#i miss charles so much <- erik probably but also me

[ezra-editss]

Just watched X-men Apocalypse. What the hell.

Okay, so I kinda have a take on all this and idk if that's just how it feels to me, but that's what I wanna know. (I don't think this actually happened, but it's the vibes it is all giving)

So it started when I told my mom about First Class (keep reading I'm gonna get to apocalypse eventually) and we came to the conclusion that it feels like they wrote the script, looked at it again and thought:

"Hmm, this seems pretty gay.. Erik and Charles both have no female love interests and they have those lines that seem pretty romantic. Also, Erik seems almost obsessed with Charles at the end with how overprotective he is. Let's fix that!"

And then they gave both of them a kiss with a woman they weren't interested in and added the line "We're brothers, you and I" and then were proud of how well they "saved" it.

And then they made Days of Future Past and didn't even think of it, but when it came out they saw how people were shipping it and then they were like "oh shitt"

And in the first hour of the movie, I thought they were just doing all of this stuff to "erase" any potential gayness people thought there was and wanted to make sure nobody got the wrong idea about the recent movies. But it was more the reminder they like women, before the EXTREME GAYNESS in the second half.

(This is getting so much more unserious than initially intended💀)

Anyways, Apocalypse.

Either I missed something or Erik settling down and HIDING makes NO SENSE. In the last timeline it was 100% clear that he'd never stop believing in what he did, he would never stop fighting his war. So yes, this is a different timeline, but there is no reason given why he suddenly decides to try Charles way. He failed in Days of Future Past and Charles let him go, but there is no way that's enough. And they played this off like that isn't the thing they both wanted since forever and never seemed possible. Being on the same side. Erik switching to Charles side is insane, why wouldn't he talk to Charles in all those years then?

I can't believe they threw away everything that IS Erik, just so he had a reason to be angry enough to join the guy.

(They also died in such a weird/lame way)

And Charles and I still don't really know her name😭.. I have to admit the scenes where Charles was nervous were cute, but that's just because Charles is adorable. But in First Class she was obviously only there for the plot, in Days of Future Past, she wasn't even mentioned and in Apocalypse, she was, again, only there for the plot. She literally doesn't say anything the entire movie after the beginning. She has like two lines. And in the end fight, she's just standing there. And then Charles makes her remember and the flashbacks are soo bad, BC THEY HAD NO MOMENTS. (Especially bc you can compare it to Erik's flashbacks, we're gonna get to that)

(I don't think I have to say it, but to be sure. I have absolutely nothing against straight couples. I don't care if it's gay or not. But if one of them were a woman, I wouldn't be writing this. I just hate how often they prefer to write a heterosexual couple that has no chemistry at all instead of making the two guys/girls kiss.)

Let's talk about the ending. Sometimes when I talk about this stuff I'm a little worried that I interpret things wrong bc I want it to be like that and I'm not being objective anymore, but I was proven right so many times in this. When Mystique and Erik kissed in First Class, it felt really weird to me because Erik obviously had no interest in her. (I suppose it was to show her she's beautiful) And that was pretty much proven right when she talks to him and he barely reacts to what she's saying. I also thought that he probably didn't know Charles was dying, bc he wouldn't let that happen. Then Mystique says "Charles" and suddenly he does show a reaction and when she's gone, he has those god damn flashbacks. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS ISN'T A ROMANTIC PLOT?😭 and then the specific one of Charles turning away and leaving him. (Could be a metaphor for Charles giving up on him) THAT'S WHAT GOT HIM.

And they make it even more clear when Mystique is dying and Erik doesn't react, but when Charles is dying, is when he steps in.

Ending was cute, but damnn the "you can make me do anything" was crazy.

(This turned out soo long, I've never been so obsessed with something.)

[anithemonsterlover]

hmm call me an Erik apologist all you want, but after thinking it well, i think the complaints people have about "sexy phantoms" and how "adaptations never adapt POTO well, they romanticize the story too much, it's a horror story not a romance" are kinda...unfounded?

Yeah you can make a potential argument about adaptations missing the mark, removing the deformity from Erik (which shapes Erik's whole character), and that...But also...how much is this true, and how much this has been exaggerated by really one or modern interpretations?

And i wonder...is it really? Phantom has had such a number of different adaptations all over the years, from different creative minds, and each of them presented a different view on Erik. Do most of them not adapt the book? Yes (as in no birth deformity, no Daroga, no scorpion or grasshopper, etc etc). Do they really change the main themes and mood presented in the novel, turning it more erotic? Are really all adaptations with a "sexy Erik and cucked Raoul!", as critics state? Heem, let's take a look.

We'll mostly analyze the big film adaptations, since Phantom has been told over and over again in different books, comics, videogames, tv shows, and it would take us A LOT to go through every one (also let's be realistic...we have to analyze the most "well known" Phantom adaptations so to see if the critics' words hold some water. I don't think it would make much sense to point out a Phantom adaptation that has these elements but like...only four people know of it lol)

Lon Chaney...Nope. Erik was still deformed, and the few sympathetic traits he has were erased to give him a boring clichéd "kill the monster" ending, going against what the book stated, where Erik dies of a broken heart and not lynched (curiously, how the same people that go "we must portray the book accurately, not show him sympathetically" don't mind this change, huh)

Claude Rains...Nope. Still ugly, dies by the end. No sexuality. Even the "love triangle" element is changed so that it focuses on Christine and her being annoyed by the two Raouls.

Herbert Lom...Still ugly and dies. This adaptation even cuts his attraction to Christine yet keeps his obsession with music, even cuts down his biggest crimes to lay it on the hands of his sidekick (imo this is probably the most "sympathetic" Phantom, imo, since he's interpreted as an artist who had his art stolen, only wanting to "get back" at the thieves; but nobody talks of him when discussing sympathetic Phantoms)

Phantom of the Paradise...Still ugly, loses, but like Herbert Lom, redeems himself through death.

Maximillian Schell...Ugly, dies by the end.

Cartoon - Ugly, dies, Christine doesn't go with him. This is the most book accurate novel but in another angle, haha (Daroga is here, death's head, abusive mother...not exactly what the smart ass critics want ;)).

Robert Englund...Ugly, loses, doesn't get Christine...In fact I'd claim this is probably the most villainous version of Erik, turning him into more of a Freddy Krueger clone than the complicated character Erik truly is. Really amps up the horror for all those "IT'S A HORROR STORY" smart-ass critics if they're so desperate for an "accurate" version (Erik didn't flay people in the novel, iirc, so, so much for "being accurate to the novel"!)

ALW-verse / the musical / Gerard Butler film / Love Never Dies / Phantom of Manhattan (i'm placing all of this in the same venue because basically, it's really the same universe / canon, ergo we're really talking about the same intrepretation / the same creator). Ugliness is there, but sorta downplayed...This verse often ends with Erik and Christine getting together...yup, this is the one version where the criticism is legit.

Charles Dance / Yeston Kopit musical / Takarazuka (again, same universe, same creator, same interpretation). Possibly the nicest Erik yet, but he's still deformed, and he still doesn't get Christine. He's sympathetic, a little romantic, but I don't think it's on the same league as the sexuality present in Point of no Return's lyrics or Gerard Butler's open puffy shirts.

Susan Kay's novel - This one is interesting because it takes a lot from the musical (i'd argue even more from that than the novel), and then influenced the musical and future iterations of it (this novel amps up the sexy angle A LOT), so I'm not sure to categorize it as its own thing or added to the musical verse. But, still...it follows the plot points from ALW (and elements we see in future installments of ALW's POTO, like the secret child, first appeared in Kay, i think, based on publication dates), yet Erik is still hideous, but his sexuality is present in the novel...as well as his murderous tendencies. This is the one version that combines elements of both horror and sex, imo.

Dario Argento - for fuck's sakes, nobody likes this version, lol, and even the normies don't know of it. BUT ANYWAY, IF WE'RE GONNA MAKE THE COMPARISON....Not deformed, "gets Christine", in a way, but woof this version also amps up the horror and has the most unlikable Erik of them all imo.

And everything else...Do people really care or know about those versions? Wishbone's or the other musicals, or the ass long number of books? Not really...

So really...the number of Phantom adaptations that have a "sexy, romantic" Erik can be chalked up to 2-3...against all the other adaptations that keep the horror elements or have Erik still looking horrible. And the great majority of them keep it in canon with the original ending- ea Erik dies and Christine goes with Raoul (it's really only Kay's novel and LND that have the "sexy Erik cucks Raoul" interpretation...and LND has always always always been mocked and rejected by the fans)

So it's people really throwing a tantrum over the ALW version being popular, really. (And i'm really curious how they don't mind when Erik is turned more villainous, like in Lon Chaney or Robert Englund's version, even though those are also inaccurate to the novel. (Erik wasn't a sexy doomed hero, no, but he also wasn't this Freddy Krueger bastard.) Funny that).

[gerec]

Do you have any fics to rec about Cherik rekindling their marriage or being divorced and getting back together? You can lump them both in one post, I’m just in the mood for some hopeful fluff with an angsty past today :’)

Let me tell you, Anon, there are SO MANY 'Beach Divorce' related fics in this fandom but not a whole lot of ACTUAL marriage/divorce/getting back together ones!!! I hope the ones on this list will serve you well!!!

Lonesome On the Shelf by ikeracity (WIP)

After three years of marriage, Charles has to admit that his relationship with Erik has significantly cooled off. These days, they're barely ever home at the same time and it seems like every conversation they have turns into an argument. Charles misses the way they used to be, misses the spontaneous dinner parties and the surprise morning sex and the wake up calls in the early mornings to catch the sunrise. But it's going to take two of them to fix this marriage, and some days, it seems as if all Erik wants is to be rid of him.

The Purrfect Gift by friendlytikek

“...I love you, you know.”

The silence is painful, but eventually, Erik replies, “I love you too. Goodnight, Charles.”

It sounds as if he’s reading the line from a script - monotonous, saying it only because he should, not because he wants to. A lump rapidly forms in Charles’ throat, and then he wraps his arms around himself and works to fall asleep.

(Their marriage is falling apart and they don't know how to fix it, but three little kittens might just save the day.)

Mr & Mr Eisenhardt by faerie_ground

“Now,” Mr Howlett says, and clicks his irritatingly pink pen. “How happy are you with your marriage? On a scale of one to ten.”

“Eight,” Charles says.

“That’s a rubbish scale,” Erik says. “You can’t fucking measure happiness on a scale. How are we supposed to know how much happiness differs between each number? What, are we just supposed to guess? Also, does one mean most happy or least happy? Also-”

Charles closes his eyes and looks like he wants to suffocate himself using one of the cushions.

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Charles Haller and Erik Eisenhardt meet at a bar, fall in love, and get married. Neither of them know that the other is an assassin working for a rival agency- but they're about to find out real soon.

the things you love don't last by faerie_ground

Charles Xavier's marriage crumbles around him. He can do nothing but watch.

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We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven (the things you love don't last remix) by hllfire

Charles hands Erik the signed divorce papers, but Erik has changed his mind. Too late, it seems. All he can do is go forward with the divorce. A year later, Charles comes back, and Erik can't help but wanting to see him. The only problem is things don't go like Erik had planned.

Note: Read both for the breakup and reconciliation!

out of my league by roachvibes (WIP)

Charles Xavier leads an extraordinary career in professional soccer until an injury leaves him with no choice but to retire into coaching. When he unexpectedly encounters his ex-husband at a national football conference, the two are forced to reconcile their differences on human-mutant coexistence—and parenting.

Mr & Mr. Xavier-Lehnsherr by JackyJango

If you ask his late sister, she'd probably say that Charles had always had the hots for the bad boys.

Maybe it's true. Maybe that's how Charles had ended up willingly in their marriage bed. Maybe it's the ease with which Erik fights that had drawn Charles to him-- the confidence with which he uses his body to ensure maximum destruction, the fluidity with which he flares phasers as though they were an extension of his arm. Maybe Charles had been attracted to the grace with which Erik wielded his physical form in a way Charles would never be able to in his field of work. Maybe it's the aura that swirls around Erik for being the best mercenary on the planet. Or, maybe it’s just the roguishly handsome figure Erik cuts in a leather jacket and aviators with a cigarette caught loosely between his thin lips. The thing is, Charles doesn't know. And that's a tad antithetical coming from a man who had made knowing everything his job.

