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sunshine-for-serotonin · 10 months

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My lord i would give you my firstborn for more Erik content, hes literally my babygirl.

Hello my darling!! I decided to do some cuddling headcannons for you as well as some random tidbit headcannons!!! {it’s extremely unorganized} this can be read as any Erik of your choosing, but some specific phantoms are mentioned once or twice!

I’m not super proud of this, but I felt like I had to feed you guys something.

I am not officially back to my full tumblr writing, but I am hoping to make a steady return! Also, I made a Lerik bot on Character.ai if you guys want me to un-private it and post the link. :)

When you cuddle with Erik, no matter which version, you basically have to plan on taking the first or second half of the day off.

He’s very touch starved, so he doesn’t like letting you go unless he absolutely has to, and even then Erik will probably throw a fit of some kind, too desperate for your touch to even think about how it may affect the rest of his opera house.

He’s not ashamed about voicing his need for you either; if you try to leave, he will drop down to his knees and blubber like a child, begging for you to stay and love on him. If it’s a specific person that is causing you to leave, Erik will threaten to kill them! It doesn’t matter if it is the managers, Meg and Madam Giry, or even Christine (should she stay there after the whole final lair scene and the phantoms activities die down)! It doesn’t matter! They don’t matter! The only thing that matters is you and your love! Erik needs you, (Y/N)! He needs you to love him until he can’t think! For you to cuddle him and kiss him like he’s your beloved pet!

Concerning you being friends with Christine, Erik absolutely despises it! She had already abandoned him for the Vicomte, she can’t take you away from him too! She mustn’t! No, if Christine even tried to advise you away from him, he would make sure she wishes she never approached you!

Please, if he starts on one of his tangents about you leaving him for someone else, make love to him and tell him what a good boy he is. It’s a sure fire way to calm him down, and Erik, even though he is likely significantly older than you, loves being coddled and reassured that you won’t leave him.

you will find that almost all versions of Erik prefer to be held rather than just hold you, with the exception of Cherik. It’s not because they’re selfish! It’s because Erik needs you to hold him in order for things to feel okay, and it feels good that you would hold him of your own free will and kindness. If he was the one completely holding you, he would be worried you didn’t actually want to be close to him!

To expand on that a little more, Cherik is the only phantom that prefers to be the big spoon. All the others want you to press against them from behind and wrap your arms around their waist, pressing kisses into the sensitive skin of their neck. {as mentioned in one of my previous posts, Kerik is a horny bastard and will probably start getting hard if you’re not careful.}

Get them to lay on top of you.

Do it. Well… do it if you can handle them crying from emotional release, anyway.

Laying on top of you will give Erik the feeling of maternal care and nurturing he never received as a child, and it’s bound to make him cry from the sheer love he feels for you and the feeling of love you’re giving him, and even then the abandonment issues and childhood trauma just overflows from him like a fountain of sadness.

For versions of Erik where his deformities are a little more open and wet, like Meriks, you’ll have to reassure him that you don’t mind touching it. That the feeling of his open flesh against your skin doesn’t bother you, and that you’d love to cuddle him regardless.

Phantoms with deformities like Meriks are almost always between a rock and a hard place when it comes to cuddling you because on one hand, they’re worried about you seeing their deformities up close and so they’ll want to lay their bad side on your chest so you can’t see it as well. On the other hand, they’re paranoid about you finding the feeling of their deformities gross against your skin and making you uncomfortable.

It’s a lot to unpack when you cuddle Erik, or even give him attention in general, but you will find that it is well worth the effort. Erik loves you and would burn down the entire world to make you smile, and yet he finds himself feeling he is unworthy of even mere scraps of your attention and love, but you always reassure him otherwise. :)

#yandere erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik destler #phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera x reader #yandere phantom of the opera #yandere poto

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phantomgraphicnovel · 3 months

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Look at your face in the mirror . . . as Cherik would say: "I have never seen such perfection!" Lol my animation skills are rough but I still love it. I'm so close to being finished with page art for this epic graphic novel and I'm so excited for all the fun things I'll get to do when I have more time on my hands! More animation is high on the list!

Keep up to date with me by following me on Webtoon and patreon!

#poto #erik destler #eristine #erik and christine #erik the phantom #characteranimation

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crucifiedbymypriestess · 20 days

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Here I am going to leave some ideas that I would like to write down, so as not to forget them. If anyone is writing a fanfic too, you can play this, because like I said: WE NEED MORE OF DARK!CHARLES

• In most fics about Cherik, Charles is gay or bisexual, but homophobia is almost never touched on at the time. I mean, an alcoholic mother, the kids being raised by Kurt Marco, and it didn't occur to anyone that he might have been sent or forced into one of that conversion shit, or those horrendous shock therapies?

• Brian died before Charles manifested, but let's imagine that he could have manifested before and Brian noticed it. How about Brian being scared of Charles, not just because of his mutation, but because working as a mutant researcher, he had to report his son as one to be studied?

• One of the things I would most like is for Charles to use his telepathy with Raven during puberty, to cover up certain abuses against him, so she would not be aware of it, and protect her from being a victim as well. As Raven grows up she notices these kinds of fragments that were altered or erased from her and complains to Charles later.

• That there is a human who has helped Charles, and therefore has a justification for such a fairytale dream about the coexistence of mutants and humans. Something that motivates him.

• Like Charles immersing himself in alcohol as we see in Days of Future Past, so Charles would realize his alcoholism and tell Hank something along the lines of 'Children deserve an exemplary role model, not an alcoholic with a sspect homeless and scared of himself, Hank. Maybe it's time to close it.'

• Once again, Sharon doesn't seem very attached to Charles, I think this can also be included as a hatred she developed for her daughter's death, perhaps she always blamed Charles.

• Charles' hate of his own telepathy not only comes from when he discovered he is a mutant and told people, and people rejecting him. Like I said, what if Sharon didn't know exactly what Brian was up to with his research and doesn't know what a mutant is until later? The feeling of guilt when using his mutation, but also comes from those therapies that Sharon or Kurt put him in, where more than therapies he received torture to make him believe that he was crazy.

• That Charles has telepathy and that he suffered from depression could have led him to think that he is not even alive on his own, that he lived only if he was connected to someone, or that he did not even think for himself, that his thoughts were not his own, that I didn't really feel one thing and it was someone else's feelings. This could also have given him insecurities about his personality or his body, questioning if what he's interested in are his own interests, I don't know. Where Charles doesn't even know if he knows himself.

•If Charles can completely possess a person, occupying his body as a vessel for his consciousness to live on, it would definitely be a very useful weapon. It would mean that this essence of Charles would never die, but would move again and again.

