#james mcavoy fic

[veevil]

More @nyang-cheng's siren cherik AU art!! Erik bites to show affection

[vismoney]

- LIKE HIM.

Pairing :: Charles Xavier x Female!Reader, mentions of Father!Erik Lehnsherr x Daughter!Reader.

Summary :: After 8 years of asking Charles the same questions about your father, Erik Lehnsherr, you finally asked him the one question that had been plaguing your mind the most.

Warnings :: Brief mention of smut at the end. Some angst, some fluff. Charles is weird for sleeping with a former student that he used to teach one-on-one, no use of y/n (there will never be on my blog), reader is over 18+ (but then again she was his student for the past 8 years), and reader's mutation is not specified.

Note :: I literally didn't know how to end the story as a whole, so I tried my best 😭 Currently obsessing over Like Him by Tyler, The Creator right now, so this story is inspired by that. Set before the events of X-Men Apocalypse, so Erik is very much still in Poland with his wife and daughter. I'm very nervous since I don't know how to write broken familial relationships, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

“I don’t know where he is.”

Charles had repeated that exact sentence to you for the past 8 years of your life at his school everytime you asked if he knew where your father was, but you were 95% certain that everytime he answered your question, he did know where he was located.

At exactly 8 years after being enrolled at the school by your human mother as soon as the Institute reopened after the Vietnam war, you sat right across Charles at his office, as you two celebrated the anniversary of your enrollment over a competitive game of chess and some reminiscing of some nostalgic memories. The warm lights of the lamps and the soft glow of the fireplace gave the environment a warm setting, in contrast to the cloudy darkness of the night sky outside, it had been raining a lot in Westchester after all.

Being the affair daughter of one of the greatest mutants living on this planet automatically granted you the terrified respect of the people around you, one that you abuse endlessly without consequences, especially with the Professor. You did wonder if he only answered your many questions about your father because he knew if he didn’t, you would either figure it out yourself by leaving the school and endangering yourself, or you’d give him the silent treatment, the latter being the most likely.

You could feel his eyes on you as you debated what move would grant you an easy win with the least amount of chess pieces sacrificed. To most people, Professor Charles Xavier was a serious man who would stop at nothing if it meant it protected mutantkind, or the students at his school. Before you graduated, you had certainly held that opinion of him, even though you were one titled as one of his special students, the kids who had the privilege of chatting with him on the daily and received one-on-one lessons with him, like Jean.

As you moved your rook to take his knight, you leaned back onto your seat and met his gaze. You wondered again if you were only one of his special students because you were Magneto’s daughter or if your powers were truly special and powerful enough that he felt the need of having private lessons with him. 

“I thought you’d have more newer questions about him tonight.” He remarked as he took a sip of his whiskey out of his glass, while retaining his intense eye contact with you. “I thought you wouldn’t ask me again where his location was.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“You know that I would immediately tell you first if I had information on Erik’s whereabouts.”

“Really? I thought Hank would have the privilege of that first.” 

Charles quirked up a small smile at your sarcastic remark. He downed all his whiskey at once and placed his glass back at the table. “The last time I checked, he isn’t related to Erik at all; unless Erik has some more unknown children that I don’t know about.”

You smirked as you considered the thought of your absent father having more unknown kids somewhere. “Well, you know him better than I do, Professor, what do you think?”

Charles chuckled and shook his head as he moved one of his bishops to take your rook. “I bet on it, my dear.” He said smoothly.

The discussion about Magneto was quickly forgotten as the night went on, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of his office was disrupted by quiet grunts and groans filling up the room as you and Charles entangled yourselves in a passionate exchange. 

The early rays of the sun shone in the room as you drew lazy patterns behind Charles’ back as he  laid asleep. The quickly turned innocent celebration to the intense encounter had quickly worn him up, something that you had teased him about multiple times before. As you watched him sleep, the thought of your father crossed your mind again, sending you down into a spiral of endless unanswered questions. Did he know that you exist? How would he treat you if he found out that you are his daughter? Would you look like him?

For an enemy of the US Government, they sure don’t hold any pictures of him at all. From searching the web, or going to the library, there were many accounts of who Magneto is, not what Magento looks like. Even when you managed to sneak out of your dorm in the past after curfew to look around the mansion for any pictures that the Professor might have of his former best friend, he had nothing. Out of all the questions that you had repeatedly asked Charles about, asking “Do I look like my father?” was the one you dreaded the answer for.

