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I made a thing! This is my first time participating in something like this so hopefully I did it right @house-of-dadneto
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Erik finds Peter wearing one of his coats.
For House of Dadneto 2026 --- Prompt: Borrowed Clothing
Congratulations @sunsetuniverse on completing the House of Dadnto 2025! 🎉✨
This artwork is a reward for your incredible brainrot, completing all 30 prompts last year through beautiful fics and edits. We hope you had fun during the event and we wish you all the best in your future dadneto endeavours!
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“I didn’t think you’d come,” Peter finally whispers, and Peter doesn’t mean to say it—doesn’t even remember thinking it—but it’s the truth nonetheless. A wave of hurt flashes over Erik’s eyes. “Why wouldn’t I?” Peter opens his mouth, but for once can’t really find anything to say. Why was Erik acting like this? Peter had said such cruel things and now he was acting as if nothing had happened. “I thought… I thought you hated me.”
I love this one dearly!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63276865
I wrote a little fluff fic inspired by this painted nails Gambit by @overh0l !
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon Additional Tags: Toussaint (The Witcher), Getting Together, Threesome - F/M/M, Mutual Pining, Emotional Baggage, Miscommunication, Corvo Bianco (The Witcher) Summary:
“Your precious bard,” Yennefer said to Geralt, enunciating each word, “has been two breaths from dropping his trousers for you since the moment I met him. I always knew he’d been pining for you. I didn’t know until today that you’d been pining for him.”
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when you encourage your husband to fuck his boyfriend and then realize he’s your boyfriend too
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 2 is up! Ft. more Mira struggles
Tangled
☆Paring: Rumi x Zoey x Mira
☆Tags: fluff, cuddle party, just a ton of fluff
☆Sum Sum: uhhh cuddle party with the gangy once again
☆Word count: 0.4k
☆Note: uhhh hate school and also it’s my birthday coming soon, very excited and stuff
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Rumi wakes to warmth pressed against every side.
The couch is too small for three people, but that’s never stopped them. Zoey’s legs are draped over her waist, Mira’s arm hooked tight around her middle, the blanket barely hanging on at the edges.
The room feels slow. Outside, the sky hasn’t fully decided if it’s morning yet. The TV glows faint blue in the corner, its sound long gone.
Zoey’s breath moves against Rumi’s throat. Mira’s exhale brushes the back of her neck. Their breathing folds into hers, steady and quiet. Rumi lets herself match them without thinking.
She doesn’t want to move.
Zoey stirs first, lashes fluttering. She blinks sleep from her eyes, cheek warm against Rumi’s collarbone.
“You’re awake,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” Rumi’s voice comes out low. She slides her hand along Zoey’s back in lazy strokes. “You drooled on me.”
Zoey’s mouth curves. She doesn’t deny it—just presses closer, laughing softly against Rumi’s skin. “M’comfy.”
Behind her, Mira lets out a tired grunt. Her arm tightens around Rumi’s waist, no hesitation. “Both of you talk too much,” she mutters, voice rough with sleep.
Rumi shifts enough to glance back. Mira’s eyes are half-lidded, her usual sharpness dulled by the hour. Her hand stays where it is, sure and unmoving.
“You love it,” Zoey mumbles.
Mira doesn’t bother answering, but her grip doesn’t ease either.
Rumi exhales. Their warmth seeps into her skin, into the space between her ribs. The weight against her chest feels good—real.
She tilts her head down and brushes a kiss against Zoey’s forehead. Zoey releases a small breath that melts against her skin. Mira makes a low sound behind her, soft and easy. Rumi turns just enough to press a second kiss to Mira’s temple.
Mira hums in response, too tired to hide it.
“Don’t wanna get up,” Zoey whispers, fingers curling in Rumi’s shirt.
“Then don’t,” Mira answers without opening her eyes.
Rumi closes hers. Zoey’s heartbeat thuds gently against her ribs. Mira’s pulse warms the back of her neck. The air smells faintly like strawberry shampoo and coffee, and somewhere between the three of them, their hands are tangled in a knot she doesn’t want to untie.
Outside, the world is waiting. But here—here is soft, and quiet, and theirs.
