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Once again, it’s me with my recommendations in term of Cherik fanfic 🤭

So, I found this one on Twitter, actually it’s someone on twitter who shared it and now I share it here because from what I’ve read already, I can tell it’s absolutely amazing !

So: Erik finds Charles in a lab, after he (Charles) had been abducted and tortured for months, Charles is weak and almost dead and Erik stays with him. BUT, it’s full of angst and tension, and honestly for the moment I’m just at chapter 13/30 but OMFG it’s so good. (I don’t want to spoil anything so the summary is awful, sue me)

Plus, it’s 180.000 words long !

Anyways, here’s the link, have fun (or not🫢)

Okay guys, I need to share my FAVORITE fanfiction of all time.

So, we all know that James McCavoy played Charles Xavier and Bill Denbrough (It). Well, imagine if the two characters were actually the same person ?

We go through the X-Men movies with Charles not remembering anything about Derry, and then, BAM he receives the call from Mike, telling him to come back to take care of Pennywise.

(And I love the fact that Charles is actually his middle name but he refuses to go by it)

Cherry on top ? It’s a Cherik fic with Moira being the best of friends (and a f*cking badass) 🤭

I’ve probably read it like 3 times since August and it is still my favorite fic ever !

Anyways, I don’t gatekeep, have fun !

Okay, hear me out !

I found this fic on Ao3 and I loved it so I’m not gatekeeping :

Human!Charles is Nina’s father and he meets Erik while he (Erik) is on the run after the event of DoFP (Magda is actually the mutant) and he asks him to help a little around the house and in exchange he lets Erik stay and don’t denounce him to the authorities.

I feel like I summarized it so badly, but I swear it’s good !

Dear Lord, I need someone to write a fic where all of the first class time travel into the future, like in dark phoenix or apocalypse or anything and they just like… see how fucked up their future is ??

Like, what do you mean Charles is in a wheelchair AND doesn’t have any hair !?

What do you mean Alex and Sean are death ??? Like wtf

And most importantly, WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHARLES AND ERIK ARE NOT MARRIED WITH THOUSANDS OF CHILDREN ?!!

And so, they see all of this and decide to make compromises to be sure that their future will be better. Because a future where they are all separated is not a future they want 😾

I'm tired of seeing the word grooming taken out and used all the time by people who probably don't understand its definition.

For the record, Christine was in her twenties, when she met the Phantom / Erik. She was a fucking adult, in a society that for the time considered her a spinster. She never turned 15 or 16 in the original story, as people are so fond of claiming.

Also, Erik is not a villain but an anti-hero character. I'm tired of seeing him constantly demonize, like he's just a bad guy, when he doesn't.

Erik and Christine are basically twisted versions of Beauty and the Beast, Hades and Persephone, and Romeo and Juliet. Without forgetting that they are also, among other things, the incarnation of death and the maiden.

Erik also symbolizes Christine's sexual awakening and coming of age.

Whether you like it or not, they have a romantic and sexual connection in the original text.

There is something embarrasing, but also hot that there are at least two fandoms that has their ships named "cherik", and you've been to both of them.

l made that one scene gayer somehow

Shout out to people who also play imaginary scenarios in their head with their otp when trying to sleep

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doing a couple of these cause im bored :) idk if anyones gonna see this but pls provide a trope that you really really love OR hate with your whole heart. i'll try reply to all but preferable cherik jily scorbus and zukka :)

Cherik yurrriiii ꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱

Toxic Yuri Cherik save me......I have nothing else to post at the moment (because I've been working on ANOTHER cherik illustration-) so y eah

Have them for now🚶Also I am pretty sure it's bi visibility day, so to all my bisexuals I see you 😋like actually see you, I'm inside your walls rn

This happened in canon I know it.

Hank is such a g being there to support his bestie through his breakup with his toxic metal bending boyfriend

We don't talk enough about my poor man Hank. Imagine having you best friend/kind of mentor all day drinking and talking and crying about the man who paralyzed him and is now in prison for killing the president.

Charles: *really drunk* Hank? Did I tell you about what great of a kisser Erik is?

Hank: Yes. Yes, you did.

Charles: I miss him. He was always so nice to me.

Hank: He paralyzed you and he took Raven with him. Also he blocked you out of his head, with the helmet of the man he killed, which you felt, while saying you should be proud of your mutation.

Charles: *totally not listening* He's so cute. Did you ever notice how he looked, when he was thinking about something? So cute.

Hank: He killed JFK. He's locked up in the fucking Pentagon.

Charles: *suddenly very teary* It was totally my fault, wasn't it? Oh my god, I'm such a horrible person. Erik was right to leave me.

Hank: *trying to calm him down and preparing for Charles having a breakdown* Charles, listen to me. Everything you-

Charles: And we had so good sex! Oh my god... The things he can do with his tounge!

Hank: Well, nevermind...

The fucking eyebrows raise, I can't, mf almost looks like he's mewing

serving his country or SERVING his CUNTry

Yes

this crazy ass ad... we should've gotten a twenty minute uninterrupted sloppy make out session at the end of first class instead of the divorce

THE old man yaoi.