Lost and then Found by Gerec

Erik Lehnsherr is a detective in the NYPD, happily married for four years to Charles Xavier, Professor of Genetics at Columbia University. At least that's what he thinks when he wakes up in a hospital bed, arm broken and head swathed in bandages, his mother Edie holding his hand. A lot of things happened that he doesn't remember...the most important being the fact that he's no longer married to Charles.

[star-lights-up]

Help me choose my next fanfic series!!

Hear Me Out, my current cherik AU, is winding to a close. While I do have about 3 other WIPs, I want to choose a new project too! Because why not!! (plus I'm almost done with one of them)

So, I've got a bunch of explanations for some AUs I've been pondering (below the poll).... read through, and then choose your favorite!!

Boy Bands AU:

The Brotherhood and The X Men are two "rival" bands under the same record label, generally pitted against each other to create media attention.

This would either be an actual enemies to lovers, where Charles and Erik, as the frontmen of their respective bands, are always fighting... until they're not, and they realize that their manager, Sebastian Shaw, is up to no good.

OR they're enemies in public, secretly already in love, but their awful, honestly kind of abusive manager Sebastian Shaw would be absolutely livid if he found out, so they're going to great lengths to protect the secret (obviously, they're found out, and chaos ensues)

Includes: Dancing, singing, both of them discovering thirst trap edits of them online, Sebastian Shaw being the Worst Person Ever, great outfits + makeup, drama, hidden relationship (either way), and probably a playlist of songs that they "made" because I'm too lazy to write lyrics for them to sing, so I will be stealing songs.

Hogwarts AU ("The Dare List"):

It's the group's last year at hogwarts, and they want to go out with a bang! So, they make a list of dares, and partner up. Whichever pair completes the most dares by the end of the year wins.

Obviously, Charles and Erik pair up -- they've been best friends forever. But Charles kind of wants to admit his feelings for Erik before it's too late, and as the dares get increasingly dangerous and the trauma bonding begins, he begins to wonder if Erik feels the same...

Includes: Me trying really hard to pretend I actually finished reading harry potter, first class kids and their hijinks, probably a few minor ships like hank/raven and alex/darwin, them sneaking into the prefect bathroom to use the hot tub, lots of fluff and chaos, ravenclaw!Charles and slytherin!Erik, also we respect slytherins in this household no way they're ALL evil lmao, Erik's certainly not, pranks, detention, and general chaos. Oh, and did i mention chaos?

Outer Banks (OBX) AU:

In the outer banks, there's two kinds of people: Kooks, and Pogues. kooks with multiple houses, pogues with multiple jobs. Erik's a pogue -- and even though it bugs him that the kooks always, always win, he's generally happy. At least, he was... until his mother went missing at sea, six months ago, looking for hidden treasure.

She's not dead. She can't be.

So Erik starts hunting for the gold -- and ends up needing the help of his best friend's brother, Charles Xavier, kook prince, to find it.

Literally just a cherik-ified version of OBX. Probably not the whole series, just snapshots that you can figure out the plot from. I'm not doing every second of every episode, that's too much.

We have: Raven as Kie, Erik as John B, the other first class kids as the other pogues, Charles as Sarah, his stepfather as Ward, Edie as Big John, Shaw as Mr. Singh. Also, I'm only going to go to season 3 if i make this, since I don't feel like doing the blackbeard arc or whatever.

Includes: adorable wedding vows + nicknames, beachy fluff, lots of angst, what's probably going to be an unfortunate mischaracterization of Edie I'm sorry, first class kids hijinks, charles being a sweetheart and a spoiled brat at the same time, Erik with long-ish hair, surfing.

That's it! Go choose! Thank you <33

[kitkatt0430-recommends]

My perusal of old FFnet favorites continues on. I've been pretty pleased to find so many cross posted to Ao3, though occasionally I'll find one that started to get cross posted and, sadly, was never completed. But I can still bookmark the completed external version and keep an eye on the incomplete versions in hope that, one day, they'll get the rest of the chapters added after all.

Double Crossing by JessaLRynn - Ten and Rose run into Seven and Ace at a Star Trek convention. Throw in some actual aliens, a missing prince, and disguised weapons dealers and it's just another Tuesday for these four, really.

A Ten/Rose (with some Seven/Rose too) fic now with a follow up Eight/Rose story. Double Crossing shows as much love to Star Trek as it does Doctor Who and it's a wild ride from start to finish. I was glad to find it over on Ao3 where it's rated T.

KOTOR: Revan's Second Chance by VMorticia - Revan remembers who he is after the escape from the Endar Spire; not everything, but enough. And while he no longer has the ambition to be a Dark Lord of the Sith, Revan knows two things. Admitting he remembers who he is would be a terrible idea and… what happened to Malak is his mess to clean up.

It's an unusual premise (especially for a fic following the game's light side path) and one I really enjoyed. Revan can be at times charming or an ass, but he does care a great deal about others. So it's easy to see the Jedi he used to be and the Sith he became in the person he is now. I was unable to find it on Ao3, so this one is linked to FFnet. It's rated T and the ship is eventually Bastila/Revan.

The Adventures of Ten, Rose, and Jack by SanguineInk - The series starts with Two Months, in which the Doctor and Rose show up before the ghosts start showing up and run straight into Torchwood One. Which is when Jack shows up, just in time to help fight some Torchwood One flunkies and some Cybermen too.

A four part series with Ten/Rose and Ten, Rose, and Jack friendship that starts as a Doomsday fix-it and grows from there. It's a lot of running, drama, and fun, so it really captures the feel of the show. I read the first three over on FFnet years ago, so I'm thrilled to find there's actually a fourth fic in the series now that I've rediscovered it on Ao3.

Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873 - After losing the duel on Mustafar, Obi-Wan wakes in the past right as Anakin walks into his life for the first time. And Obi-Wan is determined to ensure things won't happen the same way around this time.

While this did start to get cross-posted on Ao3 back in 2016, looks like it was never completed there. The version I've linked to is on FFnet, which is complete. While I do wonder why it didn't get finished when crossposted to Ao3, I'm glad the FFnet version is still around because this is probably my favorite time traveling Obi-Wan fic out there. It's rated K+ and is gen, with a focus on Obi-Wan's relationships with Qui-Gon and Anakin.

Fools Rush In by LoveSupreme - X-Men AU where Erik runs a coffee shop and has a bit of a crush on a handsome man who passes by every day. It wouldn't have come to anything, until one day Annoying Cappucino Lady drags her cute friend Charles into Erik's shop.

It's on Ao3 now and has a whole series!!! I don't remember this one strongly but I do remember it being cute. So having even more story now makes me pretty excited. It's not rated on Ao3, but it's probably about a T? I don't remember anything warranting an M in there, though I could be wrong. And the ship is, of course, Charles/Erik.

Charlotte Francine Xavier by Blind_Author - A rewrite of X-Men First Class, where Charles Xavier is now Charlotte. And though much stays the same… so much is changed too.

I was excited to find this one on Ao3 too. A lot of the beats here are the same as in the movie, but the fic also does a good job of distinguishing itself from the movie's plot too. Obviously its a genderswap fic and the ship is Charlotte/Erik. Rated Explicit and I do remember it earns that rating pretty hard and it has some darker elements to it than the movie did.

If I Knew You Then: Part 1 by Ruchira - When Tom and B'Elanna meet at the Academy, years before Voyager is lost in the Delta Quadrant, it completely changes their lives.

The first of four fics following Tom and B'Elanna from the Academy to their eventual arrival on Voyager; while they end up stranded in the Delta Quadrant on Voyager in the end, just like in canon, how they get there changes radically. It's Tom/B'Elanna for the ship and all the fics are rated T. I wasn't able to find them on Ao3, but they're all still up on FFnet.

[tonystarkfucksaround]

Good lord I’m SO pissed at myself like you guys have no idea wtf why can’t I join the fun at appropriate time period instead of ten years later smh

Anyway uh. Is cherik fandom even alive? Any active blogs? Events? Maybe a discord? I already followed a bunch of blogs but if you’re actively into it help a girl out, I feel like I missed so much that I’m now feverishly comsuming everything I can get my hands onto and I’d love to follow/interact/(chat? if anyone wants?) more!!

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Thoughts

kind of wondering what would happen if you had several different versions of Erik living with you at the same time. I kind of feel like Kerik and Merik would get along with each other, whilst (ironically) Kerik and Lerik would not. Cherik tries to get along with everyone, and as such, gets to spend more time with you than the others, making them all jealous.

Making a group chat with them all to keep track of everyone, plus to make sure the others don’t get jealous over you texting one of them more often than the other three. The others always end up fighting about something or other, so you and Cherik just play cup pong in between the text breaks of the others cursing each other out, and when Lerik, Kerik, and Merik notice, they turn into the biggest drama queens imaginable. They’ll whine and cry about how Cherik is your favorite, and that you need to spend more time with them! And then they immediately start arguing about who gets your time first. Sometimes you and Cherik can convince Kerik to play a three player game through text while Merik and Lerik go at it.

Playing games with them all on the Nintendo Switch. You, Cherik, and Kerik all play animal crossing together the most, whilst you play Minecraft the most with Merik and Lerik. Kerik having Punchy as his favorite animal crossing villager because he reminds him of Ayesha. You and Lerik building the most beautiful Minecraft structures known to man whilst Merik goes out to kill mobs and brings you back trophies so that you praise him. You have to put your Minecraft bed in the middle of the two and they put theirs right up against it, otherwise they’ll pout, and god forbid you sleep next to one and not the other.

If you play sports of any kind, be wary. Let’s say one day you head off to school and you forget to tell them you have practice or have a game until after you’re already at the building, their whole world turns upside down. You already spend so much of your day at school, and now you’re going to be away from them for longer?! Cherik has to single-handedly stop them all from just barging into the school, probably forcing the building into lockdown, and kidnapping you from your class so you come home and cuddle with them all. They’ll show up to your games, masks and all. They always get there incredibly early as well, to make sure they get the best seats and also so they can see you as soon as possible. Merik and Lerik always bring umbrellas for any event that is outside, and with all the dark clothes that they wear, they look like vampires.

Lerik is not above texting or calling you to make you think something happened to one of them so that you leave the school and go home. When you come to him in a panic and ask him what wrong, Leriks response is “I missed you.🥺” and then he’ll wrap himself around you so that you can’t leave to go back. When the others find out what he pulled, they all start to pull similar things (except for Cherik, who knows better) to get you to be affectionate and stay with them.

You all have your own places to sleep, but more often than not, one or more of them will creep into your room during the night and you’ll wake up to being held like a teddy bear. Lerik is especially guilty of this.

if you guys want more of something like this, let me know.

