#{Verse | Cherik}

[xxplastic-cubexx]

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[goddessofroyalty]

In any X-men omegaverse au Charles obviously is going to have a mating bite courtesy of Magneto.

Except I lean towards the worldbuilding where mating bites and bonds will wear off in time if they're not actively maintained.

But Charles still spends more time with a mating bite/bond than not because every time it's nearly been long enough or has just been long enough for it to wear off he and Magneto end up working together for one reason or another and by the end of it Charles has a fresh bite and renewed bond.

The timing is actually coincidental (and more a testiment to how often they end up working together) but is still very much the elephant in the room when Magneto inevitably leaves again and they return to being advesaries.

[merrysithmas]

headcanon that Charles Xavier and Princess Diana were close friends and he was devastated when she died

[magnetoisnotahappybunny]

I love fics where Erik is a happy bunny just for Charles

[star-lights-up]

okay so problem is that i'm a songwriter, and when i'm having a romantic dry spell i turn to fiction

i've written three songs about cherik

help

[skulldetergent]

charles version of this poll

[lucent-things]

found myself in sudden violent need for a cherik edit set to hozier's too sweet

[gerec]

hi do you have any recommendations for fics based more on the comic verse characters of cherik??

Hi Anon!

I'm currently taking a little break from fic recommendations, but I am happy to direct you to some of my favourite comicverse cherik writers on Ao3! Definitely check out works by:

Sotano (amazing Krakoa era fics) winter_hiems (strong focus on David Haller/Ruth Aldine + David Haller & Charles Xavier) joshriku (Cherik and Magneto's family) hllfire (crossover xmen movie & comics verse)

Happy hunting!

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/22: Costume

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 621

Additional tags: trick or treating, family fluff, pietro is an absolute adhd terror but we love him

Side note: I cut out like 300+ words of mostly boring exposition, so this is much more streamlined than it was at first. Other than the descriptor calling Wanda a witch (because she’s dressed like one, obvs), everyone else’s outfits are un-described. Mostly. So feel free to use your own imaginations. And yes, everybody did dress up. Even Erik.

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The little family made quite a picture, walking down the brightly lit sidewalk.

“Careful with that, Wanda.” Charles called out. The little witch was swinging her candy bucket enthusiastically, losing bits and pieces out of it. At his urging, she calmed her motions, though there was still a lot of swinging involved. As per usual, she was significantly calmer than her twin. Pietro was running loops around all of them. Up the street, down the street, into walkways, occasionally into yards (“Mind the grass!” Erik told him, multiple times). He couldn’t get far, thankfully - the metal bits subtly sewn into his costume made sure of that - but he tested the boundary at every chance he could.

“Alright back there?” Erik asked. He couldn’t see over the top of the dozing child on his back, but he knew Lorna was bringing up the rear of their little caravan.

“I'm good, Dad.” She was eating candy. He could practically hear the caramel as she answered. And more importantly, she was happy. All four of the children were. Even David, who smiled even in his tired state.

“So what do you think, guys? Trick-or-treating? Fun, huh?” Charles smiled, ruffling Pietro’s hair as he ran by. He didn’t really need to ask; he could feel their joy as bright as a beacon. But he always tried to encourage verbal communication. Especially in public, though they were mostly alone on that particular sidewalk.

There was a chorus of affirmations.

“Can Auntie Raven come with us next time?” Wanda asked. Charles made a show of considering this, though truth be told he‘d had a similar thought. It would be interesting, he reasoned, to bring along someone who didn’t need a preprepared outfit. Who could potentially change their appearance from house to house.

“Why don’t we ask her when we get home?” He gave Wanda a nod. She grinned and nodded back before slipping back behind them to walk with her sister. Aside from the red and white blur that was Pietro running around them, and their older boy being carried by Erik, the two parents were somewhat alone. Charles bumped their shoulders together gently.

So. We all survived.

That remains to be seen, Erik projected back, eyeing their running and giggling youngest son. The little terror. I’m only surprised he hasn’t run every single one of us ragged yet.

