Doesn’t Charles look adorable in pink?
Shout-out to ze Cherik peeps out there! 🖤
🎨 Art Challenge Thingy 🎨
I and the lovely @oncerpotter2018 decided to ”challenge” each other and thus inspire each other to get creative! Our motif in this round was Charles Xavier and our weapon of choice was watercolors! *Gasp*
And so… This is my version of Professor X fingering himself.
Thank you so much for playing, dear! It’s great fun! Are you up for another round perhaps? (If anyone else wants in on the challenge, that would be great fun too!)
❤️ I did a thing! ❤️
I actually just spent 5 hours making this bromantic fan video dedicated to Cherik...!? Apparently for the sole reason of kicking myself and you in the feels, I guess? There is no hope for me or you!! *Frantic giggle*
So... Yeah, go check it out if ya wanna smile’n’sniffle a bit or something!
And reblog to punch unsuspecting Cherik lovers right in their unprepared feels!
ENJOY!!!
Source: youtube.com
❤️ Cherik Questionnaire ❤️
Pick one or more numbers and hit me with Cherik asks!
And tag none or as many of your fellow Cherik people as you wish!
1: Who do you identify with the most personally, Charles or Erik – and why?
2: What would you choose for yourself and why – telepathy or metallokinesis?
3: You can only choose 1 theme for the Cherik honeymoon suite - what would it be?
4: Your favorite Cherik kink?
5: What do you think about “Dadneto”?
6: Bottom!Charles or Top!Charles?
7: Who do you prefer physically and why – Charles or Erik?
8: If you could direct a Cherik movie - what would the plot be?
9: Who would you rather join – Prof. X or Magneto?
10: Alpha!Charles or Omega!Charles?
11: The saddest Cherik scene you can think of that ISN’T the beach divorce?
12: If Erik and Charles had matching tattoos, what would it be?
13: Describe your feelings regarding Charles and Moira?
14: If you were to meet Cherik in a restaurant – what would you wear (currently in your wardrobe)?
15: FC, DoFP or XMA Charles?
16: At which point did you know that you had sold your soul to Cherik?
17: If Erik proposed to Charles – how would he choose to do it?
18: Which Cherik AU is your absolute favorite and why?
19: If you had to write/read a crossover, which TV show would you match with Cherik?
20: Dom!Erik or Sub!Erik?
21: Would you prefer Cherik in a Coffee shop AU or an Office AU?
22: Who do you fantasize about the most – Erik or Charles?
23: Finish the sentence: “Cherik or…?”
24: How do you think the beach scene should have ended?
25: If you could have sex with Charles OR Erik, who would you choose?
26: If you could only ask Charles 1 question, what would it be?
27: If you could only ask Erik 1 question, what would it be?
28: Did you ever have a Cherik dream? If so, what was it about?
29: There’s a knock on your door and you open it to see Cherik. Your first words?
30: Will you go down with the Cherik ship or do you have new bearings, ye scallywag?
GO AHEAD, dearies... Let the game begin and reblog!
Happy Halloween and happy Tuesgay!!!! ❤️
Soooooo........ This is for you, dear @pinkoptics because you wrote a prompt for me some time ago!!! And I pestered you to give me an opportunity to repay you in the form of a fic/art piece. And you actually DID give me prompt eventually!! And... I sorta didn’t know if I should do a fic or a piece of art - so I did both!!!! I hope you like. 😁 Pokémon Charles and everything! 💋Also: SMUT...!
PLEADING THE FIFTH
The people in the hotel bar were cheerful and rather loud while they eagerly chitchatted and the clinking of glasses being slammed against each other was filling the room. Erik was looking at all of the dressed up people from the table by the wall, a small smile forming on his lips induced by the atmosphere in the dim room. He was so glad that he was actually here with Charles. He honestly hadn’t thought that he would ever even dare to dream about going steady, but when the whole Halloween event had come up Charles had invited him. Him of all people. It was only their fifth date, but it was just so right, Erik thought. And it was looking more and more promising. Apparently Charles really did like him. Enough to bring him here along with Raven and Hank and their friends and share a hotel room with him. It seemed like he had been invited into the inner circle and he had to admit that he was feeling beyond grateful. Not to mention giddy. He shifted his weight slightly in the booth with its red leather upholstery and redirected his glance to look at Charles sitting opposite him. He had been awfully quiet for a while though, Erik realized. The mug of beer in Charles’ hand was surprisingly full and Erik raised an eyebrow. Had he said something wrong? Charles was looking at him in a weird way that he couldn’t quite interpret and concerned he leaned towards him a little, placing his elbows on the table plate.
“You okay?” he asked and sent Charles a smile. To his relief the smile was instantly returned and Charles nodded and shuffled a little in his seat.