Kerik: Kay!Erik

Merik: Musical!Erik

Lerik: Leroux/original!Erik

Cherik: Charles Dance!Erik

[joshriku]

Hello! do you have any cherik fic recs?

i have . so many. (pukes and cries) this is gonna be long but to start off i'm gonna give you my ultimate faves of like. each iteration. so i can be insane. i won't make summaries bc im bad i will just tell you how insane i am.

general thing that none of these have a sad ending or triggering topics bc im. im . I Like Happiness

-curses that can't be lifted by sotano: see. this is about cherik early comics canon right. when they just met in haifa. AND OOOOOOO GH oGH oghghgOGOH I LOVE LEAVING COMMENTS. I LEAVE LONG COMMENTS. I AM VERY ILL IN THE BRAIN WHEN IT COMES TO LEAVING COMMENTS. BUT I LITERALLY STILL CANT FIGURE OUT WHAT TO SAY IN THIS BC I LOVE IT SO MUCH. LIKE ILL COME AROUND EVENTUALLY OF COURSE. BUT IVE READ IT LIKE 50 TIMES AND ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD IT MAKES ME DERANGED i was reading it yesterday again. as i do. and i had to close the tab bc it made me so unwell. i'm so normal

-afterlife by anna: this fic is so good but for my mental health it's in shambles. You don't get it. i'll be pacing around my room thinking back of scenes in this and im like ALRIGHT. PAUSE TO THROW UP AND CRY. EVER SINCE IVE READ THIS I HAVEN'T BEEN THE SAME DO YOU UNDERSTAND. IT'S POST DAYS OF FUTURE PAST AND THAT MAKES ME SO ILLLLLLL I LOVE DOFP SO BAD AND I LOVE CHARLES IN IT AND im like oh man i need something to make me cry and puke and shit myself and cure my depression im gonna read that fic again. And i do it. and i am cured. after i cry myself out to this i am so normal again

-someplace that is green by mugsandpugs: oh my god. Also bad for my mental health like (pucnhign myself) YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. it's technically x-men evolution but if you know cherik you'll understand it either way so. just. wow. erik can fit so much trauma. I can fit so many emotions. i can be so mentally ill. IREAD IT SO MUCH LIEK THE SLOOOOOWWBWBURRNNNNNNNNN AHH AHH AHH (PUKES AND CRIES) AHH WANDA AND PIETRO. AH. DEAR GOD. U DONT GET IT !!!!!! THE WORLDBUILDIGN!! (curls up and cries)

ok yeah. i'll put under the cut all the other recs i have sorry for being unwell

you should read everything by ao3 user sotano btw. not to be demented or deranged. but they never miss. everything they ever write is so . Oh my god. U dont get it. im ill. i will buy them a house

-tabula rasa by o2doko: the telepathy exploration of this goes so fucking hard

-fair verona by ha_neul: i love gender so much you don't ungerstand trans fics are the world to me they really arre

-tesselation by nekosmuse: oh my god. i mean it's a popular fic so it's probably been read. BUT THE SLAY. GOD. THE WRITING. PUKES AND DIES

-travel advisory by penknife: SORRY FOR RECCING 2003 FICS BUT FLOGOGHGOGOGH THE 2003 PEOPLE GOT IT IN WAYS NOBODY ELSE DIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

-no capes by dedkake: this just hits all the spots of needing lighthearted comedy and keeping the magneto / professor x dynamic i so desperately crave. i love when authors play around with their identities while loosely sticking to canon hehe

-all these miles (just to get back home) by isthiswhatiam: you gotta read everything he posts tbh BUT this one is my personal fav i love post dark phoenix u_u

-in dreams begin responsibility by kass: im telling u the pre 2011 fics go so hard. and for what. My god. uim ill it's so good

-sweet by sadbigchungus: its so good. Do u know how fukcing hard it is to get krakoa cherik content. hard. but this hits all the sweet spots i love it so much it's so good

-a good night's sleep by insertsthmeaningful: Can i just say this author writes so much good fic and i am absolutely obsessed. as well as im obsessed w post assassination in xforce cherik like aoghogogjogghOGGH

-the way it travels in and keeps emitting light by populuxe: it's OGHGOGH i love reading this one. it's so hard to find fics that actually talk about disabilities and this one does it SO well and erik is SO perfect in this fic im sick!!

-a nice boy (the family matters edition) by pocky_slash: i don't wanna talk about how hard i cry when i reread this one i might have family issues of sorts.

-a winter's journey by red: i love old cheirk so mcuh it makes me want to eat my ownf oot

-the trouble with trilbies by obstrinatix: I LOVE. OLD MEN. CHERIK

-& other words by questors: this is so good like the worldbuilding genuinely floors and runs me over until im nothing but an useless dough

-necessary downtime by unforgotten: i . old cherik. Ogjjgjkrlgjlslkfd

-bug on a plate by lindstrom: ANOTHER ONE THAT ACTUALLY DESCRIBES DISABILITIES SUPER WELL AND DOESNT SHY AWAY FROM THEM ITS A HITTTT AND MIDDLE AGED CHERIK JUST HTIS DIFF SORRY

-the last love song and testament of charles f xavier by midrashic: u know what i said about liking afic so much u cant actually bring urself to properly word the comment so youre just waiting and waiting to properly say smth. Yea thats me w this fic too. why's it so fucking good. how am i meant to word my emotions. but hey if i got around to commenting on Afterlife i will to this

-one second and a million miles by madneto: nothing has ever put me through such a slowburn like this fic like it was so insane and crazy i felt like god was slapping me. PLUS. IRENE AND RAVEN ARE IN IT......SLAY!

-bloodbound by ikeracity: u know i didnt care about vampire fics until THIS ONE. WHERE I WAS LIKE. OH. OKAY. THEYRE GOOD ACTUALLY I SEE THE LIGHT IT MAKES SENSE NOW.

-the golden mean by somuchmorethanyouknow: IT'S SO GOOD OK. THE WAY I WISH THIS FIC WAS CANON JSUT BC IT WAS SO GOOD. THE GENOSHA BUILDING OF IT ALL. MY GODDDDDD! I LOVED IT. SO PAINFULLY GOOD. THE WRITING OF CHARLES AND EIRK IS SO EXCEPTIONAL BUT SO IS EVERYONE ELSE IN THE FIC TOO. AH

-make me stay by lynds: well. what can i say. who's to say no to a little telepathy play. sorry for liking bottom erik. as if it's my fault

-before you attempt me (fair warning) by kianspo: i read this one time i was really sad and i shouldnt have because i started crying about never being able to find a love like the one in this fic. anyway it's super good

-everything about it is a love song by pocky_slash: its bad for me. old cherik makes me go through itnso much. i cant believe ill never find love like this

-feels like you're mine by annejumps: Sorry for bottom erik enthusiast. AS IF ITS MY FAULTNTO HAVE SUCH GOOD TASTE

-because it's you that sets the test by equestrianstatue: [DERANGED NOISES] IM LIKEBSO CASUAL ABOUT THIS FIC IM NOT EVEN MENTALLH ILL.

-special studies in mutant topics by populuxe: my ao3 bookmark says "filed under fics i read while having a mental breakdown and saved my mental health" you can bet its so good and sexy and Oghgogngntnntnngng i will have to marry this authors writing style. SUBBING TO THIS AUTHOR ISNT ENOUGH I HAVE TO BUY THEM DINNER IDK

but also the sex thing: this fic ruined my ability to watch dofp. no matter how many times i watch it ill be quoting this fic along to it

thats it. for Now. i actually have more but some of them are just the real popular ones so im like. Yeah youve read it. BUT THE REST MIGHT BE FOR NEXT TIME. I GUESS. SORRY. THIS GOT OUT OF HAND

[morose-magnetrix]

Inferno #3 by Jonathan Hickman (writer), R.B Silva (artist), Stefano Caselli (artist), Valerio Schiti (artist), Adriano Di Benedetto (inker), David Curiel (colorist), and VC’s Joe Sabino (letterer) | Variant cover by Russell Dauterman 

Emma Frost: “At any moment, she could erase everything we’ve made, everything we’ve sacrificed, everything we’ve ever loved... gone. As if it never was. And she gets to keep doing it. Over and over... until she’s satisfied. I suppose -- or Charles and Erik are.”

As this issue is mind blowing and serving as the penultimate end to the Reign of X era and Hickman’s tenure on the books, here are my X thoughts on Inferno: 

I. Moira, Charles, and Erik are not nearly as slick as they thought they were - the entire time, Warlock has been spying on them and relaying the information to Doug and Krakoa. Doug saw Moira ask Erik and Charles to commit murder and is clearly going to do something about it. Plus, because they told Emma, Emma has now sent the rogue chaotic duo of Destiny and Mystique off by passing along the information. I wouldn’t be shocked if the entire island knows about Moira by the time the next issue comes to its close. 

II. We finally get a time travel plot, something missing from Hickman’s era. Omega Sentinel traveled back in time to stop the mutants from winning, her own Days of Future Past. This explains why Karima suddenly hates mutants again, and also explains where Orchis came from. Karima brainwashed its founder into thinking he had time traveled with her, human and machine banding together against the mutant menace. If Marvel ever wanted to get rid of Moira’s mutation, they could potentially retcon it to be that Moira’s memories were also false implants. 

III. Emma is making sure that this entire mess gets handled and isn’t picking a side between the factions, as she is for the children. She doesn’t care who wins, as long as the kids and the project of Krakoa survives. 

IV. Mystique is out to save Destiny, no matter the cost. It’s very sweet. She doesn’t care about the survival of Krakoa, she just cares about keeping what she’s gained - her true love, come back to her. I wish Rogue was here for this, so we could see more of that family dynamic. 

V. Emma is definitely resurrecting Magneto and Professor X in Inferno #1 due to them falling into Mystique and Destiny’s trap in Inferno #3. Will we see the data page about replacing your own brain with a previous backup come into play? Will Emma edit Charles and Erik to be more in line with her own agenda? 

VI. The discussion of whether or not the Cuckoos are individuals is fascinating - and reminds me a lot of the idea of the super evolved societies Hickman mentioned in HoXPoX. Those societies survived, outside of space and time, but were they really living? They were a hive mind, all traces of individuality and uniqueness washed away. That’s a future to be terrified of. The Cuckoos are more or less like that now, so Destiny’s prophecy that that won’t last, that one of them will be changed in Otherworld, three of them find love, and one of them won’t get over what happened in Otherworld - that’s such rich storytelling grounds. 

VII. I love that Magneto just has kids playing in his yard at the House of M, since 1) we get happy Magneto and 2) it makes that house feel less empty, since we know Lorna doesn’t live there, so it’s just... him. And probably Charles at times. 

VIII. Moira’s threat has always been that she knows stuff - she’s lived through this time period ten times now and has vital information about their opponents. By having Karima go back in time, Moira loses that advantage.

IX. We found out how the flowers came about. Krakoa, able to thrive instead of just survive, was able to push their boundaries and do new things no one knew they were capable of. That’s very much in line with the entire idea of the Krakoan project - what can mutants achieve when they aren’t trying to just survive? What might a mutant society look like? If they aren’t always at war, what can they do? Who might they become?

X. Is the event Marvel’s teasing with the Free Comic Book Day advertisement the Human - Mutant - Children of the Vault War?

Overall: X out of X

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Hold a Lover Close - Chapter One

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Reader, side Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Summary: You are Charles' Xavier's daughter. Your dad and his new husband have gone away on their honeymoon, leaving you alone with your new step-brother, Peter. Things get complicated. 

Modern, no mutations AU.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4239

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Notes: Reader and Peter are (very recently) stepsiblings. Read at your own risk.

Also, in this fic, Charles is an ambulatory wheelchair user, to account for the serum weirdness in the x-men movies.

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You were happy for your dad. Really. You watched him as he hefted his bag into the back of a cab, about to leave for his honeymoon. You wanted to offer to help, but he hated being coddled.

“Try not to miss me too much, sweetheart,” he said when he caught you staring. You tried to smile at him, but your lip started to wobble. His expression changed to one of concern, and you felt bad for upsetting him. This was supposed to be the happiest time of his life. He rolled his wheelchair towards you and pulled you down into a hug. His palm was flat between your shoulder blades, rubbing soothing circles there.

“I love you, dad,” you said, and he kissed your forehead.

“I love you too.” He pulled back, hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes. “You’re my world, you know that, right?” You nodded. He brushed away a stray tear that was rolling down your cheek. “But Erik and Peter are a part of that world now too.”

“I know.”

“Come on, Charles, we need to get going if we’re going to catch our flight.” Speak of the devil, your new step-dad, Erik, was standing with one hand on the car door. Your dad gave you one more tight hug.

“I’ll call you when we land, okay?” he said. You nodded again, not trusting yourself to speak.

You should’ve been happier. You were eighteen, and you were about to be left unsupervised for two whole weeks. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was changing. Your dad had sold your old house, and just weeks before the wedding, you’d moved in with Erik and Peter. It was weird. It had been just you and your dad for as long as you could remember, and now there were a whole lot more variables to consider.

