#implied cherik

[uniquecellest]

Brotherhood!Morph

Morph: Fire Creed

Logan: What?

Morph: He is no longer your nemesis. I am.

Logan; I'm not fighting you Morph.

Morph: *turns into Erik*

Morph: You don't have a choice

Logan: !?!?!

Morph: *magnetizes him to the wall*

Logan: HEY!

Morph: *turns back into Morph*

Morph: *grabs Logan's face and kisses him*

Logan: 😮😳🫪🥴

Erik:

Erik:

Erik: I don't know WHERE they would get that idea.

Erik: No idea at all.......

Charles: Erik, my dearest, may I have a word with you, NOW

[carnivorachiroptera]

What if Charles tried to proposition to Logan somewhere in DOFP but Logan turned him down saying that, well, he could fuck him. of course, but it wouldn't help Charles or even make him feel good because it's not Logan that he really wanted.

[illeagal-alien]

My X-Men hyperfixation is back, which is unfortunate for those who know me. also i am implying Cherik here teehee

[gerec]

The time to ask for rare pairs? Like... Charpocalypse? It's been super hard to choose one prompt (I've rewritten this ask three times lol) but maybe some vampire!En Sabah Nur? (though honestly I'd love any charpocalypse in any AU ;) ).

I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to give you a bit of En Sabah Nur as Akasha and Charles as the indomitable Lestat de Lioncourt..that’s right, you’re getting a ‘Queen of the Damned’ au lol. Hope you like it!

(Btw it’s been a LONG time since I read the Vampire Chronicles so the details are a bit fuzzy. Let’s just say this is ‘inspired by’ okay? :D)

King of the Damned

He returns to his bed with the imminent rising of the sun, falling back onto the luxurious bedding with a satisfied chuckle. The rhythmic beat of the music still reverberates in his ears; the ruckus cheers of the adoring crowd still pumping the stolen blood through his veins. Charles revels in the mindless adulation of the masses, once the exclusive domain of kings and gods; now they worship him with the same ceaseless passion and fervor, a vampire and a rock star, knowing nothing of the evil they embrace with open arms.

His limbs grow heavy, as thin strips of light begin to steal around the curtain’s edge; not enough to harm someone as old and as powerful as Charles Francis Xavier. He fears nothing here in his lavish mansion by the sea, living the life of the famous and the idle rich - the Brat Prince, who has died twice already and been reborn. 

The Vampire Charles who drank from a god, and lived to tell the tale.

Idly, his thoughts drift to the others, wondering where they are; if perhaps they’d watched his glorious debut and heard his siren’s song. Raven, who loved him, but eschewed humans and vampires alike, preferring only the company of nature’s savage beauty…

…and Erik, his sweet, mournful Erik, who wanted death but yet lived on, wearing his guilt and self loathing for centuries like a suit of armor.

They are not here, a voice answers unexpectedly, like a gentle caress; warm and seductive and so achingly familiar. It’s a voice that beckons through four millenia of human history, a promise of wisdom and love and purpose…a voice he last heard two hundred years ago, when Charles woke a god from his endless slumber. 

I heard your song, Charles…you woke me from my eternal sleep. 

Why are you here? he asks, struggling vainly now to stay awake against the rising dawn. What do you want?   

I come for you, my child, the voice says as the windows to his bedroom shatter inwards with the force of a storm, revealing the pink rays of light just starting to appear over the horizon. He finds himself lifted easily, if carefully off the bed, and then he’s soaring up into the sky and away from the sun, flying higher and higher towards the disappearing dark.

You will be mine, Charles, and you will be powerful. And together, we are going to remake the world.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Natasha is a princess who is being forced to marry, so she is going through possible suitors)

Pepper: Charles Xavier of London. Plays the harp. No title, but good family.

Wanda: What about the title "husband?"

Natasha: Yeah, he's cute.

Clint: His boyfriend thinks he's handsome, also.

Natasha & Wanda: Right on.

[gayist-nb]

lora's diary, an x-men fic

Part one

I picked up the book, on the front in neat handwriting it says

Lora’s diary 

October 15th, 1953

Wow, i knew lolo was old but i didnt think she was that old. 

The man called Erik gave me this to help me process all of my feelings on what has happened to me. I don't see the point but I guess it's worth a shot.

My name is Lora, on March 15 1952 I discovered that I had control over plants. A dog tried to bite me while I was gardening and suddenly I was in a cocoon of rose vines. My parents saw this and that night my mother told me that my father planned on killing me. “lora, while I do not like that my little girl turned into some sort of witch, I will not just sit idly by and watch her die. Run tonight and never look back.” And so I did, but I didn't get far. One of the neighbors must have seen what happened and called someone because after about a day of walking strange men in tactical gear drugged me. The next thing I knew I was in a strange laboratory being experimented on. 

I was in that lab for the better part of a year, until one day the experiments worked. Somehow they had managed to turn my entire body into plant matter, I could manipulate my entire body, reshaping and regrowing limbs at will, the only downside being I can no longer age and I look… off. My skin is waxy like flower petals, my hair has turned into red grass, stamen now floats as a strange approximation of eyes. From what I can tell, my organs are still the same, somehow I have plant versions of all of my cells. I can still eat and digest but don't need to anymore. 

Those scientists were not very smart. After gaining these abilities I was able to escape the laboratory and I was found by two men, Charles and Erik. They told me they are working to make people like us equal to everyone else, so that nobody ever has to go through what I did. I really want to trust them. 

