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gerec · 4 years

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AU-gust 2020 Prompts

AUs 1-10 on Ao3

11. Farm/Ranch AU - Cherik Xavierine, Cherigan? 12. Crime AU - Cherik 13. Rock Band AU - Cherik, Xavierine 14. Vampire AU - Cherik

15. Modern AU - Cherik

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Instead of Role Reversal I went with the option of Modern AU! Thanks to everyone who sent me ideas, and an extra big thanks to @kianspo for the prompt! I hope you don’t mind that I tweaked it a little. :D

(Erik doesn’t keep kosher in this verse. Also CRACK.)

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By the time the appetizers arrive Charles is ready to throw in the towel, and concede that this is in fact, the worst first date he’s ever been on in his entire life.

Strike 1 – His date is handsome, well-bred, fabulously wealthy, and supposedly in the line of succession for the tiny Eastern European nation of Latvia. He is also arrogant, self-important, and loves hearing himself talk, and Charles swears he’s going to murder Reed Richards, who told Charles he knew ‘the perfect person to set you up with to get over your ex’, and that was after talking him into taking over Genetics 101 class for the fall term.

Murder.

Strike 2 – They’re at his favorite restaurant, or the one that used to be his and Erik’s favorite place to go, a charming little Italian trattoria with the best panna cotta in all of Manhattan. Victor had taken one look at the homey, down-to-earth décor and snorted, and offered to get them reservations elsewhere, guaranteed to have much better food and service.

Charles had to refrain from braining the man with his menu.

Worse is the fact that not ten minutes after they’re seated, Charles spies Erik arriving with Moira for dinner, with the owner greeting them warmly and placing them at a table much too close for comfort. He manages a half smile, half grimace when Erik and Moira wave at him, though thankfully (or rather not, since it might actually improve the evening to have his ex and his best friend interrupt his blind date) they choose not to make their way over for an awkward introduction.

He thinks it’s entirely unfair that he’d much rather be over at their table, drinking wine and laughing about Erik’s minions or Moira’s cases, than being stuck here listening to Dr. Boring go on and on and on about his giant castle and his super-duper secret important research…

Strike 3 comes just after the main course, when the nervous young man at the next table pops the question to his unsuspecting companion. Between the lovely (if overly saccharine) vows of adoration, the enthusiastic applause by the other diners and some rather overt eye rolling by his own snobby date, Charles is ready to skip dessert and call it a night – preferably with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ‘Chip Happens’ in front of the TV.

Of course his plan is completely upended when one half of the newly engaged starts choking, having inhaled a piece of steak much too quickly in his excited state. Frantic, Charles grabs Victor and tugs him out of his chair, and shoves him at the young man and his panicky fiancé and demands, “Quick, you have to help him.”

Startled, Victor looks at him and says, “What? I don’t know how to help!”

By now the dining room is in chaos, with the waiter running to the kitchen to find someone to help. “What do you mean you don’t know how?” Charles snaps, “you’re a doctor!”

“I’m not…actually a doctor?” Victor admits, looking a little sheepish for the first time this evening. “I mean, I did get an honorary—”

“Oh do shut up,” Charles growls, shoving him out of the way. In the same instant, Erik appears at his side like a guardian angel, and performs the Heimlich on the poor boy to the relief of the entire restaurant.

“Oh my god, thank you so much,” the fiancé cries, as Charles and Erik help the two of them pack up their things. It’s important to get checked out by a doctor, he tells them, to ensure there are no lasting effects from choking, and they are too shocked and relieved to do much more than let themselves get gently herded out the door and into a cab.

When he steps back inside the restaurant, Erik at his heels, he finds the owner waiting for them, pulling first Charles and then Erik into a hug.

Massimo shakes his head and shudders. “Those poor boys. Thank goodness for you two. I hate to think what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.”

Charles laughs. “Much as I would love to take credit, it was all Erik’s doing. He’s the hero of the night.”