At that moment, the boy ran a little further out than either of them were comfortable with. Almost offhandedly, Erik reached out with his power, grabbed the metal threads in his costume, and pulled him back over. Pietro paused just long enough to say “sorry, dad,” before taking off again. He’d probably have long since spilled his candy everywhere had Charles not commandeered his bucket fairly early in the night.

And you’re already planning for next year. Erik shook his head, though he was also smiling. Doing his own planning, no doubt.

Maybe a little. But, Charles was quick to add, we’ve still got at least an hour or two of candy sorting ahead of us. “And it’s way past certain individuals’ bed time as it is.”

“Not tired!” Pietro said, zooming by.

David grumbled sleepily.

“I understand your point, however. Once the candy has been sorted, and the costumes put away, then we can do what all parents do after October 31st.”

“And that is?”

“To never think of Halloween again for the next eleven months or so.”

At that, Erik laughed. He shifted David a little, adjusting his position. “I’m gonna hold you to that, I hope you know. Also not looking forward to the mountains of candy to sift through.”

“Liar. You’ll be drowning in butterscotch for weeks. What a burden.”

“Quiet, you.”

[vividwrites]

"i’ll never love anyone more than i love you."

Of course he knew Charles loved him, just as much as he loved Charles, but hearing him say it so bluntly, so passionately, had Erik’s heart swelling. He leaned down to match Charles’ line of sight, resting his hands on either side of his wheelchair for stability. He met their foreheads, gently pressing them together, his eyes closed as he soaked in the moment. He had always imagined himself being in control of this situation whenever he’d pictured it in the past, but Charles had beaten him to it, and Erik was perfectly satisfied with that.  “Yes,” he answered softly. Then, he was kissing Charles deeply, cupping his cheek, and melting against his lips. He finally pulled away, if only for the sake of catching his breath, and panted out, “Of course I’ll marry you, liebling.”

[xxplastic-cubexx]

GORGEOUS DRAWING OMG YOU'RE SO TALENTED MATE!!!

We need more Magneto protecting his Charles with all his will>>>>>

thank you much my friend !!!!!!!!! might i offer you a small gift..

and a bonus. if you will.

[goddessofroyalty]

In continuation of this post of Professor X and Magneto managing to be mates 80% of the time because they keep renewing it every time they team up and it not fully/only just wearing off between said team ups.

The X-men (and Brotherhood) are resigned to the fact that whenever the team up lasts more then a couple days that mate-bond is going to be renewed. It does feel ineivtable that the two of them are going to retire to chess one night and by the morning there's going to be fresh bites and a vague content feeling caused by a very pleased telepath in the room.

What they more have issue with is when the team up only lasts under a day or so. When they were only working together for 8, 20, maybe 33 hours where nobody slept and someone can vouch for knowing the location of one/both of the two of them the entire time and yet somehow by the time Magento has fucked off again Charles still has a fresh bite and that strong-mated scent because What? How? When?

[fifiliphaser]

Cotton Ball (College AU)

[Ao3 Version]

“You’re infuriating and I want to throw something at you, but the only thing I have on me are my clothes, so here comes my shirt” AU — AKA the morning after Don't Give Me Flannel

So, yeah, it's been a while. *sigh* I know I have a couple of other things to finish and my consistency isn't worth much, but I want to go back at least to writing little tit-bits. Aaand there is a chance that I might get on medication in autumn (which I'm really hoping for), and that should help at least somewhat with other things and leave me more time and energy for writing. Either way, I'm presenting to you a sequel to Don't Give Me Flannel, which I've been meaning to finish for quite a while now. This time we are looking at the situation through Charles's eyes, which was quite fun to write. Like the first one-shot, it is rather fluffy, so beware — it might just rot your teeth. Thanks to my lovely partner @aphyxiation for reviewing this little piece before posting — your encouragement means the world to me ❤ Enjoy!

“Rise and shine.”

The voice resounds somewhere above Charles’s ear, and although soft, it still manages to rouse him from the deep sleep he’s managed to fall into for the first time in weeks. Even the familiarity of the voice’s lovely low timbre does little to ease Charles’s displeasure at being woken up so early. It’s hardly a surprise, though—as far as Charles’s morning routine is concerned, he’s never been an early riser, certainly not after nights spent reading, studying, or doing research.