As if on cue, the man laying in front of you slowly stirred awake and met your gaze. “Good morning, darling.” He whispered softly and leaned in to kiss your lips. “How long have you been awake?

“Just a few minutes ago.” 

He hummed and brought your head to rest on his bare chest. “Thinking, again?

“When have I ever stopped thinking?” You chuckled against his chest and sighed in contentment. Comfortable silence filled the room as he caressed your hair with such gentleness, that a newborn baby would be jealous.

“Do I look like him?” You asked suddenly, as if your mouth had a life on its own.

He stopped caressing your hair and tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “Look like who?”

“My father.”

He paused, his eyes looking over your face; from your eyes, to your nose, to your lips. “..No. You don’t look like him.” He answered honestly but bluntly, not sugarcoating his answer in any way, shape, or form. “You look much more like your mother.”

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

a/n: I’ve had this story in my notes drafts for a hot minute but I never posted it but now I feel like I should.

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I had always known I was different. From the time I was little, strange things happened around me. Objects moved without cause, emotions surged uncontrollably, and the whispers in my head never ceased. When I discovered the full extent of my powers, I knew I needed help—someone who could guide me. That's when I met Charles Xavier.

He was young, kind, and immensely powerful. His ability to control and influence minds was unparalleled, but it was his patience and understanding that drew me in. He offered to help me harness my abilities, and I accepted, desperate to gain control over the chaos within me.

The process was grueling. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with intense training sessions, meditation, and mental exercises. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the weight of my powers felt too heavy to bear. But Charles was always there, encouraging me, pushing me to my limits, and teaching me to master my abilities. Over time, our relationship deepened. I found myself drawn to him, not just because he was my mentor, but because of who he was—compassionate, intelligent, and incredibly attractive.

One evening, after a particularly challenging session, Charles suggested we take a break. “How about we go out for drinks? Just the two of us,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date? Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? Trying to contain my excitement, I agreed, and we made our way to a cozy bar in town.

The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made my pulse quicken. We sat at a corner table, and for a while, everything felt perfect. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and I felt closer to him than ever before.

But then, she appeared. A tall, confident blonde with a predatory smile. She sauntered over to our table and immediately latched onto Charles, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, placing a hand on his arm. “Mind if I join you?”

Charles tried to gently extricate himself from her grasp. “Actually, we’re on a date,” he said, nodding towards me.

The blonde glanced at me and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like he’d ever go out with you.”

The words stung, and anger flared within me. How dare she dismiss me so easily? I felt a surge of energy, the familiar tingle of my powers awakening. Discreetly, I focused on her, channeling my emotions into a subtle spell. Suddenly, the blonde started babbling, spilling embarrassing secrets about herself.

“I can't believe I lost my job today,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. “And my ex dumped me because I cheated on him. Oh my god, why am I saying this?”

She turned and fled, humiliated, leaving Charles and me alone once more. I felt a pang of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. Charles turned to me, his expression serious.

“Did you use your powers?” he asked quietly.

Guilt washed over me, and I nodded. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know. I felt jealous, possessive. I wanted you all to myself.”

Charles sighed and suggested we head back to the school. The drive back was silent, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. Had I ruined everything? As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.

“Charles, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to lose control. I just... I care about you so much, and seeing her with you made me feel... threatened.”

He remained silent, his face unreadable. As we entered the mansion, I turned to head to my room, wanting to escape the shame and disappointment I felt.

But then, I heard his voice in my mind. “Y/N, I’m not mad or disappointed. In fact, I’m feeling quite the opposite. That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, Charles closed the distance between us, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately to his touch, my desire for him igniting like wildfire. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his strong chest as I returned his kiss eagerly. Charles' taste and touch were addictive, and I already knew I would never get enough of him.

Guided by pure instinct, Charles backed me up against a wall, his lips never leaving mine as he reached behind me to open a nearby door. Still kissing me deeply, he backed us into his bedroom, our mouths fused together.

Breaking the kiss briefly, Charles growled softly, his breath hot against my ear, "Get on the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and I felt my core clench at the commanding tone he was taking with me. I wanted him to take control, to show me just how much he wanted me.

I did exactly as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and looked up at Charles expectantly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it, revealing his muscled chest and abs.

My mouth watered at the sight, my eyes roaming over his defined body as I licked her lips subconsciously.

Charles kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and my pussy clenched at the sight, my own clothes feeling too tight and restricting.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," Charles demanded, his voice hoarse as he watched her intently. "Show me that beautiful body."

I sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I lifted my top over my head, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, shimmying out of them, and then slowly stepped out of my panties, now completely naked and on display for Charles.

He groaned, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my breasts and smooth pussy. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He took a step closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Charles..." I whimpered, my voice filled with need. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me where I wanted and needed it the most.

As if reading my mind, Charles smiled wickedly, lowering himself between my thighs. He nuzzled my creamy thighs with his face, placing soft kisses along my sensitive skin as he made his way closer to my core.

I sighed, my hands threading through his hair as I savored the feel of his lips and tongue on my skin.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," Charles murmured against my pussy, his warm breath teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs again before finally zeroing in on my center, his tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe along my slit.

I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt his tongue swipe through my folds, collecting my essence. "Oh God, Charles!"

Encouraged by my reaction, Charles gently gripped my thighs, spreading me open further to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into my dripping core, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, my body writhing on the bed as Charles ate me out with skill and enthusiasm.

My hands grasped the bedsheets as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Charles devoured me eagerly, clearly enjoying the sweet nectar I was offering him.

It didn't take long for me to climax, my walls clenching around Charles' fingers as I cried out his name.

Charles hummed in satisfaction, licking and lapping up my juices as I rode out my orgasm. But he didn't stop there, continuing to work his magic with his tongue and fingers until I was trembling with sensitivity.

"Please... I can't take any more," I panted, my body still throbbing from the intense orgasms. "I need to taste you now."

With a grin, Charles withdrew his fingers and tongue, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he climbed up the bed, positioning himself above me. I reached for his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly as I guided him to my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the engorged head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deep into my mouth. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off.

I took my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and bobbing my head as I looked up at him through my lashes. I loved the power I felt in this position, knowing that I could bring this strong, powerful mutant to his knees with just my mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Charles groaned, his hips picking up a slight rhythm as he gently fucked my face.

I hummed in response, the vibration making Charles grit his teeth. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted to feel the tight heat of my mouth around him as he came. With a low growl, he began to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening as he chased his release.

"Fuck my face, Charles," I moaned, loving the feel of his hard length sliding between my lips. "Cum for me."

my dirty words sent Charles over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled down my throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into my eager mouth.

I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop he gave me as he rode out his intense orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, catching our breath, before Charles gently withdrew from her mouth, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are amazing, baby."

The comment made me blush, a happy warmth spreading through me as I reached up to kiss him. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy the ride."

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles lay back on the bed, his hard cock standing proud as he watched me straddle him. I smiled wickedly, reaching for a condom from the bedside drawer before rolling it onto him with ease.

I took my time, rubbing my slick folds against his length as I teased us both. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to urge me down onto him. "Tease," he accused playfully, reaching up to tweak my nipples, making me gasp.

"Impatient," I retorted, aligning myself with him before slowly sinking down, taking him deep inside me. We both groaned, I threw my head back as I savored the feel of him stretching me.

Charles' hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to ride him, my tits bouncing with each bounce.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I picked up the pace, my hips moving in perfect rhythm. Charles thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he helped to guide me onto him.

"You feel so good, baby," Charles panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "So wet and tight."

I moaned, my head falling forward as I got lost in the sensations. Charles' cock hit all the right spots inside me, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

Reaching between us, I started to rub my clit in tight circles as I rode him harder, my breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum, Charles."

"Cum for me, baby," Charles urged, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight pussy."

As if on cue, my walls clenched around him, my juices flowing as I cried out his name. Charles groaned, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself into the condom.

Our bodies shuddered together as we rode out our intense, mutual orgasm.

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt Charles' arms wrap around me, holding me close. We were both sweaty and sticky, but the post-coital glow and the feeling of satisfaction made it all worth it.

"That was incredible," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Charles smiled, his hand gently tracing invisible circles on my back. "It certainly was. But we're not done yet."

I lifted my head to look at him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"

Charles' gaze darkened with desire. "I want to try something different. Something a little wilder."

Intrigued, I bit my lip. "Like what?"

Charles rolled them over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "You'll see," he whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke my slick folds. "But first, I want to taste you again."

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My first Marvel story!!!!

