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haha bro you fell for my epic prank where i used my body to shield you from a fatal injury so that i could collapse into your arms and be held by you as you push my hair out of my eyes and tell me i'm going to be okay and to just hold on in a panicked voice while i laugh because i'm delirious from blood loss and tell you not to cry, even though we are both very much crying. you got totally tricked dude.
Word count: 13K so far
Main tags: cherik!son reader, Loki x m!reader, academic rivals to lovers, telepath!reader
Summary: Laufeyson’s mind was intricate and full of twists and turns, almost impossible to explore if not delving in, deeply, to the core. Holding an argument with him was just barely scratching the surface of a leaf, when you knew you've got an entire forest.
Any other day, debating with him was pleasurable. Today, you could hear —no, you could feel every word in his head, and everyone else's, all at once—. You actively focused on his voice, loud and clear. Deep and inviting. Defiant.
Hey. Hey Hey guys. I posted chapter 2 out of 3 of the loki x reader academic rivals to lovers. It's on AO3.
If you need more convincing to read it
Links go to AO3. Not posted on Tumblr
Word count: 7.8 K
Summary: Charles and Erik spend all their afternoons in a cafe near college to study together. It was obvious that they would end up doing anything but.
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"I brought us something", he pulled out of his bag a small and flat wooden box, and moved aside the cups and Charles' book. Charles stared at it with curiosity. Opening it, he revealed a miniature sized chess board, with all its pieces carved in a luxurious wood with fine detail. Charles' eyes shone. "You can play with me under one condition".
"And what would that be?".
"You call me Erik".
Charles threw his head back in laughter.
"Alright".
"Do you know how to play?".
"You're about to find out, Erik".
they’re besties they’re worsties their relationship is undefinable they’re coworkers they’re lying to each other they’re gay in love they have 1038430 mental illnesses and are banned from most timelines
Charles, clinking a glass with a spoon: I would like to raise a magnetoast
Erik: not this again
Just posted in AO3 the first chapter of my academic rivals to lovers (Loki x m!reader). Spicying it up: reader is cherik's son. Yewahhhhahaaaa self indulgent fic!!!"!"#$# it's really good I liked writing it btw it's pretty wild. You go insane and read it "#!#!
But to be more of a formal guy in here I'm giving you the summary:
Laufeyson’s mind was intricate and full of twists and turns, almost impossible to explore if not delving in, deeply, to the core. Holding an argument with him was just barely scratching the surface of a leaf, when you knew you've got an entire forest. Any other day, debating with him was pleasurable. Today, you could hear —no, you could feel every word in his head, and everyone else's, all at once—. You actively focused on his voice, loud and clear. Deep and inviting. Defiant.
Convinced you yet???? Come on READ IT you'll like it
Person A: I want to kiss you again is that okay?
Person B: That depends… Are you going to bite me again?
Person A: That was an accident!
Person B: Pity.
I love you angry characters I love you revenge arcs I love you protagonists who kill people and don’t feel bad about it I love you manipulative heroes I love you gray morals I love you terrifying protagonists I love you characters who hold boiling grudges I love you characters who reveal that their perceived harmlessness was just patience the whole time I love you stories about atonement and rage and vengeance that don’t end in forgiveness or guilt I love you stories that explore the healing power of incandescent rage
Pairing(s): Cherik Warnings: Saccharine professions of love 2. Artist’s Muse AU
When Charles arrived in the salon, Erik was already seated at the piano, playing a beautiful piece that he assumed was a new composition. Even before the Xaviers had hired the famous Erik Lehnsherr to be his teacher, Charles had been an ardent admirer, and knew intimately every single one of Erik’s works. This was something entirely new, a slow, haunting melody that seemed to convey passion and yearning in lyrical form. It was a decided contrast to Erik’s other arrangements, more known for strident chords than the romantic notes that seemed to speak directly to Charles’ own longing.
The song ended, and only then did Charles notice the lack of sheet music, and that Erik had played the entire piece from memory. There was a quiet tension that hung in the air, one that made clapping seem entirely inappropriate – not to mention, a most inadequate response. It was music that enraptured and spoke directly to the soul, and a tear slid down Charles’ cheek, so moved was he by the feelings it so eloquently conveyed.