Peter and his dad didn’t even hug goodbye. Their relationship was weird. Peter had been raised by his mother for most of his life, but a few years back, he went to live with his dad so he could go to a better school. Your school. That was where this had all started.

Your dad and his dad had run into each other at a parent-teacher event, and the tension had been palpable. You found out, after you’d gone home, that they had dated when they were in their 20s. Their relationship had ended in a spectacular fashion. Evidently, the spark was still there, because a couple of weeks later, you’d come home early from a sleepover to find them making out on the couch. The rest was history.

You watched your dad clap Peter on the shoulder by way of a goodbye, and then murmur something that sounded suspiciously like “take care of your sister,” before getting into the cab. Peter looked at you then, and you flushed bright red.

It was bad enough that you had cried in front of him. Peter probably thought you were a baby who needed to be babysat, when in reality, he was less than a year older than you. You swallowed the rest of your tears, and waved goodbye as the cab drove off down the suburban street.

“Are you alright?” asked Peter when your dads were out of sight.

“I’m fine,” you said, trying to keep the shaking out of your voice. You felt weak and soft and sensitive, and you hated it. You turned quickly and went back into the house. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you ascended the stairs, but didn’t look back at him. Instead, you went straight to your room and closed the door.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Peter. Peter was sweet, and funny, and charming when he wanted to be. He was also a real pain in the ass. But you liked him. You just felt very weird about the entire situation, and wanted to be alone. Or at least, you’d thought you did.

Here, in your room, you were lonely. All you could think is that you wished that you were home. You missed your old house. You’d never felt lonely there. That place had been the perfect size for just you and your dad, and you had so many memories there.

You had cried when the decorators had painted over your height chart on the wall to get it ready for the new owners. You had cried as you took down the tyre swing in the yard. You had hidden your tears when Peter and Erik came over to help you shift boxes to the new house.

There was gentle tapping on your bedroom door. You sighed, scrubbing at your face with your hand. You felt pathetic.

“Yeah?” you called out. The door opened a fraction and Peter stuck his head in.

“Hey, do you wanna watch a movie or something? I’m bored.”

You were pretty sure this had nothing to do with boredom, and everything to do with your dad telling him to take care of you.

“I have popcorn,” he added, grinning at you enticingly. You glanced out of your bedroom window. It was getting dark.

“Sure,” you said. “I don’t have anything better to do.” Peter’s smile faded. You knew you weren’t being fair to him. In trying not to show your sadness, you had become prickly and abrasive. He didn’t deserve that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to apologise. Instead, you followed him downstairs in silence.

“What do you wanna watch?” he asked when you walked into the living room. You shrugged. The idea of making a choice felt suddenly insurmountable. You wanted to go to bed.

But you didn’t. You didn’t want to worry Peter.

“I’m easy,” you said, flopping down on the sofa.

“Have you seen Hush?”

“No.”

“It’s a horror movie about a deaf woman who lives in the woods being menaced by a serial killer. Do you wanna watch it?”

You shifted in your seat, battling your desire to immediately say no to whatever was offered to you.

“Sure,” you said, trying to smile.

“Not scared, are you?” Peter grinned at you.

“No, I’m not scared.”

“It’s on Netflix,” he said, passing you the remote. “If you pull it up, I’ll make the popcorn.”

“Fine by me.” You switched on the TV and waited for it to load up. In the kitchen, you could hear the microwave going, and the sound of popcorn popping. You smiled a little then. Peter was trying so hard.

When he came back in, holding the bag of popcorn, two glasses and a cold bottle of Coke, you had the movie all ready to go. He was balancing everything in his hands awkwardly, so you took the glasses off of him, before he caused a disaster. Peter was good at causing disasters. He did everything far too fast.

“What flavour is it?” you asked, sticking your hand into the bag of popcorn and pulling out a handful.

“Hey, the movie hasn’t even started yet.” He held the bag away from you. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. “And it’s sweet and salted.”

“Perfect.”

The movie was good. The light outside faded as time went on, leaving the two of you fully in the dark, except for the light from the tv screen. The sugar and salt and caffeine buoyed your spirits.

For most of the movie, Peter kept up a cocky, disaffected attitude, but at one particular jump-scare he let out a high-pitched shriek and dropped the popcorn bag. Thankfully, it was almost empty at that point, because its contents spilled out all over the floor.

“God, Peter, control your limbs,” you said, grabbing his arm. “I thought you’d seen this movie before.”

“I have. I guess I wasn’t paying that much attention the first time around.”

“Right.”

You didn’t notice that you were still holding his arm until he wrenched it out of your grip.

“Ow!”

It was a very tense moment in the movie, and you’d been unconsciously digging your nails into his wrist.

“Sorry!” You held up your hands.

“I feel like I’m under attack here,” he said, but even in the darkness you could see him grinning.

When the movie was over, you took the glasses and the trash back into the kitchen, while Peter swept up the popcorn mess he made earlier. You were stacking the dishwasher when he came into the room.

“That was good, right?”

“Yeah, it was fun,” you said, and you meant it. “I’m gonna go to bed now. Try not to get too scared without me.” As you walked past him, he held out a hand to stop you.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” At your blank expression, he pressed on. “I know this whole situation is… new… and weird. And change is hard and you miss your old place. And now you’re stuck with me for two weeks, and you’re not that enthused about it.”

“Peter-”

“But I’m just trying to say that I get it, you know? So if you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”

“Peter…” You felt guilty that he’d evidently picked up on your discomfort. You wanted to say ‘I don’t need a babysitter’, but that was unfair, he was just trying to be kind. Instead, you said, “Thank you. I appreciate it.” You stepped past him into the hallway. “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight.”  

As much as you’d kept your cool while you were watching the movie, alone in your bedroom was a different story. You had brushed your teeth hurriedly, your eyes fixed on a point behind you in the mirror.

You silently thanked your dad for the blackout curtains, because anything less would’ve made you feel like you were in a fishbowl right now. All of the lights in your room were on. It was stupid, you knew, but it made you feel better.

You were too pent up and anxious to sleep, but you knew one thing that always managed to relax you. From the bottom of your sock drawer, you retrieved your vibrator.

*

Peter had watched you go upstairs to your room, feeling forlorn. You had seemed upset. He had promised Charles that he’d take care of you. Now he had two dads to try not to disappoint.

His feet felt heavy as he cleaned up the rest of the popcorn he’d spilled. This was going to be a long two weeks if you could barely stand to be around him.

As he scraped the last of the popcorn into the bin, a shape at the corner of his eye made him jump. Heart racing, he turned to see that it was just your black cardigan hanging over a chair.

He still felt jittery from the movie. It shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did – he wasn’t even alone in the house, after all – but it was hard to think of anything else. He waited until he was at the bottom of the stairs to switch off the downstairs lights, and then sprinted up the stairs. He hadn’t decided to run, but once he’d started moving, his feet had overtaken him.

The landing light was on. You must’ve left it on. Right? He was anxious for no reason. Of course he was.

He stood outside your door for a moment longer than he intended, and he heard a loud thud. He paused. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins.

What if someone had come in through your window? He was supposed to take care of you. What if someone was in your room right now? No, of course not. That was stupid. He was being paranoid.

He stood frozen, listening for any sign of an intruder. For thirty seconds, there was nothing. He exhaled, and took a step towards his own bedroom door, but then he heard what sounded like a muffled, cut-off cry of pain, as if someone had tried to silence you, and instinctively leapt into action.

He burst into your room, on high alert for any sign of danger. He realised two seconds too late that there was no danger. There was only you, your head thrown back against your pillow with your hand over your mouth. Your other hand holding your vibrator between your spread legs. Your shirt was rucked up, revealing just the underside of your breasts, but you weren’t wearing panties, so he could see the wetness gathering between your legs.

Your eyes shot open.

“Peter,” you shrieked. He immediately covered his eyes and backed out of the room.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he said, tripping over his own feet in his haste to get out. He shut the door behind him and stumbled his way down the stairs.

He was an idiot. An absolute idiot. Why did he have to burst in like that? Obviously you weren’t in danger. His stomach churned hotly. He tried to focus on that, because it distracted him from the stirring in his pants.

He went back downstairs into the living room and shut the door behind him. He was half-hard, trying not to think about you with your legs spread wide. It wasn’t working. The image of you was seared into his brain, and he was eighteen and his dick didn’t get the memo that you were his stepsister now.

It wasn’t like he’d never thought about it before. But things were different now. You were supposed to be family.

He adjusted himself in his boxers, trying to alleviate the discomfort. He couldn’t jerk off now. There was no way it wouldn’t be weird.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of anything but you. His plans were scuppered by your footsteps coming down the stairs. He heard you hesitate outside the living room door, the floorboards creaking under your feet. There was a tentative knock.

“Yeah?” he called out. His voice sounded strained. As the door opened, he pulled his t-shirt down as far as he could, trying to hide his obvious hard-on.

“Peter?” You were standing in the doorway, wearing an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Peter swallowed and forced himself to look you in the eye.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, “I should’ve knocked, I was just really freaked out because of the movie and I thought that someone had broken into your room. And then I heard this thud, and I-”

“Peter, breathe,” you said, taking a step towards him. He tensed. “I just knocked a book off my bedside table.”

“I’m so-”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. “It happens. I was pretty on edge from the movie too, which is why…” You trailed off.

Oh great, now he was thinking about you masturbating to deal with your anxiety. Just perfect. Peter gulped again, pulling his t-shirt down. Your eyes followed the movement, and he was sure you could see that he was hard.

“Peter…” you said. He couldn’t look at you. He was so ashamed. His eyes were screwed shut, but he heard you take a few tentative steps towards him. Even though he’d heard you approach, he still nearly jumped out of his skin when your fingertips brushed the back of his hand.

He opened his eyes and looked down at you. You were looking up at him, your eyes big and shiny and bright, and he felt his heart twist. When had you gotten so pretty? His lips parted, as if to speak, but he had no idea what to say.

“Peter,” you repeated, sounding a little breathless. That was far more attractive that it had any right to be. Staring straight up into his eyes, you licked your lips.

Something inside of him snapped. He closed the distance between you and kissed you hard. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, and sliding your tongue into his mouth. The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the wall, your mostly bare legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed and bit and licked your neck.

“Peter,” you groaned. You could feel his boner pressing against your inner thigh.

“Mhm?” he said, biting your earlobe.

“Let’s go upstairs?” Doing this in the living room felt too exposed. You expected him to put you down, but instead, he slung you over his shoulder. You shrieked as he carried you, one hand resting on your ass for safety.

After a moment’s hesitation on the landing, he took you into your room and dropped you down onto the bed. You hit the mattress with a thump, and then he was covering your body with his, laying kisses all along your jaw.  

You felt something pressing into your back. You pushed Peter away for the briefest moment so that you could sit up and feel around for the offending object. It was your vibrator. Peter’s expression turned from confusion to lust. Before you could stop him, he had taken it out of your hand.

He switched it on, and your body had a Pavlovian reaction to the quiet buzzing it made. You shifted, uncomfortably wet.

“Can I use this on you?” he asked, and you were pretty sure your heart stopped. You flopped back onto your pillow with closed eyes.

“Yes.”

Peter didn’t touch you for a moment. You heard the buzzing, but had no idea what he was planning until you felt the vibrator touching your nipple through your shirt.

“Fuck,” you gasped, throwing your head back.

“You like that?” he teased. Normally, you would elbow him for that, but right now you couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

You could feel his fingers against your other breast, circling your nipple. Tentatively, he pushed up your shirt, letting your boobs escape.

“Fuck, babygirl…” He took a moment to just appreciate your boobs, squeezing them and feeling their weight in his hands. “You’re incredible.”

You were sure you were blushing, but you didn’t much care when he pressed the vibrator to your bare nipple. You let out a moan and wrapped your legs around him tighter, trying to grind up against him.

“I want to see you,” said Peter, one hand on your hip. “Can I take these off?”

You nodded fervently and pulled off your t-shirt over your head while he tugged down your shorts and panties. When you were fully naked, he hovered over you, staring down at your body. Before you could feel self-conscious, he was kissing you again. It felt weird that he was still mostly fully clothed, but you couldn’t complain as he kissed his way down your body.