Pregnant Charles Week Day 3: Historical/Medieval au (ABO)

what happens is that Charles’ pup arrives early and he has to give birth alone while his husband is at war, he’s inconsolable at first but everything is fine after Erik rushes from the battle and arrives right after the birth to be with his mate and meet their pup <3

@dad-nee-toh

this is so accurate it hurts

in the stripped club. straight up “looking at it”. and by “it”, haha well. let’s justr say. my platonic buddy

seriously, the only consistent exceptions I have seen on this website are odypen, percabeth, and frazel, and getting rid of those would like trying to make patrochilles, solangelo, cherik, wolfstar, or johnlock platonic. it would just be wrong.

and as a straight cis classics major who just finished the iliad for the 100th time? yeah, there is no platonic explanation, those two are a love story to last for millennia and a tragedy to tear your heart just as long.

"Not every ship has to be gay!"

Girl you're using TUMBLR. THE gayland. What did you expect?

Biology Notes

A minute by minute summary of my thoughts during bio class.

Countdown begin.

This ain’t gonna be fun.

Only two min in.

She’s late.

How am I already bored?

That guy’s late.

Cal/Boba handcuffed together, working as allies?

Melidaan joins Mandalorian Empire?

I’m bored.

Clones’ first time hearing music

Clones eating real food for the first time?

Clones tour temple? (Where they hear music/eat real food for first time?)

I was right. This isn’t fun.

Soulmate AU for Charles/Erik?

Erik’s POV for first meeting?

Immediate aftermath of said first meeting?

Erik and Raven visit after Cuba?

They meet babies Kurt, Warren, Jean, maybe Scott.

They miss the sign, don’t realize it’s a school? 

‘Did Charles have kids?’ moment, especially after realizing Jean’s a telepath?

Jean recognizes them from memories? All recognize them from photos and/or stories?

All the guilt when Erik sees Charles.

Cells. The powerhouse of, mitochondria is.

Phospholipid. Now there’s a word to make people flip a Scrabble board with.

Nigh impossible, you’d need lipid down first, then add phospho-, but a girl can dream.

Kurt and Warren would be adorable as childhood friends

That guy’s playing Wordle.

That guy is really, really, really bad at Wordle.

People realizing how insanely dangerous Charles is?

Erik realizing how lucky humanity is for Charles’ morality? and being very attracted to that?

Quiz on Friday, 45-50 questions, 50 points. Study slides.

Erik getting attacked by another telepath, Charles going territorial, has other telepath screaming/crying on floor, living worst nightmares, clutching head and begging for it to end, while Charles is gently comforting/fussing over Erik?

That girl is texting.

Is that guy watching Gravity Falls? Great taste.

Aw, why’d you turn the screen that way? Now I can’t see it.

Quinlan switching out Fox’s caf with decaf, letting him fall asleep, tucking him into bed?

While Fox’s asleep, using Shadow Training (TM) to do paper work? (Forgery/Ability to have multiple styli (plural of stylus) filling out multiple data pads simultaneously? (Force use?)

Quinlan leaving five min before Fox wakes up. Fox finding his paper pretty much done, crying because he’s still out of it and doesn’t want to wake up?

Quinlan making this a habit when he’s on Coruscant? Stone finding out, not telling? Fox scared if he talks about it, it’ll go away? Unable to believe it’s real?

That girl’s doing a crossword. Badly.

The answer is Lobelia. “She stole Bilbo’s spoons” is Lobelia Sackville-Baggins. 

Where in Middle-Earth did she get Tauriel from? Even if she hadn’t been added solely for the purpose of paying less in royalties to Tolkien’s family, even if she had existed in the book, when in the name of all that is precious and beautiful, would she have stolen Bilbo’s spoons?

I might kill myself. This is why I shouldn’t have sat in the back row.

Only 6 min left. Heh. +60, Execute Order. I know I’m not funny.

So close, yet so far. So unbearably bored.

Is this what stream-of-consciousness notebooks look like?

I have a very odd stream of consciousness.

We get to leave early? Hallelujah!!

Goodbye!

Unfinished Cherik Fic

Hello, dear readers. I am tired, have been working on this fic for ages, and want validation and beta-readers—so I’m forcing y’all to beta read part of my (very unfinished, 3000 words of foreplay, Cherik fic.

"I'm gay, Erik! I like men! I like cock! Quite frankly, I like you just a bit more than 'friendly' would warrant!That's what everyone in this fucking house has been making fun of me over for the past week or so—probably longer. That's why you weren't let in on my secret, and that's why I didn't want you to know."Charles was well and truly angry, but simultaneously, he was petrified. He felt nauseous—and not in the good way—and heartbroken all at once. Erik was going to leave and never come back.

Erik ponders this for a moment, before sitting down across from Charles. He takes a deep breath before speaking. Oh, god, he was gearing up to reject Charles wasn't he? Yes, you could tell by the slight crease in his brow—the least he could do is make it quick, right? Just rip off the band-aid.

"I don't want to belittle the courage and bravery that it took you to come out. I have no intentions of taking away the significance of this moment, which is why I'm going to choose my next words very carefully." Erik takes another breath. Oh god here it comes! Charles braced himself.

"I think that might be one of the hottest things I've ever heard." Well, that's a strange way of rejecting somebody—what game is Erik playing at?

"What?" Charles said, brilliantly.

"I mean, it would be—the hottest thing, I mean—if you weren't so torn up about this. You've obviously been holding on to this for a while, and I just hate to see you in pain."

"Erik, wh-" he sounds so genuine it hurts. Charles has rarely seen this side of Erik, and when he has previously, words always failed him. He is in love with Erik—the trenches—no, the Mariana Trench, of love; the mere thought that his object of affection could, and would, reciprocate...it's a wave of joy, confusion, anger, and (most of all) hope.