Rumi sinks into their weight, into the way everything fits without trying.
“Stay like this a little longer,” she whispers.
Mira hums. Zoey nods against her chest.
So they stay.
I've got plenty of Other thoughts about them too but there's something specific about Rumi and Mira and nonsexual, extended touch. Zoey has the energy, she's all peppered kisses and spun sugar and leaning and flitting contact and Rumi loves it, it's one of the ways the animal starving for touch inside her is placated, but Mira. Intentional, deliberate Mira.
Mira will lie with Rumi for hours, after Zoey has fallen asleep beside them with her phone still lit up with the videos playing into her headphones, and Mira will just touch. Every glimmering line, a slow and unhurried finger or palm. Mapping Rumi. Learning her. The hollows of her elbows, the softness of the insides of her wrists.
The three of them run on another level from anyone else they'll likely ever meet. They're the only ones who can keep up with each other. Their bodies have all known the same life and path for years. The same steps to the same dances, three voices of one song, and three stars in the same orbit. They are in many ways three parts of one whole, but the tangible differences, the physical, are the most obvious - and the most novel.
Sometimes it makes Rumi fall apart, the soft swipe of fingertips on the inside of her knee, the divot of her hip, but just as often it makes her fall asleep. Limbs bared, patterns shining a languid, rolling opalescent in a way they only do when they're just like this. Decades of rigid self control and quieting her mind have made her oddly the one of them the most successful at meditation (though they are all capable) but to have the pressure of Zoey's warm body pressed against her hip on one side and Mira's legs anchoring and tangled in hers, Mira's nails dragging softly along the marks Rumi hid from them for so long. Drifting to the familiar, newly sharpened smells of their shampoo and sweat, the way their pillows never have enough time to take on just one scent anymore.
And Mira getting all the time in the world to just drink them in with her eyes, her fingertips. Her family, properly together and under her watch in their home. The world has its claim to a version of them, but some moments are just for them. The singular them.
And these, when the others are asleep and the same darkness that Mira used to rely on to hide her from the sight of people who couldn't be bothered to look for her in the first place wraps around the three of them like arms around shoulders... Well. Those moments are just for her.
Progress on chapter 6 of Promise Ring is going a little slower than I'd like, been busy with IRL stuff and trying not to push myself too hard to write, but here's a little teaser. It's polytrix, of course, but it's also a Rumira moment:
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Charles shifted closer, hand slipping to rest lightly at the small of his back. "May I?" he asked under his breath, not needing to clarify what he meant.
Erik nodded. And Charles leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, soft and warm.
"I'm so proud of you, baby girl," he whispered.
“Baby girl” Cherik fic on ao3
DAY 7: FREE - BUTCH/FEMME
“Do I look ridiculous?”
A distorted picture of her floods into Charlotte’s mind. Too tall, too sharp; making a mockery of the dress with her harsh lines.
Charlotte lifts two fingers to Erika’s temple and brings their minds to connection, leaving her image through Charlotte’s eyes in its place. The wonderful juncture of the soft and the sharp; the lock of hair that kisses her cheekbone, the subtle curve and flourish of her body. She is divine.
The dress is merely an accentuation of something that was there all along.
Charlotte's heart flutters.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful, darling.”
final day of cherik week, and i decided to treat yall and write a full length fic to celebrate, linked above. inspired by this post by @mapofyourstars
i had so much fun with this entire event <33
who do you think suffers more from the feeling of not being good enough for the other? charles or erik?
Oh it's 120% Erik and we all know it. Ofcourse sometimes Charles feels like he could be better when it comes to their relationship, but Erik is deffinetly more insecure about not being good enough in general. The amazing @monaetheworldsdestroyer captured Erik's distress about not feeling educated enough in comparison to Charles in the Highly educated(Just not in the subject you'd like to talk about) fic. Because I see how easy it'd be to feel stupid next to an Oxford graduate. Espiecially when you don't even have middle school education, due to horrors of what Erik had to go through.
