charles stared in utter horror at this singular pronouncement. Mr. Azazel, perhaps mistaking his silence for some more pleasant form of surprise, took the liberty—Charles could not believe he took the liberty—of leaving his seat to settle himself next to Charles on the other side of the carriage.

... for the WIP post obviously, I’m sure you’re looking absolutely gorgeous IRL 😆

LMAO thank you darling but yes I knew what you meant!

So this is actually the beginnings of my futuristic A.I. story, where Erik goes to a specialty service that deals with really advanced androids (they’re indistinguishable from humans, unlike the mass produced sex dolls that are abundantly available in this verse) for sex and companionship - in that order. He ends up meeting/choosing Charles and spends the night with him and enjoys the experience way more than he expected. So the next time he goes back he asks for Charles again, and is surprised (and upset) that the android doesn’t recognize him (they get their memories wiped after every client). So Erik pre-pays for x number of sessions with Charles under the condition that he gets to retain his memories of their time together which you know...becomes an issue because FEELINGS.

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Here’s all I’ve written so far lol:

“You look like shit,” Azazel said, when the meeting finally ended and Erik told everyone to pack up and head home for the weekend, “when’s the last time you took a day off?”

Erik snorted as he stretched his arms over his head, trying to work the knots in his neck and shoulders while simultaneously coaxing some feeling back into his buttocks. “This case is going to make or break us, Azazel. We can’t afford to go at anything less than a hundred percent.”

“Yes and I am working at a hundred percent.” Azazel grunted, grabbing his laptop and files and turning the lights off in the conference room with Erik still sitting in his chair. “You however, are working at least twice that, days and nights and weekends, living and breathing work like there’s nothing else in the world worth doing! Even for a hermit like you it’s getting ridiculous—”

Erik huffed. “Now you sound like my wife. Ex-wife,” he said, trailing Azazel as they headed down the hall to their offices. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of divorcing me too?”

Azazel shook his head and chuckled. “No chance. Your workaholic tendencies suit me just fine, but even a machine like you needs to take a break now and then. When’s the last time you went out? Saw a movie? Got laid?”

The question made him pause outside his door; he couldn’t honestly remember the last time he picked someone up for sex, or when he might have gone out for an actual date. Truthfully, Magda leaving him had hurt, and he had spent much of the first few months too numb with shock to deal with people outside the comforting distance of work. 

Hi Anon, sadly I don’t recall that many fics out there written with Charles and Jean in an explicitly father-daughter relationship. But you definitely need to read @lachatblanche‘s amazing Dark Phoenix inspired fic that does deal with this exact topic:

Reflections by lachatblancheCharles considers his relationship with Jean Grey.

And this XMA one is all kinds of amazing too:

Ripples in a Pond (the Strong Roots Go Deep Remix) by lachatblanche

When the X-Men discover that there is something seriously wrong with Charles, Jean decides to go into the Professor’s head to set things right.

I have definitely read it Anon! In fact A Doll’s House is written by my darling @lachatblanche and it is definitely every bit as amazing as you might have heard! 

It took Steve a few moments to remember what happened whenhe finally opened his eyes.

They’d been fighting, and things had gone downhill prettyfast; from ‘this is bad’ to ‘shit, this is really, really bad’. He remembered getting between a de-armored Stark andsomething big and glow-y, excruciatingpain, and then, nothing…

“Welcome back, Captain,” said a familiar voice to his left,and Steve hissed, biting back a curse when he turned instinctively towards thesound. Every inch of him hurt like ason of a bitch, which was probably good since it meant he wasn’t dead. At leastnot yet.

“Charles,” he said, sounding exactly as bruised and beat upas he was feeling from head to toe, “what…what are you…”

“Shh. Don’t move, and don’t try to talk that much. Her Highness would be very cross indeed if you went and undid all of her excellent work.”

The owner of the voice came into view a few seconds later, settling his wheelchair next to the bed. The Professor – Charles – looked as immaculately put together as ever, though his forehead was creased with worry,his lips pursed in a slight frown.

“You need to stop pulling heroic shit when I’m not around totalk you out of it, Rogers,” he said, which made him laugh – and ow – made Charles tut at him like one ofhis wayward students. “One of these days I’m not going to around to save your collectiveasses.”

He smiled, which made Charles roll his eyes even as heleaned over and gently cradled Steve’s hand. “Well I’m glad it’s not that dayyet, Prof,” he said, and then added, “the others…are they alright?”

“Everyone’s fine; you were the one most seriously injured,”Charles answered. “I hope you know I’m very cross with you…you were supposed tocall for back up before you tried saving the world again, remember?”

Steve chuckled. “Sorry…I sent Hank a message but we couldn’twait.”

“I know,” Charles said with grin and a shake of his head. “Doesn’tmean I’m happy about it. And now we have to wait ‘til you recuperate before wecan go on our date.”

“Raincheck?”

So lame lol.

To make up for it, I’m also writing a (SHORT) au of my au, which will be strictly VERY BAD STUFF and it’s now a modern mob au where Erik still hires Charles to have his baby but then sends him home and it’s Kurt doing SUCH BAD THINGS to him and yes, it’s superdirtybad oh my.