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[thatcrazymind]

Okay once again

One sided Xavierine, where after Erik left (might be a Cuba or after dofp) Logan comes to Xavier school, (mat be after dofp just Charles found him after all this stadium drama) and He wants to gets his memories back, and Charles agrees to help him with it because of his telepathy. They work on this on some time and create a bond, Charles talks about Erik and Raven and Logan understands him perfectly. Erik may come back at somę point ? Just let me get this idea. ANGST POTENTIAL Logan falls hard for Charles but Charles loves Erik, and only carem about Logan as a friend. So my poor Logan suffers another shitty one sided love with another telepath.

Bonus points for Logan & Erik fights

[bellarkeselection]

Hello ! I love your work sm and was wondering if you could maybe possible do a Charles Xavier x reader where the reader is British like him but had lived in France most her life so when she gets angry like in class when teaching the students or just in general with other people and or things she start yelling and insulting in French (reader has ANGER ISSUES) ? If that is to much to ask I understand completely, thank you and I hope you have a great week my lovely xx

The British and French Professor

Hi there, anonymous asker - I’m sorry it took me a while before I got this posted but I hope you enjoy what I have wrote

Some people simply find enjoyment in staying in the state or country they were born in.

Others have this desire to travel the world and see more than what we have been around most of their lives.

And I used to be one of those people that stayed at home until I met Charles Xavier and his beautiful dream that he had for mutants and the rest of the world at Oxford University when I had gotten my dream job to teach as a professor here.

The first time I had left my childhood home in France I had to adjust to many different things, especially switching from my French accent to a British one that my mother had. She taught me all she could but I haven’t been able to not curse in French when I let my anger get the better of me.

Walking into my college classroom I sat my bag down seeing most of my students were already in their seats and ready for our exam that day. Taking out my exam papers I heard one of my students coming up to my desk with a nervous look on her face. “Excuse me, Professor L/n. I was hoping I could be excused from today’s exam cause I didn’t get enough sleep last night.” The girl's name was Penny and she had her blonde hair up in a ponytail.

Holding the exam papers up against my chest so she couldn’t see the questions I sent her a half smile. “You’ve known this exam has been coming up for two weeks now.”

“Professor L/n, I can’t take the exam today because I broke up with my girlfriend and that was really draining for me.” One of the boys that sits next to her came up coming up with a half assed excuse.

Rolling my eyes I glared at him. “That’s not a valid reason to not take this exam, Bryan.”

“But Professor L/n-“

The classroom door got thrown open and I saw one of the cheerleaders running inside the classroom completely dressed in her pajamas. “I totally thought she was joking about us having an exam the day before fall break.”

“Alright that’s enough.” Laying the exams faced down beside my laptop that was sitting on the desk.

Easton, who was a senior who had failed this class two more times rose from his seat, beginning to put on his backpack and leave the room. “I’m out of here. I don’t need to learn about English if I’m going to play in the NFL one day.”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” Another boy began to pack his things, making the blood inside of me start to boil.

Slamming my palms down on the wooden desk I raised my voice at the students who were trying to leave the classroom. “Nobody leaves this room unless I say that class is over!”

“But half of them aren’t prepared for class, Professor L/n. Why should we make it where they pass because we came prepared for the exam?” Amy, who was one of my best students, raised her hand getting frustrated with the fact that their good test scores would help out the ones who could care less about trying to take or pass the exam for today.

Running a hand down my face I huffed doing my best to not let my anger take over. Even if this wasn’t the first time we have had this conversation in my class this year. “Amy, you shouldn’t worry about the curve. I will not improve the others' grades considering we have already discussed this.”

“So since we’re having this conversation I’m assuming we aren’t having the exam today. I’ll see you on Monday.” Penny slowly started walking backwards towards the door.

“Vous tous gèlez cet instant ! Je refuse d'avoir cette discussion cette année. Vous devez suivre ce cours, je suis votre professeur, ce qui signifie que vous ferez ce que je dis, ce qui signifie que nous aurons l'examen aujourd'hui et que toute personne qui échouera à l'examen devra écrire un essai pendant la pause qui explique comment vous serez préparé pour notre prochain examen. Est-ce clair pour tout le monde ?” - - - - - ( All of you freeze this instant! I refuse to have this discussion anymore this year. You are required to take this course, I am your professor meaning you will do what I say, so that means we will be having the exam today and anyone who fails the exam will be required to write an essay over break that explains how you will be prepared for our next exam. Is that clear to everyone? )

All my students' eyes were locked onto me after I had stopped shouting in French and a familiar British accent could be heard throughout the classroom. “On that note I’d say Professor L/n isn’t feeling well and needs to step out. My colleague Hank will be protruding your exam and will make sure everyone finishes before they leave.” Charles slowly enters the room with his friend Hank coming in behind him moments later.