That's what I've thought about, if you have ideas yourselves let me know, and leave your opinions. Now it's time to do research on Erik☠️😭

#cherik #xmen #charles xavier

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cherikdogfood · 25 days

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Cherik fic idea: "Soulmates" [A fic idea for #revivecherik #17: Soulmates]

In a world where everyone is born with a soulmate stone (a stone that lights up when it senses your soulmate's stone), Erik has long lost his hopes of finding a soulmate, because he's lost his soulmate stone. Anyway, he has lost his mother a long time ago, and as Sebastian Shaw's ward, he just wants to live well -- he's got no dreams or hopes of finding his soulmate or happiness.

Then one day, Sebastian Shaw meets Charles Xavier, and their soulmate stones light up, which means Sebastian Shaw and Charles Xavier are soulmates.

Shaw, being a powerful warlord/king/whatever has a lot of concubines, playthings, etc, and he doesn't treat Charles that well. Shaw makes Charles move into his palace/mansion/house, and plans to give Charles "training" to be his future spouse.

In the mansion/palace, Charles and Erik meet, and they slowly fall in love. Of course, Erik thinks it's impossible for Charles to be in love with him (after all, Charles' soulmate is Shaw) -- Erik thinks maybe Charles is just lusting after him or whatever, but Erik doesn't mind, because he's really, really in love with Charles.

As for Charles, he knows, logically, that he should love Shaw -- they're soulmates. But he finds himself falling deeper and deeper for Erik instead, and over time he starts feeling as if Erik is actually the one for him.

Cue Shaw and Charles finally getting married, but Sebastian never consummates their marriage and just treats Charles so poorly. Erik is enraged, of course (Charles deserves the world, in his opinion), but he's secretly kinda happy too, because this means he gets to spend more and more time with Charles.

Charles and Erik's relationship is getting so much better, when one day Sebastian's concubine/someone frames Charles of a crime he didn't do. Shaw doesn't let Charles proves his innocence, and instead tortures him.

Shaw goes something like, "Did you ever love me, Charles?" and Charles is unable to answer. So Shaw takes out a mythical item -- it's called the Love Acid.

Here's how the Love Acid works: If person A pours the Love Acid on person B, and person B reacts in pain, that means person B is not in love with person A. (Whereas if there's no pain, that means you are in love with that person).

Anyway, Shaw uses the Love Acid on Charles, but Charles reacts in pain because he doesn't love Shaw. Shaw is angry + humiliated + paranoid and accuses Charles of infidelity.

Sebastian calls all the people he suspects Charles is close to and makes them pour the Love Acid on Charles one by one (e.g., Azazel, Janos, etc). Of course, Charles reacts in pain for everyone...

But when it's Erik's turn (and at this point Erik is angry at Shaw for what he's doing to Charles + he doesn't want to hurt Charles + Erik is afraid that when he pours the Love Acid, it will show that Charles isn't in love with him + maybe at this point Erik is planning on starting a rebellion against Shaw) -- Charles doesn't react in pain.

Which obviously means Charles is in love with Erik. (Erik is torn between feeling overjoyed and upset because Shaw is a jerk).

Then maybe Shaw kills Charles, or just has fun torturing Charles again, while Erik is either killed by Shaw also, or manages to escape and gather people for a rebellion.

IN ANY CASE, and here's a major spoiler below so if you don't wanna know then don't peek or just skip to the *** part:

It's later revealed that:

-Sebastian Shaw killed Erik's mom (of course)

-Sebastian Shaw stole Erik's soulmate stone because he lost his own stone. THIS MEANS that when Charles' soul stone was reacting, it was reacting to ERIK'S soulstone -- Charles and Erik are actually soulmates.

Of course, Erik is furious and yeah, Shaw can go die.

***

It can be either a happy ending, with Charles and Erik reunited, or a sad ending, where Charles is already dead and Erik manages to kill Sebastian.

+ this can be a powered or non powered story

+ Charles and Raven have a good relationship, and Raven being badass, she's a leader of the resistance or rebellion and she is PISSED at Shaw and his treatment of Charles.

+ Emma Frost is one of Shaw's playthings or concubines, but she likes Charles or they bond over tea and opera or whatever, and Emma is protective of Charles too.

+ The other characters like Hank, Alex, Sean, Darwin, and Angel are there too, and they end up helping Erik or Charles, or both.

I don't know whether I'll end up writing this (Since I have a few, cough a lot of WIPS, and if someone does write this, I'd be so happy.

And if anyone does write this, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me, tag me or something, I want!!! To read this!!!

Thank you.

#cherik #revivecherik #made by cherikdogfood #cherikdogfood #fic idea #cherikdogfood's fic ideas #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier

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ask-missparker · 3 months

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These hands to let it go free and this love came back to me / OUAT FanFic AU ⚔️

Pairing: Charming!Nikolai & Snow!Amelia

Summary: What happens when your brother crashes your wedding with an unexpected gift that made you question your love and worth? A curse.

Characters mentioned : Ben Barnes as The Dark Prince, Liane, Cole, Ethan, Cassandra, Jeremy, Cherik and etc

Note: There was a time when the couple was on the run hiding from the royal forces, going as Nicholas & Amara

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The wedding bells were ringing in the heavenly lit castle with guests from all over cheering as the couple dressed in whites and browns smiled being newly announced as husband and wife.

Snow in her pure feather dress with red edges to give it an accent as Charming was dressed in browns and blacks, his captain hat styled with a deep green feather attached to the inside.

Just then, the doors banged open and in swung the dark prince of crime, a king of shadows you can say holding up a playful fireball as he giggled. The crowd gasped, some yelled and others knights raced in protection as the prince with a flick of his wrist threw the guards back then glared at the couple.

“How cute. Didn’t think of inviting your brother to the wedding?” Yelled the dark prince of crime.

Charming held his wife closed and pointed his sword as he spat, “Get out!”

“Relax, brother. I’m here to offer you a gift for your precious little wedding and you’ll like it.”

“I don’t want it! Get out, Alexander. Your not king anyone, only a mere prince.”

“Oh hush, you never let me finish. Here’s my gift, this whole day will be a peaceful one, I’ll even give you the week. But starting Sunday at the tip of midnight, I will destroy your happiness, if it’s the last thing I do.”

Charming ordered the guards to get up and lock the castle, as he threw shadow sword straight at his brother, in a cloud of smoke older man disappeared. But he left with a cut on his right arm as the shallow sword dropped.

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Weeks—months past as Charming and Snow, also known as Nicholas and Amara when on the run, have gotten that news with their friends and found family. As they tried to all search for the prince, regroup and find a way to stop whatever cursed plan that is coming their way.

Nikolai was searching one night, stressing about it in the king’s office of their castle as he spoke with Marlene and Melissa about it. Princess Liane, sat down trying to figure out how it can play out.

His wife stole him for a moment, telling everyone else to rest as she stood in the castle’s kitchen making him a sandwich as he sat down listening to her words. He adored that she was always supportive and there to ease his emotions with a couple of smoothing words, even when he felt he had the entire weight of world on his shoulder.