“Peter,” you gasped as he reached your pubic mound. Gently he pushed your thighs apart, revealing your pussy.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he said, tracing your labia with a fingertip. You trembled under his touch.

You couldn’t contain a moan when he dipped his tongue between your folds, tasting you. You pulled him closer to you with your legs, trying to grab his hair, but he pulled away.

“Nuh-uh-uh,” he said, picking up the vibrator again. He pressed it into your hand. “Show me how you use this. I want to see you get yourself off.”

He was staring right at your face from between your thighs. You would’ve thought that this would make you uncomfortable, but in reality, it was supremely hot. You switched on the vibrator and held it to your clit. The vibrations sent pleasure right down to the tips of your fingers and toes. You let out breathy moan.

Peter nibbled at your inner thigh, and you gasped, pressing the vibrator harder on your clit.

“That’s so fucking hot, baby,” he said, and then you felt his finger probing at your entrance. “Can I?”

“Yes. Please.” You sounded incredibly desperate as he slid one finger inside you. “Oh fuck.” Taking that as a good sign, Peter began to move his finger in and out, tentatively fucking you with it. “More. Peter, I need more.”

With a shit-eating grin, Peter added a second finger. Your leg began to shake. As he fingerfucked you, you realised that you were close.

“Peter, I- I’m gonna-”

He dug the fingers of his free hand into the meat of your thigh and sped up his ministrations.

“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me.” You came like that, with your vibrator on your clit and Peter’s fingers inside you.

“Fuck. Fuck.” You pulled the vibrator away. It was too much. Peter looked a little disappointed, as he pulled his fingers out.

“I could feel you clenching around my fingers,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I wonder how that’d feel around my cock.”

“Why don’t you come and find out?” you said, spreading your legs to make room for him. He stood up and dropped a quick, chaste kiss on your lips.

“One sec.”

You sat up as he left the room. You barely had time to wonder where he’d gone when he was back, condom in hand. He seemed a little self-conscious as he stripped off his shirt and sweatpants, so you stood up and went to him.

“What-” His question was cut off as you felt him through his boxers. He was incredibly hard.

“That all for me?” you asked coyly.

“All for you.” He leant in and kissed you. You slipped your hand into his underwear and grasped his cock. He let out a deep groan that went straight to your pussy. He kicked his underwear off, and you took the condom from his hand, removing it from its wrapper and sliding it straight onto his cock. “Fuck. Baby. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

“Bossy,” you said, but you did what you were told. You didn’t even know Peter could be authoritative, but you found it incredibly hot.

On your hands and knees, you felt him behind you. His hands came to rest on your ass, almost uncertain.

“Peter, I need you to fuck me,” you begged. To your surprise, he gently smacked your ass. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to make your pussy clench.

“You like that? You wanna be spanked?”

“Yes,” you admitted. He slapped your ass again, harder this time, and you let out a keening moan.

“God, you’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” He spanked you. “You need to be punished.”

“Please, Peter,” you whined. “I need your cock in me. I’ve been a good girl.” He spanked you again, and your back arched at the sensation.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” You felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His fingers laced their way into your hair, gripping it and pulling your head back. You let a deep moan of pleasure as he pushed all the way into you. You’d never felt so full.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” His cock was a little above average in length, so it was easily hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Peter grunted. You clenched around him, and his hips stuttered. Suddenly his lips were against your ear and he was plastered along your back. “God, you feel so good wrapped around my cock. You’ve always been so uptight. Who knew that all you needed was to be dicked down?”

“Peter.” He had such a filthy mouth, and every word was pushing you closer to the edge. His hand was suddenly tangled in your hair again, pressing your face into the mattress. You fumbled for your vibrator again, sliding your hand between your legs and holding it against your clit. Peter let out a gasp, and you knew he must be feeling the vibrations too.

He slapped your ass one last time, and that was all it took. You climaxed for the second time, clenching and trembling and shuddering around him. You felt his movements speed up and grow erratic, as his words devolved into nothing but incoherent moans as he came.

You collapsed onto the bed, and he fell with you, lying on top of you. You felt his dick slide out of you. After a moment, he pulled away.

You had hoped that he would lie down beside you, that he would cuddle you, but he didn’t. When you turned to look at him, he was sitting on the edge of your bed, staring down at you.

“Peter?”

“That was… That was wrong,” he said. “We can’t do that again. I’m so sorry.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed in your chest. You had thought that something like this might happen but you didn’t think it would be so quickly.

“Peter…” You took a deep breath. “This wasn’t just some spontaneous thing for me. It wasn’t that I was horny and you were the nearest person. I’ve liked you for a long time.” He stood up abruptly.

“We can’t. You’re my stepsister,” he said, and your heart sank.

“I know,” you said quietly. “But I don’t see you as a brother, and I never will.” You could see him biting his lip hard. “Peter?”

Peter didn’t say anything more. He left the room, and you were alone. With tears in your eyes, you tried to make the bed look like it hadn’t just been fucked in. Even when you were satisfied that it was tidy, it still smelled like sex and like Peter. You lay down alone, staring at the ceiling. You cried yourself to sleep that night.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

was talking to my brother the other day after i rewatched dark phoenix and he was like 'why is everyone so mean to charles in this movie?? were they always this mean to him ?? is it cause he's bald now- he lost his pretty privilege??' and i fear i havent recovered

[earnestly-endlessly]

hi do you have any jealous!erik fic recs?? thank you :))

Thanks for the ask anon. I have so many Jealous Erik fics for you, and there are probably more out there but I'm sure you'll find some great fics here. Enjoy!!

Jealous Erik

Still Going Strong – JackyJango

Summary: Speaking of forty-eight, Erik hates it. Hates it even more that others are aware of it. While he’s pragmatic enough to know and accept that aging is inexorable, the increase in number gives the people around him the freedom to pounce at him with questions, opinions and advice he'd fought to keep at bay all year.

Besides, Erik believes that youth is a state of mind, not a phase in one’s life.

You have a child’s mind in a man’s body, Charles constantly tells him.

But despite his age, Erik is healthy. He works out daily. His muscles are steel and he can dead-lift four hundred pounds. He can break bones without breaking a sweat. Most importantly, he can still carry Charles to the bedroom and fuck him senseless. And as long as Erik can do that, he’s perfectly happy.

Puppy Love – sareyen

Summary: One day, Erik Lehnsherr overhears Charles Xavier - the man he has been crushing on for the better part of a year - talking about someone called 'Logan' waiting for him in his bed at home. Erik hadn't known that Charles was in a relationship, and his heart definitely did not break when he saw Charles's soft and tender smile whenever he talked about this 'Logan'.

So, Erik tries to forget about his feelings for his co-worker who has a boyfriend called Logan, a boyfriend that he seems to love very much.

But, Erik apparently missed the memo about Logan being a dog.

The Regrettable Watersports Test My Dedicated Boyfriend Passed With Flying Colors – KesaKo

Summary: As Charles will quickly realize, watersports are not about swimming pools.

Since they've been seeing each other, Charles has always been excited to try new things with Erik. Whether it’s a new café or something kinky in bed, he is always enthusiastic and eager, and Erik always says yes.

Magneto is a bit surprised when the telepath asks him if they can go on a watersports date in the city, but — well… He simply can't tell him no.

They go to a place where people play watersports. The horror on Charles' face is a bit of a relief.

Shared Custody – smilebackwards

Summary: "I would like to date your sister," Azazel tells Charles after he makes a particularly fine point about Descartes' Discourse on the Method for which Azazel has no rebuttal.

What is mine – kiyla

Summary: While relaxing at a bar, Charles is drunk and flirting with pretty girls while Erik is sitting at their table, looking bored. When the metal fixtures around them threaten to start melting, Charles realises that it's not boredom his friend feels, but jealousy.

The One Hour Compromise – thesilverarrow

Summary: As soon as he steps into the motel room, Erik shoves the door closed and shoves him back against it.

The Bystander (The Consultant (aka A Westchester Telepath in the Avengers Tower) Remix) – Nanimok

Summary: When it comes to Professor Charles Xavier, telepath, SHIELD consultant and compulsive flirt, no one is safe.

Not even the Big Three.

Insecurity & Misunderstanding – humanveil

Summary: “Something's off with you."

“I'm fine.”

“Yes, because telling me you're 'fine' is going to reassure me.”

“It's nothing.”

“It's Hank."

The Beat that My Heart Skips – Black_Betty

Summary: Raven drags Erik out to the club, ostensibly for some work-related "team building." She also invites her stodgy academic brother along. Erik anticipates awkward dance moves and a night of second hand embarrassment. What he gets is something else entirely...

I can cut you into pieces when my heart is broken – BrighDream

Summary: Soon after being freed from the Pentagon, Erik realizes how Charles and Hank seem to be closer than ever.

Predictably, he doesn't like this at all, and ends up confronting Charles about it in his apartment in Paris.

Cue to some rough and possessive sex and a lot of feelings on both sides.

Gold rush – adlerirene

Summary: It's New Year's Eve, and Charles is hosting a function to raise money for the Mutant Community Centre downtown.

Or, the one where people flirt with Charles, and Erik gets jealous. Then someone flirts with Erik, and Charles stakes his claim.

Four Letters and Ends With a K – late_bloomer

Summary: Let it be known that Erik Lehnsherr, LL.B, is a master strategist, not deterred easily and adept in gathering information to win a case.

Let it also be known that he might be a little (or a lot, really) in love with his colleague Charles Xavier, LL.B.

So when he overheard and learned a very important clue about Charles’ object of affection, he vowed to do everything to find out who it is.

Communication is key (or something like that) – Essiggurke

Summary: Living with Charles and Raven was probably the best thing that had happened to Erik in a long time. Even though Charles is messy and attention-seeking and ridiculous and fun and smart and cute and no, Erik is not in love with him! Why would you even say that?

or:

Erik needs an embarrassingly long time to realize his feelings for Charles. Once he does there is only one thing he can do. Ignoring them and hoping they will go away. Preferably, along with the annoying brunette women, Charles seems to like.

Yours – pinkoptics

Summary: Charles knows that Erik is protective of the things that he owns. His clothes are always immaculately presented, his suitcase is neatly ordered, and his words are carefully spoken. It's a meticulousness that borders on obsession, but what concern is it of his? It isn't, not until Charles begins to realise that there's other things that Erik feels like he owns...

I can put you into pieces when my heart is broken – BrightDream

Summary: Soon after being freed from the Pentagon, Erik realizes how Charles and Hank seem to be closer than ever.

Predictably, he doesn't like this at all, and ends up confronting Charles about it in his apartment in Paris.

Cue to some rough and possessive sex and a lot of feelings on both sides.

A Cat Named Erik (The Very Next Day Remix) – JackyJango

Summary: One day, Logan breezes into their house like he bloody belongs there, with a cigar stubbed between his lips, a cat in hand and an expression so smug that Erik wants to do nothing more in that moment than burn Logan’s eyes with the said cigar.

'I found this cat while rescuing a building, Charles. He was homeless. I thought you'd like to keep him,’ Logan says. Erik begins to protest but Charles holds the cat and awws and coos, and Erik's protests die a strangled death. Logan smirks looking directly into Erik's eyes, and says, 'Oh, and the locals say that his name is Erik.'

Rum and Coke – JackyJango

Summary: Erik watches raptly as Charles sips on his scotch and coke; watches the high spots of colour on the apple of his cheeks, watches the line of his pale throat exposed above the blue t-shirt, the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows the drink, and his gentle hold on the flimsy plastic cup. A loose chestnut curl flails with the action.

Though the party is in full swing around them, Charles is only on his second drink. Not that Erik is keeping a tally-- of course-- he’s just bored.

Dog Days – dedkake

Summary: Erik doesn’t realize that the puppy he gets Charles for their one year anniversary will grow up to be a bear.

 To tell the truth – flightinflame

Summary: Erik hates going out for drinks, and seeing Charles flirting. He hates the way the other man has an endless stream of people to take home. But if Charles offers the chance to have some fun, he'll take it - it's better than nothing.