Erik did not turn towards him, looking out the large salon window as he spoke, “What did you think?”
“I think…” Charles brushed the wetness from his cheek, and took a deep breath before he answered. “I think it’s beautiful, Erik. Magnificent. It’s the best thing you’ve ever written.”
Still, he did not look at Charles, though a smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “I was inspired by something…someone, very beautiful.”
A rush of emotion nearly knocked Charles off his feet, for surely Erik did not mean…could not…
“I did not know there was someone who could move you so, my friend.”
Erik turned then, and leveled his steely gaze at Charles as he tried to hide his own flustered reaction. “Did you not, Charles? Have I not made myself clear in these past weeks and months of our acquaintance? How my love is in the air that I breathe and the notes that I play; in every sunrise I see and every taste upon my lips? Or perhaps…it’s simply that he does not feel the same way—”
“No!” Charles blurted, closing the distance between them until he was standing before a still seated Erik. He felt the blush bloom unbecomingly across his cheeks, though Erik’s gaze merely softened as he took up Charles’ hand. “I know. I do. It’s only that—”
“That you are promised to another,” Erik said, and he stood then, so close that Charles thought he might hear the man’s heartbeat. “That your family would never allow you to marry someone not of your station. But that does not change how it is - how it will always be - between us, my love.”
Charles inhaled sharply, and tried to discern Erik’s meaning. For what future could they have if they could not be together?
“I don’t understand.”
Erik smiled, caressing his face gently with his elegant fingers. “I love you, Charles. No matter where you are or who you marry, I will always love you. You are…my Muse, my soul, my everything. When I play the piano; what I write…it will all be for you. Only for you.”
Tears spilled unbidden down his cheeks, though Charles ignored them, and pulled Erik into his arms in a tight embrace. “Oh Erik. I love you too. With all that I am and all that I have. How I wish… I wish…”
Gently, Erik brushed the tears away and whispered, “Tell me what you wish.”
“Kiss me,” Charles said, and closed his eyes.
Ohhohhohohoohhoo I love this 😍 ❤
Where Erik has been convicted for a crime he didn't commit and Charles is the smart-mouthed detective assigned his case.
~1639 words~
Erik was escorted into the investigating room in handcuffs. Metal handcuffs.
He would have already walked out by now if he wasn’t the slightest bit curious as to why he’d been brought here in the first place. He unravelled himself in an uncomfortable plastic chair opposite the viewing window and freed his tie from around his neck, bundling it around his knuckles until they turned white. He kept his expression blank.
A moment later, the door screeched against its hinges as a man in a fairy tale blue vest and white long-sleeved shirt, a bulky folder tucked under his arm, entered the room. The searing lights of the investigation room dyed his hair a honey brown and made his remarkably blue eyes glow like they were charged with electricity. As he extended a hand across the table, introducing himself as, “Detective Investigator Charles Xavier. But I prefer just Charles if it suits you,” the corners of his perfectly curved lips rose for him.
When Erik didn’t take it, the detective twizzled his chair around and dropped down into it as he spread out the contents of the folder across the table. He plucked a pair of glasses from his pocket and propped them on the end of his nose to read over the files.
“Well let’s see. Full name: Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, born, or at least it says here, born January 30th, 1930 in Dusseldorf, Germany.” He tilted his head upright to raise his eyebrows at Erik, who didn’t change his expression.
“Says here you’ve been living here in London however for almost ten years. Seems you’ve got into your fair share of scrapes along the way too. I have to say…” He paused to adjust his reading glasses. “I’m pretty impressed you’ve managed to stay out of the coop for so long given your criminal record.”
Erik continued to glare- he didn’t need his admiration. He’d seen enough smart-mouthed cops to last him a lifetime. A voice at the back of his mind told him to hold his tongue, but he ignored it.
“Why am I here?”
“You’re here for interrogation,” Charles said without missing a beat, still not looking at him.
“And what offence am I being convicted for?” His knuckles had turned a bone white.
Charles dropped the files and spread his elbows across the table. “How about I start asking the questions: first off, where were you at around 7:30pm last night?”
“Home,” Erik answered instinctively. “I was watching Strictly,” he added just to be safe, knowing it started at 7:20.
