#finally managed to write something

[edyluewho]

[iamaslutforjatp]

Wash It All Away

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82810871

Rating: General Audiences

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Chris Argent/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Peter Hale, Established Chris Argent/Stiles Stilinski, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Emphasis on the Comfort, Chris Argent Takes Care of Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Takes Care of Peter Hale, Hurt Peter Hale, Peter Hale Deserves Nice Things, Bathing/Washing, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Non-Sexual Nudity, set vaguely post-canon in that stiles is now in college

Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 3,950

Summary:

Peter gets injured during a fight and Chris and Stiles take him home. Peter doesn't understand why they're so upset, or why they won't stop looking after him.

Written for @stetopher-weeks Stetopher Week 2026 (Spring Edition) - Day 4 prompt: Penthouse

[glitch-in-the-code]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Invisigal didn’t know how nobody else noticed the guy looking down at them from the top floor window but she wasn’t risking him disappearing. She took a deep breath, turned invisible, and legged it up the stairs.

[hadeswritesthings]

My mind all day yesterday: Only ideas, no writing

My mind literally 10 minutes before I wanted to go to sleep (early! for once): But wouldn't it be perfect to write this? I even have two pages ready! Just ignore sleep for a bit.

[pullakori]

Cherik week 2023

Day 4. Protective Erik

It’s been a year since Charles followed Erik to Genosha and started living in there. The change wasn’t an easy one, but slowly the island started to feel like a home and its residents like a family. Old sorrow and guilt still followed him, but they were not as consuming as they had been right after… Well, a year ago.

Charles sipped his tea, enjoying the morning sun on his face. It seemed like it was going to be another beautiful day in the paradise, no need to ruin the otherwise beautiful day with such gloomy thoughts.

“What would you like to do today?” Erik asked him from the other side of the table. Most days he would already be working on some project on the island, but today he had decided to take a day off and that meant that they could spend the whole day together.

“We could visit the beach, return through the market and make dinner together.” Charles mused, turning to look at Erik, who was smiling at him.

“How domestic.” He teased, but continued before Charles had an opportunity to quip anything back. “Chess after dinner?”

“Naturally.” Charles replied.

Domestic. That was possibly the best way to describe their situation. They lived together and there was certainly something more between them, but neither of them had had the courage to approach it, too cautious of what it could do to the serenity they had managed to find.

As it turned out, the faith of their found peace was not in their hands at all.

It started with a knock on the door and a concerned mind on the other side of it.

“Magneto! Magneto there is a helicopter flying towards the island!” The voice was clear, as it carried through the open window and after a quick shared glance with Charles, Erik stood up and hurried to open the door. On the other side was distressed looking Corina, who was clearly trying to catch her breath.

“Where?” Erik asked, straight to the point while Charles wheeled himself to the door too.

“From the North-West.” Corina panted and pointed towards the right direction. “I saw them while I was practising my flying. I don’t think it will take long for them to reach us.”

“Were you able to identify it?”

“Nothing specific, but it looked military.”

“We’ll be ready. Find Panic so he can sound the alarm. There might be only one, but I rather not take any risks.” Erik ordered and with a nod, Corina took few running steps and jumped, flapping her seagull like wings and flew away.

“Charles, are you able to reach their minds?” Erik turned to Charles.

“I should be, if they are not that far away.” Charles said and closed his eyes, so he could focus his powers, sending tendrils of it out to scan the ocean area. He tried to find sparks of any kind of minds, but he found strange voids instead. They were familiar, reminding him of Erik’s old helmet. They were closing in on the island fast. “They are blocking me somehow.” Charles said aloud, and the grim look on Erik’s face mirrored his own thoughts. This wasn’t good.

The sound of Panic’s warning scream echoed through the air, telling everyone on the island to be prepared and soon after, the sound of helicopter propellers grew louder and louder.

“You should stay inside, Charles.” Erik told him as he stepped out himself, turning to look from the sky to Charles. But the telepath was having none of that.

“I’ll just stay near you.” He said, following Erik outside and meeting his eyes, making it clear, that he would not be hiding away.

Not that he would have time for that, as the helicopter appeared over them, landing on the clearing in front of Erik’s home. Other mutants had gathered around too, waiting for what was going to happen.

‘Do you think they know where you live, or was this just a coincidence?’

‘Oh, I’m sure they know.’ The distaste in Erik’s thoughts was clear. From the helicopter, soldiers hurried down a ramp, helmets on their heads and guns in hands. ‘Plastic.’ Erik’s mind stated.

‘That might become a problem.’ This whole thing seemed to become more concerning every second.

