xmen_firstkink

Background: Mutants are either alphas or omegas, and only mate/have children with their destined alpha/omega. Alphas can sense their destined omegas, but an omega cannot sense his/her alpha.

I want a modern!AU in which freshman Charles Xavier is entering his first year in high school. On his first day of school, he runs into the tall, brooding Mr. Lehnsherr. Mr. Lehnsherr is well known among the students as a retired general for the mutant army who's taken up teaching defense at Charles' high school. He's feared by all the students, mutant or human. To Charles' surprise, Mr. Lehnsherr doesn't kill freak out at him for getting in his (Erik's) way. Instead, Mr. Lehnsherr starts to act all weird, not letting Charles' arm go, making growling/purring sounds, and acting, well, like an alpha that's just found his/her mate. Charles promptly freaks out.

The school doesn't quite know how to handle a mutant teacher who's imprinted on a student. They can't really fire Erik, bc of the troublesome mutant rights acts, but they can't let him get too close to Charles, what with the troublesome underage student thing. They decide to allow the two to spend time together during lunch/whatever, so long as a chaperone (Charles' older sister Emma) is there to make sure nothing happens. The more Erik gets to know Charles, the less he wants to be away from him. He makes sure to be around Charles in all of his free time, which is starting to freak out Charles, who is uncomfortable with all the attention he's getting both from Erik and the school.

And now Erik's starting to follow Charles to his after school activities. It's nice that he's bringing Charles snacks and tasty drinks, but it's a little embarrassing to have Erik breathing down everyone's necks to make sure Charles isn't hurt...

Bonus: Charles is in band. I think he'd be a clarinet or oboe player, tbh. Or anything with a reed... (*was in band in high school*) His band's very competitive, and works long hours after school. Erik doesn't really like the idea of Charles spending so much time outside in bad weather conditions...

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD YESH. SOMEONE WILL DO THIS. OR ELSE.

A/N: Charles's abilities are not fully developed yet.
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Charles is lost, lost, lost. He is rubbish at reading maps, and he is going to be so late for biology. He doesn't even know which hallway he is in right now. He wants to ask, but everyone is moving through the hallways with such purpose , and those who are loitering along the lockers are generally in groups, or really big and scary upperclassmen. Charles thinks he sees Logan, a senior from his gym class. Logan seems a bit gruff and short of temper, but he helped Charles pick up his notebooks and folders this morning when some big jock knocked him to the ground and scattered them, so he can't be too bad.

Right?

Charles fights against the sea of students, trying his best to move forward without much success. He finally sees an opening, and darts forward. He looks around desperately for Logan, but the senior is gone.

The bell rings.

Charles feels his eyes start to well up with tears. The hallways has emptied nearly instantaneously, everyone slipping into their appropriate classrooms. Charles is left alone, clutching his useless map to his chest as he tries to look for something familiar - so he at least knows where he is. Emma warned him that Mr. Essex, his biology teacher, did not appreciate tardiness.

He would be lucky at this point if he didn't get written up for skipping class.

Charles takes a deep, shuddering breath, chiding himself for being overly emotional. It is his first day. He is a freshman. Surely his teachers will understand his confusion and unfamiliarity with a new school?

He catches sight of a display about DNA that he and Hank marveled over at orientation, and breathes a small sigh of relief. He is pretty sure that his biology classroom is just around the corner. Charles picks up his speed, walking quickly and hugging the corner. If he hurries, he will only be five minutes later or so.

As he turns the corner at a fair speed, Charles runs into a brick wall. Charles falls back, and his messenger bag falls to the ground, notebooks and folders spilling out, pens and highlighters scattering along the floor. He looks around at the mess, trying his best not to tear up, an apology on his lips.

A large, strong hand wraps around his upper arm, tugging his to his feet. Charles swallows thickly, an apology on his lips...

And looks up, and up, and up, into the dark green eyes of the infamous Mr. Lensherr.

Charles is going to throw up.

