Wesley - Glued to Charles’ side and spends all his time glaring daggers (and occasionally throwing them) at Erik.
Nicholas - Tries to sleep with Erik. And Raven. And Alex. And Moira. And anything else that walks into the house with a pulse.
Johnny - Never stays long, Charles finds expensive…
Yes but I’m curious to hear what you think the age order is.
This is how it all goes down in my head. Max is oldest. Followed by Charles who is only a few minutes older than his twin Wesley. Then comes Joe who doesn’t keep a very good eye on the next two younger brothers who are the twins Nicholas and Johnny (thats why they get into so much mischief). Then comes Martin who’s a bit of an outsider - nobody really has time for him and put much more focus on the youngest brother Brian, who is everyone’s darling.
Little known fact is that Valentin isn’t really an Xavier brother, but a cousin. However he’s lived with his Xavier cousins since childhood and looks so similar that people just assume he’s another Xavier sibling. Valentin doesn’t mind and enjoys sitting quietly and reading with Charles and Brian and watching (and assisting when he’s allowed) Joe in the kitchen (even though he’s closer in age to Johnny and Nicholas).
Well, that was fun. :D
I like that that’s good! XD Especially Nicholas and Johnny being another set of twins, makes sense! And Val being a cousin!
Except I’ve made myself sad thinking about nobody looking out for Martin. Even Charles has too much on his plate to be able to keep an eye on him all the time.
Hee hee but I’m enjoying imagining Nicholas and Johnny horsing around and giving no fucks. Neither Charles’ or Wesley’s approaches have any effect on them (much to their annoyance) and they only really settle down when Max and his sternness get involved.
I like to think of Valentin being drawn to Joe because Joe doesn’t require him to talk, just to pass him the salt now and then.
Martin’s gonna be the sulky teenager of the brothers, everyone’s having a great time together and he just wanders away silently no one noticing. Except Max does notice, because he’s always watching all of them, it’s like his job, so Max wanders off after him. Max is the only one who really tries to communicate with Martin, Charles wants to but Martin and Wesley don’t get along, and as Wesley is permanently around Charles it’s difficult to get Martin alone.
And yes, I can so picture Valetin just standing nearby in the kitchen with a little obedient smile and obeying orders whenever Joe tells him to do something, glad to be helping in some way. Val is about the only one aside from perhaps Charles who Joe will allow in the kitchen with him.
Johnny and Nic poked their heads around the kitchen door once in a rare helping mood asking if Joe wanted any help, and poor Valentin had to quickly duck out of the way of the knife that landed in the wall next to Nic’s head lol
I so want to write fic for this.
Oh oh oh. Now I have all these Martin feels because he is the only brother who is outright mean to Brian and Brian doesn’t understand why because he loves his older brother lots and lots and looks up to him even though Wesley, Nic, Johnny and Joe all say that he is strange and he just can’t work out what he is doing to make his brother dislike him so much and can’t help thinking its his fault when Martin leaves and disappears for awhile even though Charles says its not.
Poor bb Martin and Brian.
Love your headcanon for Joe and Valentin. Yes, write write WRITE ALL THE XAVIER-SIBLINGS FIC!
Charles smiles and nods at his older brother walking up the steps to the mansion, taking his hand in a warm handshake, “Hello Max, it’s jolly nice to see you again, glad you could fit this into your schedule at such short notice.”
“Well this is family, and you know how these dinners go when I’m not around to keep everyone under control. Is err…” Max’s eyes shift to one side for a moment looking around the edge of the building, “Is Wesley here yet?”
“Max.” Charles warns in a lower voice, “We’re not going to end this family get-together with an arrest now are we?”
“No…at least not today.”
“Do try and get along. Yes he is here, he’s in the study trying to get Martin to stay in one spot.”
Max raised his eyebrows at the knowledge that their second youngest brother was here, “So Wesley found him did he?”
“Yes, but you know what Martins like, the poor boy was almost dragged back here. He just doesn’t want to be here.” Charles’ voice was solemn and filled with regret that he could never reconcile things with their misguided brother. Max laid one hand on Charles’ shoulder in comfort.
“I’ll talk to him. First I’d better go and rescue him from Wesley.”
Charles nodded again and watched his brother walk through the front doors, just as the crunching of the gravel drive started again as a grey Dodge Challenger car pulled up next to Max’s police car.
Johnny stepped out from the passenger side, followed by his twin Nicholas out of the drivers seat, closing the door with a bump to his hip, looking just as smug as always, Johnny half hidden behind his Fedora hat.
“Hello you two.” Charles smiled happily, because although knowing once these two got together his mansion would be full of mischief over the visit, they reminded him a little of himself when he was younger. Well, Nicholas did, as for Johnny, well Charles never stole things from family. Johnny looked up at him in that moment, and Charles wondered for a second if he’d projected that thought.