Slumping my shoulders, the anger that I was feeling almost went away instantly when I saw his face and those piercing blue eyes. “Charles.”

“Let’s both be done for the day. I think you and your students have been stressed out enough for some time.” The telepathic professor extended his hand out to me waiting for me to give him my hand. Slowly intertwining my hand with his own he led me out of the classroom and grabbed my bag.

Once we were outside I felt my entire body relax with the wind in my hair and the sun on my face simply taking a walk with the man that I loved. Charles found a park bench and we sat down where I laid my head against his shoulder sighing heavily. “I didn’t mean to snap at them. My anger - my anger issues just got the better of me.”

“I know you didn’t mean for that to happen, Y/n. You are one of the greatest people I have ever met. So don’t beat yourself up over what happened in your class a few minutes ago.” Charles tucked some hair behind my ear.

Lifting my head up I gently kissed him, threading my fingers through his long brown hair. “Thank you, Charles. I appreciate you being here for me.”

“I’ll always have my girls back. You are my love, Y/n.” He smiled gently cupping my face in his hands deeply kissing me back where we just enjoyed the peaceful moment together.

[ooggie-boogie-man]

I have been so hyperfixated on x-men (the james mcavoy and Michael fassbender ones) and I’m so rahhhhh, I love the other x-men and everyone who comes in in the other movies but first class has my heart

[chalterdh22]

Helping an Old Friend - Squealing-Santa 2024

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!!!

Fandom: X-Men Prequel Films

Lee:  Charles Xavier

Ler: Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings:  None!  All fluff!

Normally Charles was the glass is half full professor.  He usually saw the better of people and circumstances.  Erik, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, which is why they balance each other out so well.  It had been years past since Charles’ accident.  So, it wasn’t anything new, but today was a rough day.

“Charles, I swear, I wish there were times I could mind read like you do, to know what exactly is going on in that head of yours.”  Erik said, sitting on a chair in the mansion, and Charles was trying to move himself from the wheelchair to the couch.  “Why are you trying to get yourself to the couch anyway?  There are plenty of other seats around.  Why pick the hardest one to move to?”  Erik was now all but yelling at the professor, who was sweating on how hard he was trying to get over to the couch.

“Erik, I know I don’t say this enough, but please, shut up old friend!”  Charles said under his breath, not looking up.

Erik now stood up and kneeled next to his friend, who now just had his head in his hands, seemingly taking a break.  “Here,” Erik said softly, trying to help his friend over, only to get swatted away by Charles’ hand. 

“Please, do not touch me.”  Charles was looking straight in Erik’s eyes, piercing right through him.  For some reason, this made Erik smile and puff out a laugh.

“Charles, are you really so stubborn as to not accept help from me?” Erik asked, as he now sat on the couch that Charles was trying to get to.  “What would be the point?”

“It’s nothing, nevermind.”  Charles voice seemed to dry up a little. 

“Come on, tell me what’s going on?”

“No, I’ll pass for now, but thanks.”  Charles responded.

“Charles, tell me, or I’ll have to……”  he stopped mid-sentence and realized Charles was paying no attention to him whatso ever.  He was completely deep in thought, so Erik, stoop up slowly, reached for his bag and put his helmet on, so Charles couldn’t read his mind.

When he sat back down, Erik had a huge grin on his face.  It wasn’t often he got to best the professor, mostly because of the mind control.  But he had watched Charles once getting a massage and the masseuse made him giggle and squirm.  He never knew Charles to be ticklish, but he was.  Erik didn’t think Charles would even remember such a miniscule detail, but Erik did.

After Erik hadn’t moved or said anything in a few seconds, Charles caught wind of not being able to penetrate his friend’s thoughts, and his head shot up quickly to see Erik wearing his beloved helmet.

“Erik, why do you have that on, may I ask?”  Charles asked nervously.

“No reason, but I do have a few questions for you?”  Erik said softly, putting his hand gently on Charles shoulder, which he shrugged off immediately.

“I told you; I don’t want to discuss anything.  Please just let me be.”

“No, because you never let me have those moments, and I want to know what’s bothering you.” 

Charles was now sitting straight up, shaking his head no.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to take drastic measures.”  This made Charles laugh and smile.  He had never gotten tickled by Erik, so he had no idea that’s what he was planning to do.

