#lee!charles xavier

[sensitivedevelopments]

Surprise, Surprise (Cherik)

Welp. I suppose I've lurked for long enough. Have a little story.

Summary: Surprising a telepath is difficult, but definitely not impossible.

Warnings: Tickle fic. Skip if that's not your thing.

Lee!Charles, Ler!Erik, brief mentions of the reverse

Technically fits into FC, pre-beach divorce, if perhaps uncharacteristically fluffy.

Erik learned quickly and efficiently that you cannot surprise a telepath, especially when the two of you are dating.

Sure, Charles had agreed and then sworn on his life that he would not meddle in Erik's head without his permission (which Erik was unsure if he could ever give). It did quickly become apparent, however, that this was not the only problem his powers could cause.

"There are some things I cannot shut off," Charles said mournfully after a conversation where he had seemingly slipped up without thinking about it. "If you think too loudly, I get a general impression of it. Feelings and images, sometimes. Words, sometimes. I’m not always fast enough to block it out.”

There was apparently a difference between "inside thoughts" and "outside thoughts" as Charles worded it. Mostly, the outside ones were impulsive, emotional ones. If Erik got excited about something, or struck with an episode of terrible memories, Charles struggled to block that sort of thing out. But it wasn't his innermost thoughts, he could remind himself. They were just instincts. If he actively contemplated something, he could focus on keeping it to himself. Charles was also eager to show him how to keep the thoughts “quiet”, as it were.

Though this might never be enough for Erik and his anxiety, it did keep it at bay most of the time. It helped that Charles was so very earnest about it, apologizing so profusely, blocking him out so deliberately when he noticed. Eventually, carefully, Erik began to relax a little on this matter. Charles knowing that his spontaneous little surprises made him happy--really, truly happy--was not a bad thing after all. 

Surprising Charles in return, however, was next to impossible, and Erik found himself wanting to surprise him. If only for revenge. 

It started when Charles discovered that he was ticklish. A fact that was impossible to deny, not only because of the physical reaction, but because the feeling of it rolled like waves from him straight to Charles.

He hadn’t laughed in so long before then. Actually, physically laughed. It was a light, fluttering, terrifying feeling.

Okay, so perhaps he did not hate it. That did not mean he wanted Charles to do it in front of the others. This was quickly and obviously communicated after the first innocent little poke next to where Hank was working. A look and a mental surge of discomfort was all it took for Charles to back off completely. 

But that did not stop him when they were alone, to Erik's mixed embarrassment, chagrin, and delight (though he would never admit to that last part). Charles pounced when he could, looked for the smallest moments of privacy, and it was not always tickling. Sometimes it was just physical contact or the odd kiss that Erik did not want the others to see. The tickling, however, was the only thing that really warranted revenge. 

But Erik was apparently a loud thinker when it came to that sort of thing. In conversations, around others, even mid-training, Charles would gracefully side-step if Erik came at him with anything more than the intention to put a hand around his waist. Erik found it infuriating. He also relished the challenge.

This required some time alone to think. At first, he solved this by taking walks around the grounds whenever he had some time left over. However, this eventually lead to Charles offering (so kindly, so innocently) to join him. This lead to some very nice walks and some interesting conversations, but it certainly did not lead to a solution to his problem. That came by accident one day.

Erik woke up early most mornings. The exceptions were after difficult missions, when he woke up aching and one or two hours later the next day. Charles often struggled with the same concept. He did not have the perfect internal clock that one gets from a lifetime of life-or-death and living on the run.

This lead to a morning where Erik had the rare chance to not only wake up in a leisurely manner, but also to do so in Charles' bed, a deeply sleeping telepath slung over his arm and his mind whirring with the possibilities of it. How had he not thought of this before? How could he have missed this?

There was no time to dwell on this, however. The early bird and the worm and all that, and if he spent too long thinking too loudly about the serendipity of this, Charles would surely be woken up from the sheer glee rolling off him in waves. So he laid closer and curled up around Charles, rolling him onto his back and slipping the hand that was buried beneath him into the fold between the shirt and pants that Charles had been to tired to shed the previous evening. It took a second, a moment of prodding and pinching, but then Charles was squirming closer and burying his head in Erik's chest. 

