KrystalMoonshine
Charles gives you the quiet so your head doesn't cave in. I give you the fire so your blood doesn't turn cold.
In 1962, Krystal Moonshine wanted two things: a steady paycheck and to be left entirely alone.
She didn't ask to wake up in the twentieth century with an unaging body, primordial roots living beneath her skin, or a mind like solid granite that drops the world's most powerful telepath into absolute, miraculous silence.
She certainly didn't ask to get caught between two men destined to tear the world apart.
Across fifty years of fractured timelines, political bloodshed, and secret wars, survival has a price.
Sparing Charles Xavier's spine meant taking the bullet herself.
Saving Erik Lehnsherr from an upstate grave meant hiding his daughter in a Queens walk-up with a scarred Marine holding the door.
And when time finally settles, peace doesn't look like a white picket fence-it looks like two rings on one knuckle, an uncut emerald beside meteoric iron, and an unspoken accord forged across oceans:
Quiet in New York. Fire in Hammer Bay.
[X-Men Canon-Divergent | Polyamorous Accord / Charles x OC x Erik | Slow-Burn, Grumpy/Deadpan, Multi-Decade Fix-ItJ