"I like you, Charles. I like you quite a lot. I find you very alluring. Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt. In your words, I 'like cock,' specifically yours." Charles was stunned speechless; he was over the fucking moon, and his face couldn't help but show it. Erik had the privilege of bearing witness to the most beautiful fucking smile ever seen. All of the positive emotions Charles thought gone, suddenly came rushing back. His blood was making whirlpools in his ears, his heart was beating like a kick-drum, butterflies were racing around in his stomach,

"...and," Erik continued—he probably said more, but Charles couldn't hear it over the sound of his blood. "I really hope you wouldn't be opposed if wanted to kiss you. Right now." His mind adds on a 'please,' which Charles melts at (just a bit).

"I..." Charles can't even comprehend what is happening. His heart is doing somersaults in his chest, his thoughts are rushing by at one million miles a minute, and—oh, Erik asked to kiss him.

"You're right, I'm sorry that was insensit-“

Charles smashed his face against Erik's, and placed himself atop the older mutant's lap. Erik was fucking surprised, to say the least. He froze for a short breath, his arms turned to stone around Charles' body, before his brain kicked into gear. Erik clawed at the telepath's face, in like of grabbing a particularly beautiful sculpture. Charles' grip proved much rougher, (at least compared to Erik's appreciative caress), as his fingers scraped through Erik's hair. Erik never had the pleasure of witnessing Charles lost in pleasure—hunger—and, he's now decided that it's his favorite thing.

One of his hands moved on to Charles' neck, holding him softly. He held Charles with such wonder; disbelief, maybe. Erik just couldn't believe that Charles was kissing him—Charles. Charles was kissing him. Beautiful, kind, compassionate, handsome, genius, Charles. He laughed against the smaller man's mouth, and Charles was hit with a sudden wave of elation, joy, and (more importantly) love. Erik loves him, him. Charles Xavier—rumpled professor, stubborn pain in the ass, mother-hen, homebody—Charles Xavier. Charles laughed back, and smiled against Erik's mouth. Charles felt his own arousal stirring, so he (painfully) breaks the connection between their lips.

"Erik," Charles panted. "Before I devour you—or before you devour me, I'm really not adverse to either—I just...you're amazing. I've been hearing your thoughts and living your feelings, but you know none of mine." Erik's expression was...perfection. There was a clear type of astonishment seeping through his eyes, elation shining through his smile, and blush coating the tips of his ears. It clearly took him a second or ten to process what Charles said.

"Charles you don't have to-" Charles silenced him with a finger to the lips. Erik found this incredibly arousing, so he allowed it.

"I... I've never been in love. Not before you. I lived my entire life surrounded by people whose love was purely two dimensional. It wasn't real, but that was all I knew. Then came you and... I've learned that love is one of the purest emotions possible. You've slowly made yourself a spot in my head, and to be quite honest, I can't say I mind all that much." Charles finally noticed the red surfacing beneath Erik's cheeks. Wow. I've never seen him blush before, but I definitely want to see it more. Erik's brain stopped working after 'I've never been in love before.' He was star-struck, and all of Charles' words were hitting him with a slight delay.

"I don't think I can explain the measure of comfort I find in the beating of your heart," Erik spoke mindlessly, his voice doused in gravel and honey. Charles flushed at the idea of Erik being able to feel something as intimate as his heartbeat, and his...y'know—it seemed only fair, since Charles had access to Erik's thoughts. Erik carefully tugged at an earlobe with his teeth, earning a surprised yelp in return. Licking an aimless trail, Erik ended his journey with his mouth resting on cartilage, and a devious smile on his face. Charles' skin flushed a pretty rouge, panting from the sampling of his ear.

"Or the hardening of your cock," Erik continued, air crackling through the fry in his voice. He made sure Charles was secured (via ass grope) before standing up, who then let out a positively filthy moan and tensed in surprise—his legs now wrapped around Erik's midsection. He found himself practically sat on Erik's prick, earning himself a moan from the metal-bender. "Jesus Christ, Charles, do you want me to drop you?" Erik asked incredulously, still stumbling over to his bed. "I mean, eventually, yes, but right now," Charles trailed off, as Erik toppled down onto the bed—telepath first—careful not to crush his partner. "Right now," he picked up, "I'm quite satisfied with the current positioning."

"Well, I'm quite dissatisfied with current the lack of nudity," Erik quipped, tugging at any and every metal fastening in Charles' clothing.

"Impatient, are we?" Charles smirked, feeling the loosening of his jeans.

"Xavier," he said with heat, "I'm not sure if you're aware, but I seldom have attractive men in my bed, and there is no way I'm not taking advantage of the one I've managed." Charles assisted Erik in the removal of both his cardigan and trousers, but stopped Erik in the removal of his pants before they went further. "Ah-ah-ah, not until we're on equal standing. I want to see you too," and fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing Erik had ever heard. "Shit, okay" he panted, quickly disrobing himself down to his pants. He gave Charles a second to appreciate the goods, then began to explore the pale chest laid out in front of him. It's toned plains were sparsely dotted with auburn freckles, porcelain skin overrun with soft hues of pinks and reds.

