#xmfc au

[gerec]

Hello! Could you tell me about the stories where Charles is gravely injured after holding Shaw? I know some of them but you probably know the best ones.

There are quite a few XMFC canon aus related to the coin - here are a few I hope you enjoy!

You want blood, and I promised by hllfire

When Erik kills Shaw with that coin, Charles doesn't come out of it unharmed.

Do You Know How It Feels? by Berserkwriting (WIP)

How deep does Charles go when he sees into someone’s mind? How deep did the coin go when it went into his? Deep enough to break him. Erik has a purpose, a duty. But he can't stop dreaming of Charles. His search for answers can only lead back to the source. But what will he find when he gets there? A tale of two monsters. A tale of redemption.

For but a Measure by tirsynni

In which taking a psychic coin to the brain affects Charles more than planned, and not so much a fix-it as a possible new path opening.

Two Sided Coin Of Misery by BrightTerror This is what would have happened if Charles had not come out seemingly unscathed after he felt the coin kill Shaw, what if after it he couldn't shrug it off that easily? How would Erik have reacted to it?

The Better Men by VampirePam

Alternate ending: explores what would have happened after the beach if Charles had collapsed from the damage the coin did, Erik had relinquished his desire for vengeance to help him, and Erik had to reassure Charles that his vision of the original ending was only a nightmare.

A mind is a prisoner of its own castle by OneWithoutAName

When the coin pushed through Shaw’s head it ripped Charles’ mental walls with it. Charles manages to make new ones, but the damage is already done. It takes under 24 hours until the voices start. The voices that are not really there.

If I could walk back to yesterday, I would by sareyen

Charles had braced himself for the pain. He knew that when Erik would push the coin through Shaw's head that he would inadvertently push it into his. He knew that he would feel the slow, torturous drag of metal through his skin, his brain tissue, his mind. He had even prepared for the heartbreak and the betrayal, because once Erik had put on Shaw's helmet, Charles's heart had already shattered to pieces.

But when Charles's mind was fractured by the coin, he hadn't been prepared to lose a part of himself he could not bear to live without.

Because without a mind he had no telepathy, and without telepathy, Charles was...

Human.

Or: Charles loses his telepathy after Cuba, and all the pain that follows.

Psychic Coin by TheMadThing

In which being linked to Shaw's mind as he dies has devastating consequences for Charles' mental control and things progress from there.

Scream Hallelujah, Darling by eclenic

It's such a small, innocuous thing, a coin. It's hard to believe it could cause so much damage. For the X Men Big Bang.

[potatosonnet]

still no further details on this AU apart from bug and bug guy cherik kay i es es i en jee

And my beloved First Class characters who had little to no character development. Feral animal noises intensify.

[stinkrat-aleks]

various xmen and cherik doodles

[veevil]

SHARK SMILE!!!🦈

[star-lights-up]

friends au cherik in which they never break up but have loud arguments that drive their friends crazy

(click for better quality)

[milo03co]

Huh? 🧠

[mintedwitcher]

Poor Charles is really going through it rn in my powerswap au (excerpt below the cut)

“You’re afraid.” “I’m not.” “Charles. You’re afraid of this. Why?” “I just told you, I’m not. Get out of my head, Erik.” “Then use your words. What is it about this that scares you so badly?” “Erik. Please. My friend. Drop this.” “Fine. I’ll ask Raven, shall I? Perhaps your sister will know what’s got you all tied up.” “Erik, don’t!” With the flare of his temper comes one of the heavy metal paperweights, crashing into the door only mere inches from Erik’s head. Charles abruptly freezes, staring at the dent in the door with unadulterated terror in his eyes. His breathing quickens, and his hands are shaking. Erik returns to his side at once. “It’s alright, I’m not hurt. That’s what it is, isn’t it? You’re scared of hurting someone.” “I’m scared of killing someone.”

[scarlet-witchery]

toxic old woman yuri cherik nation how are we feeling tonight???

[arale2126]

cherik dream this morning

college!au

Charles is an omega who suddenly goes into heat at a house party while drunk and alpha Erik helps him relieve it

Charles then gets pregnant and panics a lot because he's a freshman

Erik also panics hard when he hears the news

like any sane people, they go to Edie, Erik's mom

she agrees to take care of the girl when she's born so Charles can finish his degree

so then the girl is born and stays with Grandma while daddy gets on with his degree and Erik gets a job after graduation to support Charles all the way to PhD as well as take care of their little girl

one can safely assume Charles and Erik have fallen in love

the end

[damn-iwantedtobecalledmystique]

hank needs a date to an event and armando, sean, and alex all offer themselves up to be his fake date and hank panics and says yes to all of them

[moss-lovingtransmasc]

Hello everyone!!