“Really? Well, let’s see what the mighty Magneto can do.”  Charles said smugly, crossing his arms, facing towards Erik now.  And since Charles couldn’t move quickly, Erik knew he could get him to talk.

Erik, shrugged his shoulder and reached one hand and pinched Charles side on his lower rib case, making him gasp and swat his hand.

“Wh-what are you doing?  Have you gone mad?”

“No, actually.  I’m thinking quite clearly.”  He reached out and pinched the other side and received the same reaction.  “If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you, I’ll make you talk!”

Charles tried to push his arms on the couch to scoot himself away in his wheelchair, but Erik used his powers and locked the wheels.  “Now where do you think you are going?  We are just getting started.”

“Erik, don’t.”  Charles said sternly, not smiling the least bit.  Erik knew he had touched a nerve.    He moved over on the couch closer and moved the wheelchair that had his helpless friend in it, so it was facing him directly.

Using his powers again, he moved the belt buckles on the wheelchair and tied them around Charles’ wrists, tying them to the arms of the wheelchair.  “Now this is better.”  Erik said softly, with still a smile on his face.  He reached both hands out to his lower ribs and gently squeezed them up and down, moving his fingers in between each trapped rib.

“Naaaa, Noooo Errrriikkkk!  Sttttoooo-ooopppp!”

“Tell me what’s bothering you and I will”, although Erik secretly hoped he would hold out a little longer, because this was too much fun for him!

Erik pulled his hands back for just a second, and then shot them up into his armpits, earning a huge gasp and squeal, not one he had ever heard from his friend before.  He again pulled his hands back out.  “I think I found a nice, tender spot; wouldn’t you say?”

Charles was shaking his head frantically, pulling hard with his arms, trying to protect himself.

“I think we’ll go back there.”  And this time he moved at a turtle’s speed, reached slowly towards the professors under arms again, which now had a small, sweat stain peering through his nice, button-down shirt.

Still shaking his head, and gathering his breath, he was stammering, “Not, th-there, pl-please.”

Erik still moving at the same speed had Charles laughing already, and he was even being tickled yet.  “No, no, not until you tell me.”  Charles just kept shaking his head no, cheeks flushed and sweat glistening his face.

Erik then moved quickly back to his under arms and massaged them like before, sending the professor almost shooting straight out of his wheelchair if he could.  Erik’s mouth grinning, slightly opened was softly squishing and digging into the sweaty flesh, sending Charles into hysterics, throwing his head back and forth, pushing his upper body as much as he could to get away.

Charles was gasping and not laughing aloud anymore, so he pulled back, crossed his legs, and gave him a few seconds to breath.  “Well, what will it be?  Answering a simple question to a friend who only wants to help you, or continue to be stubborn and allow me to find other sweet spots?”

Charles starting to catch his breath, still shaking his head no, with a huge smile splattered across his face, “No, please, hold on, just hold on for a minute.”  As he said this, Erik reached out and tickled behind his ear, making him turn his head quickly to out maneuver it.  “Ok, ok.  Damn, Erik, you are relentless.  I’ll tell you, and then please stop!”

“Deal.”

Charles took a few more breaths, leaned back in his wheelchair, feeling a bit safer. 

“I was trying to get to the couch because some students were sitting there, showing each other some photos, and wanted me to see them.”  He paused; the seriousness started coming back to his face.  “I believe it was out of habit, the on student tapped the seat on the couch next to him, as to say sit here and I’ll show you.  I know he didn’t mean anything by it and immediately felt embarrassed by his action, which made me feel worse.”

He paused again, looking at Erik, who was looking back at his helpless friend.  “I don’t want people to feel embarrassed around me, or feel they have to do anything special to accommodate me.”

“Isn’t that what we all do here, accommodate to each person’s unique abilities?  Why are you so different?”

“I’m not.”  He paused to think about that.  “I do understand what you’re saying though.”  Erik just nodded his head. 

“Do you feel a little better?”  Erik was standing in front of Charles now, looking down.

“Yes, but please, do me a favor?”

Erik started to walk away and turned his head.  “And what’s that?”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”  Erik huffed a laughed and then realized he might never be able to take his helmet off again.  Oh well.  It was worth it.

The end.

@squealing-santa

@tickly-tufts!

[andr33yy]

6k words.. and I'm only 60% done...

This is a curse brothers...