Charles knows Erik doesn't want him, that their arrangement is just convenient. He still wants to make the most of it.

And Then I Saw Your Face – Penguins

Summary: High School AU.

Charles and Erik are in the same school together, they're best friends since they were five and they're both crushing hard only Erik is crushing on Charles while Charles is crushing on someone else...

Does It Feel Like This When – helens78

Summary: Erik keeps everything -- body, mind -- under wraps, leaving Charles no choice but to find other outlets for his desires. When those desires cut a little too close to home, though, everything comes out into the open.

Omega Online – miss_aphelion 

Summary: Newly imprinted Charles is having trouble dealing with his overly protective alpha—so in desperation he seeks advice in an omega chat room. Emma Frost is more than happy to help, Raven isn't helping at all, and Erik can't stand to be out of touch with Charles for more than five minutes at a time.

[bees--in-my--bones]

Mercury - Chapter 5: Let's Pull Ourselves Together Before This All Goes Sideways

Chapter 4/ Chapter 6

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Character: Peter Maximoff x reader

Summary: Your friends are MIA and you're stuck at home. Everything's a mess. How are you gonna survive in a world with mutants exposed?

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, fear of loved ones getting hurt, needles, overcoming substance abuse

Words: 2300

A/N: Surprise! A chapter a day early! (Mostly because tomorrow is New Year's and I can't guarantee that I'll get a new chapter out lol) I hope you guys like this one! I know it probably seems slow but I like a good slowburn(ish) and I need the exposition before I get to the really cool parts. I also want to say feedback would be much appreciated! I would really love to know what people are thinking of the story so far!

You woke up to the faint sounds of the television set.

Suddenly you noticed a heavy weight on your head and realized with a start that you were leaning on Peter, not a stack of pillows, his head resting on yours.

Carefully, you slipped out from beneath him, trying to avoid waking him. You successfully freed yourself, and he flopped down on the couch. You winced, thinking you had woken him, but you heard a snore and figured he was still asleep. You suppressed a giggle at the strange way he was sprawled on the couch and turned to the TV, which was now playing a news segment. You turned the volume up a few notches.

A reporter spoke while showing footage from the Peace Summit. "Yesterday, the Paris Peace Summit was rocked by the appearance of unidentified assailants, the likes of which the world has never seen. Mass hysteria has gripped the nation as people ask: Where do they come from? Will they be back? And most importantly, are they friend or foe?"

The shot changed to the news anchor behind a desk. "That was London correspondent Toby Elliot reporting from the Paris Peace Summit yesterday."

You shut off the TV, not wanting to hear the rest, when you heard loud voices from the foyer.

Looking around for something to use as a weapon, you picked up a decorative candle.

"Y/N?" asked Peter groggily from behind you. "What's happening?"

"I think someone broke in," you whispered back.

He got up and fell in behind you as you crept towards the entryway. You rounded the corner and-

"Hank?"

Logan, Charles, and Hank stood in the entryway, looking exhausted. You guessed they hadn't met back up with Erik, then.

You ran up to Hank, crashing into him as you pulled him into a hug. "You guys scared the crap out of me."

"We're all fine," he reassured you. You pulled away and took a step back, and suddenly saw Hank's eyes widen. Following his gaze you turned and saw Peter lingering behind you. "What is he doing here?"

Okay, this was it. Summoning your courage, you spoke. "He's here to learn about his mutation."

Behind Hank, you saw Charles tense at the implications of your statement.

"So you've just been alone with a boy this whole time we've been gone," Hank said, giving you a pointed look, accusation in his voice.

Your face scrunched when you realized what he was implying. "Way to make it weird, Hank."

He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Whatever, but we're coming back to this later. For now, we need to find out where Raven went."

Suddenly, Charles sagged and fell onto the ground with a thud.

"What happened?" asked Logan

Hank ignored him, moving towards Charles to help him up. "Come on, up," he said.

"Why can't he walk?" Peter asked.

"He needs his treatment," said Hank. Charles, now leaning heavily on Hank to stay upright, flinched, likely because of his powers returning.

"It's okay," he said through ragged breaths. "I'll make it stop. I'll get it."

He stumbled again, and Hank steadied him, helping him to sit on the floor. Hank turned to you. "Y/N, go get the injection. Add a little extra. He missed a dose."

You nodded and teleported into the lab.

Moving as fast as you could, you pulled out the stock of injection. You measured out his normal dosage, then added a few milliliters. You prepared the syringe, then teleported yourself back to the group.

"Got it," you said, holding up the syringe before passing it to Charles.

“Charles,” said Logan, warning in his voice.

Charles moved to inject himself, but paused when he met Logan’s eyes. They seem to reach an understanding of some kind. Determination enters Charles’ eyes and he lowers the syringe.

“Hank, do me a favor,” said Charles. “Would you help me to my study, please?”

You and Hank exchanged a look.

“Alright,” Hank responded. Your group made your way up the stairs and into Charles’ study, you and Peter trailing behind.

Hank pulled out Charles’ wheelchair from the corner it had been put in.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked the professor.

Charles’ mouth was set in a grim line, his face unreadable. “Absolutely not.”

-----

Your group walked towards the vast chamber that housed Cerebro. You were nervous. Charles had been dependent on alcohol and his injections for a long time, and you weren’t sure that quitting cold turkey was good for him.

“When was the last time you were down here?” asked Logan

“The last time we went looking for students,” Hank answered.

“A lifetime ago,” added Charles, his voice soft.

You, of course, had been down here plenty of times, trying to satisfy your curiosity. You had never been able to figure out how to get into Cerebro, though, and the curiosity was killing you.

Charles rolled up to the doorway and bent over to allow a panel to scan his retina. “Welcome, Professor,” said an electronic voice as the doors slid open.

You entered the room, and Hank began to turn on the equipment as he began to speak. “Raven's wounded, she won't be moving fast.”

Charles gingerly picked up the headset and blew off the dust that had built up on it over the years. “These are muscles I haven't stretched in a long time,” he said hesitantly, but put Cerebro on his head nonetheless, letting out a gasp.

His face betrayed the struggle in his mind. He tried to gain control, but he was quickly failing, letting out a loud scream.

“Charles!” cried Logan.

The dials on the machinery shattered, and Cerebro powered down.

After a beat of silence, Hank spoke. “Charles, it's alright. I'll go check the generator. Y/N, I need your help. Come on. Peter, you come too. How much energy do you think you can generate with that speed of yours?”

—--

As it turned out, a couple of fuses had blown. Hank sent Peter back to the lab to get the replacements and tools he needed.

“Hank, look,” you said. “I’m sorry for bringing Peter here without discussing it with anyone. I just thought that maybe I could convince Charles to open the school back up, once this is all over.”

“Why would we want to do that?” asked Hank. “You know exactly how that ended last time.”

“You can’t be serious, Hank. You know how important the school was to m- to a lot of mutants. Don’t you think it’s worth a second shot? “

“Yes,” he said, “but I worry that Charles isn’t ready for that.”

“I think it's exactly what he needs,” you said.

“Alrighty,” said Peter, appearing next to you and handing you the supplies you had sent him for. “I’ve got the goods.”

“Thank you Peter,” you said, tossing Hank the parts he needed and moving to work on your part.

“What’s that do?” asked Peter, peering over your shoulders.

“It’s a fuse,” you told him. “When a circuit overloads, it melts and stops the current to prevent damage, which is why the power in Cerebro went out. Charles is probably having difficulty controlling his powers after not using them for so long.”

Finishing your work, you stepped back just in time to see Hank do the same.

“Well, that should have done it,” he said. “Let’s get back up there.”

Peter turned to you. “I’ve got Hank. Let’s see who's faster now,” he said with a wink.

He moved behind Hank, steadying the back of Hank’s neck.

“Wait,” said Hank. “What are you doing?”

You grinned. “Three, two, one, go!”

The next moment you were in Cerebro, Peter right beside you, and Hank looking a bit green.

“I’d say that was a tie.”

Peter scoffed. “You only say that because you lost.”

“I did not-”

“Quiet, children,” said Hank. He turned to look at Charles. “Power's back on”

“Yes. Yes, it is,” Charles responded with an intense look in his eye, and you got the feeling that something had happened while you were gone.

Charles rolled back up to the machinery and placed Cerebro on his head. He was strangely quiet for a long time, before he finally took Cerebro off.

“Where is she?” asked Logan.

“She's in an airport,” said Charles, “boarding a plane.”

“A plane to where?”

“Washington, D.C.”

“Alright, guys,” said Hank, giving you a look. “There's something Y/N and I need to show you."

Your group filed into Hank's lab and stopped in front of a system of computers and monitors. "This the system we’ve been designing," said Hank. "I set it up to record any news about Paris, over all three networks and PBS."

“All three? Wow," said Logan, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Yeah, and PBS," Hank replied, apparently oblivious to Logan's remark. "Look what I found. Y/N, fire it up."

You flipped a few switches and pulled up the most recently recorded news report, a bit irked that Hank had been working on the machine without you.

The screen showed a news reporter, and cycling images of the White House and the events at Paris. The reporter began to speak. "Tomorrow in front of the White House, the President will make his announcement. He'll be joined by Secretary of Defense Laird and has even sought the help of renowned scientist Bolivar Trask as a special adviser to combat this mutant issue. The White House has asked-"

Hank reached over and shut down the computer.

Charles was the first to speak. "Raven doesn't realize that if she kills Trask at an event like that with the whole world watching…"

"Then I came a long way for nothing," Logan said, his voice grim.

"And there's more bad news," Hank told everyone. "I saw the report, they found traces of her blood in Paris. For all we know, they already have her DNA, which is all they'd need…"

"To create the Sentinels of the future," finished Logan.

Peter leaned over to you and whispered, "What's a Sentinel?"

"I'll explain it all later," you promised him.

"Now there's a theory in quantum physics that time is immutable. It's like a river, you can throw a pebble into it, create a ripple, but the current always corrects itself. No matter what you do, the river just keeps flowing in the same direction," said Hank.

"What are you trying to say?" Logan asked, a hint of a threat in his voice.

"What I'm saying is, what if the war is inevitable? What if she's meant to kill Trask? What if this is just simply who she is?" His voice was laced with pain. He cared a lot about Raven, and you knew that it was difficult for him to admit that the situation may be beyond remedy.

A determination passed over Charles' face as he responded. "Just because someone stumbles, loses their way, doesn't mean they're lost forever." He smiled softly. "No, I don't believe that theory, Hank. And I cannot believe that that is who she is. Ready the plane, we're going to Washington."

-----

You walked in on Hank as he was fueling the plane.

"Where's Peter?" he asked you.

You shrugged. "Running around I guess. He's not really the type to stay still for long." You looked around, trying to find something to say. "So, back to D.C., huh?"

Hank paused what he was doing to look up at you. "You're not going."

"Oh, come on Hank! I could be helpful! So could Peter!"

"I understand that," he responded, "but you two have had no official training. The rest of us have spent time in the Danger Room preparing for situations exactly like this."

"Okay," you sighed. "But do you promise to start training us when you get home?"

"Yes," he said. "Unfortunately, I think the world needs the X-Men again."

-----

Once again, you were standing outside a plane with Peter, watching Hank, Charles, and Logan leave.

"Be careful, guys! I'm going to be watching the news, and I absolutely will make Peter run me up there if I see something bad happen."

Hank glared at you. "No, you will not."

You shrugged. "We'll have to see."

Giving you one last stern look, Hank boarded the plane.

You turned to Peter. "Meet you in the living room?"

He took off before you could even get the last syllable out. Shaking your head, you teleported out of the hangar.

"I beat you here," said Peter with a grin as soon as you entered the room.

"You had a three second head start!"

He shrugged. "You didn't seem to care about head starts back in D.C."

Rolling your eyes, you began picking up the mess of pillows and blankets still scattered everywhere. You grabbed a blanket and started folding it, but you stalled for a second. “Look, Peter, I know you said you wanted to be here, but it’s not too late to back out now. I invited you here to learn about mutants and you’ve essentially been stuck being my emotional crutch the last few days. I just don’t want you to feel like that’s on you.

