"𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚑!" -Jim Moriarty.
(Book One)
In which, a Russian immigrant joins the CIA's new mutant division: Division X.
(warning, this sucks).
(Erik Lehnsherr x fem!oc)
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Awkwardly, I sat next to Charles and Erik in a strip club. To find mutants. This dark skinned woman approached us and Erik handed her a few bucks.
"For that, daddy-o, you get a private dance" the woman said in a flirtatious tone.
I took too many cells to stop me from rolling my eyes.
Small time skip.
Erik, Charles and I sat on a red, velvet bed as we clinked our glasses. My 5'3 self squashed between Charles and Erik.
"You cats know it's triple, for the three of you, right?" the woman stated, standing her ground away from the bed
"Hmm. No, that won't be necessary, although I'm sure it'd be magical..." Charles replied.
"We were thinking more, we'll show you ours... ...if you show us yours." Erik added.
"Baby, that is not the way it works around here." the woman stated.
Erik snapped his fingers and the champagne bucket floated up towards him.
"More tea, Svetka and Vicar?" Erik offered
"Don't mind if I do." I responded, sticking my glass out, as did Charles and we each got poured a little champagne.
"My turn" the woman said.
She unhooked the back of her top, to reveal beautiful wings, which were once tattooed onto her arms. The woman, who's stage name was Angel Salvadore, fluttered her wings gracefully as she floated above the ground a few inches as we looked at her in amazement.
"How would you like a job where you keep your clothes on?" Charles asked.