"Gött, you're beautiful...like you walked out of my dreams," Erik softly hissed, his hands grasping Charles' pectorals, and positioning his thumbs right above a set of pert nipples. Charles thrashed lightly against Erik, and a pleased whimper had managed to escape the confines of his throat. It was then that Erik noticed his own length positioned directly on top of Charles'; Erik then decided to shift his hips up and down lightly, making Charles cry out in ecstasy, his eyes screwing themselves shut. He also bit down on his lip beautifully, leaving a shock of pure white against the near magenta color of his lips. Suddenly, it became absolutely imperative that Erik kiss Charles right this second—and why shouldn't he, anyway? Erik did exactly that—and with impressive finesse for a man who could, as of now, barely remember his own name—pushing more of his weight against Charles, and incidentally, moving the flesh of Charles' nipples. Charles then responded with what could only be described as a mewl, and Erik took the opportunity to utilize his tongue and explore Charles' mouth.

Erik would usually have more self-control, especially since he felt that Charles deserved to be ravished properly. But, Charles made Erik feel things that he never felt before. Erik was selfish with Charles, gluttonous was a better word—perhaps indulgent. Charles was meant to be savored, yes, but Erik had lost his self-restraint the second he felt Charles' lips on his. As he pulled away, Erik tugged on Charles' bottom lip with his teeth. He'd always wanted to try that, and yes, he would love to do it again. Then, Erik had noticed something.

"Charles."

"What?"

Charles.

By the way he'd jumped in surprise, Erik knew he received his message. "Erik, are you sure-" he began, and was cut off by a (surprisingly sweet) kiss. "Libeling, I know. The reason I wanted you out of my head was because I thought you wouldn't like what you found in there. My head is not a happy place to be, but around you...around you it's not too bad. Also, there's this embarrassing school-girl crush I have on a ridiculously handsome telepath, but you wouldn't happen to know anyone like that, would you?" Charles giggled—giggled—and quite adorably, too.

And at that, Charles let his powers off their leash. Contrary to what one might expect, telepathy is not being a 'mind-reader' in the literal sense. It's similar to reading someone's energy, as many thoughts aren't actually articulate—hell, half of them aren't even cognizant. Often times, they're muddy, and different people think in different ways. Charles thinks in feelings (or vibes) and he reads in feelings as a result. This makes it a bit complicated when reading someone who thinks in other methods; for a while, it was like trying to move a muscle that wasn't there. Now, it's simply like translating a second language, i.e he can do it if he wants, but it also expends energy—if he doesn't have that energy, then he can't translate the language, but that doesn't mean he can't hear the language. It's still very intimate to read someone's mind, obviously, and Charles is feeling a bit prudish for blushing like a nun in a sex shop. Although, Erik doesn't seem to mind much.

"What, does he go to another school?"

"Yes; I draw his name in the margins of my notebook," Erik said, as he began traveling down Charles' body. Charles let out a near maniacal laugh, and was far too amused by the joke to notice Erik's movement, until he felt the tongue on his nipple. All laughter was soon forgotten and instead cut off by a wanton moan. Charles nestled his fingers in Erik's hair, gently enough so he could still move freely. Erik continued to lick his way down Charles' lithe body, giving special attention to the few freckles he came across. Suddenly, Erik was being dragged upwards, then flipped onto his back. Charles sat atop him in triumph, seeming to have expected a fight. He began to inch downward, toying with the waistband of Erik's pants. "I'm sorry to cut you off, but I've been wanting this for longer than you can imagine," he drawled, sliding his boxers off torturously slow. "I've been imagining this since you pulled me out of the water," Erik replied through a moan, as his cock was exposed to the cold air.

"I've been imagining this since I read your mind," Charles stated before promptly sucking the ever living shit out of Erik's dick. His head was enveloped in the warmth of Charles' mouth, and Schieße was it good.

Before I pulled you out of the water, Charles added, as if that would change anything. His tongue worked skillfully, and Erik could have sworn that Charles was put on this earth just to drive him mental. Without any prelude, Charles took all of Erik with startling ease—his nose buried in Erik’s auburn nest of wiry hairs. “Schieße…ist gut”, Erik sagte als seine Stimme unglaublich niedrig fiel—and his thoughts fizzled out entirely as Charles moaned around his cock. Erik speaking German? Hot. Charles understanding German? The best decision of his high-school career.

TBC

Prompt: "Do you plan on kissing me, or just staring at my lips like they're your dinner?"

Summary: just the gay mutant road trip. This is mostly a Drabble.

Charles lay sprawled out on the couch, headache buzzing at the back of his mind. Recruitment today was...well, a 'shit show' in no uncertain terms. Charles had been in the city for most of the day, which (for a telepath), meant a killer headache. Once the pain had finally subsided enough to form coherent thought, he'd realized what little food he actually had today, finally noticing the festering hunger by the pit of his stomach. Erik had just entered from the bathroom.

"Erik," Charles beckoned from the couch.

"Yes?" Erik turned to see Charles splayed out on the couch. He wore only a robe—motel issued, of course—and white briefs. Erik put massive amounts of effort into not looking at Charle's dick, which you could vaguely see the outline of.

"I'm hungry."

"And?" Erik raised a brow, now standing in front of Charles.

"Food. I want it." Erik smirked a little at the way Charles was acting. 'Cute' was the word bouncing around in his mind; he would never admit it though. Erik could see the desperation in Charles' eyes, almost a pout. He promptly decided that it was a matter of national importance to annoy the ever-loving shit out of Charles.

"What's the magic word?" Charles shifted to lying on the couch now, head propped up by one hand.

"Erik you're amazing, wonderful, handsome, and I love you?" Charles looked up to see a visibly nervous, startled, bumbling, blushing, Erik.

Okay, maybe it's a matter of local importance?