“Yes, yes,” Massimo agrees, “but he wouldn’t have been over there so fast if he hadn’t been watching your table all night, am I right?”

Charles can’t believe it, but Erik actually flushes a delightful pink at Massimo’s teasing, and pretends to scowl at the elderly man when they both start to chuckle. “I wasn’t watching the table! I was just…wondering what kind of man wears a cape to dinner.”

He can’t even be mad at Erik’s little jab, because Charles had thought the exact same thing.

“Oh hey Charles, sorry to interrupt.” It’s their favorite waiter Sean, who had been shooting dirty looks at Victor all night, much to Charles’ amusement. “Your date paid the bill and left. He said to tell you he’s sorry he had to leave but there was an emergency and blah blah blah he’ll call you. God, what an absolute prick.”

“Now Sean—” Massimo says warningly, though he can’t quite keep the grin off his face.

“No, no Sean’s right.” He can’t even be mortified that Erik is right here, getting a front row seat to the utter shit show of a date he’s had all evening; he’s that relieved it’s over. “That was a huge, terrible, catastrophic mistake I won’t be repeating again. I just want to go home and pretend this entire night never happened.”

“Or you could join us for dessert?”

Charles turns to find Erik looking at him rather intently, almost…hopeful as he waits for an answer.

“I don’t want to interrupt your dinner.”

This time Erik rolls his eyes at him and snorts. “Moira and I are just catching up on work and Tony’s latest disaster.” Then his expression softens and he adds, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other and had a chance to talk. I’d like to know how you’ve been doing. Please.”

“I—”

“I’ll bring another place setting over.” Sean interrupts with a grin.

“And I’ll bring you your favorite Panna cotta for two, and a tiramisu for Ms. MacTaggert, yes?” Massimo says, entirely unashamed with his blatant meddling.

Charles laughs; he can’t say no to what is admittedly a lovely offer, and a chance to turn the disastrous evening around to something much more enjoyable – certainly not when all three faces are looking at him with such hope and expectation.

“Dessert sounds great,” he says, and lets Massimo herd them towards Erik’s table.

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savingmyomeglechatlogsdammit · 6 years

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Cherik High School AU

You both like Cherik.

You: [High school AU!- Charles is student ambassador for exchange students at his school, known for his sweet, charming disposition, as well as having been an exchange student himself before. This year, the student is Erik Lehnsherr from Germany- tall, handsome, and utterly infuriating. Still, Charles tries to his best to make friends with the standoffish boy, exchanging numbers with him and trying to check in. Please take Erik!] Hullo, Erik! How's your first week been thus far? CX

Stranger: [delay] Hi. It's been alright, just fine. -EL

You: Good! That's great to hear! CX I know you weren't particularly interested, but I really do encourage you to check out our clubs. It'll help immensely with getting settled in, help you meet people... CX Although, of course, you always have me! CX

Stranger: Perhaps I will, in a bit. Later. What clubs are there now again? -EL I've met a lot of people already, mostly introductions but still. -EL And yes, there's you too. -EL

You: There are quite a few; various sports and activities, depending on what you like. CX For example; I'm part of the debate team...and vice-president of the Chess club. Both of which are looking for members, if you're interested. CX That's good then! Very good. As soon as you get settled in a bit more, I won't need to bother you each week as much; just a few check-ins here and there. CX

Stranger: I'll probably check out the sport teams and clubs then. There was swimming, wasn't there? -EL I do like chess... Might check out that one as well. Thanks. -EL I don't really mind the check-ins. -EL

You: There is! Our swim club's actually got quite a reputation...I'm sure you'll fit in swimmingly. CX ...Bad pun. Anyway- excellent! We'd love to see you there. Our President is...a bit of a tosser, if I'm honest, but undeniably good. Perhaps you'll give him a run for his money? CX [delay] ...really? I rather...got the impression you weren't too pleased with them. That's good, then. CX I do hate to be a nuisance. CX