She placed the sandwich on the table telling him to eat as she listened to his worries and rubbed his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“My heart, you’re in need to sleep and regroup later. You’ve been practicing your sword fighting all week and if not, you’re scouting with Marlene..” She said with a sigh, “He’s just trying to get into your head.”

“He’s not. He once held me captive in his chambers underneath the castle because he thought I was a better sword man than him. Poison me with a stupid apple and gave you a sleeping a curse..” He replied taking a bite out of the sandwich humming.

“If he hasn’t inactive since the wedding, he won’t be now. He’s petty and narrating a path that will lead him to more hate towards you. He wants to get in your head and not feel worthy of your title.”

“Am i worthy of this?”

“You married a farm girl, who was thrust into a world of royalty. You showed me and others kindness despite all you faced, so yes. Your worthy. And our child will see that to be true.”

He pressed a hand to her belly and rubbed small circles at catch their little prince or princess attention. He whispered a few sweet nothings to her belly and smiled getting a small kick in return.

Then he thought of something and smirked, “Your child. I want to ensure their safety if it’s the last thing I do..and will have to ask Cassandra to do so.”

She gave him a confused look with slight fear, “I-is that asking of too much? What if she says something that isn’t true?”

“It will be. We can resting knowing they will be alright, protecting them from my brother and his dark plans will be worth it. She can see the future!”

“If she says I’m twins I’m gonna be freak out.”

With that he laughed and pressed a kiss to her cheek. He always planned on day having at least 3 children with her, especially knowing that she will be an amazing mother.

Within 48, Cassandra they arrived at the castle after guarding her flowers and spells to tell them all the truth behind the plans. Her eyes turned white and held up a finger with a odd look on her face.

She sat at the round table and spoke softly, “..The dark prince is casting a curse to spend us all to a land without magic, helpful dreams will never arrive. It will take over as much land as possible. He is teaming up with..the prince of mischief and Shaw to help with his spell.”

Those words caught Erik and Charles attention, as they sat the round table with their children Cole, Meira and Ethan. Erik grunted and looked at his husband who sighed already thinking of what can be done to protect their young.

Liane sighed looking at Ethan and then Nikolai, as she heard Cassandra speak softly what she can see. 3 villains all in one go, but the main one was Alexander who caused the grand curse as to destroy everyone at play. She wanted to protect her soon niece or nephew from all of this just as much as the parents did, hell she wanted to protect her found family along with herself. Alongside her crush, that was Ethan.

Cassandra opened her eyes as if her flashes were over as she said, “I didn’t see much but we all don’t survive this smoking dark curse. But we can save ourselves once it’s hit.”

Nikolai groaned pinching the bridge of his nose as he shared a look with Cole, and asked, “How? My child is a stake here, Cass! My brother will be..”

“Relax! We can send a few into the curse with knowledge of it all.”

“I’m not risking that. Erik come on, our friends likes are at stake and we only half will know.”

Erik sighed and grunted, “You think I like this? I don’t. But if we can go with Cassandra’s plan find a safe spot and do a few thing, it will work.”

Cole scoffed, “Yeah, sure dad, with what?”

“The Enchanted Forest is filled with trees of all kind, if we crave one with elements of magical escape, we can send all of that.”

Liane asked, “You can’t be serious. What? Are we gonna make a wardrobe out of a tree?”

“She’s onto something. Yes that can work! Melissa can help carve it.” Ethan added as Meira nodding knowing where to find such tree.

Cole and her disappeared in a cloud of smoke with Erik to go search for it with a second to spear. Amelia was quiet the entire meeting, rubbing her husband arm as she leaned into her chair. Liane noticed wondering what exactly she is thinking as she noticing her friend look at her husband with worry. Melissa share a look with the other girls.

“Mia relax. It’s gonna be fine..” Liane spoke, fixing her tiara with a smile, “I heard stress is bad for the baby.”

She sighed, “I have not given up hope..but who will go through the wardrobe is my worry..”

“Depends on the magic it can hold. My heard my father say it sometimes take up to 3 people or more..”

Nikolai looked down at his wife and kissed her cheek, “I got everything under control. And if we can’t find one, we will still find each other.”

“And your brother? Honey, you got bags under your eyes..we all do.” She asked with so much concern for him and their friends.

“If he shows up, I’ll let him know that he will have to wish he never enacted the curse in the first place.”

“Cole will try to kill him along with you…”

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3 trees were found, as Melissa and Cole’s husband Jeremy carved it in the at the man’s workshop. Jeremy was a pirate first, builder second as he grinned.

The idea that wardrobe might protect memories and because children are most likely to believe in fairytales, they will remember once the reach the land. The adults might not remember every single thing, or so they think.

Rick, Roch and Luna planned on bringing their kids into one.

Bruce and Natasha suggest it would be for the best. Everyone single of them had their own plans and businesses to take care of that they kept a secret from each other.

Cole being the wiser one of the crew, knew if he didn’t make it into any wardrobe he would remember and know everything, by hearing the sound of any one of the kids names he will snap out of the trance and enact his murder to Alexander. He may not like Nikolai too much but Amelia was like a sister to him.

Beside that, Cole and Alexander had their own problems together in the past before he even knew that he was Nikolai’s older brother.

Suddenly the curse hit as cloud of smoke started to wash over the land as the crew started to fight for their lives, bringing any children to safety to the crafted wardrobes. At one of the castles, knights were coming as Erik was fighting them off with Ethan as he out of his own reasons, pushed his son into one of wardrobes closing it knocking him out cold.

Let’s just say Ethan arrived to the real world due to being knocked out cold without as many memories of his past near the woods of a city. It was rather fuzzy for him but he was fine, going on his merry way. Creating a bit of trouble that will come to bit in him the ass later on, in the future being a daughter named Belladonna.

The kids however arrived at the real world as well but somewhere else as the curse it them, waking up in their beds within a town. Where their parents there with them of course, but given cursed memories of not being fairytale characters.

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Meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, as the curse was slowly washing over the woods into the rest of the land, Amelia was panicking a bit more than she thought she would. Not as much as Nikolai, who was preparing himself for a possible war with Cole, if any arm came to anyone in the castle.

Amelia placed a hand over the belly, looking at the small bassinet nearby that was meant to their son. She looked over at her husband, not feeling like a princess but a little farm girl in worry as she said, “I’m ready to leave you..”

Nikolai placed his sword on the table and cupped her face, “You won’t be alone, my brother will pay for this.”

She sighed, “I know he will. But Cass and Cole predicted we will see everyone again on his 18 birthday..the closest thing is 16th. He will need his father.”

“And he will, tell him tales about me. How I slayed a dragon on my first try or how I became my time sailing a ship with Captain Hook.”

“You are so confident in this whole thing aren’t you?”

“I have courage and compassion, I learned that from you. Mainly, i have my wit, my charm and my powers..”

He about to say something else when he sensed a pressure in the air, then sudden his wife gripped his hand tightly muttering that they had bigger things to deal with it.

They were about to have a small surprise.