[wishchip106]

i miss you my pretty, pretty princess 💔😿😔

he has the kind of eyes you’d write poetry about

his wrinkles disappeared 🤨

honestly i wish i had his hair why couldn’t he have given it to me if he was going to go bald anyway 😒

how did Erik not drop everything immediately after seeing this face? he’s got some strong self-control thats for sure

it didn’t last long tho, his brain had to supply his daily Charles edit

[4humankind]

So, @no-te-lo-voy-a-dar and I started X-Men'97

(no spoilers please, beware of spoilers / plot for those episodes down below tho lmao)

And after the first two episodes I can't help but think of this fic again:

It's from 2014 and I have not idea how heavily the plotline "Charles dies and leaves everything to Erik in his will" came up before in the comics, but a applaud this author (again) for this amazing work of art. I loved everything about it and feel like this is the most natural, realistic and inherently cherik ending to their relationship there is.

[stellewriites]

hello just saw speak no evil and it has got my thoughts GOING,, i think an au is on the horizon for it

[chaosandwolves]

I feel incredibly stupid

I just rewatched the golden compass movie and googled why there was never a part 2 and.... I just found out that the "His dark materials" series is exactly that story!???

WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS????

Like I even read the first book but I never knew that's what the series is called

Omg wtf

WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS???

On the bright side... Got a new series to watch... So I guess... Yay?

Edit:

Wait... James McAvoy stars in this???

Again....

WHY DID I NOT KNOW THIS?

[countrymusiclover]

21 - Lehnsherr Revenge

Part 22

Battle of Heart and Mind

Tag list - ask to be added (in my ask box please) @aintinacage @hiraethrhapsody @mostlymarvelgirl @importantgalaxyrunaway

Shrugging on a red leather jacket paired with a gray tea shirt and dark blue jeans with boots. Tying my hair in a French braid going down my back I just stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. “The baby…they would have been a mutant like me and sissy.”

Ryder’s words were still buzzing around in my mind. Lowering a hand to my stomach I felt tears welling in my eyes thinking of my baby. Gripping the sink underneath my fingertips I sucked in a sharp and shaky breath hearing footsteps come across the creaky wooden floor. “Addison?”

“I just need a minute, Erik.” I tremble out a response with him standing in the doorway wearing a different change of clothes like me.

His gaze lifted up from the floor watching me. “Take your time. I just got the twins in the car.”

“Did you tell Charles we are dropping them off?” My eyes held focus on the mirror. Dropping one hand to my stomach I gripped the fabric of my shirt between my fingers still feeling the baby in me even though that wasn't the case.

My husband stepped up behind me unsure what the right thing was to do for me. Anyway he still wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Don't worry about that right now. Besides, he's a telepath. He'll figure it out.”

“I never thought this would happen to us. I…I never had a reason to want those people dead. Until they…they killed our baby.” Spinning my body around to face his front I couldn't stop the tears when I looked him in the eye.

He was no stranger to harsh and personal loss, but I was. My father Shaw and I weren't really close but this baby was a part of me. “Addi, come here. We're gonna be okay.”

“How are we going to be okay?” I sobbed into his shirt clutching the fabric in between my fingers.

Erik remained silent, unsure how to answer. “I'm not sure yet. But we'll figure it out.” The pair just remained holding one another until they both believed it was out of their system at least for a few hours until something triggered the horrible memory again.

The drive to the factory wasn't far from our house. Erik put the car in park looking into the backseat at the twins. “You have to be good and do exactly what you're mother tells you too. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.” Astraea nodded.

Ryder gave a thumbs up. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure you want to do this still, Addison?” Erik shifted in his seat sending her a weak look.

Reaching across the dash I intertwined my hand in his. “They deserve it, Erik.” We got out of the car and slowly walked into the factory. Erik closed the metal door with his mind causing everyone to turn their attention towards the two of us.

“Some of you spoke to the police... about what you believe you witnessed here yesterday. You want to know my powers... know who I am... see what I can do? I'll show you.” Erik began speaking, never removing my hand from his. “Think of the person you love most in your life. Your wife. Mother. Daughter. Son….unborn child Now that person will know what it is to lose someone they love. And live with that pain. Forever.”

One of the workers spoke. “Henryk, please. Don't do this.”

“My name isn't Henryk. My name is Magneto…Addison.” He answered him back watching me step forward turning our hands red taking his power.

Stepping forward away from him, my hands clutching into fists at my sides. “Invidia!” Raising my hands out in front of me and shooting my power towards the men.

