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The year was 1962, and a British young man just started to form a team of extraordinary people with genetic mutations to defeat an evil group of people with genetic mutations. He called them the X-Men.

He had taken them to train themselves in his mansion, in Westcheste, New York. Because of course the British guy has a mansion. That's when the first morning of the team having been assembled took us to this story.

"Oh, hi Moira", Charles had greeted when he walked into his kitchen, noticing the CIA gent Moira MacTaggert already up and making some coffee for everyone. He took a mug, and smiled as the woman poured some for him. "Ah, that smells delicious darling, thank you so much."

Moira nodded, looking away to hide her slightly flustered cheeks. She didn't want to show it, specially not in front of Charles, but she kinda had a thing for Xavier. Whether it was the accent, the endearments, the kindness, or his looks; she wasn't so sure what exactly triggered this affection, but she couldn't exactly deny it either. I mean, have you seen James McAvoy?!

But then again, did she even have a chance with that man? And as Charles walked out, probably heading to his office, Raven walked in. She immediately chuckled at the sight of Moira, grabbing and apple and taking a bite. "Babe, you already?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Just.. y'know..." Moira shrugged. She definitely had it covered.

"You do know Charlie's.. a bit too much of a 'happy' one, right?" She said, unmistakable air quotes being used in a bit of an exaggerated way. In Moira's mind, Charles was definitely cheerful indeed, yes.

"Yes. He's.. quite charming indeed, I guess", she nodded, gaining another chuckle.

"You have a crush on Charles!"

Moira looked at Raven with even redder cheeks, very surprised by the blown up cover. "Can you shush?! And how do you even know that?"

"Girl, you're redder than this apple when that guy's around", the other lady laughed, taking another bite of the fruit. That was a very red apple.

Moira wasn't so obvious. Was she? If Raven could read her so easily, did it mean the others could too? What about Charles? And then she remembered, for her own unfortunate sake, Charles can read her mind.

"... Fuck..."

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Charles was making lunch that very same day, taking a taste of the tomato sauce for the pasta as Moira walked in.

"Ah, agent MacTaggert! May I ask for a favour please?" He smiled as he held the spoon for the woman, who nodded and tasted the sauce as well.

"It's good. Maybe just a bit more salt", Moira recommended as she sat at the kitchen table.Her mind was still distracted on the conversation she had with Raven earlier in the morning, and couldn't help but study Xavier for any signs that he might know about the way her heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, Charles just hummed along to the music playing on the records player. Elton John, nice choice. He didn't seem to have his mind on nothing else but the food, checking on the spaghetti almost constantly to make sure it wouldn't burn - if that was even possible.

He was a dream of a man. Handsome, humourous, sweet, kind, smart, and a cook. Moira could practically plan their wedding already, if she ever decided to confess her feelings to Charles.

"... So", she started, catching herself off guard for the way her words slipped out of her own mouth without any permission. "What're you up to, professor?"

"Making lunch", Charles chuckled. "Alex made the special request of Bolognese for today... Well, not out loud, but.."

"He thought about it. Got it."

Charles nodded, gifting a smile at her before returning to the food. Oh well, fuck off.

"Nothing to talk about, then? No... No secrets to tell? No advices needed?" She asked. That was the lamest way to find out if a man was taken, she would probably end up giving the wrong impressions to him.

"I could use and advice, actually. What do you think about I add some garlic to the-?"

"I'm talking about if you have a girlfriend, Charles. Relationship advices."

"Oh..." Charles looked back at Moira. He suddenly looked slightly uncomfortable. Did he know? "Uh, well.. no one, really. I'm not..." He trailed off. Not straight.

There was a chance.

Moira stood up and walked over to the counter, to help with the garlic as she stood right next to Charles and tried to figure out the best way to say it.

"And.. what if I wanted to change that?" She spoke quietly, almost an anxious murmur. "What if I had.. feelings..?"

"Oh..." Charles paused again. He was definitely a bit more awkward now, that's for sure. He thought for a second of that, of what that would imply and what could happen if he rejected her. "Well... Then, I have to say Moira, that I..." He paused again.

You have to understand the man; it was the 60's, if he said what he actually wanted to say, he risked a lot. His own life, even.

