#soft erik

[wakandamama]

UHG I miss writing domestic Erik 😩😩😩

Care for You

 (Erik x Black Reader)

Where Erik wakes up feeling under the weather you gotta remind him he’s human too.

Erik groaned as he cracked his eyes open to the dim, dawn lit room. His body was sore and warm with a coming fever and his head pounded.

He rolled over with a painful twitch in his eyes and tucked your body closer to his and tried to get another 20 minutes of sleep in before he had to report to the Wakandan youth center for both probation and his job as an adviser/supervisor. He rolled his shoulder with small ticks and buried his head between the pillow and your neck. He gave a soft and muffled cough to clear his throat and sniffed trying to ignore the coming illness like he’s done all his life.

Niggas ain’t got time to be sick, there’s no time for weakness when your life has been dedicated to fighting to survive and reclaiming what’s yours.

Soon he drifting back to sleep though and wakes back up 20 minutes later a little pissed off, his ears were ringing now. He even shivered from chills and groaned, he glanced over and saw you were gone and it made him mad that his senses were that off to not feel you get up. He gave a snorting sniff and sat on the side of the bed. He caught the faintest whiff of bacon and sighed. 

He forced himself up and stretched with a yawn. He shivered again and pulled a hoodie on over his bare chest and tighten the drawstring on his shorts. He padded down the hall and stood a little wearily in the kitchen doorway before shuffling in and leaning against the counter next to you.

He stood and admired you for the moment. You had on no make up still had your night wrap on and was in pj’s he gave a grin that all it was, was his t shirt and some fleece shorts.

He clear his throat a bit at the funny feeling in both his chest and heart. Being with you made him feel so…..domestic, soft, and real. Like this was the life his father had meant for him.

He clears his throat again and you smile up at him, kiss his cheek and turn back to the food. 

“Mornin’ thought you would have stayed in bed, sick kid.” you tease and he rolls his eyes with a huff and clears his throat once more. 

“Nah. I ain’t got time for it, I gotta get ready for work. I already skipped my run. We got Robitussin?’ He asked with a gravely and quiet voice that makes you frown at him. He sighs and coughs into his sleeve before looking on top of the fridge.

He had a bit of worry now, a bit embarrassed that you saw he was sick. He was suppose to be your strong and stubborn man who took care and spoiled you. 

Not some pussy boi who would whine about a cold.

You simply roll your eyes at his antics, take the food off the fire, then turned off the stove. 

"Nu-uh, you ain’t spreading germs in my house."  you scold him.

He slowly leans against the fridge as his knees start to feel weak and he curses under his breath which further irritates his throat.

You soften your face into a neutral but worried expression and press closer to him. He close his eyes and hates that he melt in to your touch as you feel his fever warm cheeks and forehead.

"You gotta fever comin’ on. How you feel baby?” you ask and he gives a dry chuckle and peers down at you. 

“Imma be a'ight. I just need some Vicks or somethin and to get off my ass.” he excuses but find himself pinned to the cool metal of the fridge by your even harder glare.

“No you’re not. You’re going to get some kid sick and make yourself worse. I can take care of you.” you say. He frowns and stands a bit straighter. 

“I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing that shit for a while now, if you haven’t noticed. Them little niggas will be a'ight, T payed for a bunch of flu shots and shit for ‘em. I. Got. Things. To do. I don’t have the time to laze around here with you.” he argued, getting a little stronger, but his speech was wasted when he broke out into a rough coughing fit and you made him sit down on one of the bar stool and rub his back as he powered though the bout. 

“Damn baby….haven’t you ever been taking care of?” you ask.

He is silent and sniffling as you rub his back and watch him stare at the wood floor. 

“Nah….ain’t none of my foster parents ever cared enough to take care of me if I was sick or somethin’. I was lucky if I threw up and they let me stay out of school that day but…I ….I never really took days off. I was too busy..um….yea.” he trailed off and looked further away from you.

You hummed and sat yourself on the counter to the side of him then grasped his fever warm face with both hands. He close his eyes and huff as you rub your thumbs through his beard and peer a bit closer at him.

Now that you looked, you could see how sick he was.

His eyes seemed sunk in, lips chapped and eyes wet and red even though he didn’t flush or go pale, he had a bit of a sickly dry pallor. Each slow breath he took looked liked it hurt, he was a bit shrunk in.

You gave him a big sympathetic smile and brought his arms around you waist and let his heavy head rest on your stomach and his chest between your thighs. He sighed into your belly and hugged you close, letting himself go soft in your presence.

It was a rare occasion, but he needed it and you wanted to take care of him.

You twisted the end of one of his dreads with one hand and rubbed the side of his neck with the other. You two sat for a few minutes and you were sure he was about to doze off. 

“Come on baby. I’m ya nurse for the day.” you tease softly, he sniffs and sit up off you. You slip off the counter and make him get up as well. You tugged the ends of his hoodie sleeve and lead him back to bed. You throw your extra fluffy black blanket over him and feel his head again. You frown at the heat rising off his skin.

