I don’t care if you’ve never written before or if you’ve written hundreds of fics.
I don’t care if your fic is 100 chapters or just one.
I don’t care if there’s too much dialogue, or not enough.
I don’t care if your character drinks “a hot cup of coffee” or “a steaming well of carefully brewed fair trade Ethiopian single origin organic beans, contained in an antique blue willow cup with one tiny chip on the edge and mild cracking in the glaze.”
I don’t care if you use the same pronoun over and over or if you use the word “persnickety” eleven times over the course of ten pages.
I don’t care if your historical references are accurate, or if the characters speak in a way that doesn’t fit their environment.
I don’t care if your romantic pairing makes love on a bed of roses at sunset or if they bang up against the wall in a changing room at Walmart.
I don’t care if your stories are nothing but fluff, or nothing but smut.
I am going to read your fics, and I am going to enjoy the hell out of them. So please keep writing, and ignore comments from assholes. We, the readers, love you.
I feel it needs to be said that writers in their 30′s and higher are super valid too. I have seen writers in their 30′s for still writing fanfics at their age.
I don’t care how old you are! Write your little heart out darling!
always, it’s you - a charles/erik fanmix. (listen on 8tracks) (listen on youtube) (listen on spotify)
come go with me - the del-vikings // put your head on my shoulder - paul anka // only you (and you alone) - the platters // you belong to me - the duprees // can’t take my eyes off you - frankie valli // come rain or come shine - ray charles // this i swear - the skyliners // that’s how strong my love is - otis redding // sweeter than you - ricky nelson // always it’s you - the everly brothers
Here are all the ficlets I’ve posted to date. Will keep this updated and pinned at the top of my blog :D
1. Fantasy AU - Cherik
2. College AU - Cherik, Xavierine
3. Soulmates AU - Cherik
4. Angels & Demons AU - Cherik
5. Post-Apocalyptic AU - Cherik
6. Hospital AU - Cherik
7. Childhood Friends AU - Cherik
8. Superheroes/Superpowers AU - Starles, past Cherik
9. Royalty AU - Cherik
10. Pirates AU - Cherik
11. Farm/Ranch AU - Cherik Xavierine, Cherigan?
12. Crime AU - Cherik
13. Rock Band AU - Cherik, Xavierine
14. Vampire AU - Cherik
15. Modern AU - Cherik
16. Treasure Hunters AU - Gen
17. Firefighters AU - Cherik, Xavierine
18. Bodyguard AU - Coming soon
19. 19th Century AU - Charles/Shaw, Cherik mentioned
20. Single Parent(s) AU - Gen
21. Professional Rivals AU + Futuristic AU (Part 1) - Cherik
Chapter summary: Layers of camouflage, misdirection, charms and etiquettes composed the Charles that the world knew - that Erik knew. They were in for a rude awakening.
‘That’s crossing a line, Jean,’ Charles hisses over the desk phone.
‘The line was crossed a long time ago, Charles,’ Jean says over the speaker, ‘I’m just making sure it doesn’t happen again.’
‘We can’t make this personal. That is not how the departmen-’
‘To hell with the department.’ Jean shouts. The steel in her voice echoes off the walls of the empty bullpen and reverberates around the dark and cold office. ‘He made it personal for me the day he shot Scott. Should I wait for the day Detective Summers or any other member of my team are on their deathbeds to act, Charles?’
‘Jean, We don’t know if Lehnsherr was involved-’
Jean snorts derisively. ‘Oh, you and I both know it’s Lehnsherr’s men who shot my husband, Charles.’
‘But that-’
‘I don’t want to hear anything else,’ Jean cuts him off, ‘Everyone has a weakness, Xavier. All you need to do is find Lehnsherr’s. A trade deal, a family member, an ex-lover; anything. This time I’m going to be the one to hit him where it hurts. And if I have to break a few protocols to get him behind bars, then I’ll happily do it.’ She pauses. ‘I brought you back for a reason, Detective Xavier, and I expect you to perform your duty. That’s an order.’
The line goes dead before Charles opens his mouth to reply– not that there was anything he could have said to her either. Her orders were very precise.
Charles sighs and walks from his desk to the opposite end of the bullpen where the entire wall is replaced by clear glass, admitting a spectacular view of Hammer Bay’s skyline. It’s his favourite part of the old and dingy department building. It’s also what he misses most about field work when he’s teaching at the Police Academy. Of all the things that Charles should miss, it’s this view he misses the most.
#the best part of this scene is how absolutely OFFENDED Erik looks #I kind of wonder if he’s like ‘holy shit I had no idea telepaths could do that’ #and then he looks at Charles and it’s almost like he’s like ‘holy shit Charles can you do that’ #and Charles is all ‘shit he found out play it cool bro play it cool’
This fic can be– kind of- sort of– considered as a prequel to
A Cat Named Erik- https://archiveofourown.org/works/15110558
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‘Sir,’ Erik says, ‘You need to come with me right away!’