"I'm... Flattered. But I don't know if I would be interested in you in such a way", he explained. "Not because it's you, but because I'm.. interested in a different type of person."

Very nice. Good dodge. He did good.

"... Oh.." Moira paused. She felt embarrassed. "I see. Well, that was just a hypothetical, of course, I don't have feelings for you. Just.. bye."

And with that, she stormed off the kitchen. Moira wondered if there was something about her that gave the wrong impression to Charles, or if he rejected her for a true disinterest from him. Or was there something else she was missing?

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In the afternoon, the team had settled to have a small picnic on the yard as they observed Charles (trying to) teach Erik the extent of his power over metals.

Moira had told Raven about this morning, and she told Hank. Which eventually led to their current conversation.

"See that?! Girl, he's holding his hand!" Hank insisted, pointing at the two men far away.

"He's teaching him how to use his powers with more control, that hardly passes as queer", Moira insisted.

Yes. Raven's logic was that Charles was gay. Hank's logic was that Xavier and Lehnsherr were probably already married in secret and planning on adopting them as their children. Did that made sense though?

"Moira, he went with us shopping. Willingly", Raven argumentet again. 

"He's interested in fashion."

"He greets people with a kiss on both cheeks."

"He is European."

"He hasn't stopped touching Erik's chest and biceps in an hour", Hank added. Okay, that would was pretty gay.

"Erik is a handsome man, with a good built. Of course it's hard to resist a touch or two."

"He has far too many magazines of men underwear in his room. Trust me honey, I had the misfortune to see them", Mistyque pointed out once again.

And the conversation went on and on. They would point out actions that appeared queer; Moira would find the logical heterosexuality of it. They'd call out on Charles' music taste; Moira would say it was just a good music taste and that Elton John isn't just for the homosexuals. They would remember the difference of Charles' treatment with Erik and the rest of the team; Moira just called it "preference for a closer friendship". 

The woman was oblivious to the walking rainbow full of glitter of a man that Charles Xavier was.

That's until Alex joined them, smiling as he sat down on the grass right next to Hank — speaking of homosexuals. 

"What're you guys talking about?" Summers asked.

"Moira doesn't know Charles is gay", Raven said.

"He's not gay!" 

"Moira, darling, my room is right next to his. I know what name he calls for at night when he's-"

"I don't wanna know what my brother does at night!" Raven shut him up. And to be fair, most of them agreed. 

"The point is.. Erik is very close with him."

"He's not! They're just best friends", Moira insisted, as always. 

"They're holding hands, Moira."

"Teaching sometimes requires physical contact."

"Doesn't mean they have to fucking make out", Raven gagged as she called out for the two men. "Dudes! Get a room, I don't wanna see how you making my nephews!"

Alex just chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up. This got a bit of a groan from Hank, but smiled again as his hair was played with very softly by the blond. "I got an idea."

"What?"

"Hey Chucky! Can you come here for a moment?" Summers called. And in just a moment, Charles was right in front of them, raising a brow curiously about what could possibly be needed of him.

"Yes?"

"So, I heard you rejected Moira. Why is that? You have a girl already?"

Charles froze, looking between them all with a slight flush on his cheeks as he thought for a second. "Uh... I suppose I do, yes." 

"What's her name?"

Oh, Alex was playing mind games now.

"Erm. It's, uh.. Erik-... -a... Erika." 

"Erika? Cute name. How long have you been together?"

"About.. two weeks now, maybe?"

"Two weeks, huh? And.. sorry, professor, what's your full name again?"

"Charles Francis Xavier."

"And what's Erika's last name?"

".. Le Aimant." 

"And who's your actual boyfriend?"

"Erik... I mean-"

Alex laughed, and Charles just turned as red as the apples they were having on their picnic. Moira, meanwhile, was more confused with each passing second. How had she not noticed? That man's favourite colour was the shade of Erik's eyes! And I'm quoting his exact words!

Moira had spent that entire picnic convinced that Charles' interests and details were just a cause of his European heritage, and she had been determined to prove that the man was anything but a queer. Yet, it seemed like Xavier was both gay and European... Which started to make sense, now that she thought about it.

Although, right now they should be a bit more concerned about Alex's ability to trick people's mind-