“I be back.” you mutter softly to him and he just nods and curls up. You run to the kitchen and throw the bacon on some bread along with making a piece of toast and eat as you grab supplies. 

You come back to him watching the fish tank glow with squinted eyes as his head starts to pound again due to the position change. You sit him up and he groaned and watches you out his low eyes as you read the dosage on the side of the cold medicine bottle. 

“Eat this.” you instructed as you had him the toast and a bottle of cool water. He sighs and munches down half of the toast and a quarter of the water before he can’t stomach anymore. He watches you as you pour out a full small cup and force him to such down the slick green goop. 

“This shit will foreva be nasty. That’s what ass taste like.” he mutters after finished and you laugh as he chases it down with more water and lays back down. 

You smile at the grin on his face as he lays on his stomach. You sit to the side of him and prompted him over until he is using you left thigh as a pillow and lets his fingers play over the side of your stomach. You hum and turn the tv on low and flip until it’s House Hunter, just a show you can watch mindlessly as you watch over your man. You rub his back and neck soothingly.

You grin further when ten minutes later his fingers still and you feel him fully go relaxed on you and small snores leave his mouth. 

You grab your phone off the bedside table and text T'Challa.

“No Erik today. He’s sick.”

“Okay. Are you coming?”

“Nope…today Erik need to be taken care of. ”

You turn your phone off and stare down at him as he moans softly in his sleep. He pulls you down so he can cuddle more properly and you chuckle at the relaxed content look on his face. He truly was a man who never seemed to relax or be comforted, never taken care of as one should.

You were gonna change that.

[keylimeart]

the honeymoon phase

[zombie-vulture]

[lookitseddie]

"hey, what's your favourite redacted audio moment?"

oh, i'm a sam/darlin girlie, so probably the quinn arc

"that's such a basic bitch answer-"

OH. YOU WANT A REAL ANSWER? HONEY AND GUY'S FIRST KISS. YOUR CHAOTIC ROOMMATE CONFESSES HIS FEELING FOR YOU | AUDIO RP| [M4A] 17:50

[stinkrat-aleks]

dadneto with his beloved girl Jean and terrible son Pietro

[lee-luca]

X-Men: Do telepaths dream of smiling sharks

(Alternatively: Me, my old friend, and his 30 dollar three foot long IKEA shark) I think Charles should have his very own Blahaj for the times when Erik isn't around. It's probably a better, softer bedmate than Erik too. (Companion to yesterday's 'Magneto buys a Blahaj')

[lavender-twilight23]

MORE DETAILS MORE DETAILS MORE DETAILS

In X-Men: Apocalypse, Charles is captured by Apocalypse, and I saw a random Pinterest screenshot at one point of someone pointing out that someone put a blanket or something under Charles’ head, probably Erik:

Which, yes, obviously, but then I realized that IT’S NOT A BLANKET

IT’S HIS FKING BLAZER.

WHICH MEANS THAT SOMEONE MUST HAVE TAKEN IT OFF AND PUT IT UNDER HIS HEAD SO HE WAS A BIT MORE COMFORTABLE.

DON’T EVEN TRY TO TELL ME THAT IT WAS APOCALYPSE. CUZ IT WASN’T.

Nor was it Storm or Warren or Psylocke. None of them have any connection to Charles. Apocalypse would likely know about Erik’s connection/relationship with Charles.

And I don’t think any of THEM would even think about making Charles a bit more comfortable. Erik is likely the only person who’d even think about doing that. The others don’t care- they serve Apocalypse and Apocalypse wants Charles for a selfish purpose. None of them care about Charles being ‘comfortable.’

Picturing Erik delicately and gingerly taking Charles’ blazer off and lying him gently down on the rocks and putting Charles’ own blazer under his head so he wouldn’t be laying fully on the rocks heals something in me 🥺🥺🥺🥺

GIFs made by me in Canva!

[queertealover]

Him being a good grandfather is everything, and I need more of it.

[monaetheworldsdestroyer]

i can bet that when Charles and Erik got together Charles would spoil him rotten with gifts and dates at fancy restaurants and Erik would genuinely appreciate it but at some point he'd sit Charles down to have a conversation with him because he would feel like he needs to (and he would really want to) do the same for him, he just can't outdo his billionaire boyfriend (he can't even do it on the same level) and it's kind of stressing him out, making him feel that he isn't putting as much into this relationship as Charles is (and also afraid that Charles may think he's only with him for those things he gets)

Erik: you need to stop doing this i don't know how to take it

Charles: but i just want to show you that i love you

Erik: Charles you're a telepath i can literally feel your love. you don't have to do all of that, i know that you love me and i love you too, regardless of gifts and dates. now please stop

[n1ght0f-nyx]

hello! I've requested from you before because I'm just obsessed with the way you write for Erik... so I'm on my knees as I come to you with another ask...

what do you think would happen if Erik had a partner who (usually pretty level-headed and composed) randomly asks him about his past during a calm evening together, only to start crying when he's done explaining? how would he react if she says that she wishes she could have been there to at least make him feel even a little less alone?

maybe he's just composing as usual when she asks and he's completely taken aback by her reaction because no one has every seemed to care about him so deeply?

