In which they go for the aforementioned walk, and Charles’ day gets worse and worse…
(sorry if this is rough—I’m very sleepy! Here is part one)
So I’ve been toying with the idea of a Persuasion AU for a while now…this is just a little piece I had to write to get it off my chest. There’s a beautiful line from the book that goes,
"Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement."
and it really stuck with me. So this is me taking that scene and running with it, and taking some liberties with Austen’s narrative/X-Men canon along the way…
Charles sat down for breakfast in the morning and listened with half an ear and a cautious heart to Marie’s recounting of the previous night. He had been unable to attend, tending to the baby and sending Raven and Azazel on their way after convincing them he could handle one small colicky child. They had been glad for the respite and he had been weak with relief, was now more grateful than ever to have been excused from the dinner. Just listening to his cousin’s effusive praise of the apparent charms and numerous qualities of Captain Lehnsherr was painful enough.
I almost Actually Screamed when I saw this and OH it hurts in all the ways it should. /makes every effort to refrain from making grabby-hand Moar gestures
Anonymous asked: Daddy!Erik bonding with his babies and preggy!Charles watching lovingly from afar. I just think Erik is a softie behind his cold and harsh appearance. Maybe erik chasing them down the hall while their playing hide and seek. Erik saying i love you back to them. Sjsjdkdjd. Gentle erik makes me vomit rainbows.
I think gentle Erik makes us all vomit rainbows :)
The mansion was never peaceful – that was a given – but that never prevented Charles from finding a serene peace when within its walls. Some days it was when he saw a new child finally start to come out from their shell, start to control their powers instead of fearing them, accepting who they were above whatever anyone else thought. The day Rogue first snorted out a laugh in the middle of class, laughing along with the rest of the children afterwards instead of shying away into the shadows. Or the pride in Ororo when she successfully aimed a lightning bolt for the first time.
There were so many things Charles was proud of but as he stood just out of view – glancing around the door into the gardens – he saw the one that would forever shine out the brightest in his mind. That one moment that made every struggle, every pain, every ache and bruise worth it.
The twins were running– well, toddling – around Erik’s ankles, giggling and laughing as he ‘tried’ to capture them, all participants smiling. It was such a rare sight. Not because Charles didn’t think Erik had it in him, or because he didn’t care about the children – and Erik cared so damn much about every child here whether they were biologically his or adopted members of their school – but because the man had built himself such a hard exterior, an unwavering appearance that the children could lean on when they needed support or hide behind when they wanted protecting.
icedjellytea asked: Butt
"Erik, darling, what are you doing?" Charles asks exasperatedly, glancing over his shoulder to where his boyfriend is blowing over the ink of yet another poem on his bum. Charles is trying to run a
n unpopular Tumblr blog, thank you very much, but it’s rather difficult when Erik’s so distracting. Erik smacks a kiss on the round of his arse in response.
"You are ridiculous," Charles says, overly fond of him.
"Thank you," Erik says, proud of his handiwork. "What do you think?"
"I don’t know, dear, it’s physiologically impossible for me to properly read my rear-end. But I’m sure it’s lovely."
"It says, ‘pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo’."
"You always were romantic."
"Let me take a picture so I can show you."
Charles shakes his head and continues to scroll through his dashboard, only for Erik to interrupt again later with a camera. He takes it and grins. “Oh! That is lovely! Beautiful calligraphy, my dear. The effect of the other faded poems make it look so intricate. Would you mind if I posted it to my blog?”
Erik shrugs. “Sure. As long as I get to keep the real thing.”
"Excellent," Charles says. "This might be the picture to make me Tumblr famous."
(And it was.)
(I’m actually quite nuts for the idea of couples writing poetry on each other sadhljhfgdsjhkj)
Anonymous asked: smitten awkward Erik is my favorite thing. <3
[Sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had an idea I really liked, but no time to write it until this weekend. I hope you enjoy what I came up with!]
Erik did not like weddings.
They were expensive, loud, and usually involved a lot of relatives whose names you couldn’t remember trying to make small talk with you as they got progressively more drunk. And of course there was the happy crying. Erik couldn’t stand happy crying.
In fact, just as a general rule, Erik didn’t really enjoy people or emotions all that much, period. It was a characteristic that had made him notorious at the law firm where he worked.