“Nowhere else?”
“I stay in most Saturdays,” Erik shrugged, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Well, that’s interesting. How about I rephrase that question?” Charles summoned a small remote from his pocket and flicked it at the projector, which whirred to life. Erik squinted.
The video took place in the dark and appeared to simply be a lone shot of a shop window. Charles pressed a button and the video sped forwards, then he brought it back to regular speed as the window to the shop was blown to bits. An indistinguishable man was hurled outside onto the tarmac and he tried to crawl away as a tall figure stepped over the shattered glass. The figures’ eyes flickered up for a moment, where Charles paused the video.
“Shall we try again?” Charles asked.
“That video must have been doctored. Did you see how fast that man was flown through the air? It would be impossible.”
“I wouldn’t say impossible, just slightly less ordinary.” As he said this, his eyes seemed to glint under the harsh light. It made Erik feel instantly defensive.
“I don’t know what you’re accusing me of—”
“Humour me. What intention would you have of throwing a man through a window?”
What intention indeed. Erik tried to convey this with a bewildered expression.
“Let me help you,” Charles offered, “The man you see on this video is currently in a hospital bed just 10 minutes from here, badly injured, but nothing life-threatening. The most he’ll have are a few scars. The shop he runs specialises in old fashioned antiques- do you know it?”
“I might have passed it on the street before…”
“Was he a bad man, Mr Lehnsherr?” Charles interrupted. His eyes were almost too bright to look at. And now they were jabbing into him like they expected something from him.
“I wouldn’t know. Listen, I told you I didn’t know the fellow.”
“So, you didn’t purchase a…” He pulled out a pair of spectacles and placed them on the end of his nose as he lifted the page to his face. “Vintage brass candlestick, several hours before the attack?”
Erik’s heart sank. As long as he didn’t know… “And coincidently, the scars I mentioned earlier found on Mr Gibson’s back seemed to match the prongs of a certain candlestick discovered at the scene. Would you say that’s unusual?” He smiled, but it was different to his greeting smile from earlier, now it seemed thinner. “Your response, Mr Lehnsherr?”
Erik’s eyes flitted feverishly between the observation window and Charles’ smug face. A small droplet of sweat began to bead at the tip of his forehead. “I could cut your throat right now. I wouldn’t even need the handcuffs,” he bit.
Charles rotated his chair and fell back in it, crossing his legs up on the table. “I have no doubt you could. Sure, if it were anyone else sat in a meeting with you right now, they’d be toast.”
Erik laughed harshly to disguise the fact that he couldn’t breathe properly. “And not you?”
Not me. The detective hadn’t even opened his mouth and Erik’s ears hadn’t registered the sound, but the words still snaked their way inside Erik’s mind. No. There was no way. Charles chuckled at Erik’s stunned expression. You didn’t think you were the only one, did you?
Erik’s heart jumped inside his chest, and he quickly rose from his seat, fists readying by his sides. His eyes were teeming with fear. His breaths came quick and hot. Charles didn’t batter an eyelid when the handcuffs clattered on the floor.
“How are you doing that?” he barked, backing into the far wall. “Putting words inside my head?” There was a hint of hysteria disguised in his voice.
With a flick of his wrist, Charles’ rose his peace fingers and drummed them on his right temple. “That’s only a teaser of what I can do, but I’m more interested in you. Come on, sit down. I don’t bite.”
After a moment of consideration, Erik bared his teeth as he slowly slipped back into his chair, eyeing him down with a steeled glower. He kept his hands where they were. “Where the hell did they drag you from?” Erik finally asked.
“No force was necessary: I actually came here of my own free will. I’ve always been fascinated with the mechanics of the law system.” He shrugged. “I get good results- no one needs to know--”
But before he could finish, Erik lurched out of his seat and suddenly the metal handcuffs were flying through the air, right for Charles’ neck. However, Erik’s power over the handcuffs bristled, and they stopped motionless inches from their intended target, with Erik frozen too. He tried to push and bared his teeth, but his body had decided not to obey.
