#charles xavier

[slagneto4life]

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[sofiaswrittendelusions]

“His to break, his to save.”

synopsis: “He pushed you, Caleb made him kneel.”

Warnings: Silly little unhinged Caleb 😍

The shove is small. Almost nothing.

But to Caleb, it’s everything.

You stumble against the cold wall, your hand gripping the edge for balance as the junior officer brushes past without so much as a glance. His tone is clipped, dismissive, dripping with condescension.

“Watch it,” he snaps, like you’re the problem.

You freeze, heat rising to your cheeks, your chest tightening—not just from the lingering ache of therapy, but from sheer indignation.

Before you can recover, before you can even open your mouth, the air shifts.

You feel it before you see it—an electric weight pressing down on the room, the hum of tension thick enough to drown out every other sound.

Caleb.

He’s standing just behind the officer, his frame casting an impossibly large shadow across the corridor. His uniform is pristine, the insignia of his rank gleaming like a warning. But it’s his face—the eerie calm of it, the glint of something feral in his dark eyes—that makes your stomach twist.

The officer notices too late.

“You.” Caleb’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and cold, like the first strike of a blade.

The officer turns, blinking in confusion. “Colonel?”

“Come with me.”

The words are simple, quiet, but there’s a weight to them that silences everyone in the hallway. The other personnel scatter instinctively, avoiding Caleb’s gaze like it might burn them alive.

The officer frowns, his confidence faltering. “I don’t—”

“Now.” Caleb’s tone doesn’t rise, but it doesn’t need to. There’s something in it—a promise, dark and unrelenting—that makes the man stiffen.

He glances at you, then back at Caleb.

“What’s this about?” he asks, trying to sound casual but failing.

Caleb doesn’t answer.

Instead, he steps closer, the air growing heavier, suffocating, as though gravity itself has turned against the room. His bionic fingers flex at his side with a faint, menacing whirr.

The officer swallows hard.

“Colonel, I don’t see why—”

“Move.”

The single word is a growl, low and venomous, and it’s enough to make the man flinch.

Caleb doesn’t wait for compliance. He turns sharply, striding toward a nearby storage room without sparing you a glance. The officer hesitates, glancing around for backup, but no one dares intervene.

The door hisses shut behind them.

The air inside the storage room is oppressive.

Caleb stands with his back to the door, his presence filling the space like a storm ready to break. His eyes lock onto the junior officer, sharp and unrelenting, and the silence stretches so long it feels like the walls themselves might collapse under the weight of it.

The officer shifts uncomfortably, the tension clawing at his throat. “Colonel, I really don’t—”

“Kneel.”

The command is quiet. Soft, almost conversational.

The man blinks, confused. “What?”

Caleb tilts his head, his lips curving into a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I said kneel.”

There’s no explanation. No preamble. Just the word, hanging in the air like an unspoken threat.

The officer’s confusion morphs into irritation. “Colonel, I don’t think—”

“Good,” Caleb interrupts, taking a single step forward. The floor seems to groan beneath him, the gravity in the room shifting ever so slightly. “I don’t need you to think. I need you to kneel.”

The officer scoffs, trying to mask his unease. “With all due respect, I don’t—”

The air snaps.

Suddenly, the man’s knees buckle, the invisible force slamming into him like a tidal wave. He collapses to the floor with a grunt, his hands bracing against the cold metal as he struggles against the weight pressing down on him.

“What the hell is this?!” he gasps, his voice cracking.

Caleb crouches in front of him, his smile widening into something predatory.

“This,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with mockery, “is where you belong.”

The officer’s arms shake, his breath ragged as he fights to lift himself, but the weight is too much. He’s pinned, helpless, as Caleb leans in closer.

“You shoved her.” Caleb’s voice is soft now, dangerously so. “You told her to watch it. Like she doesn’t matter. Like I wouldn’t know.”

The man stammers, his voice trembling. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“You did,” Caleb snaps, his bionic hand twitching at his side. “You meant every second of it. Now you’re going to apologize.”

“I’m sorry!” the officer chokes out, his face burning with humiliation.

Caleb’s head tilts further, his smile turning cruel.

“Louder.”

“I’m sorry!”

“Pathetic,” Caleb murmurs, his tone thick with mockery. “Do it again. This time, maybe pretend you have a spine.”

The man’s voice cracks as he repeats himself, louder, more desperate. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have—”

“Good boy,” Caleb purrs, standing to his full height.

The weight lifts suddenly, and the officer collapses fully, gasping for air.

Caleb doesn’t wait for him to recover. He turns toward the door, his voice cutting through the silence one last time.