In reaction, Charles' mouth slightly opened, eyes wide, eyebrows raised for only a fraction of a second. Because, fuck, that's hot, but also, he can't know that.

Still flushed, Erik coughed and said "that will suffice." Erik then grabbed the hotel phone, calling down room service—while also, actively paying no mind to Charles. About a minute later, Charles piped up.

"I can flirt too, you know." Erik raised a brow and snapped to Charles' eyes.

"Yes, I've seen it in action. I often watch it with abject horror."

"You weren't staring at my ass in abject horror," Charles mumbled, breaking eye contact with Erik (who is, once again, a mess).

"No, I was staring at your ass with uncertain lust. Your ass isn't you flirting though, Charles. Your flirting is 'oh, hello attractive person, may I unzip your genes?" This time, Charles went red in the face, and let out a scoff.

"Erik, I purposefully shake my ass in front of you. I bite on the tip of my pen, I walk around half naked more often then normal, I leave the door open when I shower."

"I... I thought that was just you."

"It is, it's me when I'm around you"

Suddenly, a knock on the door breaks the trance both men were looped into. Erik shuffles around to open the door and mumbles a "thanks" to the worker. Charles loses himself in thought and Erik sifts through the food. He brings Charles his lava cake on the couch, where he sits down next to him with his coffee. Erik has to push around Charles' legs to make room. Once settled, Charles just places his legs on top of Erik's—both men sitting on opposite ends of the sofa, facing towards each other. Charles finally begins to dig into his lava cake, making aggressive eye contact with Erik. After a while, he shifts his fork around on the empty plate, still staring at Erik. Charles’ eyes landed on Erik’s lips; a shot of anticipation went up his spine. He’d thought about this many times before, and his thoughts began to spiral, replaying old fantasies. I don’t know where I want his lips first. Maybe we’d make out a bit first, then he’d kiss down my neck. Maybe he’d find that spot right behind my ear. Maybe I’d get to see his lips wrapped around my-

"Charles, are you still hungry?" Both men now sat 'pretzel style' still facing each other, when they got there remains a mystery. Charles now met Erik’s eyes, blood rushing up to his cheeks.

"No, I'm plenty full, why?" Charles leaned in slightly

"Okay, then do you plan on kissing me or just staring at my lips like they're your desert?"

Charles' eyes go dark with lust; his body stills. He nearly throws the plate down, muttering something along the lines of "bastard," and surges forward to meet Erik. Erik's hands frame the sides of Charles' face; Charles' hands grasp the older man's hair. Their noses were touching, breath burning each other's skin, mere inches away from kissing. Charles' eyes frantically searched Erik's, as if attempting to commit the moment to memory.

"Do you always play with your food, Charles?" Erik asked, and Charles could feel the question against his mouth. Charles let out a soft "fuck you" before finally closing the distance. As their lips met, they began to slowly devour one another. Their kiss was surprisingly... non-aggressive; sweet, even. Still full of passion, lust, and desire, but it was clear that neither of them were in a rush. Both men savored their (now) lover's taste. Erik let out a breathy laugh, and Charles did the same. Words left unsaid, declarations of love, and pure adoration were confessed against each other's lips.

Charles tugged against Erik's hair, and Erik groaned. Erik, in retaliation, shifted his hands down to Charles' ass, making him yelp. He lifted Charles closer, placing him atop his own lap. The couple broke apart for air, now panting in to each other's mouths. Erik's hands found Charles' face again, thumbs stroking softly.

“You taste like chocolate," Erik rasped, because honestly, he has no clue what to say. Charles placed a chaste kiss on the corner of Erik's mouth. He responded, in a similar tone, with "you taste like bastard."

Erik laughed, and oh god, that's one of Charles' favorite sounds.

"And, pray tell, what does bastard taste like, Charles?" Oh fuck, he's never said my name like that before.

"It tastes like the idiot who agreed to travel with me." Both men leaned back slightly, now looking into one another's eyes. "Tell me more about this idiot," Erik purred, one hand now roaming across Charles' neck. Charles released Erik's hair, and instead, wrapped his hands around Erik's arms.

"Well, he's stubborn," Charles began, Erik contenting with a mhm. Charles contemplated his next words, before trying again.

"He's stubborn, handsome… probably my best friend, and has these piercing, stormy eyes. He speaks five languages, and I swoon every time he speaks his native tongue. To be fair, I swoon every time he speaks period. His laugh is one of my favorite sounds in the world, and he's the only person I enjoy arguing with. He's a beautiful masterpiece of passion, even though he can't see it. Sometimes it scares me—how honest I am with him. He's very vocal about mutant rights, he's a wonderful addition to my life, and I think I might be a little bit in love with him." Erik's thumb stopped moving, and his body stilled.

"I think that idiot is a little bit in love with you too."

Please send me requests if you have any! I do !x reader’s too, I just haven’t had a good idea for one.

Summary: "If we can go one week with no lies, then we will go on a field trip, only the winners, of course."

That was Charles' idea...to be completely honest, Charles only made this bet so Erik would flirt with him...Charles' plan was working out to be spectacularly terrible.

There had been a bet going around the school, among the staff, mainly. Charles had been preaching the importance of honesty and transparency, but he quickly realized that his colleagues needed more incentive.

"If we can go one week with no lies, then we will go on a field trip, only the winners, of course."