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” Charles said, his azure glance fixed on Erik. Even in the dim light of the smoky bar the color of them seemed to light up the entire room. Yet still he seemed strangely preoccupied and quiet. He had been this way the entire evening. Erik couldn’t help but worry if maybe he had said or done something inconsiderate.
“You sure?” Erik asked softly and sipped on his pilsner. The smaller man in front of him nodded once more and smiled at him a little. Erik couldn’t help his lips forming a skew smile at the expression on Charles face combined with his costume. In the yellow and fluffy onesie he looked rather amusing.
“What are you supposed to be again?” Erik asked in amusement and for a moment Charles looked completely surprised. Then he pouted ever so slightly and placed his hand under his chin.
“I’m Pikachu…” he then mumbled in an offended voice and rolled his eyes. Erik swallowed a gulp of beer and looked back at Charles questioningly.
“And what’s a Pikachu?” Erik asked, a frown spreading on his face. A sigh immediately escaped Charles.
“It’s a Pokémon, Erik,” he said and looked as if he was about to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Erik almost didn’t dare to express the fact that he had absolutely no idea what Charles was talking about. Carefully he lifted his hands into the air accompanied by a soft smile, signaling that he was lost. Charles let out a small huff.
“It’s a Japanese thing. Anyway, it was Raven’s idea…” Charles mumbled, and turned the beer mug around in slow circles. But his glance never left Erik.
“What a surprise,” Erik grinned and corrected some of the white linen that was threatening to fall down from its position wrapped around his shoulder. Again he had to stifle a small giggle trying to make its way out of his mouth. As Charles sat there - practically slumped over a mug of beer growing staler by the second - he looked like some sort of depressed cartoon bunny, he thought. And what was up with those ears?
“I don’t think you should consult Raven for any wardrobe advice from now on,” Erik teased and took another gulp of beer. Charles huffed once more. But fell silent again immediately after, just resting his chin in his hands and gazing at Erik. Why was he acting like this? Erik took another gulp of beer, concern circling around in his mind like threatening thunder clouds. The room was incredibly warm, he suddenly realized as he leaned back against the soft leather upholstery of the booth. All of the dancing people in their silly costumes were running to and fro, their body heat warming up the room to an almost unbearable temperature. God, he was glad that he was only wearing what was basically a linen sheet. The toga choice had been the right bet – otherwise he would probably have been suffering a heat stroke by now. Of course a toga wasn’t exactly very imaginative and it had kind of been an emergency plan, because of course Erik hadn’t really put any thought into the fact that he would have to think of and also physically get his hands on an actual Halloween costume. He had just been focusing on partying with Charles. But this afternoon he realized that he of course couldn’t come to the party without some sort of costume – hence he had just stripped the hotel bed of one of its sheet this afternoon before jumping in the shower to get ready. Very unimaginative but practical none the less, it turned out. He remembered Charles pestering him about finding a costume in the days prior to the party and he had just shrugged and hadn’t thought much of it. But it had solved itself thankfully. And even Charles had seemed sort of impressed and surprised when he had come out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a sheet. Erik’s eyes suddenly narrowed a little as he thought it over. No, it couldn’t be, he thought. But he realized that this had been the exact moment where Charles’ behavior had changed. He had grown awfully silent and preoccupied and even when Erik had been joking around in the hotel room and put some leaves from a bouquet of flowers behind his ear to try and put just a tiny bit of effort into the whole Greek look Charles had seemed… Well, strange. And while they hurried to get to the party in time he almost hadn’t spoken a single word during the elevator ride down. Or at any other point really. Erik took another gulp of beer, gone in thought. Could he really be upset about the costume? Erik’s glance darted from his beer mug to Charles. He was still sitting opposite him in the booth, immobile and just gazing at him. He looked like he was also starting to feel the heat of the bar, Erik thought. Small beads of sweat were decorating his forehead and his cheeks were flushed in magenta and scarlet tones. Erik swallowed and leaned forwards again.................
🍆 READ THE WHOLE, JUICY FIC AO3 HERE! 🍆
..... Cos it’s too long to post here, muhawhawwwwww.....
💜 Smooth, Erik.... Real smooth! 💜
So I felt cheesy and picked up my poor, defenseless digitizer, okay? *Giggle*
deeranger reblogged
acherik replied to your post “ALRIGHT I FOLD CHARLES CAN DANCE But can he mosh”
Fuck it yes he can
What if someone knocks him over oh no
or is it too crowded in the moshpit d’you think
acherik
Erik will catch him because he’ll be with him, always @cherik-trash-pile
Erik could mod his chair with spikes n shit, that’d keep him safe in the mosh pit
cherik-trash-pile
TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU THAT WOULD LOOK SO COOL
COMPROMISE
“Higher, Erik, higher!” Charles yells in excitement as the lead singer breaks into the chorus with fierce intensity on the stage. As the P.A.s drown the venue in thundrous sound the crowd is going wild and Charles hasn’t felt this excited in years. A tug on the chair lets him know that Erik actually heard him over the noise - and his chair smoothly floats a little higher into the air. Feeling a bit silly Charles remembers that he indeed doesn’t have to yell and instead he puts his fingers to his temple and projects to Erik somewhere down there in the crowd.