A few short moments later, Amelia was on the bed screaming in pain and cursing out how she can’t have the baby now. Nikolai held her hand trying to hush his wife’s worries, yelling for the doctor to do something.

The whole castle was abuzz with chaos. Liane fighting against the evil guards outside, Marlene flying about trying to give her wife time with any additional stuff to the wardrobe. Cole was on the rooftop of the castle with a murderous glare as Alexander and his curse reached closer than ever, trying any protective shield.

That was when Jeremy raced into the bedroom, with sword in hand telling Nikolai that the final wardrobe was ready, about to help get his friends to the nursery. Nikolai about to carry his wife and move her out to the wardrobe when the doctor told him to not take any chances, as their son was about to be born now.

Alexander reached to castle with his guards surrounding the place on the rooftop fighting Cole as Nikolai’s chuckled softly at his son being born and placed into his wife’s arms.

The curse is here, they basically failed. He was leaning towards the two pressing a gentle hand on his head hushing his cries as Amelia smiled with tears in her eyes humming a tone.

He was so small yet so beautiful, wiggling and whispering a little as his cries calmed down.

“Hey Joshua..our little love..” Amelia whispered smiling.

Nikolai used the back of his finger rubbing his child’s cheek and smiled, “..welcome to world, you couldn’t wait a few more hours could you sweetheart?”

“We failed..that’s okay..”

“But at least we’re together.”

Amelia paused for a moment and sighed wishing her husband’s strong wit and clever beliefs didn’t rub off on her but it did. She looked at him and said, “Go fight your brother..”

“What?” Nikolai said, holding his son in arms now fixing his baby blanket to keep him warm.

“..take him to the wardrobe with Jeremy and go help Cole..”

“No. Darling, no I can’t leave you like this right now. And not our son!“

“You said it yourself! We need to have courage and believe we will be okay, he will come back to us. It’s a risk, I know…”

“But we have to take it. We have to give him his best chance no matter what it takes. I hate it when I’m right.”

She pressed a kiss to her son’s forehead, telling Joshua to be a trooper for his daddy as Nikolai smiled softly hearing her, kissed his wife quickly grabbing his sword and rushed out. He joined Jeremy in the hallway who was fighting his brother’s knights and raced down the hall, defeating them to fight more keeping Joshua relaxed in his arms.

Jeremy lead the way to the nursery, as he rushed off to kill some guards that were coming to Amelia’s room to find Melissa trying to wake their friend up but she was knocked out cold.

Nikolai raced into the nursery, stabbing a knight and dropped his sword to create a shadow to knock a few other guardsmen out cold, hell he made sure they were dead.

With a flick of his wrist, he flung open the wardrobe’s doors and placed his son inside safety pressing a kiss to his forehead telling him to have courage and find them soon as he closed the doors.

Just as he did, in a cloud of green and black smoke appeared Alexander and Cole neck and neck trying to kill one another. Nikolai stood up with a shadowy smile and glared blasting his brother to a wall, as Cole pinned the man to the wall shouting at him.

Two verse one, as the 3 of them fought and as the smoking clouds from the curse becoming a storm, that rip off the top of the ceiling as Nikolai gasped pinning his brother to the ground holding up a shadow in his a hand.

Cole was behind him, trying to block the storm and yelled, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere horrible.” Alexander said smiling with a glare.

“No shit dipshit.”

“In a few moments you won’t remember you were fighting me.”

“Very specific.”

Nikolai with a last minute stitch to leave a mark, pulling his sword in front of him and cut his brother in the same place he did months ago during his wedding day. A way for his brother to remember, that matter what happens he will never fully destroy his spirt. Alexander shouted in pain and pushed his brother away, causing him to storm back then attack Cole with a blast.

That was when cloudy spoke louder, engulfed the whole castle sending everyone to a town called Fighter-town, Maine.

Thanks for reading! What did you think of it? Yes I was watching season 1 OUAT pilot shhh 🤫

Fun fact! 🖋 Josh Dallas who plays Prince Charming in Once Upon A Time, played Fandral in Thor (2011)

Tags: @missstrawbs2001 @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @mallowbee4 @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @rooster-84 @thecavalrywife and etc

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inmymagnetoera · 5 months

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Hello, can I request Cherik just being domestic and cute with their kids or family? No angst or whump just fluff and our boys being happy :)

I LOVE FLUFF.

Hope you like it!♡

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Waking up at 4 a.m

A calm night spent in his husband's arms were ideal if you asked him. Erik had always struggled to sleep as a child due to his fear of the dark and as an adult due to his nightmares, but he was working on it. Charles, on the other hand, was the kind of person who fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, as if the genetic professor hadn't had a single worry in his entire life. The smaller man was held tightly in Erik's arms and shifted occasionally, making the German hiss when Charles' cold feet touched him.

Oh, there it was, he could feel it, a few seconds and he would finally get a few hours of sleep before getting up. He almost didn't hear the sound of small footsteps running towards their room.

"Papa?" A small voice asked from the entrance. Erik opened his eyes and sighed. No, he wouldn't be able to sleep.

"Pietro? Is everything ok?" He leaned on his elbow and raised his head slightly to look at his son, recently turned four, with his rabbit peluche in one hand and a small blanket in the other. Pietro didn't answer but shook his head and ran towards the bed, managing to get on it after two jumps.

"The light in the bedroom broke. I'm afraid of the dark." He said hiding his face in his father's shoulder.

"Don't worry. You can sleep here tonight but be careful not to wake your daddy." Pietro nodded vigorously and lay down between his parents, hiding his head under the blanket. Erik put his head back on the pillow and tried to fall asleep but was awakened shortly after.

"Papa? I can't find Pietro anymore." Another small voice said at the door. Erik raised his head again and saw his daughter Wanda, also recently turned four, holding Lorna's little hand, two years younger than her brothers. Pietro, already in the world of dreams, did not wake up and placed a hand on Charles' face. How could this man be such a heavy sleeper?

"He's here with us, Wanda." He whispered.

The little girl, most likely to avoid having to walk down the dark hall again, nodded and headed towards the bed.

"Okay, you can sleep here tonight too." Erik said leaning over to pick Lorna up and place her next to Pietro. Even the youngest fell asleep almost immediately after putting her head on the pillow. Wanda went up alone and lay on top of her father's chest.

"Night Papa." She said curling up and closing her eyes. Erik stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before hearing another voice.

“You're a good dad, you know?” Charles said before placing a kiss on Pietro's head.

"I do my best." Erik said trying not to move too much so as not to wake Wanda. Charles smiled at him and closed his eyes again.

Erik fell asleep around half past four and, although he had only slept a few hours, in the morning he felt more rested than ever.

#erik lehnsherr #cherik #charles xavier #x men #fanfic #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #lorna dane

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joshriku · 1 year

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ages ago i asked for prompts on twitter and i think ava had requested cherik + bodyswap, and i forgot i wrote that til i found it looking at my files so i figured i'd also post it here ages later lol it's too short for ao3! but perfect length for tumblr.

