helens78:

imagineyourotp:

Imagine your person A of your otp raiding person B’s underwear drawer.

“You’re not out of underwear again,” Charles says irritably, pushing up on his elbows. Erik’s going through his drawer, and all right, technically they do wear the same size boxers, but…

aria-the-apple:

codenamecesare:

helens78:

i-boudicca-i:

codenamecesare:

Regeneration only James McAvoy (by maytaya)

NOOOOOOOooooooooooo bb!James nooooo this is awful

He’s in this for 10 seconds in silhouette and says about six words, but omg I REALLY NEED A FIXIT FOR THIS ;______________;

they tie him to a pole and leave him nono no whyyy

That’s no way to treat a bb!James!  They require snuggles, and fluffling of hair.

The young man is barely conscious by the time Erik gets to him.  Erik’s heart pounds with fear; he came as quickly as he could, the collective memories of everyone from all the different timelines said this was the moment to find Charles Xavier and bring him back to safety, but Xavier looks pale and broken, his breath shallow, his body slumped to the side.

When Erik slices through the rope binding him, Xavier’s arms fall loosely to the ground, and he pitches over into Erik’s lap, moaning.

«Charles,» Erik thinks at him, projecting the way he’s been taught.  «Charles, I’m here.  You’re safe.  No one is ever going to hurt you again.»

Weakly, Xavier clutches at him.  «I couldn’t stop them,» flares into Erik’s mind.  «I tried.  They were ready, somehow, I couldn’t make them stop, they knew what I was, don’t hurt me, please, I don’t want to die here…»

Erik scoops Charles up in his arms.  He’s so light, so thin— but this is the man that the future believes can save them all.  «You won’t,» Erik thinks.  «I have you now.  You’re coming with me.»

Xavier presses his face against Erik’s chest, one arm slipping around Erik’s neck.  «Anywhere but here.  Please, Erik.»

Erik startles a bit, but he’s known all along that Xavier was a telepath; it’s no surprise that he’s pulled Erik’s name from him.

«You’re safe now,» he promises Charles.  «Safe with me.  Safe to be who you are.»

He presses against the Earth, this part easy and familiar, and uses the Earth’s magnetic fields to lift up into the air.

ETA: Crossposted and expanded on AO3.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥!

I fucking love this fandom.

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shaliara:

X-Men Reverse Bang Challenge - Art Masterpost - Prompt #1044

You and I - written bylittle_werewolf (AKA Moonygarou)

Charles/Erik - PG-13 - ~10K words

Life is a series of pulls back and forth… A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. Most of us live somewhere in the middle. A wrestling match…Which side win? Love wins. Love always wins - Mitch Albom

AT LAST! I maaade it, LOL.

Go read it, guys! :D I want to thank everyone who had borne with me these past months moaning over this and your opinions and mails and chats. Because that thing of drawing with a deadline is something I find difficult xD. And of course lots of thanks to Moony for choosing it, written it, and being such a good pal in this journey <3

Hope you all like the results!

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palalife:

sharkweekhomes:

palalife:

X-Men Reverse Bang Prompt # 1023

After finding out he doesn’t going to live long, Erik decided to do things he wanted to do but didn’t have the courage to—including asking his crush out for a date—a stranger who he saw everyday commuting. He didn’t know they would actually be together. Any details up to writers. Prefer good ending: so Erik was mistaken in the beginning.

One of my xmrb prompts! :) 

Unfortunately my writer went MIA in the beginning, so there’s only art here.  Got in contact with her! :) 

I’ve never done this before, so pardon me if it’s not that great. This sort of relates to the plot, but more like years later. 

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On Charles’s office desk at school, there is a little jar with a preserved lump of flesh in it. Students pass it by with disgust or curiosity, never asking about it. There’s a label on it proclaiming that it came from one “Lehnsherr, Erik” a few years ago, but other than that there’s no clue as to what it is exactly or who the man is came from could be. Some speculate a step-brother, or uncle, or maybe even their professor’s best friend, but no one is willing to seek out the information. For one, Charles is only personal about his former students and his baby sister. They know that his sister is “sort of” dating an alumni, and there’s no Erik Lehnsherr in any of the yearbooks. In the years since it showed up on his desk, people have passed it by in wonder, forming theories and making up a story about it. A few medical students classify it as some sort of brain tumor, and the stories get wilder and wilder.