That was Charles' idea and so far, it was quite fun. To be completely honest, Charles only made this bet so Erik would flirt with him -unintentionally, mind you. Two days in, and Charles' plan was working out to be spectacularly terrible. Erik was seemingly avoiding Charles, which was a valid strategy, but still.

Charles had walked into the lounge room, hoping to catch Erik and a cup of coffee. Erik was indeed there, likely on his way out of the lounge. Erik wore that borderline sinful black turtleneck along with a tight pair of pants.

"Erik, fancy a game of chess during our 30 minute break?"

Erik had finally taken note of Charles' presence and became extremely nervous for some godforesaken reason. Erik knew the reason: he likes Charles, it's as simple as that. He loves those piercing blue eyes, the kind smile, the soft, untouched hands of Charles Xavier. He won't deny it... okay, well, maybe he will. Everyone seems to know this fact besides Charles. 

" I would love to Charles but I have tests to grade," he said with an obviously fake smile. Technically, that wasn't a lie; Erik would love to play a game with Charles and he did have tests to grade. Charles sighed, "oh, I see...well, perhaps next time then." Erik gave a genuine smile this time.

"Perhaps." On the way out, he brushed past Charles, both of their faces reddening madly. Oh, if only they could see each other from an outsider's perspective. They are so obviously in love even a blind man could see it and a deaf girl could hear it.

***

Charles was walking down one of the school's many corridors, in search of one Erik Lehnsherr.

"Charles," Raven spoke from behind him. "Yes?" He queried, turning to see her. "Have you seen Hank?" So Raven had the same idea as Charles it seems.

"That depends, have you seen Erik?"

"Ooh, are you trying to seduce him or something?"

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Deal, Erik is by the fountain reading."

"Lovely, Hank is in the tennis court."

Charles immediately turned around and began pacing to his destination. 'Of course Erik was reading' Charles thought to himself. He strolled over to one of the many exits of the building.  Charles wandered lost in thought . Maybe I'll have a romantic moment with Erik by the fountain, like in all of those Rom-coms that Raven keeps telling me about. Maybe we could be like Bella and Edward—less cliche of course... Unbeknownst to Charles, he was about to walk face first into his Edward. This realization came with the audible thud of Charles' face colliding with the muscly chest of Erik, Erik's book now on the floor as a result.   Charles looked up to find a very flustered Erik—not that Erik looked flustered, but the bar of flustered for the (usually stoic) Erik is very low. 

"Erik, hello again.  Sorry, let me-"

Charles bent down at the exact same time Erik did.  Their foreheads met with a (less audible, but still) very painful thud, sending both men backwards on their asses. 

"Fuck" Erik muttered.  Erik looked up to see Charles: his legs bent upward and nearly sprawled out with his hand against his forehead.  For some reason (again, Erik knew the reason), Charles seemed to be the most captivating creature on earth, far more interesting than Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere.  Charles had looked up about four seconds before Erik realized he was staring.  Erik's eyes quickly darted away from Charles' strikingly blue ones.  "Well, I had been meaning to run into you, but this was not what I had in mind." Erik chuckled at this.

"I would hope." Charles smiled at Erik.  On the outside, Erik simply sat in nearly the exact position of Charles, mouth slightly open but still with a calm demeanor.  On the inside it sounded more like this:

Holy shit, Charles' eyes are piercing through my fucking soul.  If we were back in about 400 b.c I would think this man is Jesus and confess my sins to him...

"Well, Jesus was actually brown—likely with dark eyes. He was born in Nazareth, which was in the Middle East.  The only reason we think Jesus is white is because DaVinci was commissioned to paint a picture of Jesus.  He, of course, modeled it after his boyfriend at the time." Erik was hit with an abrupt sense of confusion.

"Hey-"

"I can't help if your thoughts are loud, Erik!"

"Right..."

Erik and Charles sat in the same spot, simply staring into each other's eyes for an unreasonable amount of time.

"Would you like to go back to the fountain?" Charles propositioned with a tint of uneasiness.

"S-Sure, Charles" Erik babbled.  Charles' own name falling off of Erik's lips hit him like a freight train.

Fuck, I wish I could hear that more... "Need a hand, Schatz?" Charles looked up to see Erik standing above him, hand outstretched.  Charles grasped Erik's hand and found that Erik pulled him up much harder than Charles pulled Erik down. This resulted in both men's faces being much closer than platonic allowed.  Erik quickly turned to the side, a very subtle blush dusting his cheeks.  For a split second, Charles could feel Erik's breath on his lips, Erik's slight stubble scraping against his chin, Erik's cologne filling his nostrils. Charles was going to ride this high for months.

"C'mon, let's go" Erik spoke with a hint of nervousness. Charles, still spaced out and on cloud nine, mindlessly followed Erik to the fountain.

***

"And then he sees door..." Charles was sitting on the fountain next to Erik, listening to him go on a passionate tangent about the book he had been reading.  Listening is a bit generous though, rather, Erik's words were hitting Charles like water across a creek floor.  "And then-"

"Erik?" Charles asked, creating an abrupt end to Erik's sentence.

"Charles?" he mimicked.

"What do you think about my eyes?"

"What?" Erik panicked internally.

"You keep thinking about them."

"I-" Erik took a moment to compose himself, trying to calculate the weight of his words.

"Your eyes are...beautiful" Vorefreud his mind was screaming.

"What does that mean Erik? 'vorefreud'?" Erik's cheeks reddened.

"Uhm...it uh, it means..." Erik closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, his eyes now meeting Charles'.