“You’re pathetic,” Erik snapped, jaw clenched. His lips quivered from the effort. “And you’re a coward for taking their side. Are you afraid of what they’ll do to you when they find out? Do you know what they do to people like us? Do you know what Mr Gibson liked to do to his twelve-year-old daughter because of what she is? Well?” His body became free for a fraction of a second and he made a jump for Charles, only to find himself immediately being tugged back. Almost as though he was bound by invisible chains. “ANSWER ME!” Erik’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.
Charles wiped his glasses with his sleeve and then bit the end of them. He appeared to be in extreme consideration. Finally, he spoke aloud, “Do I think you’re capable of murder? Yes. Do I think you have the intention or murder? Also, yes. Well, the cards aren’t looking good for you, Mr Lehnsherr. Anything you’d like to add?”
“Fuck you,” Erik spat.
“Perfect. Well, I suppose I’m only left with one conclusion.” He stood up and hooked his thumbs around his pockets. “Someone’s done a clever bit of handiwork on you, my friend, but you’re innocent none-the-less.” Erik suddenly toppled over, and he could feel his limbs again. He slammed into the table and knocked his nose, which immediately started streaming. “What?” he spluttered.
I said you’re innocent, a voice said, and Erik shook the thought away as he clambered to his feet. “What the hell are you on about? Don’t you want to convict me?” He pointed dumbly at the projected image on the wall. “I tried to kill a man, I thought we’d establish that.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” Charles said, and his brilliant blue eyes were wide and bright. He summoned a pen from apparently thin air and waved it about to underscore his words. “You see, that’s what someone wants you to think. And they did a very good job of convincing you, I’ll give them that. Psychic interference: I’m almost envious, I wouldn’t have known if they hadn’t neglected one minor detail.” He tapped Erik’s forehead with the pen. “Anger. Your outburst of rage allowed me to distinguish what emotions were yours, and what emotions were planted there by someone else. Your apparent resentment for Mr Gibson, versus your indisputable resentment for me.” He stepped back and grinned, like this was a good thing.
OOOHH THE PLOT TWISTTT I LOVE THIS
My two favourite mutants go out golfing because there ain't nothing sexier.
~538 words~
“Hole in one!”
Charles rolled his eyes, wondering how on earth he’d fallen for this wonderful idiot. “Erik, I don’t care that you’re cheating,” he said casually. “I care that you’re blatantly cheating.”
Erik flashed him one of those signature smiles, the kind that was all teeth, and swung his club in circles in the air. Show off. “So? Isn’t it all part of the game?” he asked. He turned and leant over, aiming his club, and also showing off that magnificent ass. He raised his club in the air, biting his upper lip…
Charles looked down and cast an image in Erik’s mind, an image of that considerable ass. The ball went whizzing through the air and slammed into the toy-sized windmill as Erik sprung back, and Charles burst into laughter, keeling over in his wheelchair. His laughter rang loud and clear for all the families close by who glanced up curiously.
Erik waltzed over and gave him a gentle push on the shoulder. “What was that?”
“Isn’t it all part of the game?” Charles responded, smiling up at him.
“Fuck you, Charles. Fuck you.” But he was grinning as he raised his club and took another swing, this time making sure to purposefully put his ass on display. Charles wasn’t complaining. The ball landed in the hole with a dull thunk. “Your turn.”
Charles wheeled forward, sitting his club by his side. “You know this is really hard,” he murmured.
Erik crossed his arms, watching him.
Narrowing his eyes in concentration, Charles positioned the club by his ball, testing the grip in his hand. 3, 2, 1.
He took a mad swing, saw it zip through the air and thunk. Hole in one.
“Now how about that,” Erik said, smiling knowingly.
“How are you nailing all these?” a voice asked. Both turned their heads, but the voice wasn’t addressed at them. Across the park, a girl with tawny brown hair was leaning against her club as an elderly couple approached her. “I’ve never seen a shot so perfect,” the man said.
The girl shrugged modestly and responded something inaudible.
“Do another one!”
The girl turned, aimed her club beside the ball. Her station was a giant loop, like a rollercoaster. The elderly couple took a step back and waited in anticipation. She took a swing, and the ball zoomed along the track, did a loop-the-loop, then landed perfectly in the hole.
“She’s good,” Erik acknowledged.
Charles smiled. “She’s also fast. Very fast.”