‘Luckily the copter isn’t.’ Charles did his best to suppress his smirk, but didn’t quite manage.

The tension in the air grew as the last person came out of the copter, better dressed, clearly in charge. Erik took a step forward and Charles followed him, staying by his friend’s side.

“Why have you come here?” Erik asked the man with an authoritative tone, speaking loudly so his voice carried through the whole clearing.

“We are not here because of you Magneto. No need to stir any trouble.” The man answered, stopping in front of his men.

“You are the ones who barged to my home with guns.” Erik stated, not impressed by the man’s attempt to be pleasant. “So I ask again, why are you here?” The man shook his head, before his gaze turned to Charles.

“Mr. Charles Xavier.” It wasn’t a question, he knew exactly who Charles was.

“Yes?” The helmet made it impossible for the telepath to get a reading from the man, but even though his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, his attention made Charles feel unnerved. Like he was a fly trapped in the spider’s web, about to be killed. The man’s next words only made the feeling stronger.

“You have been found guilty for treason and we are here to take you back to the Stares.”

Charles was certain that the time froze for a few minutes, no one moved, no one said anything, even the noises of the island nature seemed to fade away.

“Excuse me?” Charles was proud how steady his voice came out, even though he felt shaken to his core. Treason? What the hell were they talking about? But the man wasn’t about to explain himself.

“This doesn’t need to be difficult. Just come with us, and there will be no reason for use to use any force.” He gave a small hand signal, and the soldiers raised their weapons. Not only at Charles and Erik, but the other mutants as well. Charles could see the bloodshed that would follow, if he didn’t do as the man wanted. And too much blood had already been spilled because of him.

He was about to move forward, but Erik beat him to it, stepping in front of him.

“You are not taking him anywhere.” Erik stood there arms crossed, unmoving and shielding Charles from the soldiers.

‘Erik…’ Charles felt frozen, he wanted to move, to tell Erik to stand down, but he couldn’t.

“What a shame.” The man said, his voice barely reaching Charles’ ears.

It was over in a matter of seconds. There was the sound of gunfire, shouting, groaning of metal and chaos of fighting, before suddenly, it was quiet again. The man and his soldiers were lying on the ground, blood staining the ground. Few mutants had been hurt too, three dead. Because of him.

“They’ll be back.” Charles managed to find his voice all the while his mind was running wild. He had to get away from Genosha, away from anyone who could be hurt because of this.

“And we will be ready.” Erik’s words snapped Charles back from his thoughts. Erik was still standing in front of him and was examining Charles for any injuries. There were none, at least Charles didn’t think so. Erik on the other hand had gotten a shallow wound to his cheek, but otherwise seemed to have escaped without further injury. Against all the odds. The thought chilled Charles from the inside. Erik could have died.

“I can’t ask you to risk your life for me.” Charles told Erik, taking a hold of his arm. The last thing he wanted was to put the lives of the Genoshans in danger, least of all Erik’s.

Erik held his gaze, and for a moment it felt like he was the telepath instead of Charles, like he could see through all Charles’ masks right in to his heart. But maybe that had been the case through all their relationship. Erik moved down so they were looking eye to eye, before he took hold of Charles’ shoulders, his left hand resting where shoulder met the neck, stroking the spot there with his thumb.

“You don’t have to ask.”

[mayying]

Things done and to be done

I’ve lived on building rooftops,

I’ve lived in underground tunnels.

I’ve touched ice colder than dead eyes,

I’ve touched fire fiercer than a lion’s heart.

I’ve sang to open waters choppier than a drum solo,

I’ve sang to flower fields prettier than your first baby girl.

I’ve felt colours rush through my veins like gale force winds in a tundra and I’ve witnessed stars frolic like prima donnas over the canvas of the night sky.

And I’ve felt life pulsing from the quietest desserts like a hand squeezing my heart right from inside my chest.

But of everything I’ve done, I’ve yet to hold someone’s heart in my own.

I’ve yet to melt like sugar cubes into someone’s coffee coloured eyes.

I’ve yet to fall into the canopy of someone’s sheets, on rainy nights and hazy mornings.

I’ve yet to dive into someone’s 2am thoughts to find their own lost city of Atlantis.

I’ve yet to pray to someone’s holy palms like the most passionate devotee.

I’ve yet to jive to the rhythm of someone’s heartbeat and waltz to the rising and falling of their chest.

I’ve yet to kiss like galaxies colliding, splattering stars into empty skies, illuminating the way for lost travellers.

I’ve yet to let my heart spill into someone, trusting that they lay them in the chapel of their own heart.

And of everything I’ve yet to do,

I’ve still yet to sweep out the ashes of last year’s dead flame.