I'm writing a cherik fanfic and posting my work for the first time somewhere - when I finish it I'll put it on ao3, but for now I'll post sections of it here! Advice, comments, etc. are very much appreciated! (Also my writing style might change between sections/ chapters bc I'm still learning what my style is, just a heads up. :)

(modern AU, college/uni AU, no powers, alternate meeting)

-Monday-

Charles woke up to the sound of his phone beeping. 

The morning sun and late summer air spread through his room from his open window. 

Bird calls echoed from the tree outside.

Groggily, he reached over to his nightstand to turn off the alarm. 

7:30 AM

It was the beginning of his fourth year at Queen Mary University, and by the end of this year he was going to get his Bachelor’s degree in Biology. He checks his university app to look at what his new schedule is. He had Cellular Biology and Calculus III today. Then, he checked his reminders for the day. 

-Do laundry on Tuesday

-Finish graduation project for bio - due second semester

-Fill in empty class period for first semester (ASAP)

-Get groceries

-Pick up anxiety meds for Hank from pharmacy (Wednesday)

Fuck. He forgot to talk with his counselor about that free space in his schedule. 

--

In the middle of his second period, Charles checks his schedule again- and finds he doesn’t have enough time after his last class to talk to Ms. Frost. So when his second class ended, Charles spedwalk to his counselor’s office. 

Ms. Frost’s office was at the end of the hall in the East Wing. He always had a feeling that she didn’t like him very much. Or anyone for that matter. Every time he saw her, she always seemed cold, and occasionally just outright rude to students. Like she was always tired of them. Why the hell did she become a college counselor?

Arriving at Ms. Frost’s office, two faint voices inside got his attention. 

“You can go fuck off for all I care”

“What- What did you just say to me?!”

“You heard me Summers - now get out…Please.”

“Alright I’ll fuck off then…” Scott replied under his breath as Charles heard footsteps towards the door. 

The door swung open, and he caught a glimpse of a pissed off guy leaving the office. His face had looked slightly familiar, and Charles vaguely remembered seeing him pass in the halls on the way to some of his classes.

Grabbing the door knob and stepping inside, Charles saw Ms. Frost at her desk, looking down at some student files.

“Hello! Uh, I’m here about an additional class credit I need for graduation.”

“Okay. Sit down” She replied curtly, opening her laptop and clacking on the keyboard. 

He took the single office chair across from her desk and sat down. A beat of silence passed as Ms. Frost got the student registry up. Charles looked around her office in the meantime. 

It wasn't very cluttered like some other school staff’s offices were. She did have a few decorations and knick-knacks scattered around. Silver little objects on her bookshelves, posh-looking white and diamond decorations on the walls, the light blue picture frames that held her degrees and documents that she was required to hang up. Now that he’s thinking about it, her name really matches up with her room. 

“Name, year and major?”

His head snapped up as he heard Ms. Frost’s voice.

“Charles Francis Xavier - 4th year Genetics Major”

She gave him a look that probably silently judged why he said his middle name. He wasn't quite sure why he did either. As far as he knew of, there wasn't another Xavier in the Science department.

“Lets see…You need one credit left of a creative class, since you've taken almost all of the possible science classes here…”

Oh God no. Charles had never had an interest in drawing, painting, or any other art form, and to be honest, he was never good at it anyways. “Please don't make me take a class with painting or something - I'm terrible at it.”

 “Alright- Well, there is a metalworking class- which happens to be the only class that fits your preferences and your schedule, so I’d recommend that.” 

When did the university have a metalworking class? Sounded interesting enough…

“Uh- sure. I’ll take that. Thank you”

“Okay, I'll sign you up for it then. The next class is tomorrow.” 

“Alright Thank you Ms. Frost!” 

“Bye.” Charles heard her say - in a slightly annoyed tone - as he opened the door to leave. 

That went surprisingly well.

He really shouldn’t have put it off until the first day though…

-Tuesday-

It occurred to him that his new metalworking class might not be that great, or that popular at the very least if they had late scheduling available.  

