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Another Wesley/Charles askfic masterpost

For everyone that liked or asked for it on the request post.

Papercutperfect’s fic, the one where Charles is a kindergarten teacher and Wesley enjoys crashing Charles’s classes

"God damn." 

Charles frowned disapprovingly at Wesley, hands on his hips. “Don’t say god damn, there are children present.” 

The children mentioned giggled amongst themselves. 

Wesley grinned. “Well shit, oh goddamn I said shit. Shit I said it again.” Wesley reckoned that Charles lost a strand of hair each time he swore in front of the children. “Have I said fuck yet?” 

And there it was, the I’m going to throw your arse out the window look. Wesley loved that look. He firmly believed that Charles didn’t get angry enough, it wasn’t healthy. 

"Wesley out. Now." 

Wesley continued to grin, not moving. 


He stomped at the urge to cackle in absolute delight. 

"Wesley if you don’t leave this instant I swear I’ll —" Charles stopped midway, Wesley could see he only just remembered that there were children present, and composed himself. "I’ll deal with you when I get home now leave." 

Wesley blew Charles a kiss, then left (absolutely pleased by the children’s pleas). Once outside Wesley laughed, and laughed. He didn’t stop until he was home and snuggled up in Charles’s favourite sweater and curled up on the couch. Tonight was going to be fun. Sex was always better when Charles was mad.

artie-redwood’s one where Charles and Wesley are cats in love

Charles was a proud cat. He was very smart (he always caught the mice, never killed them. He was nice like that.) and he loved his human, Erik. Erik took care of him. Always gave him tuna whenever he asked. He was proud and he loved his life. But what he loved most in the whole world was his twin brother, Wesley. 

They were separated a month or two after their birth. Some Fox lady had taken him. Charles had cried and cried when Wesley was taken. He had stopped eating. Stopped doing anything. Life wasn’t worth living if he couldn’t be with his brother. 

It wasn’t until Erik came into the pet store and had demanded to have even though Mr Shaw had said he was weak, frail, wouldn’t last the year. But Erik hadn’t cared for Mr Shaw’s excuse, he had wanted him. So Mr Shaw did just that and it had been the best thing to happen to Charles. Why? Well the Fox lady was living in Erik’s apartment building and she had been complaining that her newly acquired kitten wouldn’t do anything. Erik had listened, understanding that Fox couldn’t afford two kittens, so Erik had taken it upon himself to get Charles. Charles loved him for it everyday. Wesley was the most important cat in the world to him. Wesley had been ecstatic upon seeing his little brother. The two were inseparable ever since. Erik had even installed a latch to the window so that Charles could get out whenever he wanted to visit Wesley. 

He’s life was truly grand.

Lunac7’s one where Wesley is Wesley and Charles still a mutant but they are blocking his telepathy.

"Where is he?" Wesley tightens his grip on Sloan’s throat. "Give him back. Give him the fuck back." 

Sloan laughs — chokes when Wesley squeezes — his grin is twisted. Wesley wants to kill him, but he won’t. He has to find Charles. Has to. Charles was the only good thing he had left. 

"Go ahead. Give into your urges Wesley. You know you want to. Kill me." 

Wesley lets out a snarl. “Where is Charles?! Where is my brother!” 

Solan doesn’t even fucking blink. So Wesley punches him, feeling good by doing something. He punches Solan over and over. He just wants Charles back. Charles shouldn’t suffer for his mistakes. 

"Just give me my brother. Give him back to me." 

Solan is laughing, and Wesley can’t take it anymore, he falls to his knees, clinging to Solan’s shirt. “Please. Fucking, please give me my Charles back, please.” 

It kills Wesley’s pride but Charles worth more than anything in the world, the universe. He loves Charles too much. Solan smiles showing all his teeth. 

"The Repairman has him." 


Not him. 

Not to Charles. Not his Charles. 

"You should have done what you were told Wesley. None of this would have happened." Wesley slits Solan’s throat. 

He was going to kill them all.

PJ’s one where Charles and Wesley are female and they run a cupcake store.

"Get up." 

Wes grumbles into her pillow, hugging it tight. “Fuck off.” 

Charlotte’s laugh is pretty, but Wes didn’t need this, it was too fucking early. 

"Come on grumpy bum. We have cupcakes to bake!" 