“Crawl out of here,” he says flatly, not even looking back. “Before I change my mind.”

The officer doesn’t hesitate.

Caleb watches him scramble out, his grin sharp and unhinged, before stepping into the hallway where you wait, oblivious to what just happened.

He softens instantly when he sees you.

“Everything’s fine,” he murmurs, placing a gentle hand on your back as he guides you away. “No one will bother you again. I made sure of it.”

You don’t ask what he means.

And he doesn’t tell you.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

ID SCREAM SHAKE AND CRY IF YOU DRAW THAT MEME WITH THEM SHDJSHDJSB/POS

this is the closest we're gonna get to me drawing mpreg

[stinkrat-aleks]

these old men are doing too much

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

someone reccomend me a cherik fanfic like this and my life is yours

Characters that have never experienced affection before, or haven't experienced it in a long time, finally getting to experience it? Top tier.

Said character freezing up for a second, not really knowing how to respond, but not wanting it to stop? T o p t i e r.

Said character trying to clumsily return the affection in their own way, because this is Good and they don't want it to stop? T O P T I E R.

[caramelc0rgi]

Erik looks so proud of himself in the last gif meanwhile Charles looks so panicked😭😭 Charles can never catch a break

[inmymagnetoera]

🕯🕯🕯Let's manifest: Fassbender & McAvoy reunion in 2025.🕯🕯🕯

[wishchip106]

slides these across the table

plus extras

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[minusninelives]

“I was in his thoughts and he in mine.”

- Magneto, X Men ‘97

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

[theoperatonight]

divorce selfie!

[ham1bone]

They kiss when I close it ❤️

It's actually really sick, the extra stuff is definitely worth buying the physical copy.

[mrs-understoods-blog]

Cherik Domestic headcannons

Charles is afraid of the dark. Erik only sleeps in pitch black. Charles can sleep in the dark when Erik is there, but if Erik gets up he turns on a light immediately. Erik doesn't know it.

Erik goes for a long run every morning. He then showers and goes back and lays down and reads in bed until Charles gets on mornings he isn't doing anything.

On the topic of sleep, Charles has chronic insomnia and Erik falls asleep and wakes up on a rigid schedule. He goes to bed at ten and wakes up at 5. Charles goes to sleep whenever the fuck and wakes up hopefully never.

Erik is gay and Charles is bi. Charles likes to regularly remind Erik how much he also loves women's bodies whenever he is mad at Erik. Erik acts like he doesn't care (he cares deeply). Erik is slightly grossed out by women and tries to forget that Raven isn't a man.

Charles starts to cry when he gets to drunk. It's how you know he needs to go home. Erik gets silent when he is drunk. It is not a great combo.

Charles loves physical touch. Erik is touch-starved and also scared of overstepping so usually it means Charles is draped over Erik and Erik is slightly afraid.

Erik still eats kosher. Charles heard him think about it once and now makes sure all the staples of the house are kosher. He also has a designated kosher cabinet that Charles set up without telling him first.

Charles once pierced his own ear in college with Raven, a potato, and a safety pin. Erik discovered that once while kissing him and couldn't continue because he wanted to lecture Charles about how the needle should have been disinfected first. Nothing ended up happening that night.

Erik drinks black coffee. Charles drinks black tea. Neither of them will try the other.

Charles is a massive stoner, and Erik will never try it. He likes to be in control. Charles once got Erik to try it and Erik just zoned out for about 3 hours and Charles felt so bad once he was on earth again, he wrote Erik a 4 page apology letter.

Charles and Erik still say 'be safe I love you' even if they are off to fight each other.

[babybenn]

HEAR ME OUT :

AU where Erik is a renowned painter, and Charles is his timeless muse.

Across every lifetime, their paths inevitably cross and each meeting is a thread in a tapestry of love, passion, and creativity that transcends time itself.

Erik is the only one to ALWAYS remembers Charles, and yet he always falls harder for him.

Charles on the other end, NEVER remembers his past lives, but always feels attracted to that grumpy young man who he seems to see everywhere.

Their lives have never been calm. They have always been a complicated mixed of emotions, danger and uncertainty, but in the end, no matter what, they always seem to find each other.

In this fic we would follow their different encounters through the ages, from the Antiquity to the modern ages. And every time, Erik would end up creating a new work out of his love for Charles.

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I had this idea for about two months now and I really want to write this fic for my best friend’s birthday in about a month and a half, but I’m really afraid to not finish it in time, so I need people to tell me to write bc I’ll never do it otherwise LOL.

[mapofyourstars]

james mcavoy (source)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i didnt plan to spend my sunday this way