OMG, I didn't think someone would fill this this fast!!! :D

This is EXACTLY what I remember my first day of high school being like. We were allowed to find our classrooms during orientation, but damned if that's any help when you're dead in the middle of hallway traffic. Running around worried about tardies (or worse, truancies) and mean teachers is such a freshman/first week thing. It's all very terrifying, and what I'm getting at is that you've done a great job getting that point across. :)

I can't wait for the next update! \o/

Mr.Essex is the biology teacher= WIN!!!! I love comic book references and I was always a bit disapointed that Mr.Sinister was never in any of the movies. Also, picturing 14 year old Charles/James McAvoy is so adorable. He'd be like a puppy, a kitten and a baby monkey all rolled into one adorable ball of pinchy-cheeked adorableness.

"I... Mr. Lensherr. I'm sorry. I didn't - I didn't mean to bump into you. I should have been watching where I was going. I'm sorry. I apologize. I... I need to pick up my books. I'm late to class. I'm sorry. I..." Charles babbles, and Mr. Lensherr just looks down at him with dark, dark eyes, his big hand a brand against the skin of Charles's upper arm. Charles feels so, so small - Mr. Lensherr's fingers are touching his thumb where his hand is wrapped around his arm, and his neck is starting to hurt from looking so far up to meet the teacher's eyes.

He wishes he would just hit his growth spurt already.

Charles lets his eyes drop to the floor, wanting to drop to his knees to gather his scattered belongings, trying not to cry as he just stands there silently, waiting for Mr. Lensherr to decide whether it is worth it to kill him or not. Or worse, expel him. Could he be expelled for literally running into the scariest teacher in school? Maybe Mr. Lensherr would say it was assault.

But the teacher is not saying anything, and he is not moving. His hand is still wrapped around Charles's arm, and he is just standing there.

"Um... I'm sorry?" Charles says again, trying to pull his arm away. Mr. Lensherr's grip just tightens. Charles winces and stops moving.

"Oomph," Charles huffs, as Mr. Lensherr tugs him forward, and he stumbles into the man's broad chest. Charles wonders how much the teacher works out. He can feel the man's muscles through his shirt, where Charles's face is buried against his chest. It must be a lot, because Charles thinks Mr. Lensherr could probably snap him in half like a twig, even without his ridiculously powerful metal-bending abilities.

"Um... Mr. Lensherr?" Charles asks, trying to pull away. But Mr. Lensherr's other hand comes up to splay possessively against the small of his back, holding him in place. The man's head dips down.

Is he... is he smelling Charles's hair?

And why isn't Charles dead yet? Or at least given detention?

Oh god.

Mr. Lensherr is smelling Charles's hair. One large hand is running soothingly up and down Charles's back, while the other is releasing its grip on his arm to play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. Charles shudders, struggling a bit to get away, and Mr. Lensherr growls at him.

Oh god.

Oh god .

"Mr. Lensherr?" he squeaks, going limp in the man's hold, his mind running a million miles a minute.

He is fourteen, and small for his age, and developing some sort of telepathic ability, just like his sister Emma. He doesn't know yet for certain whether he is an alpha or omega, but he has never felt the super-competitive drive that alphas (like Emma, and probably Raven) typically feel. It is quite possible he is an omega.

Mr. Lensherr... Mr. Lensherr is in his early thirties, and tall and broad and muscular, and has exquisite control over metal as big as planes and submarines, and as small as iron particles in the blood, honed over years of being the scariest general in the mutant army. He is probably one of the alpha-iest alphas that has ever alpha-ed, but he doesn't have an omega.

He is acting like Charles is his omega.

Loving this! Especially this line:

He is probably one of the alpha-iest alphas that has ever alpha-ed

OHMYFUCKINGAWWWWWWWWWWD I DIDN'T EXPECT IT TO BE FILLED SO QUICKLY! MARRY ME!

"Charles?" he hears from behind him.

'You are too young,' she projects to him mentally, and Charles can just picture her glaring at Mr. Lensherr.

Part of him relaxes - Emma is here. His big sister is here, and of course she will take care of him and make everything alright. The rest of him tenses up, though, because Mr. Lensherr is growling again, and Charles can feel his muscles tensing up everywhere they are pressed together, and yes - Emma is a telepath, and she can turn into diamond, and she is his gorgeous, smart, strong, senior older sister - but he is sure that Mr. Lensherr would still decimate her in a fight. She can read minds, yes, but she is not yet at the point where she can control them.