"Vorefreud pretty much means the pleasure of waiting for something pleasurable."

"And why do my eyes bring that word to mind?" Charles said with a grin that he simply couldn't hide. Erik was silent, his eyes never leaving Charles'.  Erik slowly lurched closer to Charles, his left hand coming up to Charles clean-shaven jawline and his right coming to rest atop Charles' hand on the smooth stone of the fountain.

And just like that, Erik was kissing Charles and Charles was kissing Erik. Both men felt this heavy weight suddenly lift off of their shoulders.  The pining, the sexual tension, the unspoken feelings, all of that was paying off.  Erik noted that Charles' lips were unreasonably soft, and Charles found that Erik's lips were slightly chapped.  The kiss was not ravenous, rather a soft, passionate, admission of love.  Charles brought his hands up to Erik's sides, his thumbs slowly moving up and down against Erik's sweater.  Erik pulled away, but not before hitting Charles' bottom lip and dragging his teeth across it.  At this, Charles let out a sharp gasp, his eyes pointedly meeting Charles. 

Erik looked passionately exasperated, eyes boring into Charles.  Charles brought one of his hands up to touch his lips, rubbing across the part Erik had just bit.  Erik smiled at this, the widest smile Charles has ever seen from him. A slight chuckle escaped his lips. The urge to, once again, kiss Erik washed over Charles, who decided to listen to it.  He lunged forward, one hand clasped itself against the underside of Erik's chin and the other flew to the back of Erik's head, roughly gripping his hair. 

Erik cursed against Charles' mouth and kissed back, this time ravenously. Erik's hands found Charles' back, his arms looping underneath Charles'.  Erik nibbled on Charles' bottom lip, this time, making him groan.  Erik took this as an opening and gracefully slid his tongue into Charles' mouth.  This kiss was no longer an admission of their feelings, but now a declaration, an announcement.  Charles now pulled away, his forehead resting against Eriks'. 

"Erik," Charles softly spoke.

"Charles," Erik said with an audible smile.

"I'm glad you think so loudly."

"Me too."

WC: 1482

A/N: Thanks for reading, babes!

“What? What are you doing?”

“You’ve never looked better, Darling.”

We were robbed of this scene.

Peter: I need advice.

Erik: Live fast, die young, leave a sexy corpse.

Charles: My advice is to never listen to Erik's advice.

and the answer is yes im annoying and no i will never shut up. now watch these tiktoks.

matt murdock

remus and tonks...

captain america bnw 2

endgame 2 3

cherik and florida

hugh jackman let me bite u 2 3 4

no way home 😥😥

splatty

daenerys targaryen is... the prince who was promised (if u watch got pls watch this edit)

more cherik I CANT I NEED UGH STOP 2

pls do me all day captain

oo that sounded really bratty! 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

lol stucky was never casual hahahah except its not funny

andrew garfield. thats all.

sexy boy rj lupin

like one hour long wanda edits 2 3

guess what else wasnt casual...

i love u bobby 2

my fav lesbian witch (and her show) 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

thunderbolts 2

marauders

ok so in conclusion i love me some edits!

Stats Tag

Okay, we're on a roll here, apparently. Thanks to the wonderful @0nelittlebirdtoldme for tagging me <3

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and least words.

Most hits: The sound and the colors of Leaves. Part one in my half finished Series following Matt and Clint through all four seasons and on Clint's journey to be accepted as a Deaf Team Member. Stats: Words: 2 467, Comments: 12, Kudos: 232, Bookmarks: 13, Hits: 1 930, Kudos/Hits: 12.02% (Followed by The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector [Explicit] Stats: Words: 3 112, Chapters: 3/3, Comments: 6, Kudos: 111, Bookmarks: 2, Hits: 1 647, Kudos/Hits:6.74% )

Most kudos: Also Sound and Colors of Leaves (Followed by Couch already taken Stats: Words: 2 289, Comments: 2, Kudos: 167, Bookmarks: 10, Hits: 1 101, Kudos/Hits: 15.17% )

Most comments: Building a Relationship The main fic of my ongoing project that shows different way people can experince love. This follows Clint and Matt on their journey of Building a Relationship and all the obstacles they face on the way. Stats: Words: 24 965, Chapters: 11/?, Comments: 63, Kudos: 58, Bookmarks: 6, Hits: 1 201, Kudos/Hits: 4.83% (Followed by The quiet life Stats: Words: 17 941, Chapters: 8/8, Comments: 31, Kudos: 58, Bookmarks: 5, Hits: 970, Kudos/Hits: 5.98%)

Most bookmarks: Sound and Color of Leaves again. (Followed by Couch already taken)

Most words: Building a Relationship, unsurprisingly. (Followed by Safe Place Stats: Words: 20 522, Chapters: 9/9, Comments: 26, Kudos: 41, Bookmarks: 4, Hits: 567, Kudos/Hits: 7.23% )

Least words: Sweater A drabble and a Drawing of Charles stealing Eriks favourite Sweater (Stats: Words: 100, Comments: 5, Kudos: 20, Bookmarks: 1, Hits: 539, Kudos/Hits: 3.71%) and Sweet Pleasure [Explicit] a so far lonely drabble for Masturbation Midsummer (Stats: Words: 100, Comments: 2, Kudos: 3, Hits: 65, Kudos/Hits:4.62%)

Tagging, if you’re interested, @foxywrites @polizwrites @endlesstwanted @voiceoffenrisulfr and everyone else who wants to participate.