Stranger: I'll check it out on Monday then. -EL Are there any specific days or times? Who is the president? And maybe, after a while. -EL You're not a nuisance, I promise. I'm just a bit...aloof while getting used to things. Not a fan of change. -EL

You: Chess club meets Wednesdays, after school, for an hour, sometimes two if we're getting ready for competitions. CX Sebastian Shaw is our president. He's...a bit arrogant? But undeniably good. Although if we're honest... CX I can understand that. I was lucky enough that my sister- Raven, she's a year under us- came with me, but...it's certainly not easy. Americans have a very different outlook on certain things. CX I suppose that's why I've been eager to volunteer in this programme. If I can help make the transition easier...well, that's all that matters. :) CX

Stranger: Wednesday, at least an hour, got it. You compete, really? -EL If we are being honest, what? And why do I recognise that name, Sebastian Shaw? -EL You have a sister, that's nice, I can see the comfort in that. Don't have any siblings myself. I lived in England for a bit before, but this? Not even on the same level. Americans have a different outlook on everything. -EL Actually, I think you did the right thing then. I'm not the most social person, but I can see others really appreciating it. -EL

You: We do. A couple of trophies under our belt, actually! CX ...Nothing. It's not important, haha. As for why you recognize it- probably because he ranked top in the national high school chess league a couple of years ago. You'll inevitably hear about it if you join us. CX I do! Raven, she's pretty fantastic, if definitely a pain in the arse from time to time. I think it's a siblings thing, though- and I suppose I can be an arse myself. Ah well. CX ...Thank you, Erik. I appreciate that. But- oh! Can I ask where you lived? We're from Manchester- Well, technically, I was born in New York, but our family home's in Manchester. CX

Stranger: That's quite impressive, we didn't have a chess club at my school in Germany. -EL Possibly, that could be it, yeah. He's one of those who brag, isn't he? Can never stand those. -EL Definitely a sibling thing, at least from what I've heard and gathered. The whole unconditional love but still ever-present hatred? Sibling thing, doesn't happen anywhere else. -EL No worries, Charles. And we had a place in central London, still do. Knightbridge, I think the area was called? -EL […] I have a question, I don't really know who to turn to? -EL

You: Ah! There was one at the academy I went to, but they weren't very good at all. CX Oh, you have no idea. Thankfully, he's a senior, so...we're all rather expecting him to participate a little less, what with all the senior activities. CX I've been to Knightbridge! I had a friend in that área, growing up- a Kurt Wagner? CX Turn to? For what, if I can ask? CX

Stranger: But a not so good one is better than nothing at all, at least. -EL I already dislike him and I have never met him. Huh. Though I tend to not like people in general, working on that. But he's a senior, that's good. -EL Sounds familiar actually. But I can't put a face to the name. Hmm. I'll look into that. -EL It's medical things. I need to fix my prescription. -EL

You: Very, very true. Which...if you'd like to practice, I wouldn't mind at all. CX It is good. A big relief to the club, if I'm being honest. As for not liking people, it's good you're working on it, though it really is up to you in the end. I tend to be the opposite- Raven says I'm simply naive. CX It'd be funny, if you did end up knowing him. Small world and all that. CX Oh! Well, we have a nurse in the school- It's not too late, he probably hasn't gone home yet. If you'd like, I can show you where to find him? CX

Stranger: I played a lot of chess back in Germany and England, either the people I was staying with or just about anyone. -EL If I'm right in who it is, I can understand the whole relief part. I'm working on it, thought I'd give it another try at least... You are very friendly but to strangers - I mean this in the best way - it can be a bit too much. -EL Very small world. -EL You have an actual nurse who is here at times they're supposed to? And yes, that'd be really great. -EL