‘I can’t,’ says blue eyes in a posh British accent— really, nobody’s eyes should be that blue or that piercing even through thick glasses— not pausing in his frantic search.
Erik curses people’s stupidity. To think that whatever they hold on to so dearly– money, pearls, documents, grandmother’s china, whatever they hold on to all their lives– is worth more than their goddam lives.
(Once, a woman had refused to be rescued out of a burning building without her lunch box. A lunch box! Thankfully, the said lunch box had been metal and Erik had been able to fish it out from below the pile of her smoking furniture before rescuing her out of the house. People and their antics. And they call him the dramatic one!)
Any other time, Erik would have gawked at blue-eyes’s swell ass that is put on display as he bends to look under a table, or the way the hem of his overly large sweater slips from his shoulder exposing his freckled skin, or the way it reaches his mid thigh displaying his pale thighs, covering his boxer briefs and giving off the impression that the sweater is the only thing he’s wearing. He doesn’t do any of that now, because, one- Erik’s on duty, and two- they don’t have the fucking time. The only way into the small apartment had been the narrow corridor, and even that is filled with smoke now, leaving the only window on the opposite wall as their point of exit.
‘Sir,’ Erik calls out again, injecting urgency into his voice, hoping that his voice will be carried through the barrier of his gas mask, ‘We really have to get going.’
‘I can’t!’ blue eyes says again turning on his heel to look at Erik. There’s a frantic look in his eyes and Erik wonders how much of it is because of smoke inhalation and how much of it is because of genuine despair over whatever blue eyes isn’t finding. ‘I can’t leave without Matilda!’
Matilda? But Erik doesn’t remember the landlord of the building mentioning a second person in the apartment when he’d given the list of the residents of the building who’d needed to be pulled out. Regardless of the number of people, it’s Erik’s duty to save every one of them.
‘Okay,’ Erik says, moving closer to blue eyes. ‘Where was she when the alarm went off?’
‘She was right here,’ blue eyes points at the couch and bends to look around it. ‘Matilda!’ He shouts into the small apartment, cupping his hands around his mouth. ‘Where are you, darling?’
11. Farm/Ranch AU - Cherik Xavierine, Cherigan?
12. Crime AU - Cherik
13. Rock Band AU - Cherik, Xavierine
14. Vampire AU - Cherik
15. Modern AU - Cherik
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Instead of Role Reversal I went with the option of Modern AU! Thanks to everyone who sent me ideas, and an extra big thanks to @kianspo for the prompt! I hope you don’t mind that I tweaked it a little. :D
(Erik doesn’t keep kosher in this verse. Also CRACK.)
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By the time the appetizers arrive Charles is ready to throw in the towel, and concede that this is in fact, the worst first date he’s ever been on in his entire life.
Strike 1 – His date is handsome, well-bred, fabulously wealthy, and supposedly in the line of succession for the tiny Eastern European nation of Latvia. He is also arrogant, self-important, and loves hearing himself talk, and Charles swears he’s going to murder Reed Richards, who told Charles he knew ‘the perfect person to set you up with to get over your ex’, and that was after talking him into taking over Genetics 101 class for the fall term.
Murder.
Strike 2 – They’re at his favorite restaurant, or the one that used to be his and Erik’s favorite place to go, a charming little Italian trattoria with the best panna cotta in all of Manhattan. Victor had taken one look at the homey, down-to-earth décor and snorted, and offered to get them reservations elsewhere, guaranteed to have much better food and service.
Charles had to refrain from braining the man with his menu.
Worse is the fact that not ten minutes after they’re seated, Charles spies Erik arriving with Moira for dinner, with the owner greeting them warmly and placing them at a table much too close for comfort. He manages a half smile, half grimace when Erik and Moira wave at him, though thankfully (or rather not, since it might actually improve the evening to have his ex and his best friend interrupt his blind date) they choose not to make their way over for an awkward introduction.
He thinks it’s entirely unfair that he’d much rather be over at their table, drinking wine and laughing about Erik’s minions or Moira’s cases, than being stuck here listening to Dr. Boring go on and on and on about his giant castle and his super-duper secret important research…
Strike 3 comes just after the main course, when the nervous young man at the next table pops the question to his unsuspecting companion. Between the lovely (if overly saccharine) vows of adoration, the enthusiastic applause by the other diners and some rather overt eye rolling by his own snobby date, Charles is ready to skip dessert and call it a night – preferably with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ‘Chip Happens’ in front of the TV.
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