Wes hugs her pillow even tighter. Fuck the cupcakes. Fuck the clients. She wants to sleep. “mmrrph.” Charlotte’s poking her side now, bitch. 


She bolts up, tackling Charlotte so that they nearly topple over the edge of the bed. Wes presses her lips against Charlotte, cupping Charlotte’s face with her hands. 


Charlotte laughs, pulling away. “No one’s here love.” 

Wes presses a kiss to Charlotte’s forehead “Doesn’t matter. We agreed a gazillion years ago to never speak of that name. We even wrote it down on stone. It’s set in stone Charlotte.” Wes speaks in a stage whisper. “Set in stone!”  

Charlotte laughs, pressing their foreheads together. “Alright, alright now get dressed. We have a busy day today.” 

Wes grumbles, linking their hands together. “Who have we got today?” 

Charlotte lifts their linked hands and presses a kiss to them. “Sebastian’s and Emma’s baby shower, Azazel’s paintball tournament.” 

Wes grins at the mention of paintball. Charlotte looks amused. 

"You reckon he’ll let me play when we deliver it?" Charlotte pushes Wes off her and off the bed. "I’m sure he will. You are excellent with a paintball gun. Now get dressed." 

Wes does and later she is the last person standing having gunned down all the competition. 

Even Azazel. 

kakabestplayer’s one where Wesley writes children’s books and Charles is not impressed

Wesley was quite proud of his seventh released children’s book ‘Go to sleep or the loom will get you!’ it was part of the ‘Loom Collection’. 

Other titles include; ‘Do your chores or the loom will get you.’, ‘Sharing is caring, the loom is not’ and ‘Bullying is bad. The loom will help you.’ 

Parents love him. Children adore him. Charles was not impressed with him. 

"Why aren’t you happy for me?" 

Charles sighs, in that suffering way of his “I’m happy for you but honestly Wesley how are children suppose to learn from them? The loom isn’t even real.” 

Wesley scoffs, crossing his arms. “Like Batman and a dozen million other childhood heroes.” 

Charles bits at his lip, Wesley can tell he’s taking careful consideration of what to say next. “You could do so much more.” 

"I’m teaching young children on what’s right and what’s wrong. Sometimes better than their fucking parents." 

It is at that moment Charles’s eyes light up, realisation hitting him. “Oh.” 

Then Charles begins to laugh. “I never - we really are similar aren’t we?” 

Wesley smiles, taking hold of Charles’s hand. “Yeah we are Prof.”

thiscontrolismine’s one where are hunters in the Supernatural universe. Charles is blind and one of the children chosen by Azazel.

"Charles swing!" 

Charles swings the iron crowbar. The ghost disappears. 

"Fuck." Charles laughs, a broken laugh and buries his face into his hands, letting the crowbar drop to the fall with a clatter. 

Wesley pauses in his movements before stumbling over to Charles. He is quick when pressing a kiss to the top of Charles’s head and pulling him into a one-armed hug. “Hey, it’ll be okay. You’ll see.” 

Charles laughs again, this time it sounds bitter, and pulls his hands away from his face. 

"I can’t see Wesley. How can I fight supernatural beings when I can’t see them." 

Wesley opens his mouth, then closes it, holding on tighter to Charles. 

"You’ve got me." 

Charles shrugs, dismissive. He won’t lie, that stings. 

"You won’t always be around." 

He wants to say bullshit but he can’t. 

"Well you’ve got your freaky mojo." 

Charles scoffs. “It doesn’t work on half the things we encounter.” 

Wesley sighs. “Well we’ll just have to do our best. Heighten your senses or something.” 

Wesley links their right hands together and squeezes tight. “I’m not going to let you die Charlie.” 

That’s a promise.

tsukikuchiki’s one where Erik is Wesley and Charles’s bodyguard

"Fuck off. Let me go. Charles help me!" Wesley hits Erik’s back harder and squirms, in attempt to escape. Charles just stands there and watches as Erik carries him into their room.

Erik isn’t even flinching. Fucking robot. 


Charles pinches the bridge of his nose. “Wesley, love, when are you going to learn? You only have yourself to blame.” 

"Oh fuck you." 

"Oh you will." 

Wesley splutters. Erik dumps him onto Charles bed, his bed covered in textbooks and other things, like knives. 

"Didn’t think you could go that red Mr Wesley." 

Wesley snarls, “Fuck you.” 

Erik laughs, turning towards Charles “I believe that’s your job?” 