“I don't know how you do it,” says Charles.

His voice—it's Erik's, no doubt. Words coming from his mouth, his body. His body, that Charles is currently inhabiting.

“Do what?” asks Erik, with—with his voice, God damn it. This whole situation is so strange.

It's supposed to wear off in a few hours, said the other teachers. Just a mutant learning to control their powers, nothing else. But now Charles is Erik, and Erik is Charles, and it's been the most insanity-inducing hours of his life. They haven't left Charles' room, as they decided to spend this ordeal as quietly as possible: in bed, reading.

“This. Alone with your thoughts,” Charles says. “I'm miserable. And overstimulated, even though I am not doing anything. It's…”

So much. His skin is prickly, impossible to touch. He can sense the clock ticking—not just the one inside the mansion, but everyone's. Phones buzzing or vibrating. The kitchen. Jewelry. The televisions. The satellites. The cities further away. The core of the Earth—

Erik takes his hand. Charles takes a moment to note how different his own hand is, when he's being touched—this is not comforting. So many times he's held someone, held a student, tried to comfort them with a gesture. And now that he's being comforted by his body—God, he should never be close to people.

“Breathe in,” Erik tells him. “Narrow your focus to one thing. Try your wheelchair.”

It's such a big power. To narrow it to something so small like his wheelchair feels like an impossible task, but then he notices a little helping hand: it's sloppy and careless, but the undeniable sensation of a telepathic push. Erik’s not good at it—good God, how is he holding up with all those voices?—but he’s good enough to guide Charles to his objective.

His body slumps against the bed, once the world is reduced to just the wheelchair.

“How do you do it?” Charles repeats. “It’s so quiet. It’s so lonely. And this power—it’s too great, I’m afraid. How does your body not fall apart? How does your mind not fall apart? How do you��”

Erik cuts him off. “I am wondering the same thing about you, as we speak. There is so much noise. People cannot stop thinking, not even for one second. How do you not go insane?”

He supposes the same questions he asked have the same answer Charles would give Erik: you get used to it. You settle into it like a second skin, until one day you no longer get to think about it.

“You get used to it,” he says, although he knows Erik must have heard it, anyway. His grip on Charles’ telepathy isn’t that good—Charles presumes he doesn’t know how to leave his mind. Erik hums anyway. “I suppose it’s more impressive right now, to be in a body where—it’s truly yours. Mine, it feels like it shares a bit with every single person. I cannot stop myself from seeing through their lenses, even for a second. I guess being alone right now—truly and well alone, it just… makes me wonder. How you don’t go insane. How you talk to people, how you are such a good judge of character. I can only be one because of my powers, and even then, I can go so wrong.”

Erik raises an eyebrow in his direction. It’s so odd, looking at his face. Does Charles really look like this? No wonder he got into so many arguments. He’s rather annoyed at that face.

“Funny, again. I have been pondering that myself. If I could listen to every thought, every sentiment, and every motivation behind someone’s actions—well, perhaps I’d become a hermit. It takes incredible strength to do this. I admire you.”

Charles smiles a little. “I suppose we are both so exceptional,” he says. He squeezes Erik’s hand again, trying to focus on Erik’s body, wanting to be held by it instead. “Only a few more hours to go.”

“Maybe we won’t go insane in three hours,” Erik smiles back. “Who knows? We have got plenty of time.”

#cherik #writing #occasionally ill be like hii does anyone have prompts and its like the most fun i have at night #i love when i have the taking requests mood. hope it strikes again

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ludi-ling · 29 days

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My friend saw the third episode and texted me. She was like I don't get it, I feel like I'm missing something. It feels rushed and cheap. And I was like yes, it is rushed, but here's all the context. It ended up being a 2-hour conversation lol. As soon as I saw pregnant Jean, I knew there were shenanigans! Lol.

But...question need some help with this:

I was just never all that invested in Charles/Magneto relationship. For some reason, it never hit me as extremely gay coded until X-Men: First Class at which point, I was like OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!! But yeah... feels like a flavour of Tennyson and Arthur Hallam?

LOL! I love how men having a close and loving friendship is automatically evidence of them being gay. 😂

But seriously though, I can see why Cherik has such a huge fanbase, because you can argue that a lot of their relationship was and is gay-coded, and fans are gonna fan and run with that subtext.

Me, personally... I see it as a classic complex bromance. Two men admiring one another's minds, respecting (if disagreeing with) each other's ideological stances, and loving one another sincerely though platonically despite that. This is a male relationship that used to be a socially accepted one, but that nowadays society teaches us to read as gay-coded.

I was so happy that X-Men '97 was brave enough to describe Xavier and Erik's friendship as love. Because two men can love one another deeply, without that love being sexual. Philia should always be celebrated. 😊

And yeah, episode 3 does feel rather rushed, but that's the sad thing about only have 10 episodes a season. Damn streaming for destroying longer seasons. Remember the days when shows used to have 24 episodes a season???

Nowadays I think that's kind of excessive, and runs the risk of having pointless 'monster of the week' episodes shoved in there, but I think 10 eps is way too short for a show like XM97, where there is obviously going to be a LOT going on. Sigh.

#questions answered #Cherik #Magneto #Professor X #x men 97 #X-Men 97 #X-Men '97 #X men '97

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itsillyakuryakin · 8 months

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I'd like to thank @kimissteeringwheel for the tag!

Pairing/Shippy list!

Here's the rules:

1. List your top seven ships

2. Put all of them in order of your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favorite.

3. Name their fandom.

4. Supply photos for said people.

So here we go-

7. Jenson Button x Fernando Alonso [Ship Name: Buttonso / Jensonando]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: Because why not? They have the chemistry, they have the potential, they have their own thing going on every now and then- give me a good reason to not ship these dorks.

6. Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin [ Ship Name: Napollya / Illeon]

Fandom: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. [movie 2015]

Reason: Pure Grumpy x Sunshine trope. Illya is shot tempered and keeps himself isolated most of the time, but Napoleon knows how to get under his skin (👀) and adores his Red Peril to death. I mean, he literally jumped in those deep waters to save his life- what more prrpf do you need?

5. Charles Leclerc x Max Verstappen [ Ship Name: Lestappen/Verleclerc ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reason: Seriously? You need a reason? Aren't those subtle touches on Charles' lower back after the podiums, or even when they're close to each other, not enough? Isn't that habit of Max not being able to stand in one place after seeing his favorite Ferrari boy enough? Isn't their inability to not mention each other once in every interview ever enough? They're the definition of "Love is blind"

4. Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher [Ship Name: Makkinen/ Mikael]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: The classic Finn x German trope. They say they're not friends yet can't seem to leave each other alone. They basically defined each other's lives in the sport and outside of it by staying side by side in every battle. A win wouldn't feel like a win to any of them if not snatched by the other one.

