#and erik is a vampire because he needed a cape

[pullakori]

Cherik resurrection 2025

1. Left out in the cold

This was not how Charles had thought the night would go. He was supposed to be forgetting the stress from his thesis and the legal battle with his step father by drinking, flirting, making out and finding a comfortable bed of someone else’s to crash on. And he had been doing pretty good on that plan until ten minutes ago! But now, he was stuck outside of some fraternity building after 1 am on Halloween night.

As the cold started slowly to seep into his skin and bones, Charles found himself wishing that he had dressed as a sexy librarian like he had originally planned. At least he would be wearing more clothes than he currently was as a cupid. He cursed Raven in his head as he sat on the building stairs, trying to gather enough energy for the long walk home. 

At least he would get warmer as he started moving, he thought to himself, trying to pull the hem of the white toga lower, but not succeeding. He cursed Raven some more and then himself for letting her talk him into shortening the damn thing from the original length. It hadn’t been that long to begin with, but right now he would be grateful for every inch of extra cloth.

“Are you alright?” Charles didn’t know if it was because of his frustration or his slightly drunken state that he hadn’t noticed the stranger approaching. Felt his mind nor heard his steps. He turned to look up at the man with wide eyes and had to stop to take him in. He was tall and dressed in gothic clothing, with white shirt, deep maroon vest, dark trousers and a frilly white cravat. Instead of a jacket, he had a long maroon and black cape. Despite how covered the man was, the clothes left little for imagination, hugging and complementing his frame in the most delicious way. The man’s skin looked pale in the light of the street lamps and the sharpness of his cheekbones had been highlighted with some makeup. Maybe the unnatural paleness too, was a result of cosmetics.

His sharp eyes were staring intensely at Charles, his frown turning to a questioning rise of an eyebrow and suddenly Chalres realised that he had been staring for way too long.

“Ummm, yes, or no, I mean-” Charles forced himself to stop and think. Was he really going to bother this stranger with his unfortunate situation, even when there was not really anything he could even do about it? 

The stranger tilted his head to the side and a small smile was tugging his thin lips. Well, Charles thought, there was no harm with unburdening his heart a little.

“Well, in truth, I have been locked out.” Charles explained and nodded behind him towards the house. The stranger glanced at the door and then back to Charles.

“You live here?” He asked and Charles hurried to shake his head.

“No, I was here to party. I was thrown out.” He said and when the vampire gave him a suspicious look, he felt the need to defend himself. “Which was not my fault, just so you know.”

The man seemed amused by his answer.

“Oh, is that so?” He probed lightly, with some doubt in his voice. 

“Well, maybe slightly my fault.” Looking back, maybe his sultry behaviour in the party and slight drunken state might have compromised his judgement somewhat. But even then it had been a 10/90 situation. 20/80 at most! “But in my defence I didn’t know she had a boyfriend and she approached me. I learned that only after I had to dodge a drunken punch to the face.” It felt like he was making a court case for himself, but the stranger seemed to find amusement from his suffering.

“A trouble maker, I see” The vampire nodded with a small grin, before his look turned more curious. “Why are you still sitting here? You don’t seem so drunk that you can’t walk.” 

“I’m just gathering mental energy to start the long walk home.” He had just stopped banging the door few minutes ago and the sudden shift in the night’s plans had caused him the need to take a moment to gather himself.

“How long?” The stranger queried and Charles shrugged.

“Thirty to forty minutes.” He sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but had made peace with it as the conversation had gone on.

The vampire looked alarmed by Charles’ answer, consern colouring his voice.

“That long? While wearing that?” Charles noticed how the vampire’s eyes lingered on his exposed skin and without thinking about it too much, he stretched his legs a bit and leaned back on the steps.

“Something wrong with my costume?” He asked, feigning ignorance and smirking inwardly as he saw the other man swallowing thickly, some colour appearing on his cheeks, but barely noticeable. So it was makeup, Charles thought to himself.