Thoroughly displeased, and more than a little groggy, Charles groans, about to roll over to his back, but something solid and warm behind him stops him in his tracks. He freezes, feeling the reverberations of a quiet chuckle against his spine.

“Time to get up, our exams won’t write themselves,” the voice mutters encouragingly into Charles’s neck.

It takes a moment for Charles’s mind, still somewhat fuzzy with sleep, to catch up enough to draw a connection between the much cherished voice and its owner. However, much to Charles’s dismay, it only serves to further confuse him. After all, what could possibly Erik be doing in Charles’s bed, snuggled to his back, especially once Charles realises he’s still wearing his comfy pyjamas.

“Erik?,” Charles croaks, once again trying to turn around. “Am I forgetting something?”

Finally, he manages to turn around when Erik pulls away a bit, in time to see the amusement on his friend’s face. In fact, so endearing is Erik’s half-smile that Charles struggles not to lean in closer and kiss all the smugness off of that gorgeous mouth.

“I promised I’d tuck you in,” Erik explains innocently, though he’s still smirking. “And then I tucked myself in,” he adds, as if it was all the explanation that Charles needed.

A quiet, albeit inelegant snort is the only response that Charles deems necessary while he’s racking his brain in hopes of recalling what had happened the night before. Remembering isn’t an issue in itself—Charles has always had a rather remarkable memory—but his mind tends to take some time to catch up so early in the morning, especially after just a few short hours of sleep. Luckily, it is quick to supply him with the recollection of last night.

Oh.

Oh.

A breath leaves Charles’s mouth with a quiet hiss when the realisation finally dawns on him. Unable to quell down the disbelief, he reaches across the few inches that separate him from Erik, his hand hovering over his friend’s face. Slowly, he brings it down to Erik’s cheek, stroking it gently, and then traces the line of Erik’s jaw, his fingertips catching on the light stubble there, just like they did the night before.

Surprise flashes across Erik’s face at the gesture, his expression quite akin to the one he wore last night, as soon as they parted for a breath, with Charles heaving, yet grinning like a fool.

“You… You’ve wanted this?,” Erik asked then, his voice hoarse, after what felt like an eternity.

Charles couldn’t stop smiling, his hand still touching his friend’s face, his fingers running gently across the expanse of the soft skin. It was utterly fascinating, watching a minute hitch in Erik’s breath when he reached the man’s lips, flushed slightly from the kiss.

“Darling, I’ve wanted to kiss you for the longest time,” he admitted, his voice low, an endearment easily falling out of his mouth. “Ever since we had that first heated discussion about the question of mutant recognition programmes, which you, of course, don’t see as an opportunity to build solidarity and create communities, but as a leeway to start registering all of us.”

Charles could see the argument rising in Erik’s eyes, his thoughts slowly becoming more turbulent, but any interruption died on Erik’s lips when Charles giggled, looking away.

“I hardly could keep coming up with substantive arguments because I couldn’t look away from your lips.” Although Charles’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, they remained close enough that he was sure Erik could hear him. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice.”

Upon hearing this, Erik frowned and just stared at him, his mind lighting up with the recollection of that particular evening as he was desperately trying to understand how he could’ve missed that. And then his thoughts wandered to a completely different moment of that party.

“Emma was right, damn that woman,” he said under his breath, looking away from Charles’s face as if he was trying to hide his annoyance, even though Charles could clearly feel it seeping from Erik’s mind.

Either way, it wasn’t a statement that Charles had expected, not in the least. He leaned slightly away from Erik with surprised amusement, catching an image of Emma, dressed in her signature impeccable white and smiling slyly, as it flashed in front of Erik’s mind.

“Was she?,” he asked incredulously, his lips curling into a smile.

Erik just sighed heavily, but Charles could see the corners of his friend’s eyes wrinkling up.

“The next day after that party, she asked me if I had fun with ‘that telepath of mine,’” he explained, equally exasperated and amused. “Her words, not mine,” he clarified immediately and Charles did his best not to chuckle at that. (Barely, but somehow he managed.) “I told her that I agreed to get you home, since we live in the same dorm anyway, and that she shouldn’t get any ideas. She just looked at me as though I was an idiot and berated me for brushing off the guy who was practically throwing himself at me.”

