Imprisoned ˚ C. Xavier [1.5]
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  • Reads 8,837
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 21m
Complete, First published Jan 09, 2016
Mature
[DISCONTINUED, NO LONGER UPDATING]

Prequel to I Found You

 This is a few short stories revolving around Beth and Erik and is a prequel in between First Class and Days of Future Past :) please read the first two stories before reading this!! 

Ps, the stories are in no particular order!
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