The man managed to pull himself together in quite admiring time, however. Though his eyes still crept to glance at Charles’ body every now and then.

“That is a long way to walk in this weather and it’s only going to get even colder. Almost freezing.” He cautioned Charles, 

“Really?” That dampened Charles’ mood somewhat. He supposed the alcohol in his body had been keeping him little warmer this far, but if the night was about to turn even colder, his journey home would be very unpleasant indeed.  “Well, I’ll keep warm by moving.” He sighed, finally standing up and stepping down from the stairs. No reason to keep avoiding the inevitable.

The stranger watched him with intense eyes, and if someone had told Charles that he truly was a vampire, he might have believed them.

“You don’t have anyone you could call to pick you up? There is a phone booth just around the corner.” The man nodded towards the direction where the phone most likely was, but Charles shook his head.

“No. Everyone I know is having fun at other parties, who knows where.” Even Hank had for once in his lifetime agreed to join Alex, Sean and Armando for a long night of festivities. Wasn’t that just Charles’ luck…

“Then how did you get here?” The vampire wondered.

“I had a ride.” Charles explained, and continued before the other man was able to actually voice the new question in his head. “And I planned on getting one back in the morning.” That had never been a problem before, Charles thought sourly.

But there was no point crying over the spilled milk.

“I better get going.” Charles decided, nodding to himself and turning to look at the stranger, who was looking unsure now. “Thank you for your concern. I will be fine though.” He thanked him and walked past him, beginning his long and chilly journey home.

“If you need a place to crash,” The man’s voice made Charles stop and turn around in shock. “I have an extra mattress and live less than 10 minutes from here.” The offer sounded sincere, but Charles still couldn’t believe what he had heard.

The vampire seemed to sense his hesitation, because he hurried to reassure him.

“No strings attached.” He said, holding his hands up. “I just don’t want to hear in the news tomorrow about how someone found a cupid frozen to death.” Under the unserious tone, there was actual concern of Charles’ well being. But just to make sure Charles wasn’t going to be killed tonight…

Charles moved two of his fingers to his temple for focus and as carefully as he could in his slightly drunken state, used his power to look into the vampire’s mind and his intentions. Reading thoughts under influence wasn’t dangerous, unlike trying to control someone, which was the reason Charles hadn’t tried to make someone let him in before.

He was almost thrown out by the mental shields that rose up to meet his probing, like metallic security doors. There was a moment of alarmed surprise in the vampire’s face, but then realization. The barriers lowered themselves and the stranger gestured at his head.

“Oh, right. Feel free to check.” The vampire said and Charles was a bit surprised by the ready acceptance of his mutation. But with the permission, he scanned the stranger’s, Erik Lehnsherr, intentions and found no ill will there, only concern, protectiveness and intrigue. 

Happy to know that he didn’t have to walk all the way home and that he could spend the rest of the night with this curious man, Charles lowered his hand and smiled at Erik.

“Sorry about that, I promise I didn’t dig too deep.” Charles assured, but Erik shook his head.

“Not at all. It’s good to know that you seem to possess some self-preservation instincts.” The cheeky answer made Charles’ jaw drop slightly. The nerve!

“You got an impression I didn’t?” He questioned, slightly offended, but mostly amused.

Erik shrugged, not looking apologetic in the slightest.

“Considering that you were stuck outside in that outfit because you were making out with someone else’s girlfriend. It crossed my mind.”

“I told you, I didn’t know!” Charles insisted, although some colour started to heat his cheeks. “And you are one to talk about outfits! You are the one wearing a bloody cape!” He accused, pointing at the said garment.

His attack against Erik’s fashion sense seemed to take the other man aback.

“What is wrong with capes?” He sounded almost offended, frowning as he took hold of the cape and lifted it up a bit with his right hand.

“What isn’t wrong with them? They make you look like a comic book supervillain for starters.” Charles pointed out and his arms crossed, but his tone was more joking again. And the same mirth was mirrored in Erik’s expression too.