Charles clears it up on a Friday afternoon. It was his last class of the day, and  Valentines day to boot. He knew that many of his students skipped for dinner dates and movies, finding his room half full. Most of his favorites are were, including Kitty Pryde and Cassie Lang, putting him a little more at ease. The jar was in his hand, carefully set onto the podium as the class started. “Today we’re going to talk about a different sort of mutation. It’s related to genetics, as tumors usually are, but brain cancer can affect even the most healthy of people.” He started his lesson off with a slide, as usual.

The students listened attentively as he spoke, jotting down notes and watching him tap the little jar every so often. Notes were passed as the time started to go by, and once class was half over, they noticed their Professor walk to the far end of the room to grab a waist coat and jacket. They matched his suit pants, and it garnered a few giggles. Their professor was going on a date after his lecture, which would have been even more amusing if a note hadn’t gone around that he might be visiting whomever the tumor belonged to. The atmosphere in the room seemed to change after that, even as they watched him smile fondly at the jar and straighten his tie.

“That’s all the lecture I have today,” he announced, nearly a half an hour left to the class. Nobody moved, watching him start to pack up. From the back of the class, someone spoke up.

“Professor Xavier, what happened to Erik? Who was he?” Charles glanced up from his paperwork, smiling shyly and closing his breifcase. He pulled up his chair to sit in front of the class, folding his hands on his lap. 

“Erik Lehnsherr is the name of my partner. We’re both far too old for the term ‘boyfriends,’ I suppose. As you all have guessed, this is his. He’s an athletic man, tall and lean, jogged the same route every day for a year before work, save for three or so days. Changed those habits once the cancer was found. Hardly smoked a day in his life, rarely drank until he was diagnosed.” He held the little jar to the light, looking it over again. “He was from Germany, moved here at twenty five to support his mother as an engineer. She passed away battling cancer, the same affliction as he son. Erik’s the love of my life, the only person aside from Raven who matters so much. I watched him jog his route every day before he knew, and then he stopped for three days. The morning he returned, he got up earlier so he could go to Hank’s to get a dozen roses, then jogged all the way to the park where we’d see one another. I’ll never forget how he asked me out.” Charles chuckled, still smiling to the jar. “‘Excuse me, I’m going to die soon and I really like you. Would you go out on a date with me?’ Not the smoothest way I’d ever been asked out, and for a moment I thought he was joking, but he was entirely honest with me. We ended up spending the whole day together, talking about books and chess and our childhoods. It was almost an instant connection.” There were a couple of sniffles from various students, all assuming the same thing.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Professor,” Kitty spoke, her voice cracking a little. At that, Charles looked quite alarmed.

“Loss? Oh no, you mustn’t assume. Erik is very much alive. He has his days, and he had hs days before and after the surgery, but he does well. He only changed his jogging route to accomodate for my inferior skill, and while he used to get terrible headaches and still has his moments of irritablity, I assure you that he’s still with us.” The class all stared, dumfounded by this new information. Their professor was keeping his still living boyfriend’s three year old brain tumor on his desk as if it were a treasured keepsake.

“But…why?”

“Well, it’s simple, you see. Were it not for this cluster of mutated cells, Erik and I would never be together. He has no one else, and he didn’t want to be alone while going through this. His high chance of dying from a rare tumor that usually presents itself in children gave him that little bit of courage he needed to break away from the monotany of a life of work and get a little more social. I admit, it’s a little bit morbid, but it brought us together. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I’ve just gotten a text from the man in question and we’ve got a reservation to make. I’ll see you all on Monday.” Charles picked up his things and strolled out of the room, leaving his students befuddled. Erik waited for him by his car, dressed in a sleek black suit and silver tie. 

“How was class today?”

“Wonderful.”

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adfj;dsklfj I just really adore your art and wanted to write something for it 

Belated reblog! AHHHHHH thank you for the one shot!!! TvT! This is wonderful!!!! <3<3

Keeping the tumor-in-the-jar on the desk is……so Charles lol

Summary: 

Erik is five when he first sees Charles.

It’s days later when he realizes he’s the only one who can see Charles.

The kids at school tease him for being a baby, and his foster parents think he’s crazy. But Erik doesn’t care if Charles is imaginary—he’s his only friend.

But will that change as they get older?

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Read it here.

loveydoveyecstasy:

Erik is at the airport when his attention is caught by a young man blowing a kiss from over the railing of the floor above him. At first he thinks the kiss is for him, but he then realizes it’s for some other dude behind him. Erik sees Charles’ boyfriend with someone else hanging off his arm. Erik finds Charles crying in the men’s room.

Really adorable little fill. You should go read it.