3. Carlos Sainz Jr x Lando Norris [ Ship Name: Carlando / Muppet Friends ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: THEY'RE MY COMFORT SHIP!!!! They take care of each other, mention each other everywhere, go on golf dates (and dates) with each other, spend time with each other on family weddings/holidays and even after it's been three years since Carlos switched teams, their bond keeps on getting deeper and deeper. And these two were the ones people initially thought would not get along. They proved everyone wrong, and still are. I personally believe both of them progressed a lot as a personality after meeting each other. Specially in Lando's case- He's a big brother to Oscar now. Carlando for life!

2. Nico Rosberg x Lewis Hamilton [ Ship Name: Brocedes / Rosmilton ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: REASONS??? FOR WHAT EXACTLY??? Both of them come from two totally different worlds and background - one with everything and one with almost nothing. Nico grew up in a lavish lifestyle but he established that friendship doesn't care about your background. It's just friendship. And he had his fair share with Lewis, a little boy from the UK who found a friend in a place and time he least expected to be. They went on vacations together, raced each other as teammates - both in karting and F1, which was a dream they both promised each other of when they were practically babies. But the same dream tore them apart later in life and they're so close and yet so far. And the fact that it's not fictional is just tragic.

Honourable Mentions:

Destiel [ Dean Winchester x Castiel] - Supernatural

Cherik [ Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr]- X-Men Universer

Stony [ Steve Rogers x Tony Stark] - Marvel Cinematic Universe

Johnlock [Sherlock Holmes x John Watson]- The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Hannigram [Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter] - Hannibal.

AND DRUMROLL 🥁

1. Kimi Räikkonen x Sebastian Vettel [ Ship Name: Simi / Kibastian ]

Fandom: Formula 1 RPF

Reasons: Who else has ever had the ability to make the Iceman smile bar the little unhinged sassy German that we all love and worship the most? Kimi is so comfortable with his surroundings when around Seb and actually laughs and speaks by his own will! They both spend time playing badminton and Kimi actually addresses Seb as his friend. Like- is this a dream? IT'S REAL!!!! Get yourself someone who smiles at you the way they both smile at each other. And after all- it's Sebastian. You can't resist his charm- no one can ✨

Like look at them:

Uff. This was a long post but I enjoyed it. Thanks a lot to everyone who read it to the end.

I'd like to tag @thatquirkycookie, @sebbuh , @wdkzms, @rednyx-sf, @muppet-friends and @sainzinnorris to participate. And anyone who sees this post and wants to do this obviously. No pressure though. Do it only if you feel like it!

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alatabouleau · 8 months

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Why the Beach divorce is unfixable (and why it doesn't work in Good Omens 2)

I think we can all agree that XMFC is a ...~flawed~ movie. I mean, I could write long, long posts about the inherent sexism and racist implications. But today, I want to talk about one thing that actually worked. That made so much sense and hit so hard, it single-handedly saved the whole film for me. Something that I've seen come up recently, again, under the cherik-tag because of another fandom and show. Where something very similar happens, only that in this case, it doesn't work at all.

(if you haven't watched GO S2 yet, spoilers. Also, if you enjoyed the second season, good for you, but this post is going to be highly critical of it. Gotta be my last post about that, since I believe in getting it out of your system but not continually spreading negativity and holding a grudge.)

So, with this post, I would like to dissect *why*: What makes the Beach Divorce (TM) in First Class work so well is its preparation in the previous events of that film and even before that. The thing about First Class is, while not being the perfect prequel timeline-wise with the previous motives of the first X-Men-trilogy, it still works *because* it is a prequel. At least the very specific part about Professor X and Magneto. Because from the start, when Charles pulls Erik out of the ocean, we, the informed audience, know how it's going to end. But for some moments you tend to forget, when they go on a trip to recruit mutants, training them, working so well together. And even when the small cracks are already visible in the way they discuss the issue of mutant integration into society, one could still hope that maybe this time, they'll find a way, settle their differences and keep building the future. Together. But it's still the same story. It's still the same characters. And both Erik and Charles could never change their core values. Their lives have already shaped them into who they are inherently, and they can't change what they do because they can't change what they *want*. Which is why the line "We want the same thing." - "Oh, I'm sorry my friend. But we do not." hits so hard. Because both is true. On a broader level, they *do* both want the same thing. A better future for mutantkind. Yet just as equally true is the fact that they will never want to choose the same path to get there.

To point it out directly, what makes the Beach Divorce (TM) so brilliantly devastating is that it makes 100% perfect sense for the two characters to behave that way. It makes sense that Erik, who sees someone he clearly cares for (loves) being shot, again!, can't initially accept that it's his fault. It makes sense for him, after taking an unimaginable amount of courage to make himself vulnerable in front of Charles, for the very first time on screen in front of ANYNONE mind you, laying down awkwardly but raw in its honesty how much this man in his arms means to him, to immediately close off and become cold again after being utterly rejected, in his PoV. It makes just as much sense for Charles who spent this movie trying to show Erik that there could be other ways to deal with issues than violence, would perceive how Erik takes on a helmet that cuts him off, kills a man while Charles is IN HIS HEAD, tries to kill "innocent" people and ultimately, shoots him, to conclude that his friend (love interest) has long since chosen a path where he could never follow him and therefore see choosing different sides (breaking up) as the only available option. And you can try to "fix" this. You can make up any scenario you can think of, and it still would play out like that because you can't change how each Erik and Charles perceive the world without changing inherently who they are as characters. That's what makes it so gut-wrenchingly tragic.

The whole tragedy of the tale of cherik is laid out in this one scene: That if the two of them looked into the mirror of erised, they'd see the same vision. Them being together and leading the mutant race in a bright future for them. But in reality, the means they choose to get to that end will never be compatible. Its tragedy defines itself through a subversion of the trope "Love on opposite sides". Because they *choose* to be that. It's not external circumstances that keep them from being together, it's their own values and convictions. Which is what keeps me so obsessed with these two, since that is so uniquely ~them~. So why do I think that this very similar scene, which I described as so brilliantly heartbreaking in one context, doesn't work for Good Omens 2? well... BECAUSE IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR *THESE* CHARACTERS! Because Crowley and Aziraphale are the exact opposite of Cherik. They too, may be a couple that finds itself on different sides, but in their case, that's entirely an external circumstance, while their internal values and convictions align almost perfectly (depending whether we talk book omens or S1GO). Because the core of Ineffable spouses ship is that they are on the same side when they shouldn't be. They have their orders to obey, they have their instructions to despise each other, but they simply don't care enough since They are more interested in earth (and each other) than their respective head offices. That's what makes them work as friends, as a couple, as a ship. So when season 2 pulled a beach divorce à la Cherik, I was mad and disappointed because for me, it tears apart what their relationship is all about. And I'm ok with that kind of sacrifice when it gives you something valuable narrative-wise, which it didn't. And I have no hope of season 3 paying off for that. There was just not a big enough reason for me to break off the backbone of the entire story. That it is possible for you to make your own choices and be with the people you want to be with even if an oppressive system tells you no. It just doesn't make sense.