“I rather enjoy having a cape. They give an outfit a slash of…” He paused and threw the cape, making it flare behind him. “drama.” Erik finished and Charles had to roll his eyes as he tried to hold in laughter.

“Here I thought you were all broody and mysterious, but I’m starting to realize you are actually just a dork.” He teased and was delighted when the man let out a full chested laugh.

“Additionally…” Erik said as he got his breath back and brought his hand on top of the buckle that kept the cape on his shoulders. It came undone like it was magic, or by mutation, and with one smooth movement the other mutant wrapped it around Charles, surrounding him in sudden warmth that almost made him melt. “capes keep you warmer.” The last part was murmured so close to Charles’ ear that he could feel the warm breath tingling it.

He would have been lying, if he said that his legs didn’t go little weak from it.

But, too soon Erik stepped back and gestured at the road.

“Shall we?” He asked and with a nod from Charles, they started to walk towards Erik’s apartment. The cape was slightly uncomfortable, considering that Charles already had wings and quiver on his back, but it was a small price to pay for the warmness.

“So, should I call you Dracula or..?” Charles asked after a moment of silence.

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t find my name in my mind when you were digging around there.” Erik glanced at Charles with a smile and a raised eyebrow, causing Charles to cough from getting called out like that. Though Erik’s non-judgemental attitude towards his telepathy was quite refreshing. 

“Sure, but it is more polite to ask about it aloud.” He said and offered his own hand. “I’m Charles Xavier, I study genetics and I have to say that you have a very groovy mutation yourself, my friend.” He started, leveling the playing field. Erik took Charles’ hand and gave it a firm but small shake.

“Erik Lehnsherr, engineering. And my mutation is magnetism.” He explained and immediately Charles’ mind was filled with dozens of questions he wanted to ask the other. But for now, he let Erik’s hand go and smiled even more broadly at the other.

“Well Erik, I feel like this is the start of something amazing, my friend.”

[plumbogs]

Erik Swain's round was next, but since he graduated I will do the second half of his after moving him in downtown. So it's onto this household, where Melody immediately starts the semester off strong.

She does actually get to researching after her wake and bake whimsical morning bubble blowing session. the llama intrudes but her focus is strong.

this is such a lovely peaceful morning tbqh she kinda has it made.

oh yeah beau lives here now. he tries to craft a delicious plate of grilled cheese and ignores the llama as well.

Nobody went to class today because I didn't feel like sending them out plus there was enough going on. besides look at him he's having fun :) he's just one point away from having maximum enthusiasm in music.

an unexpected change of heart? perhaps. Maybe he won't have to worry about that whole "tricking him into trying a special basement wine and sealing the wall" thing after all.

i almost forgot halloween costumes. he's some kind of vampire or something. because he's gothic and whatever. he has a cape and he knows what he's doing

they make me sick.

did i give him a dog costume explicitly because I want to see if the accessory ears and werewolf ears stack and i think it is very hilarious? yes

i had no clue what outfit would fit a dog costume that wasn't getting too weird with it, so he's in this now. it calls to mind one of these:

Melody is going as a VHS 80s jazzercise dance video instructor. she's kinda killing it honestly.

he gets right into hacking his grades again and doesn't get caught this time. they'll never catch the hacker vampire. he'd do numbers on schreknet

she needs that mechanical point anyway. might as well fix this clog. She might also manage to graduate with honors this semester as long as the various bad influences in her life don't win over. unfortunately the worst influence shares a wall with her.

[soulnottainted]

hiya! can you tell me a bit about your Adopted By Monsters AU please

AU April!

@hedone26

Of course!!

So as a baby i was left on the steps of Dracula's castle. All the monsters basically live there as roommates. Dracula found me outside the doors,and wasn't going to bother with me, but the Bride of Frankenstein saw me, and immediately grew attached. She got extremely protective in an instant, and Dracula knew that they had to keep me, or else the Bride would throw a fit.