“You never told me that.” Charles said, with good humour rather than accusingly. “Was I really that obvious?” His smile must’ve been a little sheepish, yet he wasn’t feeling particularly self-conscious.

“Apparently not enough, if my obliviousness is anything to go by,” Erik sighed, but he was grinning nonetheless.

They were so close that Charles could feel Erik’s breath on his skin. It took him a moment to realise that all this time he had been absentmindedly tracing patterns across Erik’s skin, at first touching his face, then his neck, and now he was caressing Erik’s chest.

“It’s not your fault, I should’ve said something, instead of just waiting for you to…” Charles stopped and shook his head with exasperation at his own aloofness, yet his humour continued to be marvellous. “But you couldn’t have known, you’re not the one with telepathic abilities here,” he quipped, delighted to see the amusement in Erik’s eyes in response.

Charles had always enjoyed the casual banter that he and Erik often engaged in. Now, however, with everything out in the open, it was an utterly different and absolutely delightful experience. And looking at Erik’s smugness, Charles couldn’t help but feel giddy, all the stress of the incoming exams pushed to the back of his mind.

“But you like me anyway.” Erik smirked, his voice low and making Charles’s insides twist.

Charles mirrored his smile and leaned in, whispering against Erik’s lips, “Very much so.”

Completely lost in the memory of the last night, Charles barely notices a shuffle of the sheets, while the mattress sinks a bit next to him after Erik sits up on the bed.

“Come on, we should get up,” he says decisively, pulling Charles out of his reverie.

The telepath groans, burying his face in the pillow. A meagre couple of hours of sleep hasn’t been enough to make him feel less than bone-tired and he would do anything to get even five more minutes of sleep. The fact that Erik’s smell still lingers on the soft fabric doesn’t make it any easier to move away from the warm comfort of the bed.

“Can’t we just stay in bed for a few more minutes?” Charles mumbles into the pillow, feeling forlorn as the ghost of Erik’s warmth is slowly fading.

“We’ve wasted enough time as it is,” Erik points out with a meaningful glance, though he lingers on the bed, and gingerly places his hand on Charles’s back.

He’s clearly still slightly hesitant about casual intimacy, Charles notes. And yet, the initial tenseness of Erik’s fingers is quickly gone, as Charles turns to look up at him.

“You could at least give me a morning kiss?” the telepath says innocently, though he is certain that Erik notices his small playful smile, if his exasperated groan is any indication.

“Charles, we need to get ready.” Despite Erik’s insistence, Charles can feel his regretfulness.

Not even slightly discouraged, he raises from the pillow, propping himself up on his forearms. Although he knows that chances of convincing Erik to go back to bed are slim to none, he isn’t ready to give up just yet.

“Not even a peck?” He flutters his lashes perhaps a tad too ostentatiously, but he can’t help himself.

Erik regards him for a moment, and although the surface of his mind feels calm, there is a slight thrum of uncertainty which betrays that he is quite conflicted. Even though Charles knows that he’s a rather terrible flirt, his friend appears to be utterly susceptible to his questionable charms.

However, in a split second, Erik’s mind flashes with determination and he’s quickly on his feet. He wastes no time and crosses the room in just a few steps, stopping next to the window with a triumphant smile.

“Well, if you want one, you’ll have to come here,” he teases, practically beaming with satisfaction.

Charles, obviously, does not sympathise. Distantly, he knows that if he wants to make it to the exam in time, he needs to leave the safe confines of his bed soon, but if it’s somehow possible to prolong the blissfulness of staying in his warm bed, he will do all that he can to do it.

“I’m not moving.” He crosses his arms, and pouts theatrically.

Erik, the bastard, laughs at that and Charles tries really hard to ignore how delightful of a sound he makes. (Which is an utter failure, of course.)

“Then there won’t be any kisses for you, mister.” Erik smiles, charming as usual, his mind practically gleaming with amusement.