“Thank you, love,” Charles smiles. Instantly he feels Erik’s mind respond cheekily and a smile spreads on his lips. Erik is apparently still not completely satisfied with that fact that Charles got the brilliant idea to just have Erik levitate him. No, Erik had been much more keen on the original plan which involved a lot of spikes and possible physical injury to who ever might bump into Charles in the mosh pit. But Charles had insisted. He appreciates Erik’s idea and enthusiasm though and he can’t help but chuckle as he turns his head a little to look at the metal spikes pertruding from his wheelchair, carefully formed and delicately shaped... and very sharp indeed.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Erik’s mind asks beneath him in the dark mass of wildly dancing and moshing youths. Charles takes a deep breath and a big smile appears on his face. It is intense. Every mind here is high on either musical joy, young love or drugs and the feeling of it borders on euphoria.
“More than ever. And I am glad we found a compromise,” Charles projects and he feels Erik chuckle, his slightly insulted facade crumbling instantly. He can’t stay mad at Charles. Not that he really was in the first place - but he likes to pretend none the less.
“Quite flashy, aren’t they?” Erik laughs and Charles grins, placing a finger carefully on one of the shiny spikes, feeling the smooth and cool surface under his fingertips. They did fit in with the crowd - he had to give him that.
“Mm, you should have made me a choker to go with it,” Charles smiles and feels how Erik lets out an amused huff.
“Only if it comes with a leash,” he thinks and Charles can feel his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
“Let’s make compromise, Charles. I know how much you like those,” Erik thinks, clearly indicating that he does not intend to let their disagreement be forgotten too easily.
“What exactly are you proposing?” Charles asks.
“I’m sure you will look stunning in a choker, darling... and on a leash... in my bedroom... naked,” Erik purrs and instantly the pink on Charles’ cheeks turns a much deeper colour. Swallowing he realizes that he has almost forgotten to listen to the music, the bass and double pedal drums blasting from the P.A.s and the crowd cheering and roaring under him. Distracted Charles feels how a sensation of anticipation and arousal is starting to pool in his gut and he swallows.
“Why would I do all that for a choker?” he teases.
“Because otherwise I’ll talk dirty to you during the entire show,” Erik thinks, a skew smile forming on his lips.
“That’s blackmail, Erik,” Charles almost whines, feeling his cheeks burn both with arousal and slight annoyance.
“I can just shut you out, you know,” he adds even though he knows this argument falls flat on its nose.
“And I can just put the chair down and we go back to my plan,” Erik laughs. Charles lets out a sigh and shakes his head a little, trying to suppress a grin.
“But I won’t,” Erik then says. Charles arches his eyebrows ever so slightly.
“And why not? Because you know I’ll stop you?” he asks and bites his lower lip.
“Because I know you’d actually love to wear my choker,” Erik jokes. They both laugh a bit and Charles can’t help but curse himself in his mind for being so transparent. Then suddenly Erik’s mind turns serious. Charles licks his lip as he suddenly feels a wave of warmth and serene devotion wash through him. It almost feels like his body turns into wobbly jelly and he swallows hard. Erik’s projected feelings are so strong and vibrant that he forgets to breathe for a moment.
“And because I love you,” Erik then says. Charles’ mouth drops open a bit as time seems to freeze and his heart does a double beat in his chest.
“I love you too, Erik,” he says, breathless.
“Enjoy the show, darling,” Erik smiles and Charles can feel him turn his attention back to the stage. Blinking rapidly Charles does the same but suddenly the concert doesn’t seem as appealing as before... Not as appealing as a choker around his neck at least. He shudders as his fingers carress the smooth metal of one of the spikes on his chair and he realizes that he is now counting down the minutes of the concert, waiting for the band to finish...
“Damn it, Erik,” Charles mutters with a smile.
Umm.... Yeah, I seriously don’t know what happened, you guys. I guess you people spawn weird ideas in my head - I thank you for that. 💋
💔 The Silent Movie Break-Up 💔
*Ugly crying* - I don’t know why, but I had this sudden urge to make a sad gif set and break my own heart.... I’m obviously a masochist. *Sniffle*
When you ship Cherik too hard....