Dracula is actually the one who mostly raised me. Not to say that the other monsters didn't, but Frankenstein and his Bride were still learning things themselves about acting human. Erik? No, he doesn't do children. Especially babies. But he does secretly warm up to me.

Dracula might be the king of all vampires and pretty much all monsters, but if you saw him in the middle of the night, he'd be feeding me a late night baby bottle and is a pro at it. Also he knows the trick to get me to fall asleep. If there isn't a blanket around he just uses the rest of his cape to cover me.

As I grow up into a little kid, I become a bright but shy kid. Going out into the human village is rare, but supplies are needed to take care of me. Normally, uncle Jack Griffin, aka the invisible man, would have to take me out because he looks the most normal. Of course we still get stares because of his bandages and chaotic behavior. Don't get me started when I had to get my own pair of glasses. We always turn heads. And I'm sure most of the village people know where we come from because nobody comes from the road that takes people to Dracula's castle. So usually people stare, or get way as quickly as possible.

When I'm little, I become curious about Erik's organ playing and ask politely if I can watch him. And I melt his heart instantly. He pats a seat next to him and I watch in awe as he teaches me scales.

As I grow up, I also teach the Bride and The Monster how to talk.

[gerec]

Vampire AU - Cherik, Xavierine

Another AU that I started for Rare Pairs and never finished; here’s 1300 words about pining vampire!Erik, human!Charles and vampirehunter!Logan :D

Pairing: Logan/Charles, implied Erik/Charles Warning: Non graphic violence mentioned

Some of this was already posted as an answer to ask, but there’s more of it here :D

And here’s a link to the first snippet I posted - a Charles/Jean centric historical powered au!

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Perhaps it was a little fitting, Erik conceded, that they were meeting here of all places; tucked away in the warren of catacombs beneath the City of Lights. It was more for sentiment than any real need, for the coven had a perfectly functional penthouse overlooking the River Seine. No, they were meeting here because Shaw liked walking amongst the dusty old bones, lording his immortal status over the uncaring dead. It served too, as a way to remind his children and theirs of a long and shared history, while blithely ignoring the discontent brewing within.

Erik would happily volunteer to lop off the bastard’s head, if he didn’t have other, more deserving enemies to slaughter.

The others filed out one by one, until Erik was left alone inside the hollowed room with his maker. His eyes drifted to the candelabra with its dancing flames, and then down to the half a dozen empty bottles on the table. Though it hadn’t sated him for over three hundred years, Erik still ate food and drank wine on rare occasions, evoking memories of a pleasure he no longer felt but couldn’t entirely relinquish.

It rankled that he was so like Shaw in this way, unwilling to give up the vestiges of humanity, and all that had once made him Erik. But where he longed to find the man that still lived inside the monster, Shaw had no such qualms about his nature. He saw himself as god to their weak human prey and acted accordingly, using his vast resources to influence the affairs of mankind. In this way Shaw remained closely connected to the times – no matter that he’d lived hundreds of years already before their fateful meeting.

It meant that he had access to information that most of them couldn’t easily obtain. And that made Shaw a necessary evil, with Erik doomed to live forever in his shadow.

I know you, Erik. I know what you are. But there’s still good in you too. I felt it.

He pushed the stray memory away, digging sharp nails into his palms until he felt the blood ooze through his fingers. Now was not the time to think about him, and how much his heart still twisted and ached, over a man Erik had no business ever befriending in the first place.

“Erik, my boy,” Shaw said, and he bristled at the faux sympathy that colored his honeyed words. “I wish there was more I could do to help you. I can see that you’re still hurting from the loss of that human--”

“Leave it, Shaw.” He had no patience for lies tonight, not when he knew just how much the man had hated Erik’s…hated Charles Xavier. “Tell me what you want, so I can get the hell away from this place.”

Away from you was what he meant, and of course they both knew it, though Shaw was happy to ignore Erik’s rage and defiance, as pointless now as it had been the day he was turned. It would have been better to die with the rest of his family, though Erik came to realization much too late. No, Shaw would never let him forget that Erik had chosen his destiny; that he was the one to go down on his knees, and beg the caped stranger to take him away.    