And all the lockers surrounding them are made out of metal, and Emma is probably wearing a necklace and earrings and... She's in a lot of danger right now.

'Emma... Emma, go get help,' Charles projects to her, even as he squirms in Mr. Lensherr's hold. She projects back a refusal, standing her ground. The man just growls louder, gripping him tighter before moving Charles so he is pressed tight against the man's back - so Charles is no longer between Mr. Lensherr and his sister.

"Mr. Lensherr... Mr. Lensherr!" Charles calls, tugging at the man's arm determinedly when it rises, aimed at the lockers to Emma's right.

'Emma - turn diamond!' he tells her mentally, because if she is not going to leave, she is probably going to be attacked.

She listens immediately, her eyes locked with Mr. Lensherr's as she shifts to her diamond form.

"Mr. Lensherr!" Charles yells, practically hanging on the man's arm at this point. "She's my sister. Please. Please, don't hurt her."

He pushes as hards as he can, mentally, against the man's mental shields - and somehow he breaks through. He projects his fear, and his desire for Emma not to be hurt, and the other mess of emotions he's feeling at the thought of being a claimed omega at the ripe old age of fourteen . He feels the man's desire for him, the rage of want, take, have , the repetitive chant of MINE! MINE! MINE!, the possessiveness, the protectiveness, the anger at this intruder . But Charles's emotions must get through, because Mr. Lensherr lets his hand drop, and his posture relaxes minutely.

"Ms. Frost," he says to Emma, his voice low and dangerous. "What are you doing out of class?"

"I felt my brother's panic from across the school, sir ," Emma practically hisses, holding her ground.

"Your brother," Mr. Lensherr says, as if weighing the words. He turns to Charles, looking down at him with dark, possessive eyes. "As you can see, Mr. Frost is fine. You may return to class, now."

"It's Xavier," Charles corrects automatically, the words spilling out before he can check them.

"Xavier Frost," the teacher murmurs softly, the words practically a caress on his tongue.

"Charles Xavier," Emma cuts in. "We're half siblings. Now, please stop molesting my baby brother. If he really is your omega, he's underage and you know you will have to go through proper channels. You can't just claim him in the hallway like some animal."

Charles is dismissed from the room after that. Principal Summers tells him to go to class - he won't get in trouble for missing biology, but he needs to finish out the rest of his first day.

He gets to pre-calculus about halfway through the period. Hank is the only other freshman in the class, and thankfully there is an open seat next to him. Charles hands the note Principal Summers gave him to the teacher, who just raises an eyebrow as he reads it and tells him to take a seat.

Charles tries to pay attention as the teacher finishes outlining the course expectations and rules and all the other first-day explanations. But he can't.

Mr. Lensherr, his mother, and Emma are still in the principal's office, probably discussing him and rules regarding sexual conduct with him and everything else in excruciating detail. When Charles mentally knocks on Emma's shields, she just sends him a wave of reassurance and otherwise ignores him.

The bell rings quickly enough, and then he and Hank are on their way to English. The classroom is just a few doors off, so Hank pulls him aside in the few minutes between bells.

"What happened? Why weren't you in biology? Mr. Essex frowned when he read your name off attendance and you weren't there. I made sure to get an extra copy of every handout for you, and I took notes on what he said too, so hopefully you will be fine," Hank explains earnestly, as if missing class is the worst thing that happened to Charles today.

"I... I was imprinted on," Charles murmurs back softly, leaning close after making sure no one is watching or listening in.

Hank blinks in confusion for a moment, clearly shocked.

"W-what?!" he practically yells. "Who? Was it that senior Logan? He seemed to like you? Or maybe Bobby? He was watching you before, you know."

"Shhh!" Charles hushes him, looking around warily. "Class is going to start soon. We better get inside and sit down. I... Mr. Lensherr imprinted on me."

Then Charles slips inside the classroom, leaving Hank standing there will his eyes wide beneath his glasses and his mouth hanging open in shock.

That went well, all things considered.

That night, Charles's mother drinks until she passes out, mentally broadcasting her disappointment in her weak omega son so any telepath within miles can hear. Charles knows - he walks out of the house and keeps walking until her mental voice fades from his mind.