Raven and Azazel are getting married and Erik might have a teensie crush on the
MaidMan of Honor. I do love awkward, fumbling smitten Erik! And Charles is an absolute darling! <333
Anonymous asked: Can I request a fic? I'd love a cherik twist on hades and persephone :) thank you!
No problem-o dearest Nony ^^
It was a glorious day, the ground blossomed with flowers, the sun strong and vibrant as it cast rays of light down onto Charles and his friends. They were out picking the most beautiful of the flowers for his mother, Raven. Charles smiled happily, glad of the sun warming his skin, and the fragrant aroma pervading his senses.
So calm and peaceful was the area, Charles ventured further out from the group, having glanced the most beautiful of roses, petals the same blood-red that painted his lips. As the young God knelt down, he reached out for the flower, the air around him grew imperceptibly cold, a dark crowd spreading around his feet as the very flower he reached for was plucked up by another and lifted. Charles’ eyes rose with the movement, locking onto the most beautiful grey eyes, holding such depth of emotion as they met his own.
The flower was smelt, drawing Charles’ eyes down to the other’s face, allowing him to note the chiselled chine, hard lips and features and short brown hair. Needing to know more, Charles’ eyes glanced further down, noting the beautiful physique but more importantly, the black cape that covered the man, spreading out along the ground.
“Erik,” Charles whispered in acknowledgement, sitting back on his heels as he returned his gaze to the grey eyes, so full of life unlike everything he had been told about the King of the Underworld.
Anonymous asked: prompt ---> in which Charles gets off by listening Erik reading something that shouldn't be sexy - a recipe, a instruction manual, whatever - but somewhat makes it sounds sexy as hell, b/c his voice a bit too much for Charles sensitive ears
This probably isn’t as sexy as you wanted, anon, but here you go? :D
On Monday, Charles arrives to class seven minutes late, exhausted, cold, and unbearably hungry. Having spent most of the night catching up on grading, he’s functioning on four hours of sleep, and his stomach is now protesting his decision to skip dinner in favor of working in the lab for a couple of extra hours. He’d been tempted to just go straight home after closing up the lab, desperate for something warm to eat and then bed, but the thought of missing something vital in tonight’s class had kept him on the metro past the stop to his apartment, all the way to the synagogue.
He slows to a walk once he nears the classroom and takes a few seconds to catch his breath and try to comb down his hair before he peers through the window beside the door, trying to find a good moment to slip in. Most of the regulars are already there, seated attentively at their desks. Erik is nowhere to be seen, though Charles can hear his voice clearly, which means he must be walking up and down the rows demonstrating as he lectures.
He waits for Erik to pause between sentences before pushing the door open as quietly as possible. Despite his best efforts, the hinges squeak, drawing the room’s attention.
“Ah,” Erik says, stopping mid-stride to look over at him. “There you are, Charles.”
Sheepish, Charles gives the class a wave and slinks over to the nearest empty seat. “Sorry I’m late.”
I want to hug Charles SOOO MUUUUCH. Maybe Erik will do it for me~
ohheisfuckingsirius asked: Charles has amnesia and can't remember Erik? Some fluff if possible.
When he wakes up, there’s a sticky note on the bedside table. It takes his sleep-gritty eyes a few seconds to focus on it properly, and he yawns as he reaches over to peel it off the table. When he tilts the note so that the sunlight from the window makes it easier to read, he sees: breakfast in fridge – warm it up when you’re ready.
Appended to it is a second, smaller sticky note that says: left the kettle on the counter. tea is in second cabinet on the left from the sink.
For a moment, he debates the pros and cons of leaving bed at all. Cons: he will have to leave the warmth of the three comforters Erik had heaped on him last night, he will probably have to find something to occupy himself with to avoid going mad with boredom, and he will have to face the reality that he is lying in the guest bedroom in the house of a man he hardly knows, a man who is supposed to be his husband and who might as well be a stranger.
Well. Now that he thinks about it, he is hungry.
Slowly, he pushes back the blankets and climbs out of bed. Even that much movement takes more effort than it ought to, and he has to stop briefly to gather his strength. The effects of the coma, the doctors have told him, will last a long time. They’ve told him to rest, to remember that only a month ago, they were giving Erik the option to pull the plug.