Signed 

Lora

She’s told me most of this, the pysical descripltion is very acutate. 

November 30th 1953 

Charles and Erik have legally adopted me so that I never have to go back to my biological parents. 

We did not celebrate thanksgiving, neither of them are american and charles told me about how the original collinists treated the people that lived here long before them. 

Erik is jewish so tomorrow we are going to start celebrating Hanukkah, I am excited. 

A very exited 

Lora

(fluff)

June 23rd 1956 

Charles and Erik have been fighting over how to help mutants, Erik wants to fight them head on and make them respect us, Charles wants to appeal to their emotions and reason with them. I agree with Erik. 

I am worried that he is going to leave me. I would miss him. 

Concerned 

Lora 

September 2nd 1956

Erik left today

I tried to come with him but he wouldn't let me.

The next page has widows tears press neatly, she must have saved them.

September 7th 1956

Five days ago Erik left, this is how it went.

I found him in the front lawn with his bags packed, I was holding my backpack full of clothes. He looked at me, there was sadness in his eyes, and his voice.

“No lora”

“Erik please, i cant just stay here with charles, if you are leaving to fight i want to come with you!”

“You are still a child, I can't bring you into this conflict.”

“Ive been sixteen for four years! I am an adult. Please erik” i felt like i was going to cry

“No, you should be protected from this fight, I have told Charles not to involve you either. I trust you will keep yourself safe for me.”

At this point I was staring at the ground, widows tears falling uncontrollably. 

“Once we are safe i will come back for you.” he promised

Quietly i replied “please, just don't forget about me.”

He chuckled sadly “i could never kleine Blume”

I sat in my room for a long time after that. I know he is doing what is right. I just wish I could be there with him.

I'll miss him. 

Lora

I didnt know

[eameschairs]

sorry for drawing more post dark phoenix genosha stuff it will happen again

[pullakori]

Febuwhump

Day 22: Restrained (Sequel to day 8 and 19)

restrain /rɪˈstreɪn/ verb prevent (someone or something) from doing something; keep under control or within limits.

After being rescued Charles had had not a one moment alone. If he wasn’t teaching a class, someone was always there, most often either Erik, Raven or Hank, following him with a thinly vailed excuse no matter where in the school he went. They were worried, Charles couldn’t really blame them. His telepathy still didn’t work because of the implant that had been put in his brain and after being held a prisoner for so long his mental state wasn’t what it used to be either. But their behaviour still drove him slightly crazy and at one point he finally snapped at them, demanding to be left alone at least for a one afternoon.

He should have been careful of what he wished for.

“You’ve been avoiding me Charles.” Blackbourne greeted him after closing the door of the library where Charles was sitting in front of the fireplace. “Whatever gave you that idea?” He snarled, watching the other man closely as he approached. He had cleaned up since the facility, his hair was short and his beard trimmed. He was wearing a suit that he somehow was able to make look casual. A perfectly honourable man. Charles hated him. “Don’t be like that Charles. You make an awful example for your students holding grudges like that. I already apologised.” His tone was polite as ever and it only caused Charles hate him even more. “You’re full of shit and you know it.” He seethed. The apology had taken place week after the rescue and it had only been a show for the others. For them, Blackbourne was as much of a victim of the humans as Charles was and not the biggest reason why Charles couldn’t sleep at night. He had tried to tell them, several times, but he had still been out of it back then and all the while the doctor was able to fill their minds with lies, making it impossible for Charles to make them understand. “Why don’t you go and tell Erik what you actually did and let’s see what he thinks of your apology.” “Ah, yes, Erik.” Blackbourne’s almost spat out the other man’s name. “He doesn’t stray far away from you, does he?” He had finally made it in front of Charles, who refused to back away, refused to show how uneasy the man’s presence still made him.

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The way you two behave when you’re together.” Blackbourne continued and Charles felt a chill run through his spine. He had to swallow before he was able to talk. “And what about it?” He asked and couldn’t stop a small flinch when the other man leaned down, holding his hands on the armrests of Charles’ wheelchair, trapping Charles’ hands there. Their faces were inches away from each other and the other’s eyes seemed almost black in the low light of the room. “I’d encourage you to put some space between you two. For his health’s sake.” The man said softly and Charles eyes widened at the implication. “You wouldn’t dare-“ He didn’t make it further when Blackbourne’s other had gripped his cheeks hard. “Oh but I would.” He promised, bringing their faces even close together. “Don’t forget Charles, you are mine. And I don’t intend to share.” He let go and moved his hand over Charles’ chest, right where his heart was beating fast. Charles imagined that it was trying to get away from the other man’s touch. “There is no way you would get away with hurting him.” Charles managed to say, but the words were as shaky as he felt. “We both know that I can be very creative.” The other’s voice was heavy with implications as he spoke next to Charles ear, so close that his breath tickled his skin and made Charles shut his eyes tightly. “And while I have not been here for long, I have managed to gain your dear Erik’s trust, among the others’. I’m exactly where I need to be.” He continued and pressed a kiss against Charles’ temple, making his stomach twist. He was going to be sick.

And with that, Charles heard Blackbourne straighten and take a step back, but he still couldn’t open his eyes. “I encourage you to warm up to me soon, Charles, before my patience runs out.” The doctor warned him, his voice moving away until there was a sound of the library door opening and closing. Only then, Charles was able to open his eyes. His breathing was shaky and uneven and there was a static sound in his ears, his hands were withe from the grip he had on his armrests. There was no way out of this, he realized, tears gathering in his eyes. He was completely trapped…