“Y/N, it’s called being a friend. Now I’m not exactly an expert on friendships, and we’ve only known each other a few days, but when a friend is going through something, you're supposed to help them out. So you’re a little worried because your family is out there risking their lives while you’re stuck at home? That’s totally understandable, and I’m here for you.”

“Thank you, Peter,” you said, your voice soft, trying to prevent the tears from falling down your cheeks.

"Hey, let's go down to that lake you showed me," said Peter.

"What? Right now?"

“Yeah,” he said. “We’ll walk down there like normal people, and you can tell me what the hell a Sentinel is. And why that scary claw dude was talking about the future like he’s been there.”

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Chapter 4/ Chapter 6

Taglist: @the-romanian-is-bae @everybody-dies-sometimes @in-my-body-bag @ifilwtmfc

[hiddleloki]

Angsty concept:

Peter is stuck in the mcu. For whatever reason, not even Strange can get him back to his own reality and time so now he's forced to accommodate to this reality. The Hex trio help him and they're his first real friends in this world. Darcy and Jimmy are his besties who introduce him to modern world stuff including social media and Monica is his bestie with whom he spends time, honing his powers and since Monica also has superspeed he serves as a mentor to her.

Ultimately even Wanda gets back and they talk and they forgive each other for hurting one another in different ways. They aren't family just yet, they still need to learn how to accept each other but it's a good start. At some point Wanda gets her twins back and he's Uncle P again and they're one step closer to being a family.

He gets a job as SWORD which is pretty rad for him and it's kinda an okay substitute for the X-Men and since SWORD is now being run by one of his friends it's even better. He and the Hex trio works mysterious cases and secretly also look for more mutants because Peter’s stubborn and refuses to believe he’s the only mutant in this world. He also decides to visit a therapist applied to him by Monica because he needs professional help with readjusting, and that therapist is someone Monica trust with her life and has also helped her with her own grievances.

Years pass, one, two, three,four and now it's 2027 and Peter's totally adjusted to the new world. He's still working at SWORD and through it he also met the Inhumans and Crystal and together they have an infant daughter, Luna, so Peter has a family again. Then one day Strange arrives at his home and tells him he has visitors and through the portal come Charles and Erik but they're both extremely old. Think Ian and Patrick old. It's explained to him that they spent decades looking for any sign of him but to no avail. They never gave up on finding him though. They also tell him some of his family and friends have passed already which further devastates Peter, who still can't get over the fact that Charles and Erik are OLD. His mom’s been long gone and his baby sister is now already a grandmother. Charles tells him that his team misses him and they built some sort of memorial in his name at school.

Then Charles excuses himself to allow Erik and Peter to talk and Peter just knows that Erik knows. So he asks him how he figured it out and Erik tells him that in a way he knew since the day he met him in prison but could never be sure until he was straight up told by Charles when they first started looking for him. Erik tells him that he understands why he didn't tell him in Cairo but that he would have loved to be in his life regardless and that just shatters Peter because he had this golden opportunity to have a bond with his father but he wasted it and now he will never get that time back. Erik tells him that he's just glad he got the opportunity to be able to see him again because living with no knowledge of what happened to him was one of the worst things he went through and he went through a lot.

Peter then tells him that there's someone he wishes him to meet and he takes him to Luna's cot and introduces his baby daughter to his dad and Erik is completely speechless but proud to be able to hold a grandchild which he never had an opportunity to do so before because Peter was his only relative left and has pretty much given up on ever having any family after Peter’s disappearance.

And when it's time to say goodbye Peter has the chance to go back with them but with a heavy heart declines as he now has a family of his own here and he cannot just abandon them. Erik and Charles tell him that they didn't expect anything else and once again he gets told by both of them how proud they are of him and they're happy he's alright and happy. Peter even calls Erik "dad" because he knows this is probably the only and last chance he will ever have to call him that. So Charles and Erik leave (this is just before Charles has a seizure and kills half his team and the X-Men world goes to crap) and Peter is just shattered because how could he not be!?

“... and Peter is just shattered because how could he not be!?”

This is me after reading this ask. I am Peter. I am shattered 😭

It brings a whole new meaning to “For a guy who moves as fast as me, I always seem to be too late” 😭

The idea that Peter got a chance at life in a different reality, managed to find friends, family and meanwhile in his home universe time just...went on...His team kept looking for him for 3-4 decades and they’re all old and dying and we all know what happens to the X-Men and mutants shortly after this little visit is just devastating😭

[jadoue1999]

The X-Men and the member they lost - Chapter 3

Summary: What do you get when you mix Hayward and the Xmen? A pissed off Erik that's seriously trying to not murder the man!

Previous parts: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, 

Chapter 3: The Maximoff Anomaly

They had settled in fast. The older man that had intercepted them was called Hayward. He seemed very distraught at their arrival and made them go into an unused building. The director hadn’t listened to their protesting, he preferred having them out of the way. For what ever reason, Erik wasn’t sure. They soon realized that time worked differently in this universe. While they had already seen the episode and moved on, it had just ended as they arrived. Charles had told him with amusement that Hank would go crazy over the possibilities. Thankfully, the bunker contained televisions that monitored the town and the broadcast. Hayward had deemed necessary to make sure only people close to him knew of their arrival. They were all sitting around a table when he demanded their story. Charles spoke up. “We’re not from your Earth,” he started.

The director had looked at Kurt with a raised eyebrow, “I had that much figured.”

The professor continued, “two weeks back, one of our members went missing and the broadcast was all we could find. Our universe seems to be ahead of you with the episodes, but we are behind in years.”

“How so?” Questioned the woman sitting next to Erik.

“To us, it’s the eighties.” Charles waited a few moments, letting the people around some time to understand. “We come from a world where people are born with mutations, Kurt here can teleport.” The teenager looked at the professor, silently asking for permission to show his powers. Charles nodded and the blue mutant teleported from one side of the room to another. Hayward seemed shocked as the rest of the people gasped. Charles continued, “this is Raven, she can shapeshift.” Erik smirked as Mystique changed into a perfect copy of the director, making him jump out of his chair in surprise. She turned back into her human form and watched with amusement as Hayward slowly sat back down, eyeing her with caution. Probably seeing how unsettled the agents were, Charles decided to end this quickly. “I can personally read mind and Erik can control metal.”

Erik rolled his eyes as the military people looked at them with wide eyes. He wasn’t going to demonstrate his powers; he had done enough of that with Shaw. The team seemed to get the message that there would be no more demonstrations and moved on.

“So,” said the lady next to the director, “why are you here? Other than the broadcast.”

“Oh well, like I’ve mentioned before, we had a member of our team go missing.” The professor wheeled himself close to a screen and rewound the episode to when Peter appeared. “You see this young man? This is Peter, we had no clue where he went. We watched the broadcast in hopes for answers and we finally found him. Though in a tighter spot than we’d expected, but he does have a knack for trouble.”

Erik smirked at the joke; the speedster had always found himself in the strangest place at the wrong time. He was basically a magnet for trouble.

The director broke the silence. “So, this is not Pietro Maximoff?”

Erik shook his head, deciding to speak up at last, “no, he is not your Pietro, this is Peter Maximoff; my son.”

Hayward seemed surprised that someone other than Charles had spoken. “Is he like you all, enhanced?”

“Yes, he is a mutant,” answered Raven, clearly uncomfortable about the man’s tone. “He has superspeed.”

The director closed his eyes and sighed before turning to his colleague. “Bring the files concerning the Maximoff anomaly, they need to know.” The woman nodded and left the compound. He turned to the other members that hadn’t done much but gape at them and ordered them out. Apparently, he didn’t want people to witness what was about to happen. That left the man alone with the X-men. “Look, I get what you people can do, you barge in and act on an impulse; fix what you think is a threat and leave the rest of us to deal with the mess you leave behind. You might think you’re right, but this is my base.” Erik tensed up at the man’s words, this speech being all too familiar. “I don’t want you meddling in my stuff, Wanda Maximoff is a threat that needs to be dealt with no matter the price. You can go get your friend after.”

It was now official; he hated this man.

Though, before he could show him just how much he despised him, his colleague came back. She didn’t react to the lack of personnel, perhaps she had been expecting it. She was holding a significant number of files and what seemed to be a tv remote. Hayward thanked her and opened a file labeled ‘confidential’. It showed a picture of Wanda. Only she seemed younger, and her hair were a dark brown; there was also a man with bleached blonde hair at her side. They were in a crowd of people, their faces twisted in rage as they seemed to yell to something the picture didn’t show.

“This is Wanda Maximoff, back when she joined a Nazi base and accepted to be experimented on. This is how she got her powers.”

“Director, with all due respect, I believe your thoughts betray you,” interrupted Charles, to the man’s frustration. “I think it’s important to complete your statement and precise that she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.”

Erik secretly praised his friend and his telepathy; Hayward was obviously trying to antagonize the woman. It was obvious they now had to take his version of events with a grain of salt.

“Yes...” grunted the director, obviously upset about being caught in a lie. He pointed to the other man in the picture, “this is Pietro Maximoff, Wanda’s twin, the real one. He too had superspeed.”

He switched on a screen that was flatter than any television Erik had ever seen. It showed Wanda and Pietro in what appeared to be a lab. There was a sort of casket all plugged in with tubes. The pair seemed to be arguing with two older men. There was no audio, so their discussion didn’t make much sense. Suddenly, a blue blur raced through the lab, removing all the tubes in mere seconds. The blonde man stopped next to the casket looking thing and threw the last tube on the floor. It was strange, seeing another version of his son. Their powers were very similar yet very different. While Peter’s trail was silver, Pietro’s was blue, he also left some blue energy lingering in the air. It lasted a few seconds as he stopped before it disappeared. From the few dates in the documents and video, this Quicksilver seemed to have developed his powers only for a few months. It was probably why he seemed to be a little slower than his son. Hayward spoke again.

“The twins were working against the Avengers, those in charge of defending our planet. There was an army of robots threatening to destroy the world, they had sided with the robot in charge.” He glanced quickly at Charles. “They eventually changed sides, but Pietro didn’t survive.”

The footage changed to show a man and a child trying to take cover as a trail of bullets grew nearer. Suddenly, they were out of harm’s way and the speedster was in their place. His shirt was riddled with holes that quickly soaked with blood and he fell to the ground, dead. Fear seized Erik as he watched the man fall to the ground; momentarily seeing Peter in his place. Would a similar thing have happened had Mystique not disguised herself as one of the horsemen?

Hayward continued, showing footage of Wanda fighting in a group against other people, explaining how this event had led to the Sokovia accords, which was nothing more than a differently named mutant registration act. Except this one was actually approved. She had refused to sign and went into hiding, only to resurface when a titan had attacked the Earth. He apparently needed something called infinity stones, one of which was in Vision’s head. From the next chain of event Hayward told them, the titan had apparently succeeded in retrieving the stone. The real mystery was how the Vision was back to life; the director insisted that it was Wanda who resurrected him. She had been blipped, like half of the universe, and had came back grief stricken and ready to do anything to have a perfect family life. She had taken an entire town hostage and made them into her puppets. There was no telling what she might do to achieve her goal. Apparently kidnapping an alternate universe version of her brother wasn’t out of her reach. As Hayward continued telling them about Wanda’s life and what she had done, Erik had only one pressing thought: just how powerful was Wanda?

“How many people are in this town?” Wondered Charles.

“A little more than three thousand. They’re not all casted as roles, most are simply background characters.”

The wheelchair bound man nodded in comprehension. “Have you identified them all? Warned their families?”

He shook his head. “I believe it’s in everyone’s interest if we keep this low, we don’t want to alarm anyone. Especially when the world just came back.”

“You idiot,” raged Raven, “if they can’t reach their loved ones, they will ask questions. They will panic. Your logic is awfully flawed.”

“This is not your dimension, you don’t get to tell me what to do,” argued Hayward, clearly annoyed with them. “I will try to urge the identification process, but you people stay here. I don’t want more superpowered people and their associates getting in my way.”