Wesley splutters once more, hiding his face in his hands while Charles laughs. 

"It is. Thank-you for your help Erik."

jimmiejive’s one where Charles doesn’t want anyone but Wesley.

"He’s nice looking, smart too. You should ask him to dance." 

Charles frowns at Wesley, taking a swig of beer. “No.” 

"Oh come on Charles. Look at those cheekbones. That curly black hair. He’s totally your type." 

Charles snorts at that. “Sherlock Holmes is not my type and I’m pretty sure he’s taken.” He subtlety points out the two men staying close to Sherlock. Wesley waves his hand dismissively. 

"Fuck ‘em, you’re better than them anyway. Just give it a go." 

Charles shakes his head, cradling his drink closer. “For the final time Wesley. No.” 

Wesley throws his hands up in the air, looking irritated. “Why the fuck not Charles! You deserve to be with someone that loves you!” 

Charles laughs, or was it a sob? He can’t tell. “I love you! I don’t want anyone else! I WANT YOU.” 

Wesley doesn’t say anything. People are starting to look now. “I want you too Charles, I do, but we can’t. We really can’t.” 

Charles drowns the rest of his drink, slamming it onto the table. “Why should it matter what other people think? They should just fuck off and leave us alone.” 

One of the bouncers is approaching them, Wesley holds his breath. Charles turned violent when he drank. Much like their mother. 

"Charles you know we can’t. You know I’m —" 

"Excuse me, sir I’m going to have to ask you to leave." 

Charles stares the bouncer down, looking as mad as the bouncer believed him to be. Wesley tries again for Charles to see the truth. And some times the truth hurts. 

"You can’t be with a ghost Charles. No matter how much you want to." 

It hurts seeing Charles break down at those words but at least — maybe — Charles could finally move on. 

seitou’s one where Charles and Wesley go to Hogwarts with the golden trio.

"Why do we have to go to this stupid thing?" 

Charles sighs. “Because Umbridge is useless.” 

Wesley grins. “I love it when you insult teachers.” 

Charles scoffs, looking highly offended. “Umbridge is not a teacher she is a tyrant. So if we are going to learn anything we are going to these DA meetings.” 

Wesley stamps his feet, pouting. “But Potter is a fucking idiot. Why don’t you teach it instead.” 

Charles is torn between telling Wesley off and feeling flattered. “It’s the first real meeting and we’ve already signed up so we have to go.” 

Wesley lets out a huff. “Only signed up because you want me to learn things, and your damn puppy eyes look. And the whole spending time together is cut short. Me being in Slytherin and you being a Hufflepuff.” 

Charles laughs, pulling Wesley close to his side. “If you’re worried about them kicking you out I’ll give them an earful about house equality.” 

Wesley rolls his eyes “The only thing I’m worried ‘bout is Potter blowing me up.” 

Charles laughs again. “Harry isn’t that bad.” 

"Yeah but everyone loves you." 

Charles looks around quickly before stealing a kiss. 

"Yeah well I love you, and only you."

Nie’s one where Wesley has a tumblr. And shows his famous brother Charles.

"Hey Charles come look at this thing on Tumblr!" 

Charles looks up from his book, and at Wesley who is curled up on the couch opposite him, laptop balancing on the armrest. Charles stands and walks over, hovering over Wesley’s shoulder. 

"How do they know?!" 

Wesley laughs, and Charles wants to deck him one.

"This isn’t funny Wesley!" 

Wesley rolls his eyes and pulls Charles down for a kiss. Charles pulls away, pouting. 

"They don’t know Charles. They’re only guessing. Pretty damn good guesses too." 

Charles frowns. “You better not be telling them Wesley or so help —” 

"Don’t worry, they don’t know I’m on here. I’m posing as one of the haters." Charles looks confused so he continues "You know? Ahhh that’s so wrong! They’re brothers! What if Charles saw this! You should all be ashamed of yourselves! That sorta thing." 

Charles frowns disapprovingly. “You shouldn’t be so nasty.” 

Wesley laughs. “Would you rather I tell them the truth?” 

Charles opens his mouth and closes it. “No. Wait is that me in Paris?! No one was suppose to see those!” 

Wesley grins, pulling Charles down for another kiss.

Months later, when Charles has a press conference for some award show Wesley nearly dies of shock. 

"We have sex every morning." 

Oh tumblr was going to have a field day.