“What do you mean?”
The girl was grinning when her eyes lifted, and they accidentally met Charles' from across the park. But he held on. A moment later, she raised a hand in greeting, as did he, before she reverted her attention back to the couple.
Erik knew that look.
“A mutant?” he asked.
Charles nodded. “Yes. I told her her power is very impressive.”
“Could she be even faster than Peter?”
“Maybe.”
Erik raised his eyes to the sky. “Some age we’re living in. Where people are using their powers to master crazy golf.”
“Not all of us can raise submarines,” Charles said. He gave him a soft pat on the back, before raising his club and readying to take another swing.
Ooohhh shut up THIS is the kind of wonderful content I have Tumblr for. I love this so much lmao
the most important step in the hero’s journey is the gay sex
Jean touched your shoulder.
"Are you okay? I can feel you projecting your pain".
"I'm sorry", you said with honesty. "I'm just tired".
She nodded, understanding what tiredness could do to one's mutation. Jean knew all too well of untrained minds wreaking havoc in the slumber. She opted to look over to Laufeyson.
"He's thinking of you".
You almost choked.
"Well yes, we just had our brand argument of the day".
"No, he's not thinking of that", she said. "He's worried for you. He thinks your telepathy is… shredding your…" she narrowed her eyes and focused more on him, but suddenly, Laufeyson turned around on his seat and threw her a dirty glance. He projected onto both yours and her mind a very loud and clear:
Stay out of my head.
Did Charles just HAVE those stupid little grey sport outfits laying around in his parents' mansion? Was that just a thing he had for no reason? Did he have like 8 matching grey pants and sweats and white shoes in all sizes just in case he needed them for something (ever)? Or did his first though as he gathered 8 mutants with deadly dangerous powers for a CIA training to stop world war three was an immediate "okay we'll need a bunch of grey hoodies omg BRB gonna go shopping"
Hii <3 do you have a masterlist? I've read one of your fics because it appeared randomly on my dash but I want to binge read everything you wrote lmao I loved it
Hello! Omg thank you so much, you're too kind, and I'll have you know I had to delete outright keysmash several times before I managed to type a proper answer :'D
I don't have a masterlist, exactly, but I do have a fic blog for shorts that I occasionally forget to crosspost to AO3 (I do believe I at least managed to reblog all the shorts I wrote on this tumblr there when I made it) and I also have an AO3 account if you're interested in it! I'm afraid I haven't written that much, but if you find something else you might enjoy, I'd be a really happy puddle!
(I'm also still working on the prompts I got a couple of weeks ago and I totally haven't forgotten about them if anyone who sent them might see this)
Thank you!!!
Prompt: Erik giving Charles a bundle of flowers , but being really nearvous about it, because he was unsure if that was a weird thing to do, cuz Erik do be a bit emotionally constipated, but he tries🤗
Ps: Dont worry about not being accepted in the fandom, everyone is super nice!
Hi!! Thank you, truly - I know, this fandom is super welcoming and nice, one of the nicest I had the pleasure to join, I think!! I don't know why I'm so anxious 😅
And thanks for the prompt!! Sorry it got a little too long and hope you enjoy it ♥
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There are flowers on his desk.
They are… nice flowers, Charles assumes, cautiously moving closer to the desk. Not that he knows much about flowers – but one thing he does know is that flowers don’t usually just appear somewhere on their own.
Well. Not in a vase inside of the house, at the very least. He brushes the tiny white petals with the tips of his fingers, intrigued, and wonders where they came from.
“Hey, Charles, have you seen—oh,” Raven pauses in the doorway and blinks when he looks up at her sheepishly, dropping the hand that was stroking the petals. “What’s that? You finally decided to liven up this place?”
She’s grinning now, and Charles sighs. Come to think of it, he can’t really imagine Raven bringing fresh flowers to the house, so he shouldn’t be surprised that she’s doesn’t know their origin either. Still, a part of him hoped that she could shed some light on the newest feature of his office.
I LOVE MY EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BOY OMG
"Erik looks at him, dumbfounded, and this time, Charles knows that his mind is blank not because he’s trying to shield it from him – but because he doesn’t know what to think."
This was just so great lmao