The workers grabbed their heads crying out when the metal helmets they wore began crunching around their heads. I waved one of my hands, launching them up into the air and then slammed them down into the ground. The metal wires coming up out of the dirt, wrapping around them. Erik watched me with a smirk on his face making the men who wronged us both suffer.

“Who the fuck are you?” Erik could feel someone standing behind us so he glanced over his shoulder coming to see a guy with dark blue skin and covered in warriors type armor.

“I’m here for you.” The stranger answered.

Erik quickly turned his head telling me to run. “Get out of here. I’ll find you if he can be trusted.” Bolting out of the factory to the car I ran out of there with the kids in the backseat asleep. The drive was long before Erik texted me saying we should go along with the stranger and whatever plan he had.

Parking the car in the driveway of the school I nudged each twin, waking them up. Holding my hands with the two I walked them inside in search of Xavier’s main office. Some kids ran past us before I saw a wheelchair go into one of the rooms telling me where he was. Entering the office room the familiar professor lifted his head up from the papers he had scattered on the desk. “Addi! Astraea, Ryder. It’s good to see you. I wasn’t expecting a visit.”

“Sorry to just drop in unannounced. We weren’t exactly planning on coming without telling you beforehand.” I apologized to my friend.

Charles raised a hand not offended. “Don’t apologize, love. Is Erik with you too?”

“Mommy left him at his work.” Ryder piped up standing by his twin sister.

Charles knitted his brows. “I’m afraid I’m not following.”

“Kiddos, how about you go to your rooms here and get settled while I talk with your uncle Charles. I’ll find you before we get some food.” Bending down on a knee I pushed the kids out the door so we could talk privately. I didn’t wish for them to know what was really going on.

Once the office door was shut Charles spoke up. “Addi, please tell me what is going on.” I knew he could read my mind to know the answer but he was still polite about it.

“I was pregnant, Charles. Until I lost it.” I sniffed through some heavy tears that had begun falling down my face.

Charles raised a hand to his mouth. “Oh Addi. I’m so sorry. How…how did it happen if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A handful of policemen were killed by Erik after one of them accidentally fired an arrow into my stomach. I…I lost it a few seconds after I pulled the arrow out.” I sniffed wrapping my arms around myself for comfort.

Charles rolled up closer to me in his wheelchair. “But you’re perfectly fine now. How is that possible?”

“Ryder can heal people. He is a mutant like we were speculating. He actually has more than one ability.” I trailed off tucking hair behind my ear. “He can sense other mutants…the baby would have been one is what he told me and Erik.”

Charles tilted his head grasping my freehand in his giving me a soft look. “Addi, my love. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you. But I came here to ask you a favor.”

He answered without hesitation. “Ask me anything.”

“Could you watch the twins for a little while. Erik and I have some things to take care of but I don’t want them being around us while we finish our tasks.” I questioned the telepath professor.

He nodded in agreement. “Of course I can. In fact there’s no one in your old room. You can spend the night here if you wish before you return back to him.”

“I appreciate that. Thanks.” I squeezed his hand seperaing to go find my old room while he returned to grading his students papers. Night had come down on the old Xavier mansion faster than ever in my opinion. I had settled the twins down to sleep over an hour ago. Laying down underneath the covers of the bed I heard my phone vibrate on the nightstand. Picking up my phone I saw that Erik had texted me the details of the strange man.

Erik - He wants to have us both help him with his plans. How are the kids

Me - They are asleep now. I’ll make the drive back there tomorrow.

Erik - He says that he has someone who can locate you for him. Just stay at the house and we’ll come in.

Me - sounds suspicious. Just make sure he won’t hurt our kids

Erik - will do, Addison. Love you

Me - love you too

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[thatcrazymind]

Sad Girl autumn? 🍂🍁

How about SAD-CHARLES-CHERIK-ANGST-TAYLORSWIFT-PLAYLIST? 😭

Yes? Wanna cry even more while reading Your favourite angst fics? I bet You do! 🥺

Here You go⬇️

Cry now, thank me later! 😏

[mythoughts4thevoid]

👁️👁️ the lack of multi-chapter fanfiction is minorly giving me the urge to write a LONG ass fic.. only problem is, will the hyperfixation last long enough for me to even get far enough in the progress to Write It

we will see…

[adolin]

if i can add, the sheer number of fics of charles as the bottom or an omega would send that poor straight man to the hospital

I care less about that ngl because I think famous men getting twinkified and impregnated on ao3 is good for the environment and keeps them humble. It's feminism.