WIP GAME

Uhm, Hi, this is actual content that's not just an AO3 link. (I know, I am surprised too.)

I got tagged in the WIP-Game by @foxywrites <3 (Thank you so much, I LOVE stuff like that <33)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

So, my writing folder is actually a bunch of folders sorted by Challenges and Bingos, because if my mind ain't organised, at least my computer/google drive has to be.

I'll just list everything under the corresponding Folders (excluding posted works). Some of them will (hopefully) be posted soon, others will take longer, but everything is already somewhat written. (My unwritten ideas are all collected in a spreadsheet)

Main folder:

Hawkdevil AU

Sound and Colour

Tortuga Inn 1

AUgust 2023

Domestic

Behind the Mirror

Road Trip

Celebrities

Afterlife

Copy of AUgust 2023

Bingos and Events (Folder)

Different Kinds of Love

Bad Decisions

Building a Relationship

Love of a Hero to his City

Flufftober 2023

Interference

July Break

The crossover one

The Kink One

The one with the Breakup

Recherche

(idek what that's still doing there, it doesn't belong there)

Alpträume Notizen

Das Schwarze IXI

Vorgeschichte

unposted WIPs

"Sometimes I wish I can strangle you"

Blind Hawkeye and Deaf Daredevil

Broken Heart

Coffee Shop AU

Coverup

Cutting

Drabble Collection

MRP: Amputee!Clint

Nightmares

Snow Fall

The Blind Vigilante

Vorbei

AUGust 2022 (Folder):

Two of the above (Hospital & Fresh Start?)

Flufftober 2022 (Folder):

17: Animal Shelter

Bedtime Stories

And that's it. (I had honestly forgotten some of this still exist...)

Colour index:

Blue: not Marvel

Purple: HawkDevil

Pink: Dumpsterbros

Green: Winterhawk

Yellow: Cherik

Orange: FrostHawk

Red: Fratt

And last but not least, I'm tagging @0nelittlebirdtoldme @smutconnoisseur @polizwrites @endlesstwanted and everyone else who'd like to participate. (Of course no pressure if you don't want to paticipate <3)

And yes, please ask me all the things about my WIPs, I LOVE talking about my stuff ^^

Slash Multiverse Daily Pride Prompts 2023 - Masterlist

Lake : The quiet life / Chapter 1: Lake / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 3741 / Teen and Up Audiences

Formal Wear : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 1: The unusual man / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 728 / Explicit

Threesome/Moresome : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 2: Riding the High / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 1533 / Explicit

Sneaking Out : The quiet life / Chapter 2: Sneaking Out / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 2583 / Teen and Up Audiences

Balcony Sex : Scream for Me / Chapter 1 / FrostHawk (Clint Barton x Loki) / 586 / Explicit / TW: Dub-Con

Voyage : Up Here / WinterHawk ( Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 164 / General Audiences / Includes Art

Seed : School Garden / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 400 / General Audiences

Sunlight : The quiet life / Chapter 3: Sunlight / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1469 / Teen and Up Audiences

Massage : Massage / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 715 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Body Dysphoria, Unsafe Binding

Outdoor Sex : The Hammock / CastleHawk (Clint Barton x Frank Castle) / 1701 / Explicit

Clouds (Day 10) : The quiet life / Chapter 4: Clouds / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 894 / Teen and Up Audiences

Coming untouched : Coming untouched / Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson / 1418 / Explicit

Sleepy Sex : that warm and tingly feeling / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 944 / Explict

Fire : The quiet life / Chapter 5: Fire / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1747 / Teen and Up Audiences

Trap (Day 13) : Fuck Ninjas / Dumpsterbros (Clint Barton & Matt Murdock) / 3840 / Teen and Up Audiences

Strip Tease : Purple / Chapter 1 / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 1783 / Explicit / TW: Body Dysphoria

Almost Getting Caught : Almost Getting Caught / Erik Lehnsherr & Peter Maximoff / 100 / General Audiences

Oral Sex : Blackout Drunk / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 364 / Mature

Nature : The quiet life / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / Art Below / Teen and Up Audiences

Love Letter : Purple shimmering Ink / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 1757 / Mature / TW: Mentioned Canon Character Death

Muscle Worship : Purple / Chapter 2 / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 2162 / Explicit / TW: Body Dysphoria

Fun : The quiet life / Chapter 6: Fun / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1637 / Teen and Up Audiences

Photography : Pictures of you / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 7090 / Teen and Up Audiences

Salvation : Scream for Me / Chapter 2: Sweet Boy/ FrostHawk (Clint Barton x Loki) / 912 / Explict

Anal Sex : The Reporter and The Lawyer - The Devil and the Protector / Chapter 3: Common Friends / DevilBrockSymbiote (Matt Murdock x Eddie Brock x Venom) / 757 / Explicit

Invitation : Butterspargel = Flirting / Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr) / 1320 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Hospital

Work : The quiet life / Chapter 7: Work / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 1675 / Teen and Up Audiences

Promises : Hair Holds Memories / WinterHawk (Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes) / 1175 / Teen and Up Audiences / TW: Panic Attacks, PTSD, Mentioned Canon Main Character Death

Hugs : Chamomile Tea / HawkDevil (Clint Barton x Matt Murdock) / 2279 / Teen and Up Audiences

First Kiss : The quiet life / Chapter 8: First Kiss / Winterdevil (Bucky Barnes x Matt Murdock) / 3751 / Teen and Up Audiences

@slashmultiverse