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Aura (Charles Xavier) by andlovesaidno92
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For Audrey Brooks it was all about revenge. Ending the man who ended your dreams and made your life hell. So when the opportunity presented itself in a man who had powers similar to your own you jumped at the chance. But what happens when you meet someone with powers exactly like yours and tried to teach you that there's a better way? Will you stay on the path of revenge or find a way to let go of the rage and find the peace that's eluded you for so long? *set during First Class*
Explosive Thoughts | Charles Xavier [1] ✔︎ by sparksofsage
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"For the record, I like the bookworm better." "You'd be the first." [X-Men] [Charles Xavier x OC] [First Class - Days of Future Past]
Fatal Attractions [Charles Xavier | Book One] by KyloRegret
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Book One of the Fatal Attractions Saga: In the year 1962, Kat Hazel is found in Chicago by Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr. As part of their group of collected mutants to bring down Sebastian Shaw, she must learn and train with the others under the supervision Charles - the first man to treat her like she was worth something. [I own nothing but the idea for my OC. I make no profit.]
1962 - charles xavier by oatmilkqueer
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The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."