As annoyed as Charles is at that utterly despicable abuse of power–truly, how has Erik dared to betray him like that?–he is fighting to suppress a smile. 

“Screw you.” 

With a flourish, Charles buries himself back below the covers, intent on staying exactly where he is, thank you very much. A distant, decidedly more responsible part of his mind screams at him to move, what with the exam that he has to write today, but he stubbornly ignores it, way too content to allow his usual anxiety to kick in.

Erik is not discouraged by his childish behaviour, though–if anything, his smug smile only grows.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He raises his eyebrow suggestively, pitching his voice much lower than necessary, really.

Now that insinuation–however correct–is simply unacceptable so early in the morning and right before an important exam. Charles sends the deadliest glare he’s able to muster from under the covers, which only appears to further amuse Erik. With nothing else left–certainly no willpower–Charles does the first thing, which comes to his mind–he grabs one of his pillows and chucks it in Erik’s direction. Considering how sleepy he still is and how his hand-eye coordination is lacking on the best of days, it isn’t that bad of a throw, the pillow landing just shy of Erik’s feet. But this is not nearly intimidating enough and Erik just laughs.

Charles is not impressed and he expresses it by throwing the second pillow. This also does not have the desired effect; moreover, it leaves Charles with no pillows, and he realises that too late, when the second pillow has already landed a foot away from Erik, who reaches for it triumphantly.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to fall back asleep now,” he says with mock worry, trying for Charles’s accent and failing spectacularly.

Which is even more annoying, because Charles knows that he can do better than that.

“Shut up.”

“Or what?”

Out of options and anything close enough to grab, Charles has nothing else to do but to use the top of his pyjamas as another projectile–this time it even hits its target, although Erik easily catches it, despite his obvious surprise. He’s no longer laughing and Charles counts it as a success, even though he knows that he has lost the fight. Perhaps it wasn’t his intention, but undressing clearly has at least managed to get Erik to stop being so smug about the whole thing.

With a long sigh, Charles entangles himself from the covers and jumps of the bed. He needs to shower to feel at least a bit human, and so he takes off towards their en suite, severely missing the warmth of his bed, even though he knows that he already is behind schedule, not that he would be willing to admit it out loud.

“If you’re done being infuriating, you can give me back my shirt,” he says, stopping in front of Erik, and he doesn’t miss the way his friend’s eyes drift lower down his chest before he manages to shake his head and look at the shirt in his hands.

“Why do you insist on sleeping in this atrocity?” He hands it to Charles, his eyes still locked on the offending item of clothing.

“It’s warm.” Charles shrugs. “And you know I'm getting cold at night.”

The smug look is back on Erik’s face. 

“Maybe I could just warm you up instead…” His voice is low again, and Charles truly hates how it makes his blood flow south.

Ignoring that sensation, he purses his lips, pretending to ponder the offer, but at the same time stepping quickly away, beyond Erik’s reach.

“A truly tempting offer, Mister Lehnsherr.” Charles throws a quick glance over his shoulder, about to open the door to the bathroom, and he can help but bat his lashes again, even as Erik rolls his eyes. “But for now… I believe I need to get ready.” Charles punctuates this statement with a not-exactly-apologetic smile and quickly slips into the bathroom.

As the door closes behind, he hears Erik muttering something under his nose, but a quick brush against his mind confirms that he’s only mildly annoyed.

“You’re insufferable,” he shouts through the closed door nonetheless, and Charles just laughs.

[magnetoisnotahappybunny]

everyday I pray for someone pick my bodyguard cherik AU prompt/idea and write a beautiful fic 🥹

[hopeslastchxnce]

Quick tag drop since tumblr decided to ERASE ALL OF MY TAGS.

ooc post.x

cerebro: welcome professor ( answered )

from the desk of charles xavier ( musings. )

( hc / charles xavier. )

( a  discourse. )

verse ┆ we need you to hope again ( charles xavier )

ic ┆ i believe true balance lies somewhere between rage and serenity ( charles xavier )

cerebro: welcome professor ( answered )

verse ┆ genosha royalty ( charles xavier )

»  isms  ┆  mankind is not evil; just uninformed ( character study )

( texting. )

if by my life or death i can protect you - i will ( beast )

if i could grant you peace of mind ( cherik isms. )

those with the greatest power protect those without ( charles xavier )

go fuck yourself ( wolverine )

they're an exceptional bunch of young people ( xmen united )

code name: professor x ( how may i help you? ) ask memes.