It takes over half an hour before that happens.

Raven calls his cell phone after Sharon passes out, and Charles stops for pizza on the way home. Emma and Raven are waiting for him in the kitchen - Emma paler than usual from shielding Sharon's loud thoughts so completely for such an extended period of time, and Raven literally blue with worry.

She always has difficulty holding other shapes when she is experiencing negative emotion.

They sit on the floor, rather than at the table. Huddled around the pizza, eating right out of the box without plates or napkins or any other niceties, Charles and Emma try to explain to Raven just what happened today. The significance of what happened today.

She is almost certainly an alpha. She doesn't really understand the consequences.

"But... but Charles is ours. We can protect him. He doesn't need Magneto," she says to Emma, her jaw set stubbornly.

Emma sighs, just a little.

"Mr. Lensherr... Mr. Lensherr is an extremely powerful mutant. He imprinted on Charles, truly and strongly... The only thing we can do is delay the inevitable. Omegas can only legally take out a restraining order against their true alpha until they are of age... Then alphas have the legal right to court their omegas... Charles - Charles is probably making the correct decision in letting Mr. Lensherr court him now... Otherwise, Mr. Lensherr's instincts will go into hyper-drive when Charles turns eighteen, after four years of having to supress them," Emma explains, pauses in her speech letting Charles know that Raven is projecting her questions mentally, even though he isn't listening in.

Raven promises Charles that she will be there for him and help protect him. She offers to be his chaperone next year - when Emma is graduated and gone, and Raven is just starting out her high school career. Charles hasn't thought that far ahead yet, but he thanks her for caring.

Raven looks up at him with earnest yellow eyes before hugging him and heading up to bed - leaving Charles alone with Emma.

Emma sighs after a moment.

"I'm going to make sure he doesn't kill Sweeney," she says, clearly exasperated. "Otherwise you would feel all guilty and sad and depressed. The things I do for you, Charles."

Then she follows after Mr. Lensherr, sending one last wave of reassurance at him before she goes. Charles just hugs himself a bit, sitting down on one of the disgusting benches between the rows of lockers and taking a big breath.

"He's my alpha," Charles whispers softly, because he doesn't think it really hit him before. He knew, of course, but it hadn't felt so viscerally real before now.

"He's your alpha," Hank agrees, coming to sit beside him - pressing their sides together in reassurance, but not overcrowding him.

"He's going to protect me," Charles continues. "And right now, he's probably in that gym ready to kill Evan for scaring me, and Emma is possibly the only thing holding him back."

"If Evan's mind isn't full of depraved images of you. Then Emma might just help him," Hank adds with a little smirk.

Charles rolls his eyes, leaning more of his weight against his friend.

"How do I just collect protectors?" he questions softly. "Emma and Raven, you, and now Mr. Lensherr. I can take care of myself, you know. I'm a fairly decent telepath, and I'm only growing stronger."

Hank smiles at him, bumping his shoulder.

"Emma is your older sister - of course she wants to protect you. You protect Raven just as much as she protects you - you're her big brother, and she's obviously an alpha. Who knows what I am? What I do know is that you're my best friend, Charles - and you've been there every time I've needed you. I'm not going to abandon you now that you're going through a rough time and need a little bit more help. Best friends stick with each other," Hank finishes, nodding his head in determination.

Charles just looks at him with wide eyes.

"How is it that you always know what to say?" he asks.

Hank snorts.

"Yeah, you've got the market cornered on that one, my friend. I just read public service pamphlets and try to gather together all the knowledge I can," he mumbles, a bit self-deprecating.

It is Charles's turn to bump shoulders.

"Don't talk yourself down like that," Charles orders with a small frown. "You're brilliant."

Hank blushes a little bit, looking down and scuffing his feet against the floor.

"You think they're almost done out there?" he asks, clearly changing the subject.

Charles decides not to call him on it.

"Probably. The bell's going to ring soon," he responds with a small shrug. "You think the entire school is going to know by next period that Mr. Lensherr is my true alpha?"

"If they don't already," Hank adds, mentally shuddering at the idea of the rumor mill.

