Warnings: Daddy!kink, priest!play, pain!play, rimming, comeplay, fingering.
Disclaimer: X-Men does not belong to me. With good reason.
Author's Note: Light fixtures, porn. Dedicated to everhaunting, because it always will be and because she wrote a five page essay when I asked her about porn. Which is essentially all this is. Porn. (ALSO, \O/ I HAVE NO ICON FOR THIS PAIRING.) Oh, this is pre-transformation, no such place as Cuba or the real world. :D
Warnings: Corny *science* jokes.
Disclaimer: I am not a crook, XMFC doesn't belong to me.
Author's Note: Bedtime diddy for everhaunting.
( He hangs out a lot in Beast’s lab these days, and he can make sodium chloride now. )
(c) Fuck Yes Lucas Till
Where's your hand going there, Charles?
I'm juss' saying.
That being said, I wanted to PIMPPP the opening of the Alex/Charles comm just opened by kathrynparis, specifically dedicated to our ship and vessel, Alex Summers/Charles Xavier:
See you there! :D
Usually, I have a nice little post where I rant about the fic I'm currently working on and when it'll be out and what kind of fuckery and jiggery pokery I traversed to get through it, but this time--not only am I super belated--I decided to talk about my asshole genius of a beta that does most of the magical fuckery that makes everything at least SOUND coherent, everhaunting. I've known EH since I was 13 and she's been my beta for at least, 3 of those years, on and off and I don't think I've ever stopped and really thought about the kind of shit I put her through.
Guys. Guys. Look at these chat logs.
( Take note, this conversation went on at three or four in the morning and EH was purposely ignoring me. )
There was also a threat of scrapping everything at least twice, there was a moment when I was convinced the fic was cursed (two broken pens, one lost, the notebook binding tore, and this one time I was trying to write and couldn't concentrate with so many mosquitoes feeding of what is clearly delicious, delicious blood) and swore to drop out of school, become a pole dancer, move to Boston, marry a nice pole repair man and have 2.5 kids.
( Beta appreciation, thoughts on characterization, an apparent lack of the ability to stop. )
Two, this is dedicated and written for and revised by everhaunting. Everyone, EH held my hand through this fic, THAT WAS CURSED, (there are dead pens and tattered notebooks in its wake), and kissed my booboo's and listened to me complain and ramble, much like I'm doing now, because she is A MOTHERFUCKING CHAMP. ILY, BB.
Pairing: Alex Summers/Charles Xavier
Words: ~12750 (total)
Warnings: Intercrural sex, ideologically sensitive themes.
Disclaimer: X-Men does not belong to me.
Author's Note: As to so far, this is all I have to say about this fandom, it follows the movie verse, including anything the writer's may have said about how they arranged this verse for the characters.
( Everyone else in the facility is loud in their thoughts, unabashed and completely open. Alex is quiet, like gentle wind rustling the leaves of a tree. )