Pearlo tagged this “Charlesable” and I am all for it, and I would like someone to explain how Charles ended up with this crazy hair.
(Hi Ces! I had a brainwave. It might not be a pretty one. But here it is, my best shot.)
ninemoons42 writes: gorgeous machine
"Late again, late again," Erik mutters to himself as he alternates between staring irately at his watch and glancing askance at the restive group of students sprawled out on the lawn and looking at the road ahead of him. "What the hell is he thinking, late on a day like this?"
And normally Erik wouldn’t be bothered by the man he co-teaches this particular class with - but there’s actually an appointment to get to today and the students will never forgive them if they don’t get the full day out at Stark Industries -
(Not that Tony Stark cared about people being late - if he was in his workshop before three-thirty in the afternoon that was often counted as a win - but Pepper Potts and Maria Hill and Melinda May, well, they lived and died on keeping to a schedule, and Erik understood that fairly well.)
"Hey, do you hear that?" Armando asks, and next to him Angel cocks her head and frowns and -
And yeah, Erik can hear that sound too.
The unmistakable roar of a motorcycle engine.
And Erik knows he’s staring, together with the rest of the class behind him (the moment when they fall silent hits almost as hard as a thunderclap), when a gorgeous black motorbike booms down the road, heading straight for them -
Charles Xavier executes a perfectly drifted left turn and stops and yanks off his helmet.
Erik nearly dies on the spot.
Charles’s hair is a mess, charitably speaking, all tousled peaks and spikes, and he’s wearing a leather jacket over his usual crooked collar and half-buttoned waistcoat, and he’s red in the face with exhilaration and adrenaline rush and Erik wishes very, very hard that Charles takes that damn motorbike on this class trip.
It’ll be more than worth the distraction (and the blood rushing to other parts of Erik’s anatomy).