Charles knows, heaving himself up onto his feet. Hank looks up at him, a bit put upon. Charles just grabs his hand and pulls him up as well.

"Time for me to face the music, my friend," Charles states, squaring his shoulders. He would feel better if there was a supervillain to fight, he thinks.

Instead, Charles has to face down a rumor mill consisting of 3000 teenagers between the ages of 14 and 17, while keeping his head held high and his countenance unembarrassed.

Likely while Mr. Lensherr watches from the sidelines, scenting threats against Charles the way a shark scents blood in the water.

Charles shudders a little bit, and Hank takes a step closer, knocking their shoulders together in a show of support.

Yeah, Charles is going to need all the support he can get.

Charles and Hank are leaving as the rest of the boys file into the locker room to get changed before the bell. The others all look pale and nervous. Some glance at Charles, just for a second, before looking away. Most pretend as if he is not even there.

Evan is not with them.

"They know," Hank whispers, pulling him into the nearly-empty gym. Only Emma and Mr. Lensherr remain - the other teachers are nowhere to be found.

Charles nods, because that is obvious. He also did not expect Mr. Lensherr to keep the knowledge of their relationship to himself - not after Charles was threatened. Part of him wonders what Mr. Lensherr did to Evan - the rest wants to bury his head in the sand and never find out.

Emma scoffs, turning towards him.

"He's fine. Sweeney simply had a little... accident, when he saw Mr. Lensherr. Do try not to mind the stench," she says, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Mr. Lensherr just growls, obviously a bit irritated.

It smells... it smells like a urinal. Charles scans the ground, and sure enough -

"He literally had an accident?" he asks, a bit confused, staring at the puddle of yellow liquid on the gym floor.

Mr. Lensherr nods, snorting derisively.

"Mr. Sweeney is quite the coward. He pissed himself at the sight of me. I was going to remove his penis with a rusty coin, but Emma convinced me that the humiliation would be quite enough," he spares a moment to glare at her before again focusing on Charles, but she just shrugs it off.

"Thank you," Charles murmurs softly. "I... I don't want any bloodshed on my behalf."

"As I said," Emma states archly, raising her eyebrow at Mr. Lensherr before turning on her heel to exit the gym. "The bell is going to ring in a second, Charles - you might want to start heading to class. It is going to be the last time you can step into the hallway without the entire school knowing."

Then she is out the door, though her mental prescence is still with him.

'I can't leave you all alone with Mr. Lensherr, and only Hank to protect you, can I?' she asks mentally. 'I'm keeping an eye on you for the rest of the day. So do keep your shields at an acceptable level.'

He agrees, fixing them low enough that she can feel his state of emotions but hight enough that she will not read all his thoughts.

"I told them," Mr. Lensherr tells him, eyes gentle as he takes a few steps towards Charles. "I told them what would happen if they touched you - and I told them why."

"I know," Charles answers, swallowing. "I knew that they knew as soon as I saw them. As soon as I felt them."

"Felt them?" Mr. Lensherr asks, his gaze focused.

"Mentally. I'm... I'm a telepath, like Emma. Didn't you know?" Charles questions. "I thought... I thought you knew. That first day - I projected my feelings. And you stopped. I thought..."

"Shh," Mr. Lensherr murmurs softly, stepping forward to pull Charles into a loose embrace - running a hand up and down his hand and another soothingly through his hair. "I suspected, but I wasn't sure whether you had fully manifested yet. You're still so young. Whatever your abilities - you must know that I won't mind, Charles. I will make sure you have everything you need. You're mine."

Charles stiffens in the circle of his teacher's arms, but he doesn't pull away. He can feel Hank, just a few steps away, tense and ready to defend him if necessary.

'I'm fine,' he sends to his friend. 'He won't... He won't hurt me.'

They stand there (Mr. Lensherr content, Charles torn between relaxing into the embrace and running away, and Hank awkward) until the bell rings. Mr. Lensherr takes a deep breath before stepping away from him.

Charles can hear them all thinking - wondering about him and Mr. Lensherr, some of them practically fantasizing. The curiosity, confusion, lust in the room is ridiculous, and Charles just tries to make himself as small as possible.