You: I'd definitely love to play with you, then, if you're willing. It's been a while since I've played anyone who isn't in the club. CX Who it is? I'm afraid I don't follow, my friend. CX Oh...well, yes, I suppose. I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable at any point. I'll try to tone it down! CX Haha, I'm guessing you haven't had luck with medical personnel in your previous schools. Dr. Howlett's a bit...rough around the edges, but he's quite good. Although fair warning- He demands to be called 'Logan'. CX Alright! Meet me in front of the cafetería- I'll be right there. CX

Stranger: I'm sure we can do that, I wouldn't mind at all. Never turn down an opportunity to play chess. -EL I was referring to Shaw. Since he's a senior and leaving, understand the relief. -EL It's alright, I wrote it down to over excitement, that you were one of those overly optimistic and always happy people. -EL When you say rough around the edges, what do you mean? -EL I'll be there, might take some time finding it. -EL

You: Excellent. We can probably borrow the club's set- We store it in Mr. Laufeyson's class, so let me know when you're feeling up to it. CX Right. That makes sense. CX ...Y'know, I'd protest that description, but Raven and most of my friends would probably agree with you, alas. CX Bit of a gruff tone and a no-nonsense manner. You'll see. CX Oh, goodness- Sorry, my friend. It's right in front of the quad, next to the building where you take American History with...Mr. Rogers, I think? It's got a big tree in front of it, can't miss it. CX

Stranger: That'd be great and I'll let you know. That's the tall, lanky guy, with quite long black hair, right? -EL Why do I have a feeling I'd get along so wonderfully with them? Or it could be that I'm simply just right. -EL Oh, good, I thought it was something actually bad. -EL I'm not that far away from the history classroom, just finished up English. Then I know where it is, thank you. -EL

You: Yup! That's him. Did you know he's Mr. Odinson's younger brother? CX Hmph. You probably would! Although you don't have to tease, you know. CX No, no, not at all! I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy his manner- you seem to like a more direct approach, right? CX Perfect! I've just left Chemistry with Dr. Banner. He's brilliant. CX

Stranger: He's nice, I like him. And really? They're related? What do they both teach now again? -EL ...I'm teasing you? How? -EL I'm sure I will, that or the grey area of 'don't really know you but you're not bad so, meh'. That is right though. Don't like dancing around a subject, for example. -EL Oh, yeah, he's good. I had chemistry a couple of days ago. Really nice. -EL

You: Odinson's World History and Laufeyson's Ethics, which...is questionable. Interesting though, I can't deny that. Odinson also coaches the football team, and Laufeyson supervises both debate and the GSA... CX About being right! Or...being playful. Sorry- I feel rather silly now. Feel free to ignore that. CX That makes sense. I suppose we'll see. I've got to drop off some books at the library, but it's right next door, so- if you beat me there, I'll be right by. CX He's brilliant. Between him and Mr. Stark, we've got one of the best science programmes in the state. It's...kind of why I transferred here, haha. cX

Stranger: I have ethics tomorrow, that is going to be fun. He caught me smoking, which apparently you're not allowed to do here... American football? -EL I am right though :) I am not going to ignore that, I'm not a fool. -EL Alright, sounds good to me. Have to go to the library later, right, should have done that. -EL Makes sense actually. My guardians just wanted to get rid of me for a while. -EL

You: Yes, well. There's no denying Laufeyson's brilliant. I'm curious to see what you think of him. And no- smoking's not allowed. You'll have to head off school grounds for that, I'm afraid. CX Yes, that's right. He has all the build for it, too. Although you'll always hear him grumbling that that school's lacking a hockey team. Apparently he and Mr. Laufeyson were born in Norway, and it's a big thing up there. CX Oh, well- I don't mind waiting for you, if you'd like. Logan's known to stay for a while anyway, and that way you can get both things done? CX ...I'm sorry. CX

Stranger: I'm probably going into a more civics based subject choices, I'm sure he's great. He didn't say anything about the smoking, only wanted one himself. So you can leave the school grounds? -EL Ugh, wrong kind of football... But I thought Sweden was the hockey crazy ones? They can Canada but oh well, perhaps it was Norway, same same. -EL Nah, you don't have to, I'll go back and do it. -EL Don't be. -EL