You might be lucky enough to dream vividly about Erik and Charles in his slutty, lilac sweater…!
Which just did. It was so damn vivid that it woke me up at 3am…! I was like: “Noooooo, go back to sleep!” - but nuh-uh, my brain wasn’t having it. I remember the dream clearly though. I saw and felt everything from Erik’s point of view. Weird. Oh, and Charles could walk but he still had his powers - and hair! So this is what I dreamt:
“Behind the Reeds”
The team is out looking for something by a river in the summertime. Everything is green and it’s sunny, birds chirping and the river lightly bubbling. However the atmosphere is tense and oozing with potential danger as Charles and Erik make their way up up a gravel path, a good distance between them and the rest of the team. No one is speaking, but Erik can sense that Charles is contemplative and slightly resignated. Walking out onto a small wooden bridge in between big patches of tall reeds Charles stops and looks at the water, hands placed in his jean’s pockets. Erik quietly follows him and they end up standing shoulder by shoulder on the bridge, overlooking the river. Charles lets out a soft sigh and Erik can’t hold his tongue any longer. Ever since Charles was freed from the grasp of En Sabah Nur he had been strangely quiet and withdrawn whenever he was around Erik. He needed to know why and he needed to let him know how he really felt. Because somehow he thought that Charles might feel the same way. He didn’t know how or why, it was more like an intuitive feeling. Carefully Erik looks at the telepath who has his eyes fixed on the water. Depression is radiating from him.
“Charles….” Erik says and places a hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. It almost feels like a shiver runs through him by the touch. Charles turns his head and looks at Erik, an intense sadness on display in his eyes. They both know it. Erik has no doubts about it now. They have longed for each other for so long that it hurts too much. Carefully Erik guides Charles to turn towards him by pulling him softly by the shoulder. Face to face with the telepath who respectfully has stayed out of his head for ages Erik feels his heart flutter. Slowly Erik lifts up his hand and places it on Charles’ cheeks, locking in deep eye contact. The younger man doesn’t flinch or turn away. He doesn’t even look surprised. The air is electric and Erik has a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach that he hasn’t felt before. Slowly Erik leans in, the tips of their noses touching. He can feel Charles’ breathing becoming slightly faster.
“I wish we would have done this sooner…” Erik whispers as he leans in closer for the kiss. But he immediately stops when he sees the other man’s bright blue eyes suddenly well up. Cupping Charles’ face he looks at him, worried. Has he done something wrong? Maybe he has misinterpreted the whole situation? A single tear rolls down Charles’ cheek and Erik is just about to let go when Charles leans his forehead against his, cupping his face as well. Trembling Charles caresses the side of Erik’s neck with his thumb.
“We already did…” he whispers in an agonized voice, tears now streaming down his face. Erik frowns, but he doesn’t move. Slowly Charles places his fingers by his temple, looking at Erik for his silent permission. He immediately gets it, and as their foreheads rest against each other Charles unleashes the pent up memories. A little sob escapes him as he lets go.
“I’m sorry…!” He bursts out.
“I’m sorry for stealing your memories… I’m sorry! You weren’t ready…. I wasn’t ready…” he whispers. Erik’s eyes widen as the memories flood his brain. He can suddenly see Charles smiling at him in Cairo, he can feel his arms around him, the kisses they shared. The love. And the pain that followed. Feeling his heart painfully throb in his chest Erik feel his eyes watering up as he reassuringly caresses Charles’ face. For a few seconds he can feel Charles looking at him with fearful uncertainty, unsure of what Erik might be feeling. The telepathic connection has been cut, and Charles knows it’s best that way. Then Erik slowly leans in further, their lips suddenly touching. For a few seconds they just stare at each other, their breathing fast and irregular. Brushing his thumb against the side of Erik’s neck Charles can feel how his pulse picks up speed. And finally they both give in. They embrace each other in a deep kiss on the small bridge. Hugging each other tight they feel the rhythm of their hearts aligning and everything else seems to disappear. Charles’ hand is softly placed on the back of Erik’s neck as their tongues explore each other’s mouths. The painful longing they’ve both carried with them for so long is finally dissolving and they savour the sensation of the kiss they so passionately share. Suddenly the voices from the team seep through the thick reeds by the bridge and quickly their lips part. Clearing his throat Erik turns towards the rest of the team now appearing by the end of the bridge.
“You guys found something?” one of them asks. Erik shakes his head, hiding a smile. Charles is still looking at the water as the team make their way past the bridge, chatting casually. As soon as they disappear out of sight behind the reeds he turns to face Erik. For the first time in ages a genuine smile decorates his lips. Erik reaches out his hand and Charles grabs it gratefully. And they walk back out on the gravel path hand in hand.