His teacher is looking at him with concerned eyes, but she doesn't comment. At least not out loud. Mentally, he can hear her: 'Poor boy, so young. So very young. He must be so very scared and confused.'

Scared and confused pretty much sums up Charles's life right now, yes.

The students are beginning to whisper, now - staring at Charles openly. At least until his teacher clears her throat and begins the lesson, staring them all down and trying to get them to focus.

Charles decides to ignore them all and pay attention to his lecture. He pulls his shields up, way up, so he doesn't catch any stray mental whispers - no more fantasies about him and Mr. Lensherr, with Emma occasionally thrown in. Speaking of Emma - he sends her a quick little mental note that he is fortifying his shields, and not to worry - he will call for her if he needs her.

She sends back an acknowledgment, telling him to ignore the rumors.

It is easier said than done, but Charles tries his best. He's pulled his powers back and locked them down, and he feels a bit lonely in his own head, but he cannot stand one more moment of immature teenage thoughts. Charles knows he will be paying for it later - he always gets a raging headache when he shields to heavily - but he doens't care.

He just wants to be alone in his own head for a little bit.

His classes pass far too quickly, and pretty soon Charles is heading towards the lunchroom to pick up something to eat. He hates when he wakes up late, because it means he has to buy his lunch from the cafeteria. At least Friday is pizza day, and while the pizza served here isn't the best, at least it is an easy vegetarian option.

Pizza day is also really popular, though, so Charles will probably have to wait on line for a while. And while Charles doesn't really like to wait on lines, at least it means his time awkwardly negotiating boundaries with Mr. Lensherr will be decreased.

Except, when he turns the corner towards the cafeteria, Mr. Lensherr is standing outside the lunch room with a pizza box in his hands.

"Emma told me that you forgot to pack your lunch today, so I had a pie delivered. Much better than the frozen junk they serve her," Mr. Lensherr says by way of greeting.

Charles nods, going to take the box. It is from his favorite pizzeria. He wonders if Mr. Lensherr asked Emma which one Charles favored.

Probably.

"Ah, it is a bit hot," Mr. Lensherr warns, pulling it back from him. "I can carry it back to the room."

He turns his body in the direction they need to walk, and then waits for Charles to start moving before following him - just to his left and half a step behind.

Charles feels almost like he has a silent bodyguard.

A silent bodyguard who brings him food.

If said silent bodyguard who brings him food didn't also want to have sex with him, life would probably be pretty good.

The desks are already set up when Charles and Mr. Lensherr arrive, and Emma and Hank are talking quietly. Hank is nodding and typing frantically in response to everything Emma says.

Charles only catches the tail end of the conversation, and it has something to do with "right to defend", and Charles really doesn't want to know.

Charles settles in to the middle desk, and Mr. Lensherr levitates over a metal plate, two slices sitting on top. Mr. Lensherr gruffly offers a slice to Emma and Hank, but they both refuse.

Mr. Lensherr looks oddly pleased at their refusal, and Charles wonders if it has something to do with alpha instincts, or if Mr. Lensherr just doesn't like to share food.

Charles really has to swallow his embarrassment and start reading those pamphlets.

"We needs to discuss whether the courting stage with be monogamous," Emma opens with, and Charles is glad he already swallowed his first bite, because otherwise he is sure he would have choked.

Mr. Lensherr's expression is stubborn.

"There's nothing to discuss. Monogamy is non-negotiable," he replies.

After that, they try to finish up negotiations: little things, like whether Mr. Lensherr can walk him between classes (yes to French on the days they spend in the library together, and to history when they have lunch together, no unless Mr. Lensherr really feels the need), what constitutes embarrassing verbal claiming (everything, but Charles concedes a lot with this one...), and what falls into the category of acceptable gifts (yes always to food, no to cars/trips to exotic locals/torturing of past bullies).

Then Hank mentions heat.

"Hank!" Charles hisses, flushing bright red and sinking down in his seat.

"Most omegas have their first heat between 18 and 23," Hank replies. "A trusted, older alpha usually guides them through, often a few years older. Few omegas find their true alphas by their first heat. However, I recently read a preliminary paper that hypothesized omegas who meet their true alphas in adolescence tend to have earlier first heats, in some cases unusually so. Approximately 83 percent of young, true-mated omegas have their first heats before the age of 20, and of those 14 percent before the age of 18."