With that, the man just left the place, followed by his colleague. Whether it was intentional or not, they left their documentation behind. Erik took one of the many files from the pile and opened it. This one described Vision’s origin and whereabouts until he had been destroyed in-

“Charles,” he said, not taking his eyes off the numbers. “This here says that the android died in 2018, five years ago.”

“We traveled 40 years in the future?” Said Kurt, understandably a little overwhelmed by the situation.

Raven put a comforting hand on the teleporter’s shoulder before looking at her friend. Her eyes showed how the situation affected her just as much as it did them. He didn’t blame her; Erik wasn’t sure if he truly grasped the gravity of the implications yet. For now, he preferred to focus on Wanda and her past; the more he knew about her, the better of a chance they’d have to retrieve his son safely and unharmed. The later wasn’t looking too hopeful. From his own experience with mind control and the co-worker’s reaction to being awoken, Peter would likely have a long and painful recovery once he would be back to himself. He just hoped that the differences between their timelines meant that he hadn’t been controlled since he had gone missing. Perhaps, by some luck, he would have arrived a little before he appeared on screen. He didn’t let himself think of what the speedster could have endured before being put under the woman’s spell. Especially if he had been her puppet for the entire two weeks he had disappeared.

“Erik,” interrupted Charles, “I can hear your concerns and I can assure you; your son is a fighter. His mutation is a natural telepath repellent, he’ll be just fine.”

The man smiled at his friend’s words, momentarily comforted. But then, a terrible thought creeped into his head. “Then tell me, old friend, if he is so immune; what horrible torture would he have to go under, so that his mental shield would be lowered enough for him to be vulnerable?”

The silence that followed his statement seemed to confirm that no one had even considered how Peter could be controlled in the first place. They had been too panicked at seeing the young man on the screen and then focused on getting to him to even think of the logic of his newly casted role.

“B-but he’ll be alright,” stammered Kurt, his tail anxiously twitching behind him, swinging, and curling unto itself. “He’s Peter, he always comes out alright.”

Charles smiles weakly at his student, “of course he will, Kurt,” he reassured him, “but we will have to give him time to heal and let him do the first steps when he’ll be ready.”

Erik shared a worried look with Raven, the professor seemed hopeful that the speedster would turn out fine, but he didn’t seem to realize how ahead he was thinking. They were on a military base that had studied for nine days this seemingly all powerful being that didn’t let you in without her consent and a rewrite of your life. And they hadn’t gotten far. From what they had learned, Peter would not be free of Wanda’s control unless she herself brought down the dome. But how could a grief-stricken mutant with powers never seen before just give up what she perceived as the perfect life she deserved?

...

They had stayed up late, learning about Wanda’s past and being horrified at what she had to go through. Erik wasn’t sure how he felt about the woman. She had gone through awful events, a struggle similar to his own. He did feel pity towards her, but he couldn’t look past the fact that she had his son playing her twisted game. The group had eventually settled down for the night, sleeping as good as they could without beds or blankets. They were suddenly awoken by some agitation on the base. Charles stared off into the distance before turning to his team, “Hayward has kicked off people from the base that were being disrespectful to him, now he’s coming our way.”

Indeed, barely fifteen seconds after he had spoken, the director opened the door. He seemed annoyed. “I’m just here to tell you that a new episode should air in the next twenty minutes.”

The blue teen looked at the man, “what happened outside just now?”

His question apparently wasn’t a welcome one since Hayward clenched his jaw in frustration. He answered nonetheless, “I got rid of nuisances. Nothing that concerns you or your team.”

That shut the boy up, but Raven stepped in front of him protectively. “You don’t get to talk to him like that, or to any of us.”

The director narrowed his eyes at her. “You should be thankful,” he snarked, “I could have you all arrested and locked up for the rest of your days, along with your little friend. Yet I haven’t even told anyone about your presence. I’ve been more than benevolent. So, I suggest you watch your mouth.”

Rage built up in Erik, he had heard these words so many times from government figures that disguised their hatred by saying what they could have done but didn’t. The metal bender was well aware that men like him wouldn’t hesitate to sell them out for a raise. What he didn’t appreciate was the way he threatened to imprison Peter as soon as they would get him free from Wanda’s control. Erik felt the metal in the man’s outfit and forced him closer, bringing him at his level. A sliver of fear was seen for a split second in Hayward’s eyes and a feeling of satisfaction crept into his chest. That man was a coward. “You listen to me,” he growled, “we can take out this base in seconds if we feel like it. I’ve seen your kind before, you crush others to rise in rank, but deep down you’re scared. You’re terrified because you’re aware that you are nothing. And if you drop your facade even for a second, they will see you for what you truly are. So, you take out the competition before it even has a chance to realize its potential. But guess what? You’ve met your match because I see you for what you truly are.” He paused as he stared into the man’s eyes. It was a competition of stares that lasted for a few seconds. Erik’s unwavering gaze pierced through the man’s pitiful attempt at intimidation without much effort. Finally, he let his grip go and kept his ground as Hayward took a few steps back. “Here’s a deal, little man, stay out of our way and we’ll stay out of yours.”

The director glared at him and then switched to the other people in the room, probably wondering if the threats he had said had a chance of becoming reality. Whatever he concluded, Erik didn’t know, but the man left the room fuming. The room was silent for a few seconds before Charles wheeled himself closer. He was about to speak but the metal bender beat him to it. “Don’t try to reason with me, old friend, that man had it coming. I only spoke the truth.”

The bald man shook his head. “Yes, you are right, and I don’t blame you for this, but perhaps threatening the director of the base we’re staying in wasn’t the greatest idea?”

Before he could argue, Raven intervened, “I think you did good. It’s been a while since I had seen one of your Magneto speeches; that Stryker knock off deserved it.”

He snorted at her comparison; Hayward was very similar to their own impersonation of the anti-mutant feeling back home. Kurt seemed a little unsettled by Erik’s speech. But he didn’t have time to make sure the teen was alright. Suddenly, the television in their little bunker flickered on; a new episode was starting. They all scrambled to sit down as the screen showed one of the twins running around with a camera in his hands. The upbeat intro song was echoing through the room.

‘Wanda!

WandaVision!

Don’t try to fight the chaos

Don’t question what you’ve done

The game can try to play us

Don’t let it stop the fun’

He opened the bathroom door, showing Wanda brushing her teeth; she also had rollers in her hair. She closed the door with her magic and Tommy ran downstairs to Vision who was reading the newspaper.

‘Some days, it’s all confusion

Easy come and easy go’

Erik watched the screen anxiously as the family members were shown, what would she make her son do?

‘But if it’s all illusion

Sit back, enjoy the show!’

The twin went in the kitchen, their neighbor was looking in the fridge. After a distasteful close up of the woman’s behind, Tommy was now headed for outside.

‘Let’s keep it going

Through each distorted day

Let’s keep it going

Though there may be no way of knowing

Who’s coming by to play’

A blur came out from the house and Erik’s stomach twisted as his son appeared on screen. He was wearing a grey and black shirt and jeans shorts. He briefly stopped in front of the camera and pulled his tongue out like some sort of rock star. He ran out of the shot and came back holding the long-haired twin under one arm. The screen froze to simulate a family picture being taken. The logo ‘WandaVision’ in red and yellow hues.

“Pietro Maximoff as himself?” remarked Raven unimpressed. “Really?”

Erik didn’t react to her voice; he was all too focused on his son. While he didn’t seem that different than usual, he couldn’t help but notice his hair. His usual silver mess of hair were now a bleached blonde. He stared at the screen in disbelief.

This woman had taken away one of Peter’s most unique traits, a part of his personality, to fit her narrative.

He continued looking at the screen with a mix of rage and anxiety. If she had changed him so easily to fulfill her illusion; there was no telling what else she could do if she found out he wasn’t truly her brother.

***

Notes: Next chapter: the halloween special! (and something else)

[joshriku]

hi!! I saw a rec list of yours where you were like, "i actually have more but some of them are just the real popular ones so im like. Yeah youve read it." -- but I HAVENT!! I'm brand new to cherik and looking for those ultimate recs, those smash hits. could you rec some ultimate cherik fic, if you have the time? i'm not big on fluff but anything too cutesy but otherwise I'm totally open!!! thank you in advance!

hiii :D i would absolutely recommend you to also browse the tag filtering it by kudos because i tend to filter out some things and i also tend to be picky with stuff so there's probably Smashing Hits(tm) i overlooked bc i was like 'nahh im not in the mood today' and my god there are so many good authors and fics that probs go undiscovered by ME. so do make sure you don't miss out on Those Hits

that being said i went through my bookmarks and i'm grabbing those ones with thousands of kudos (bc to me A Lot of Kudos are anything over 100 but i know some cherik fics have liek 5k or more so. i rec going thru the tag fr) so if i repeat myself from the other recs im very sorry but teehee here you go!!!!

these are all like. well. they don't have major trigger warnings or bad endings so enjoy

two lonely souls in a fish bowl by blarfkey: this is really more centered around pietro and erik but the cherik in it is mmmmmwah and also it's jsut so fucking good if you need to scratch that itch of 'damn i wish pietro had told erik he was his dad' like the rest of us. it's so so so good and IT'S A WHOLE SERIES SO CHECK THAT OUT THEY'RE ALL SO GOOOOD.

been there, done that by asyouwish: time loop fic! fucking love that. erik gets stuck in a timeloop before the cuba thing happens. i love seeing littl emen suffer trapped in time

i don't want to wake up on my own anymore by pocky_slash: my bookmark tag here says 'something about erik sleeping' so i reread it and i was like oghggoghg erik sleeping....so YEAH.

orphans of forgetting by pocky_slash: AHGP okay this one's fucking good listen to me. i like men going through emotional trials that fucks them up but gives them an emotionally fulfilling result. this fics good

the pretender by clocks: au where erik fake proposes to charles to get free food. they're still mutants. apparently i bookmarked this one saying 'im going to cry' and now i remember i was jsut really emotional that day and there was no reason to cry as it is a very good and funny fic. help

the whole world wants what we're on by waketosleep: and there was only one bed!

mi casa, su casa by zairaA: i love this one. it's so fun to read. charles moves into his new apartment only to find out erik already lived there. i love this fic.

shalom malakh by zairaa: ive read this oen so many times and only now ive connected the dots that it's the same author. david haller is in this fic. 10/10 showstoppin gi love MY BOYYYYYY !!!!!! but other than that it's so fucking good. what's better than coming back from the dead to haunt ur loved ones AM I RIGHT..

still life with cookies by ren: this one's cute. like a romcom. the pining on this one is so good and enjoyable i liked it so much

a nice boy (the family matters edition) by pocky_slash: IVE RECCED THIS BEFORE. BUT LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO I REREAD IT AND I CRIED SO LIKE HERE IT GOES AGAIN

x marks the spot by the hoyden: i fuckign lvoe this fic. every time i reread it i blink and it's over even though its like 20k words but it's jsut THAT good!!!!

the courtship by danveresque: what's better than canon characters cherik. REINCARNATIPON FICS . fuck my life thsi fic stresse dme out so bad but it was so good. i love it.

never too late to be who you might have been by acetamide: charles and erik wake up in the future (the 2000s timeline movies) and only remember up until what they know before the cuban missile crisis. chaos but also sweet shit :)

tessellation by nekosmuse: i feel like ive mentioned this one before. no MATTER. it's GOOD. IT FUCKS ME UP SO BAD. it does messes with comic canon and also the xmen animated series so it's PERFECT FOR ME and i really do feel it's a classic. liek. 3k kudos should attest for a classic yeah. magneto is a charles xavier enjoyer. they meet. fall in love. Shit Happens. but like it's my favorite.

i think those are all the fics i have that are over 1k kudos long weeps.. again i SUPER encourage you to filter it by kudos when you go the charles/erik tag bc there are SO many fics with SO much content so please enjoy! i accidentally opened the tag and filtered it on august 2021 and i keep going through it. 2 years later yeah. i'm in like page 157 of it. we all make mistakes. but thank you for the ask and i hope you enjoy! :)