[gerec]

More from my Actors verse From Lovers to Friends and Back Again with Logan and Charles finally together and the two of them about to start shooting 'Days of Future Past' with Erik (Charles' ex).

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There’s giggling in his living room.

Giggling, and hushed whispers, coming from his agent and his PA; never a good way to start the day, as far as Logan is concerned. He pads down the hallway from his bedroom towards the kitchen, ignoring whatever shenanigans the two are getting up to in the other room. There’s a pot of freshly brewed coffee for which he’s exceedingly grateful, and he pours himself a large mug, grinning as he skims through the texts from Charles that had come through while he was asleep.

He checks the time now; it’s nine am in L.A. which makes it five pm in London, and that means Charles is likely just finishing up a long day of press interviews. It won’t be for a few more hours before he can call Logan from his hotel room to catch up – on how the press tour is going, and maybe have some long overdue video sex. Good thing he’s got nothing scheduled for today but his regular workout, because Charles has been gone for over two weeks now and Logan needs to see him and hear his voice, before he goes crazy and hops on a plane to England to surprise him.

Maybe he’ll do it anyway, and finally ask Charles to officially move in with him after a year of dating.  

(If it’d been up to Logan, they would have moved in together the day Charles finally asked him out on a proper date.)

Still, he understands the impulse on Charles’ end to take things slow, and to enjoy their time together without the specter of ‘what comes next’ hanging over the relationship. Logan however, is pretty much ride or die for Charles Xavier - and has been for most of the eleven years they’ve known each other - and doesn’t have any doubts about his long-term goal. He’s going to put a ring on it as soon as he finds the perfect moment, which is whenever Raven tells him her brother will actually say yes…

(Possibly after they finish the Days of Future Past shoot, assuming they both pass the Lehnsherr test.)

He snaps a picture of Wolverine and sends it to Charles, giving the chocolate lab a good scratch behind his ears as he drinks his coffee.

“I know big guy. I miss him too.”

The dog whines in agreement; he absolutely prefers Charles’ company and attention, even if he’s technically been Logan’s dog for the past five years. The beast is constantly flopping on top of his lover and asking for cuddles, and trails behind him from room to room and level to level. Kitty had joked once that Logan and Wolverine were equally enamored with Charles, and they’d have to learn to share him because Charles didn’t pick favorites.   

Logan didn’t tell her how right she was, and how often Wolverine sleeps with them in their bed.

He dumps the dregs of his coffee down the sink and puts the mug in the dishwasher, and goes to let the dog outside so he can do his business and run around in the yard. When he returns, Raven and Kitty have migrated into the kitchen, whispering and staring at their phones as they indulge their caffeine fix. There’s a funny look on Raven’s face when she turns to greet him, and the fact that she doesn’t sling an insult his way makes Logan freeze in his tracks. “What?”

“Read any headlines yet, boss?” Kitty asks, pouring entirely too much cream and sugar in her coffee. He’s given up on lecturing her about her terrible eating habits, because ‘he’s not her Dad, and he can’t tell her what to do when it’s not about work’.

“No,” he says, and absolutely does not like the look the two of them share over their mugs. “Am I going to see something that’ll piss me off?”

“Maybe,” Raven hedges, then sighs and taps something on her iPad before sliding it over to Logan. “A picture of Charles and Erik together went viral a few hours ago on social media, so the studio sent news out about ‘Days’ to ride the hype. They’re still going to do a proper announcement next week but it’s all over Twitter that a sequel to ‘First Class’ is coming with the original cast.”

Logan reads the headline and curses, dreading how much of a shitshow it’s going to be for all of them, now and in the foreseeable future.

XAVIER AND LEHNSHERR REUNITE FOR FIRST CLASS SEQUEL!

WILL LOVE BLOOM AGAIN FOR THE STARCROSSED LOVERS?