Charles shudders at the thought.

"That's... that's too early," he says. "Before... before 18? But I thought..."

"It is extremely rare in omegas who do not find their true alphas before the age of 16," Hank responds. "But... well, you're fourteen, and here we are. We have to take the possibility into account."

Charles swallows. The thought of that loss of control - and the subsequent consequences.

"I'm not getting pregnant before I finish college," he says firmly, looking at Mr. Lensherr. "If I happen to go into heat before then, I'm using birth control."

Mr. Lensherr looks back at him, expression even.

"That is understandable," he replies. "And after you graduate college? Do you want children?"

Charles only has to think for a second about his response.

"Maybe someday," he allows. "But we can talk about it after I graduate college. It's not like you're going to leave me if our views on children don't coincide, is it?"

He says the last bit sarcastically.

"No, I'm never going to leave you," Mr. Lensherr agrees. "I'm willing to wait until you're ready."

"If I'm never ready?" Charles asks seriously.

"Charles - I never thought I would find my true omega. At this point, everything else is just extra," his alpha tells him, gaze intent.

Charles nods, relaxing a little bit.

"But what if you go into heat at 16 or 17, Charles? It has happened before, though it is more common in female omegas. Principal Summers said..." Hank interrupts.

"We'll deal with it if and when it comes," Emma cuts him off. "Stop talking about it. Charles doesn't want to think about it yet, and he has time."

Mr. Lensherr nods in agreement.

Um, I was wondering would it maybe, possibly be OK with OP, and Author, if anon could take a stab at the prompt?

I don't want to step on any toes here, so by all means tell me no. Though I'll warn that my fill may not be as fabulous and wonderfully detailed as the one above, but my mind is itching to try. :D

I must admit, I'm also itching to try this. I would probably take a few liberties with the prompt since it's being so perfectly awesomely filled by our first author-anon, but hopefully it would be acceptable! (Mostly I was thinking of setting it in college since in canon Charles graduates college at 16). Hopefully prompt!OP and author!anon would find this acceptable.

I thought I would make a root post so that it's easier to separate the fills out, so this is my fill's root post!

I hope I can do justice to this lovely prompt and follow the truly wonderful 'Caution - Do Not Run in Hallways' (thanks to First!Author Anon for the welcome) that is in progress above. Various alpha/omega dynamic information has been poached from across the meme. Side note: Is there some sort of quintessential alpha/omega fic? Because it seems like everyone does it differently. This isn't exactly something you can just google! Warnings are obvious but will be reiterated in headings: underage - although it will mostly be underage perving not underage sex. dubcon - mostly as it relates to the sort of dubious nature of any consent of an older/younger pair, a teacher/student pair or anything where something like soulbonding happens. threat/discussion of noncon - there will be some growly Erik who wants to leave his mark on Charles so to speak (no actual non-con), and some (hopefully light) implications that noncon sometimes happens between alpha/omega pairs.

Charles is attending Harvard for the fic, and is currently aged 14. Emma is 19 and also attending Harvard. Tony Stark is attending MIT and is similarly 14. We've got a Tony Stark here, because boy went to MIT, graduated at 16, is from Long Island, and his dad was all Manhattan Project and stuff, the idea that he wouldn't know Brian Xavier is silly. Also I like him! Powers AU, Modern AU. I think Prompt!OP really wanted some serious Emma+Charles dynamics, though, so that is what takes center stage. Since this takes place at college, rather than high school, and we have sister-Emma, Raven will not be appearing as Charles' sister. The tone of Charles' narration is slightly humorous and will be a bit more slice of life than C-DNRiH. Erik's perspective will/may make an appearance from time to time and will be less humorous and light and will be warned for in headings.

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Did both fills die....?.....NOOOOO!! They were both so wonderful and well written, this is terrible...terrible!!

OK. I don't know where the author's have gone for both fills. It's both sad and frustrating.