Oh well - he just needed to graduate and then he could explore genetics outside the restraints of school. First, he had his favorite class of the day: Study of Human Evolution III. He had taken the intro course his first year and loved every minute of it. 

He found it fascinating how thousands of millions of years on Earth had changed tiny single-celled organisms to the conscious and complex beings humans are today. Capable of thought, capable of studying themselves and building societies. Yet still so animal - having base human instincts ingrained into their genetic make up. 

After that class though, he had his first day of metalworking - in room 109B. 

He was not looking forward to this. 

--

As he walked down the art hallways, he eventually recognized the room number. 

Opening the door and peering inside, to his surprise, he found that the class was almost completely full. All except for one seat at a large workshop table in the back of the class. 

Charles stepped inside and walked over, hearing the bell ring seconds after. 

Oh shit he was almost late. 

Charles was almost never late, being the top student in most of his classes, he prided himself on being punctual. He just had some trouble navigating the art hallways, was all, never stepping foot in them before. He had to admit that it was a little embarrassing, studying here for the past three years…

He sat down on the stool, looking at the tall student next to him. He looked about his age, if not a little bit older looking. Not by much though.  

“Hello! I’m Charles.” Introducing himself and offering a smile.

… 

The guy next to him didn't say anything, just smiled politely at him. 

Charles just assumed didn’t like much conversation. 

The professor started introducing himself and his students to the class, mentioning something about the syllabus. Charles normally would have paid more attention if it was any other class, and if it was any other person next to him. 

Charles didn’t normally stare at people this much, even people who he was attracted to, but for some reason he couldn’t stop looking at the guy next to him. As secretly as he could of course, looking at him through the corner of his left eye while facing the front of the class. He knew his face from some of his classes last year, and his Cellular Biology class yesterday. He was usually too interested in the subject matter to talk with anyone, and this guy was quiet and always sitting in the back. 

Besides that, he was just a very handsome man. His strong facial structure, his slightly stern eyebrows. His black turtleneck sweater complimented his neck and captured his figure so well.

“Erik Eisenhardt?” 

“Here.”

Erik then. That was his name. 

Charles listened to the rest of the roll call but didn't hear his name. The roster might not have been updated yet. He made a mental note to talk to the professor at the end of class. 

They first learned about basic safety measures of metalworking, like the protective equipment, hazards, and mentioned a safety contract. He also introduced the class to the tools they had at the stations, what they were going to be using most often, along with techniques like cutting and welding. 

“And remember, metalworking can be a very useful skill to know for trade jobs, but it can also be an art form. And since you all aren't in trade school, I’m going to assume you all joined for the art aspect of it, which is what we’ll be focusing on anyways.” 

The professor stood up and handed out the contracts to each table. 

“Here’s the safety contract I need you all to sign if you still wish to continue. I’ll need it by next class, so I’ll give you all some time to read it today. And please don’t be shy -  feel free to ask any questions.”

As he got to Charles’ table, he realized that he didn’t hear the professor’s name. There was a chalkboard at the front, but it was blank. 

“Hey - Erik was it? Did you catch the professor’s name?”

“Professor Azazel I think.”

“Thank you”

They didn't talk to each other for the rest of class. 

--

As the period came to an end, Charles went up to the front of the room to talk to Prof. Azazel. 

“Hello Professor! I believe that my name isn’t on the list yet? I registered for this class yesterday, but I just wanted to let you know that I was present today.”

“Okay, I’ll mark you down. Next time though, tell me during roll call.”

“Will do! Have a good rest of your day.” 

As Charles went back to grab his laptop bag, he saw that Erik left a small spiral notebook. Picking it up, he decided to return it in his Cellular Bio class tomorrow.

[psychic-psi]

Chat iam making a x men 1st class role reversal A.U and idk if they should keep their original powers or have the powers of the person I swaped them with

for example erik is now in Charles place and idk if erik should keep his metal bending powers or be a telepath

[stinkrat-aleks]

cherik wedding (the first one)

[veevil]

Crying over @altruistark's designs for the baby fishies for the siren cherik AU...... I need them to be a family

[star-lights-up]

I don't normally post updates on tumblr for this fic, but I've been doodling sorcerer!erik a lot so.... without further ado, chapter 55 of WDDSDYAIMH is up now! And it starts just like this!