“I have information,” Shaw intoned, deliberately drawing things out to get a rise out of his protégé. “Information I know you’ve been searching for these past few months—”

“You know who killed him?”  

Shaw smirked, and patted Erik on the shoulder. “I do. As it turns out, the Professor was murdered by one of his own.”

He stilled, and fixed his eyes on Shaw’s ageless face. “Who was it?” he snarled. “Was it Howlett?”

“Xavier’s lover? No.” Shaw poured himself another glass and sniffed at the wine delicately, oblivious to the way Erik’s blood burned and his insides raged. “Nathaniel Essex, their resident doctor. Some rivalry over research, from what I understand. He knew about you, so he made you the scapegoat. Now the Order thinks that you killed him, Erik. Drained his blood and then burned everything to get rid of the body.”

“I would never—” Erik bit his lip and exhaled harshly, until he could speak again without screaming. “Is he still there? Essex?”

“Still at their headquarters in London, yes,” Shaw answered, “and surrounded by at least twenty vampire hunters. I don’t think I have to tell you that it would be suicide, hm? If you try to take them on by yourself.”

“I’ll take Emma, and Azazel too,” he said, already making plans in his head, and a list of what they would need – surveillance equipment, weapons, explosives – to get them inside. “Summers is powerful but imprecise, and McCoy holds back too much when he’s fighting. McTaggert, Cassidy, and the rest of the others…we can handle them.”

“What about the boyfriend? Howlett,” Shaw said blithely, knowing full well how Erik felt about the man and the number of altercations they’ve had over Charles. “That one has a healing mutation that makes him tough to kill. Perhaps a diversion would be the better strategy there.”

“Or you could come with me, and help me kill them all.”

Shaw chuckled, and wrapped an arm around Erik’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your revenge, dear boy,” he demurred, managing to sound almost genuine in his sympathy for Erik’s plight. “And besides, Xavier’s life meant nothing to me. I did my part by getting you a name. The rest I’m afraid, is entirely up to you.”

“Fine,” he snapped briskly, shrugging Shaw’s arm away, disappointed though not surprised by the answer. Shaw made no secret of his disdain for humans after all, not even the ones like Howlett and his team who had powers that made them dangerous to their kind. “Then tell me what I owe you for this information. I don’t want the debt hanging over my head.”

Shaw tsked. “You are my child, dear boy; the closest thing I have to a son. And when the time comes you’ll be the one to take my place at the head of this coven. What I do for you, I do out of love, Erik, so there will be no more talk about debts.” Then he smiled and added, “I think it will be quite some time before we see each other again, hm? Perhaps the next time we meet you’ll have put all of this ugly business behind you.”

Erik sneered. “Going somewhere, Shaw? Is it to plot world domination again or something a little more manageable?”

He didn’t like the way Shaw’s eyes gleamed in the low light of the cavern, icy blue pin pricks that seemed to mock Erik’s petty defiance. “Nothing quite so grand,” his maker said with a wave of his hand. “Some…personal business to attend to, and then some time to enjoy what this new century has to offer.”

The shiver down his spine was entirely unexpected, given the benign response, though Erik knew he could never trust what was behind Shaw’s words or intentions. Still, he had business that was more important than uncovering whatever mischief his maker was scheming; Erik just hoped it wouldn’t get in the way of his own plans.

“Then it’s goodbye.” He grabbed his coat and slipped into it deftly, pulling the hood over his head. “Let’s not see each other again anytime soon.”

Shaw’s wry chuckle followed as he headed to the tunnel exit, and words he would have missed if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing;

“As you wish, dear boy.”

Erik grunted in disgust, determined to put all thoughts of the conniving old bastard right out of his head. So he turned his thoughts to the Order, and to exacting revenge, and to Charles’ smiling face the last time he called Erik ‘old friend’.

He was going to rip Essex’s heart out with his bare hands.