(So yeah, does this post only exist because I tried to get my head off from the destruction of a very dear ship of mine but also not wanting to spoil anyone's fun, by scrolling through the cherik-tag on Tumblr instead of the good omens tags and seeing so many posts comparing these two scenes, thinking "can you escape this *anywhere* on this page?" while also getting annoyed since how I pointed out in this post, it doesn't work at all in the second context? Maybe. But that's just me. ;))

#cherik #gos2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #good omens critical #beach divorce #annnnd another morning successfully wasted by writing awfully long tumblr posts! :D #like i said (hopefully) last post about GO2 since I want to move on

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distort-opia · 1 year

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What was the unfinished cherik fic? I'm so curious

Oh, the Cherik fic that's been haunting me for the better part of a decade? It's this one:

+ and these, from atoms by kay_cricketed (39k words, rated T)

Summary: Five years after the Cuban Missile Crisis, Charles and Erik find themselves in a situation where they must rely on each other for survival. Trapped in a coal mine deep beneath the earth's surface, and having lost his wheelchair to a disaster, Charles fights the nature of his physical limitations while Erik struggles to remain distant. Ironically, in the dark, it is impossible to hide your heart.

You know how sometimes you stumble upon a work that seems tailor-made for your brain? :) This is this fic to me. It's just so beautifully written, exactly the kind of style filled with imagery and metaphor that I favor. Though it's more than that; Charles and Erik are very well-characterized, both of them cuttingly intelligent and well-read and so eager to save the other one's life despite everything that went down between them.

But the thing is, I've yet to read yearning like this story does it. Jesus fucking Christ. The way Charles just... aches for Erik, so close to him physically and yet so far away, not really understanding what he truly lost or what he wants from him but desperately grasping for some form of connection in the dark. It's just so painfully well done.

And despite the story not being finished, I wholeheartedly recommend it if you ship Cherik. I'm still deeply grateful the author shared what they have of it, it's one of my all-time favorite fics.

#would I still sell an arm and a leg for the last chapter?? yes. but that is besides the point #asks #personal #cherik #cherik fic rec

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gerec · 8 months

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AU-gust 2023

18 & 19. Time Travel & Shapeshifters

Pairing(s): Xavierine, Cherik (sort of) Warnings: Violence

So I probably won't get all the prompts on the list finished but I definitely wanted to get this one done - it's a Terminator/DOFP mashup, two of my favourite things!

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It’s Saturday night and the club is packed wall to wall, the music thumping so loudly that it makes Charles’ head throb in time to the rhythmic beat. Everyone around him is high on drugs or alcohol – likely both – as eager to dance the night away as he is to numb his senses. Being here would be intolerable if not for the serum keeping his telepathy reined in, blocking out the onslaught of other people’s thoughts and feelings so he’s not utterly crushed by the deluge.

“Whiskey. Make it a double.”

He tosses the drink back with a grimace, savouring the burn, and waves the bartender to give him another. It’s still too early to decide if he wants company and stay overnight in the city, or take a cab back to Westchester and sleep in his own bed. For now, he only needs to focus on getting stupidly, blindingly drunk, so he can forget everything that’s gone wrong in his life; the school in shambles, and the people he loved who left him behind without a thought.

His phone buzzes when he’s on his third drink, and Charles pulls it out with a sigh. Sure enough, it’s a text marked urgent from Hank, along with apparently half a dozen missed calls from his erstwhile – and only – friend. Stifling the guilt and annoyance over what would undoubtedly be another unwanted lecture, he switches the phone off completely, and resumes his solitary drinking.

Unfortunately, he’s interrupted again by a rough hand on his shoulder.

He turns his head and growls, shoving the hand none too gently off him and snaps, “Piss off, mate. Find your own spot at the bar.”

“Charles,” the stranger says, low and fierce, eyes busy scanning the crowd. He shifts to stand solidly behind Charles, as though he’s using his own burly body as a shield. “You’re in danger. Someone’s trying to kill you.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are—”

“I’m Logan, and I don’t have time to explain everything right now,” the man growls, grabbing a hold of Charles’ arm and dragging him off the bar stool. “Hank is waiting in the car. We have to get you out of here. Now.”

“What? Hank is here?” He yelps, losing his balance and stumbling into the stranger’s arms. The alcohol he’s consumed isn’t doing him any favors, his mind sluggish as he tries to process Logan’s words.

He’s even more confused when the crowd suddenly parts and he sees Erik of all people, expression blank as he rapidly closes the distance from across the dance floor. Erik, who’s supposed to be in prison for murder and not here, in the middle of a packed nightclub in New York.

It’s like a nightmare, when Erik raises his arm and points the gun at him, aiming for his head; he can’t make sense of what’s happening, his mind and body refusing to move, unable to fathom the idea that Erik wants to kill him—

The bar explodes in a shower of broken glass, bullets riddling the space where Charles had been only brief seconds before. There’s so much screaming, and the crush of bodies as the crowd jostles to get away, as he lays stunned on the ground with Logan’s body sprawled on top of him.

“Come on.”

Logan hoists him to his feet and tosses him behind the bar for cover, before unsheathing claws from his hands and stabbing Erik in the throat.

“Erik! No!” he screams, only for Logan to slash him again, vicious and brutal as he knocks Erik clear off his feet. He doesn’t understand why any of this is happening – why Logan is protecting him or why Erik wants him dead – but he can’t stand by and watch Erik die even after everything that’s happened---

“That’s not the real Lehnsherr,” Logan says, grabbing a hold of Charles again as he stares wild-eyed at the body twitching on the ground. “That’s a Sentinel, a machine, sent from the future. It can change its shape to resemble any mutant or human. It chose Lehnsherr’s face so it could get close and kill you.”

He wants to tell Logan he’s crazy, and that his explanation is too fantastical to believe. But even as he watches, the thing is slowly mending itself, the gaping holes closing over as bits of what look like liquid metal shift and morph over the body. Even the clothes return to their pristine state, and Charles is reminded suddenly of Raven, and her remarkable ability to change shapes at will.

Already, the Sentinel is reaching for its gun, and they have literal seconds before it gets up and resumes his mission.

Logan turns to him and offers his hand. “Come with me if you want to live.”

Charles takes it.

They run.

#cherik #xavierine #gerec writes #au-gust 2023 #day 18 #day 19 #time travel #shapeshifters

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echo-bleu · 5 months

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WIP Ask game. I am wildly curious about werewolf-Finrod. Yes please, I am sold, please tell me all the things. I also feel this way about the X-Men AU, so take your pick!

Both? Both is good.

Werewolf!Finrod is what it says on the tin, Finrod is re-embodied in Aman as a werewolf. I think I said before that some of it was inspired by your Host of the West. He Returns not long before Elwing's arrival, and of course if the Valar weren't going to forbid him from going back to Middle-Earth to fight, the fact that he turns into a clawed monster every time he has a strong emotion surely does it.

