katikat | Fic rec: X-Men: First Class

When Erik first hears of the mutant cripple, he scoffs. It’s just like Charles to take somebody like that under his wing, to teach them to be proud of what they are and what they can and cannot do. Perhaps it’s a genetic flaw. Mutant and proud, Charles would say. His voice is clear in Erik’s memory, even though it’s been weeks. He hasn’t taken the helmet off any longer than purely necessary; first because he didn’t want Charles in his mind, but now he’s reluctant because it’s been so long. He doesn’t want to hear Charles in his head, he doesn’t want to let his resolve waver.

Oi, fics that adhere to canon hurts, you know? Seriously, I want to send these two to a marriage counselor and order them to TALK IT OUT, for Christ's sake, because if there ever were two people destined to be together, it's them *head/desk*