“Charlie!” Nicholas hugged him tightly, his Scottish accent as strong as always, “That lovely Raven still here?”
Charles resisted the urge to bat Nic’s even more floppier-than-his hair, “Please stop trying to sleep with your sister!”
“She’s not my sister! We’re not related, and she’s extremely attractive.”
“Fine. How about that slender hunk of an Erik?”
“Will you get inside please!”
Nicholas held up his hands in defeat, a sneaky grin still on his lips, “Alright I’m going! Come on Johnny.”
“Hey.” Johnny said in a quick greeting, his eyes bloodshot and tired looking, but still managing a small smile.
“Hello Johnny,” Charles greeted as Johnny walked past, “I love you my brother but please stay away from the fine china this time. And the library?”
Johnny’s smile turned sheepish and continued following his twin inside.
Charles only had to wait a minute longer before a yellow New York cab made it’s way up the drive, coming up right in front of Charles.
“Ch-Charles!” a nervous Valentin greeted his cousin the moment he stepped out the back of the cab, Joe appearing from the other side along with Brian, who must have been squished in the middle of them on the back seat.
“Valetin my dear how are you?” Charles hugged him tightly, giving a few good pats on the back, “How are things in Russia? Doing well?”
“Oh yes! I have so much to tell you about! He is such a fascinating man, I just-” Valentin suddenly paused, Charles smiling an all too knowing smile as he waited for his cousin to sneeze. And sneeze he did. “I’m so sorry.” Valentin apologised as he got out a handkerchief, “Travelling, i-it makes me nervous.”
Charles patted him on the back and guided him to the door, “I can’t wait to hear about it all, head on inside, everyone else is here.”
“Charles!” Suddenly Charles’ arms were full of his excitable younger brother Brian, decked out with scarf and gloves even though there was only a slightly breeze outside.
“Brian, my darling Brian!” Charles laughed, “How’re your studies coming along? I hear you’re close to getting on University Challenge is that right?”
Brian stepped back and nodded enthusiastically, “Yes! And you’ll have to test me!”
An irritable voice sounded form the back of the cab where Joe was hauling out all the luggage, “Brian how much luggage do you need?! Get down here and take some of this most of it’s yours!”
Brian headed back down the steps to the cab and helped Joe carry their luggage, and Valetin’s, whom everyone knew will go into a hyper sneezing fit when he realises he forgot to help with the luggage.
As Joe walked past Charles with a nod and an “Afternoon Charles”, Charles eyed the small silver case he was carrying.
“Those aren’t knives are they?”
Joe just looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and walked on, but didn’t get very far when a white blur suddenly barrelled into him knocking all the bags and his case from his arms, the case breaking open and 5 large and very sharp kitchen knifes splaying out along the ground. The white blur turned out to be Martin, legging it down the steps away from Wesley calling out after him. Charles immediately went after him, raised his fingers to his temple and Martin froze just past Brian, standing there looking shocked.
‘I’m sorry to do this to you without your permission but please just hear me out Martin. Please don’t leave, I know you don’t want to be here but all of us do want you here. We really do little brother. We love you, please don’t run away, just stay for dinner, then we can sit down and spend some time together. We’ve missed you. I miss you Martin.’
Charles could slowly feel Martin relax, though rather reluctantly, so cautiously released his hold on his body. Martin then turned around, looking sourly at his brothers, Charles, Joe, Wesley and Brian, before hugging himself with crossed arms and glowered at Brian for simply being the closet to him, “Fine.” He deliberately pushed past Brian knocking the boy into the back of the taxi dropping his bags too, grumpily walking past Charles and mumbling, “I don’t have to be telepathic to know none of you want me here.”
Max arrived at the door just as Martin went to step through it, and as Martin looked up at his older brother he quickly looked away, hurriedly walking past knowing Max had seen the tears in his eyes.
A short silence fell on the brothers, before a struggling Brian covered in bags asked with a trembling lip, “Why does he hate me so much?”
“Oh, Brian no.” Charles was instantly by his side, helping him up and taking some of the bags, “He doesn’t hate you, he’s just….” Charles sighed, how many times over their lives had he tried to talk to Martin, to get him out of the life he’s dug himself into, “…he just needs help, that’s all, and as his brothers we’re going to love him and help him,” Charles turned to his other brothers with eyes narrowed, “aren’t we?”
Joe just shrugged, picking up his knives, while Wesley swore and went back inside.
‘I’ll have a chat with Martin now, I don’t want this continuing.’ Max thought for Charles to hear, who nodded in response.
“Don’t forget to pay the taxi Joe.” Charles reminded him as he helped the upset Brian up the steps, “And please put those knives somewhere up high and out of reach of hormonal teenagers. And Wesley.” Charles added as an after thought.
Joe just watched them disappear into the house, “Do you want me to poison you?”
(AN: I’ll re-write this better and put on AO3 I think! XD I just wanted to quickly write something)