I adore his character and he just needs some love.... <3 thank you for all your beautiful writing, they always make my day!!

erik destler (poto) x reader

warnings/tags- insecure erik, comfort on both sides, fluff with a pinch of angst, this one is a little more based on movie!erik (gerard butler)

word count- 718 words

The candlelight flickered over the aged sheet music, casting restless shadows across the grand piano where Erik sat, his gloved hands poised over the keys. The night was quiet, save for the distant lapping of the lake against the shore of his underground world. You sat nearby, curled in a chair, watching him in comfortable silence.

It had been an evening of rare peace—no operatic disasters, no intrusive thoughts of the outside world. Just the two of you, wrapped in the stillness. It was in that moment of quietude that the thought slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

“Erik,” you murmured, voice soft but certain, “will you tell me about your past?”

His fingers stilled over the ivory keys. He did not look at you, but you saw the tension creep into his shoulders, the way his breath slowed and measured itself before he spoke.

“There is nothing in it worth telling,” he replied at first, though you both knew that wasn’t true. You didn’t push. You never did. That was why, after a pause, he began to speak.

And so, he told you.

Of a mother who never looked at him, whose rejection was colder than the iron bars of the cage he was forced into. Of the jeers and the cruel hands of men who saw him as less than human, as something to be displayed. Of loneliness so deep and vast that even his music, the only thing he had, could not fill it.

He spoke evenly, factually, as if reciting a dull history lesson rather than his own suffering.

You had expected the pain in his words, the darkness of it. What you had not expected was the way it hit you.

Your throat closed. Your chest ached. And before you could stop yourself, hot tears welled in your eyes and spilled over.

Erik had turned back to the piano, but when the first quiet sob broke from your throat, his head snapped up. His golden eyes, sharp and piercing even in the dim candlelight, widened in alarm. He had seen many reactions to his story—fear, disgust, cold pity—but never this.

Never tears shed for him.

He rose from the bench as if unsure what to do, hands twitching at his sides. “Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice thin, bewildered. “Did I say something to upset you?”

You shook your head, wiping at your face. “No, I just—” Your voice broke, and you took a shaky breath. “I wish I had been there. I wish I could have done something. Just—anything to make you feel even a little less alone.”

His breath hitched, as if you had struck him with your words. He took a step back, his entire body rigid with something unnameable. No one had ever said such a thing to him. No one had ever wished to be by his side in his suffering.

“I—” he started, but his voice failed him. He pressed a hand over his mouth, as if physically stopping whatever might come next. His other hand clutched at his coat, fingers curling into the fabric as if to ground himself. “You…you are crying for me?”

You nodded, sniffling. “Of course, I am.”

The silence stretched between you, thick with something fragile. Erik did not move for a long time, but his eyes never left you. There was something wounded in them, something raw, as though your sorrow had stripped away his carefully constructed walls.

And then, hesitantly—so hesitantly—he moved closer, sinking to his knees before you. A gloved hand reached out, hovering near your cheek, uncertain. You leaned into it, and he exhaled shakily, as if that small gesture had undone him completely.

“I do not deserve your tears,” he whispered. “No one ever has.”

“That’s not for you to decide.” You reached up, placing your hand over his. “You are not alone anymore, Erik.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and trembling, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. And then, with an exhale that sounded dangerously close to a sob, he pressed his forehead against your lap, his fingers curling into your dress.

You ran your fingers through his hair, soft and slow. He let you.

For the first time in his life, Erik did not feel alone.

[bosqueinvisible]

genosha

[dross-the-fish]

For @differenceenginegirl Maskless Cherik from the 1990 miniseries. Drawn based on Diff's description of him.

[weapon-xox]

the cape wasnt a fashion choice btw. its to keep charles safe from everyone whose mean to him when charles looks up at erik all sad with those big blue eyes

[skam-in-every-language]

Mathias hugging his lifelong BFF...

Note the 'bro' pat.

VERSUS

Mathias hugging Erik, a boy he's known for only a few months...

The way Mathias holds onto him, squeezes him tight, rubs his face into Erik's neck and just breathes him in is glaringly different from the way he hugs someone he considers just a friend.

[mapofyourstars]

my cherik hc is that; erik is the type to say “leave me alone, charles” when charles pampers him, but if charles actually gets up to leave him alone, erik stops him with grabby hands. ya know

erik: i'm not needy. i've never been needy before in my life. i'll be fine.

charles: okay. *walks away*

erik: what the fuck. come back.

[wishchip106]

“There’s so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There’s good, too, I felt it”

the way they look at each other 🙁 they’re trying to kill me with their love