So in my attempt to pass time by, and console my broken heart, does anyone mind another fill?

alright folks, i guess you guys are ok with another fill. um, bear in mind, mine won't be filled with as much detail and maybe even not as serious. you'll probably find it slightly cracky. maybe.

there'll be something up in a few days and i guess i'll need to post it in the overflow post. :D nice to know i wasn't the only one desperately waiting for an update. :DD

So, I have begun something that was, I guess, inspired by this prompt. I say inspired because it deviates from a lot of the specifics and has kind of become its own little world. Because it's not a perfect fill, and because the formatting gets too damn complicated, I'm posting a link here rather than the full text.

The first two chapters are posted, but believe me, I have written more. Too much more. However, I'm not yet satisfied with the transition to chapter three, so it may be a day or two before I add to it again.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/400308

A/N: I'm so, so, so sorry to have left this story for so long. I'm split with Sherlock BBC fandom now, and I'm graduating (college) in a month, so I really haven't devoted enough time to XMFC fandom. This story is not abandoned! Thanks to anyone who is still watching/reading this fic - and again, I'm sorry for the wait! Also, un-anoning to give myself the extra motivation.
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Emma is on her laptop at the kitchen table when Hank and Charles walk in. She looks up, a knowing expression on her face.

"Mr. Lensherr gave you a ride home," she says, rather than asks. Charles knows she probably felt the alpha's mind when he pulled into the driveway - maybe before, depending on how high she is maintaining her shields.

"His car was magenta," Hank tells her, as if he can't believe such a color car exists. Maybe he got a custom paint job? "Also, he wants to drive Charles home every afternoon after band."

Emma sighs, closing her laptop.

"Of course he does. If you think he's letting you get on that late bus, Charles, you obviously have not been reading his mind at all," she says frankly.

"I haven't," Charles replies. "Not really. I… I don't really want to know what he's thinking, most of the time. Strong feelings and thoughts get through, but…"

"I understand," his sister tells him. "So I'll tell you - if you try to get on that late bus, Mr. Lensherr will be trailing it with his car the entire way."

Charles flops down at the table, tossing his backpack to the side. Hank sits down next to him, his movements more sedate.

"So basically, Charles cannot avoid being embarrassed in front of his peers. Either Mr. Lensherr follows the late bus or Charles has to ride in a bright purple car," Hank states, a bit of a playful grin tugging at his lips.

"Either Mr. Lensherr follows the late bus or we have to ride in a bright purple car," Charles corrects. "Also, it's magenta, not purple."

"Yes, because magenta is a much more regal color than purple," Hank agrees, his grin widening.

"So what do you think about the whole thing?" Charles asks his sister.

"Honestly, I think you should just let him give you a ride home - as long as Hank is with you. As Hank said, you are going to be uncomfortable either way, late bus or car. This way, you get to avoid all the trouble-makers getting out of detention, and Mr. Lensherr doesn't go half-insane worrying about you," Emma tells him.

She is being reasonable and logical. Charles sometimes hates when Emma is reasonable and logical - especially when he wants to throw a tantrum.

"Of course I'll be with him," Hank says. "I wouldn't let him get into Mr. Lensherr's car by himself. Also, I would never go on the late bus by myself. I would walk home first."

"You live 5 miles from the school," Charles points out.

"Still, I would rather walk than be by myself on that bus," his friend replies. "I'm a freshman, a mutant, a nerd, and in band."

Charles understands his point.

"So tomorrow's Tuesday - Mr. Lensherr will be with us in the library first period. Should I tell him he can drive us home? But what is he going to do every day - drive back to the school once band is over? That doesn't seem very fair," Charles ponders.

"Oh, Charles," Emma sighs. "I know Mr. Lensherr said he wouldn't watch your marching band practice, but there is no way he will go home while you are on that field. The days he's not watching, he is going to be stalking the parking lot and learning to identify your clarinet by its metal, I'm sure. It would be more than fair to let him drive you home. In fact, it will be a kindness. Learn to pick your battles - let Mr. Lensherr act on his alpha instincts when they are mostly harmless. Now, go do your homework."

Charles smiles at hearing what he privately call's Emma's Mom voice. It's her normal 'I'm right, so listen to me and do as I say' voice, plus something extra he can't quite define.

"Let's go," he tells Hank, picking his backpack and clarinet case up and heading towards the stairs. Hank follows without protest.