You: That's fascinating! I'm...well, I'm a bit of a nerd, I'm afraid. Biology, Genetics...that's the ticket, for me. And yes- as upperclassmen, We're allowed off school grounds for lunch, if we've got a car or bike. CX There is a regular football team, as well! I'm a rather big fan, which I suppose is very English of me, haha. And- I think it's a scandinavian thing, in general? I could be wrong though. CX Alright. Well- I'm almost done at the library, and I'll walk right over. I won't be long, promise! CX Charles pocketed his phone quickly, smiling at the old librarían as he took the bundle of books. "Thanks, Mr. Lee. I'll see you around!" He said cheerfully in lieu of a goodbye, holding the books to his chest as he walked out of the library. The sun was a bit lower in the sky, but it was still warm and sunny, and Charles took a deep content breath, brushing back a stray lock of hair as he crossed the quad and headed for the cafetería. There were no posters hanging yet, though by the end of the month they'd undoubtedly be decorated with advertisements for Homecoming in a couple of months, and Charles made a mental note to bring it up to Emma at the next student council meeting. He rolled his eyes, knowing Shaw would undoubtedly do his best to shoot down any idea he proposed- he still hadn't quite forgiven Charles for beating him yet again in the national ranking.

Stranger: English had, well, passed along rather slowly. The class was reading some book Erik read ages ago, which he vaguely remembered, at least that was something. But with book and some papers folded neatly together in hand, he walked out of the classroom after staying behind some extra minutes of talking over details of both course and personal matter alike. Technically, he was done for the day now, he only had to return the books he borrowed for the first part of the week and get the ones he needed for the rest couple of days before deciding what he wanted to study. Though he was already sure of that, sciences was fun and all but not really Erik's forte. Pocketing his phone and swinging his bag off of his shoulder to put down the book and papers, Erik glanced up and caught a sight of Charles. While he still had to recognise others, Charles was not one of them. "Hi," Erik greeted as he made his way over, swinging his bag over his shoulder again. "How was...chemistry?"

You: Erik wasn't there yet when Charles arrived, which was alright. He glanced at his phone- it was still pretty early- and resolved to wait, leaning comfortably against one of the pillars in front of the cafetería. Erik-- that was certainly an interesting development. Charles had been under the impression the other boy did not like him on their first meeting, thanks to the one-word answers and the frown that never left his face, no matter how friendly he tried to be- but as it turned out, Erik was...alright. Pleased at the positive outcome, he smiled as he spotted the boy in question exiting the building across and making his way over, bag casually slung over one shoulder and...well. Looking unfairly attractive, if Charles was being perfectly honest, not that he'd say anything. "Hullo." Charles smiled, pushing off the wall, books in one arm. "It was alright. Everything alright in English?"

Stranger: The stack of books in Charles' arms was not only impressive but looked almost ridiculous. Erik couldn't help but to chuckle at that, lifting the top one, a tick pocket of something that did not look remotely interesting... Humming in acknowledgement, he put it back gently as if he dropped all the books would go crashing down out of his friend's arms. "English was...quite boring. I read what we are supposed to be reading now two years ago or so?" Erik questioned nobody in general with a shrug and a sigh, shaking his head ever so slightly. Nor was he allowed to work ahead either. "Alright, anyway, nurse. Logan."

You: Charles raised an eyebrow as Erik lifted the book from the top of the stack, smirking slightly as he returned it quickly. "An Introduction to Genetic Mutations, Fifth edition. It's fun." He said with a shrug, clearly at ease with his peculiar interest. "Follow me?" He offered, and as they began to walk he frowned at Erik's complaint. "Hmm. That's not good- and I know for a fact the teacher in there is utterly impossible when it comes to Reading ahead." He said, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "How about- tomorrow, we'll head to the office? The student advisor might be able to move you up to Advanced or even AP English." Charles said, before smiling sheepishly as they stood in front of the door to the building they needed. "Sorry- d'you mind? Bit occupied." He laughed, still holding the stack carefully.