Also I believe sometimes he'd feel like his scarred body is too ugly for Charles to see. (My favourite angst headcannon as you can tell) I think it took Erik a looong time to allow Charles to see his body in full view. Obv, they got intimate pretty quick, but it was always in either complete dark or Charles was facedown in pillows. Also one of my alltime fav drabbles The Gift captures the moment where Erik decided to trust Charles with his body, ovestepping his comfort zone in order to give to Charles as much as he recieves from him.
To be Loved is to be Changed - Dadneto Fic
Hello everyone! After four months of writing I am so excited to be sharing with you all my latest fic, centred around the Dark DOFP AU you might have seen me rambling about in previous posts! Thank you so much @it-meant-nothing for encouraging me to write this, and to @lbigreyhound13 @callie-caje and @sunsetuniverse for being amazing besties who kept me sane throughout the process!! I hope you all enjoy!
This fic includes: Non-graphic stitching of a wound, implied experimentation, swearing, severe emotional baggage
✨AO3 LINK✨
Summary:
Erik started to forget that touch could mean something other than suffering. And then Pietro came along, shattering not only his cell but his very reality in the process. A hand on his arm. Another curled up in his hair. A touch that didn’t carry pain, but hope, and freedom, and something that felt dangerously close to safety. Erik’s skin tingled long after Pietro had pulled his hands away, and he realised how deeply he had missed such gentle contact. He learnt very quickly, however, that Pietro did not feel the same. ~~~ Or, Erik is touch starved and Pietro is touch averse, and all the mess that comes with it. (Set in the Dark DOFP timeline)
Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a great day! ✨
-Superherotiger
happy (late) halloween :’) – here’s steve mysteriously turning into a werewolf and landing on bucky’s doorstep! i really wanted to make a cute capwolf au so i teamed up with the lovely @endofadream, and we both whipped up some art and fic!!
READ THE CUTE FIC HERE by @endofadream!!
History In Lieu of Proposal by TriffidsandCuckoos
During the trial of Magneto, Charles Xavier announces that he's married to Erik Lehnsherr. This isn't actually true but they both make a good show of it - for a while.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy Additional Tags: Reconciliation, Vacation, Canon Disabled Character Summary:
Every year, Charles takes a three week vacation from running his school and every year, Erik joins him until it’s time for Charles to return.
This year, Charles hopes he’s not returning alone.
This fic is short but packs the punch of a much longer fic, which is something I really admire because it shows that every word, every line was chosen with care and purpose, which is one of my favorite things about writers ever.
The idea of Charles & Erik coming together every year for a few weeks for a vacation, leaving their baggage (or trying to) at the door, and then having those weeks slowly turn into something that feels more real than the time they spend apart is just so beautiful.
Fave things:
- Erik being the mystery vacation fling to the faculty and students at the school, and Hank being like ‘ugh well whoever it is is at least better than erik -_-’ LMAO
- Erik coming to slowly accept that peace =/= failure
- This line + the water motif: “Or maybe it’s more than that–they met in water, after all, and they parted on a beach.”
This fic hurt me in all the right places, and then kissed it all better <3
Char's Whumptober Wrap-Up
here are all of my whumptober fics in one place! thank you to everyone who followed along with me this month. enjoy <3
you're the beacon / you're the light
Peter is captured and tortured for information about Cerebro. His family comes to his rescue. prompts: search party, team as family
buried alive inside my dreams (but it was all a fake out)
Charles usually sleeps like the dead. Erik doesn't sleep at all. What a pair they make together. prompts: nightmares, "leave the lights on"
all I do is try, try, try
Charles is a grad student. When he burns out during midterms, Erik tries to help with mixed results. prompts: shoulder to cry on, burnout
in the backseat of my body
Erik sees something at the mansion that triggers a dissociative episode. Charles helps ground him again. prompts: voiceless, unhealthy coping mechanisms
the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger
During an argument, Erik injures Charles. prompts: blood trail, wound cleaning, stitches, friendly fire
crawl til dawn (on my hands and knees)
The fight in the submarine goes a bit differently, and more of Erik's past is revealed. prompts: forced choice/public display, passing out (TW: non-con)
my old aches become new again
After the event of DOFP, Logan has to adjust to the chronic pain the adamantium causes him all over again. prompts: reopening wounds, asking for help beta'd by @stinkrat-aleks <3