Erik did not stop, and the feeling did not go away. It was with victory in his heart that he watched Charles’ eyes flutter open and listened to the sound of a hum of discomfort turning into a high-pitched yelp of surprise when he ventured further up to the ribs. There were no barriers, no guard to keep up. Charles was laughing immediately. 

It was lovely.

“Erik!” he was squealing, squirming this way and that, but the way Erik was wrapped around him made him unable to do more than press his arms tightly to his sides to keep out the wriggling fingers. This did nothing to deter Erik, and he made sure that Charles knew it. His laughter was high and light, boyish and carefree, and Erik couldn’t get enough of it.

“Yes?” Erik asked, feeling unusually playful for being, well, him.

“Sto-“ he broke off with a shout as the hand slipped up into his armpit. The reaction was instant and practically violent, to the point where the bed frame twitched with Erik’s instinct to restrain, to protect. He quickly squashed down the feeling. This was not a fight. This was play.

Perhaps he should appreciate more just how much Charles had been teaching him to play.

“Please!”

Charles was turning red, laughing against his chest and no longer bothering to squirm away. Erik was still new to this, and he did not want to hurt him. Carefully, his fingers stilled, but there was no hope of removing them with the way Charles was still squeezing them close. He seemed unable to do anything else at this point.

“That,” Charles panted, “was rude.” He was still giggling a little bit.

Erik realized at once that he was smiling, wider than he had done in a long time. He could not imagine how he looked in that moment, but perhaps that was not so important now.

“Payback,” he muttered into Charles’ hair. He pressed a kiss to the scalp, going for soothing, but Charles was still squirming in his grasp.

“Stop it,” he muttered, amusement clear in his voice. “You’re feeling too loudly. Stop being so happy about this.”

“Make me,” Erik muttered back, for once perfectly happy that Charles was unable to shut him out. The joy was practically a feedback loop now. When Charles felt enough—joy, awe, arousal—he tended to project his feelings outwards, and suddenly Erik felt like he was the one able to read minds. It gave him some insight into why Charles loved his power so much, and certainly made it easier to deal with it on difficult days.

The idea was sudden. A surprise as much to him as to Charles, and it worked a charm. All it took was an image, the memory of wiggling his fingers, and Charles shut his eyes and let out a whining sound.

He was so sensitive. So hyper-aware. It made sense now why he did not let Erik do this anywhere else.

If Erik was a little ticklish, Charles was extremely ticklish, and Erik loved him for it.

“E-Erik!” Charles was once again giggling into his neck, squirming closer, despite the fact that Erik’s fingers remained perfectly still. “Please, this isn’t fair!”

And oh, Erik loved him.

[primal-slayer]

X-Men: The animated series vs X-Men '97 opening

[darealsaltysam]

all the profiles i made for my silly xmcu tweets :3

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Sorry for goober-posting.

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So it’s gonna play out like this, right?

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x-snoopies

[lady-nuggetz]

What X Men Autism does to a motherfucker.

This started as just a joke and then I had to find shitty doodles to draw everyone as.

Also I know no one knows the character in the right hand corner, say hi to my oc Haunter/Serenity everyone :3!!! OC X CANON STRIKES AGAIN.

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"In da clurb we all fam" "...What?"

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compilation of my recent x-men sketches :)

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hello old friends

storm art to chceck out HERE

new part HERE

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[carolina-star]

Professor X and Magneto have a really intense relationship. They're those exes that are always breaking and coming back togheter again and again and again...

Everybody IS so tired of all the drama but at the same time they can't stop watching. Especially after this moment.

Please let me know what songs do you think are in the playlist.

Btw i really like this panel:

Look at their babies faces.

Laura and Jubilee are teenagers here, around 15 years old.

Everybody has new suits and this IS an au, i Guess, or an alternative time line.

[hofstadt3r]

how do i caption this uhh hi

[darealsaltysam]

okay fine you guys can have part 7. but only if you're nice and read my new x-men au. it's got dadneto and soulmates cherik and wandavision and so many other fun things. please,,,,

also, as u can probably tell, i binged the entire 90s cartoon since making the previous part. these are still xmcu tweets specifically but i wanted to give jubilee and remy some love because they got done dirty not having bigger parts in the movies

their new profiles are below the cut ^^

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[professionalmenkisser]

I love when mentally unstable men become even more mentally unstable because of each other

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bad ass kids 😭🙏