He's having a really hard time. It does get better, and I want to keep writing until he makes his peace with it (the whole thing sprung from an image I had of Finrod pouncing on a very confused just-Returned Celegorm) and even perhaps gets a couple of tiny wolf cubs to raise...

Here's a snippet:

Was the werewolf that ate him an elf once? Is that what Finrod is destined to become? “Why did you let me out?” he murmurs at the wall – at Mandos in his Halls. “If I’m a monster, if I’m a danger to everyone – why let me out? There long shall ye abide, you promised us, and yet here I am. Little pity shall they find –is this your version of little pity? That living again should be worse even than being dead?” “Oh, Findaráto,” someone murmurs behind him. Arafinwë doesn’t flinch when Finrod turns around on his bed, still naked and covered in scratches. Their eyes meet, and there is no fear in his father’s gaze. He comes to sit close to Finrod, on the edge of the mattress, and holds out his hand, not quite touching him. Even as he turns back to the wall, finding the world too overwhelming still to face, Finrod grabs that hand in a bruising grip.

The X-Men AU that I started yesterday is (presumably) more light-hearted! I've been sick with Covid all week and mostly unable to write, but had a lot of time for vaguely feverish daydreaming, some of which somehow coalesced into this:

Dynamics-wise (shipping aside), Fëanor and Fingolfin make wonderful Magneto and Prof X

Mutation-wise, Fëanor has something like energy manipulation, Fingolfin something to do with ice, while Arafinwë is a ProfX-level telepath (he gets the disability as well because I can)

Finwë built a school for mutants with his sons, but Fëanor broke off from them because of ahem political differences and made his own faction

Now Fingolfin is head of the school slash vigilante headquarters, with his adult children as the men, uh, F-Men? (I haven't actually settled on a name lmao)

I am very fond of mutant AUs, and I'm specifically fond of mutation-as-disability takes

Fingon is Cyclops. But Cyclops before anyone figured out how to block his blasts, so he's also functionally blind.

That makes Maedhros Jean Grey, though his power is fire-based. They also have Cherik vibes, being on competing/opposing sides. (Artanis is kind of the other side of Jean Grey, with the uncontrollable psychic powers)

About two years ago, Maedhros was captured by Morgoth Corp's Head of R&D Mairon, and experimented on for months until Fingon broke into their headquarters and blasted them to smithereens to free him (he also blasted Maedhros's hand off in the process)

I have powers figured out for most of the Finwëans but it would be too long to go into details here, so i'll only share the fun ones: Lalwen is Mystique, Ambarussa have super-speed, Irissë is Havok. Finrod is Rogue. Kinda.

I shared a little snippet last night, I don't have a lot more writing than that at this point but it's very fun so far.

Thank you for the ask!!

From this WIP ask game.

#ask game #echo's fanfiction #echo's writing thoughts #silm x-men au #werewolf finrod au #finrod #silmarillion #tolkien

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roosterbox · 7 months

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October Almost-Drabbles 10/11: Haunted

Pairing(s): Cherik (one-sided), Charles/Moira (implied)

Word Count: 686

Additional tags: modern AU, ghost!erik, cockblock!erik, jealous!erik, pining, angst, and they were roommates

Side note: finally something other than straight fluff, lmao. I swear I originally intended this to be slightly more comedic than angsty. But Erik said “No, I must pine,” and who am I to deny him? Also, the Cherik might not be completely one-sided, but Charles is a bit too angry and frustrated to deal with any other feelings, in this little fic at least.

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“You didn’t have to do that.”

Charles, soaked through to the bone, glared at the apparition sitting at his table. The being didn’t look at him. Rather, they kept their focus on the kitchen sink currently gushing water out into the apartment floor. Gradually, the flow stopped.

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik said. His ghostly voice was aloof, as if he couldn’t care less about Moira’s ruined outfit, or the money Charles would likely have to spend on repairs. He still wouldn’t meet Charles’ gaze, however.

“And you feel as if you have a say in the matter because…?”

The spirit didn’t answer. Charles wasn’t surprised. Just this once, he thought that bringing a date home might have gone alright. That they could have a nice meal, a fun evening, maybe even a nice second romp in the morning, before parting ways.

He should have known better.

“Look, Erik,” Charles let out a sigh, sitting down across from the figure that had once been a living man. He did his best to ignore the wet squelch of his pants and boxers as he sat. His next stop should definitely be his bedroom though, preferably before he started to chafe. “I already promised that I wouldn’t have you exorcised, or force you out. I said it, I meant it, and I don’t go back on my word. But-” the other man finally looked at him, and Charles again found himself wondering what color his eyes had been, when he was alive. “-but we’re roommates, essentially. Nothing more. I’ve got a life that needs living.” At Erik’s scowl, he added a quick, “no offense intended, of course.”

“She wasn’t right for you,” Erik repeated, a bit softer this time. Charles rolled his eyes. He’d begun shivering slightly, the cold Autumn air bleeding through the thin walls of his (their) apartment. He made a mental note to text Moira and make sure that she, similarly soaked as he, was safe and warm at home. For now, though, he rose up.

“I’m going to bed,” he said, voice flat. “Just as soon as I grab a few towels to…” he trailed off, watching the water recede, pool together, and evaporate in record time. Even the broken sink seemed to repair itself before his eyes. In any other circumstance, this would have been a shocking thing to witness. But after a year of living with a being such as Erik, almost nothing surprised him these days.

“Your clothes,” the ghost said, more apologetic than Charles expected.

“Never mind them. I’ll throw them in the wash.” He waved his hand dismissively, considering their conversation finished. “Good night, Erik.” An ironic sentiment, considering his evening after coming home had been anything but. He retreated to his bedroom, wet socks leaving a trail of footprints behind him, before closing the door, hard, behind him. A full stop on the end of an unspoken sentence. After a moment, the footprints evaporated too.

“Good night, Charles,” Erik said to the empty apartment kitchen. Now, alone again, it was his turn to sigh. To tuck his head into ghostly hands and wish, not for the first time nor the last, that the space in his chest where a heart may have resided didn’t clench so painfully any time he thought of himself without Charles. It wasn’t fair. He knew that. But at the same time…

He stood, in as much as an incorporeal being can, and made his way over to the closed door. Charles was showering. He could always tell where Charles was in this place, though he made sure never to peep or spy. And even now, while he could easily phase right through the wooden door, he only pressed a hand against it. Feeling the warm spirit radiating from the other man inside.

“Good night, Charles,” he said again, whispering as if he thought the other man might have heard him through the bedroom door and the en-suite. Other words burned in his stomach, but he knew there was really nothing more to say. Nothing that Charles would want to hear, at least.

#october drabbles #cherik #ghost au #the sheer angst and pining of a ghost falling in love with a living human #ghost Erik is an absolute menace #and jealous as fuck #lol #she doesn’t actually appear here #but poor Moira #her dress was ruined

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