Stranger: "I'm afraid we have very different definitions of 'fun' when it comes to reading," Erik couldn't help but add, muttering the words as he shook his head ever so slightly once again. How anyone could find such a specific topic intersting to begin with but fun even? That was beyond him. But at the same time, it was highly impressive that he was not only able to understand it but also to read it without falling asleep! "Tomorrow works fine, yeah, I'm supposed to give my preliminary subject choices to them anyway, so, might as well do that while I'm there," Erik said and opened the door for Charles with a smile. "You can't multitask while holding books? Tsk tsk tsk," Erik teased, the corner of his lips tugged upwards into a faint smirk as he pulled out a neatly folded paper from his back pocket. "How do you have time reading all of that?"

You: "Perhaps." Charles grinned, shrugging as Erik looked at the stack warily. "Perfect. I'll wait for you in front of the office then, so it can be cleared up right away. Ms. McTaggert likes me, so I'll put in a good word for you." He winked. Laughing at the joke, Charles carefully stepped inside, turning to wait for Erik with a smile. "Thanks. As for my time-" He said, walking down the hall once more and turning as soon as needed. "I'm actually /quite/ good at multi-tasking. Every moment's an opportunity, after all. And...we're here, to the right." Charles said with a smile, carefully reaching up and knocking on the frosted glass. From inside the room a shuffle and a grumble was audible, the language -colorful- to say the least, before the door swung open and a large, very hairy man open the door with a frown. "Yeah, whaddaya wa- Oh. It's you." Logan said gruffy, arms crossing as he looked down at Xavier with a perpetually grumpy frown. "What've I said about carrying all those books? You're gonna break your back kid, and I sure as shi---/hell/ am not here as a masseuse." He groused, before turning to Erik, then Charles, shaking his head. "New Kid, Boyfriend, or both? Hurry up, I ain't got all day." Charles blushed a bit, coughing on his laugh. "Erik's new, Mr.How-Logan." He amended, smiling mildly. "And he needed to talk you about a medical issue?" Logan sighed, long suffering, before nodding. "Alright, alright. You guys are lucky I didn't fu- I mean, I decided to stay late. So don't get used to this, got it?" He huffed at Erik, before stepping aside to let them in. Charles shook his head, smiling apologetically at Erik. "I don't want to intrude, if it's private."

Stranger: Erik bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing and to appear at least somewhat presentable as the respectable person he liked to appear to be and want to be seen as. "He's right though, your back is going to snap in half," Erik added and turned to Charles with a thin lipped smile, still a hint of a real one underneath because it was all just so amusing. How this man, Logan as he preferred, could be a nurse went over his head, he did not seem like the type. Not at all. "If you don't mind waiting that'd be great, but you don't have to," Erik said, turned to face Charles, offering him a slight but genuine smile before he stepped inside the room. He'd be very glad if he chose to stay but knowing very well that it might not be possible. "I have prescriptions from back home that I need to be approved or something here," Erik began once the door was closed.

You: Rolling his eyes, Charles smirked. "I'm grateful for the concern." He said dryly, before clearing his throat. "I don't mind waiting, actually. Gives me time to put these away." He shrugged, and as soon as Erik and Logan stepped into the office he headed down the hall to his locker, storing half the books inside. The other half were coming home with him, including the book Erik had glanced at. Sitting outside the office, he opened it up and began to read, quickly getting lost in the subject. "Prescriptions?" Logan asked, still frowning but managing to look thoughtful simultaneously all the same. "Usually that stuff's handled by your parent or guardian, kid. However...You're Lehnsherr, right? Just got here from Germany?" For once Logan's voice was a little more gentle, though still gruff. "Alright, so here. I'm gonna give you these forms. You gotta present these to the office with the signatures of a parent or guardian, and as soon as they get that in the system I can have a backup of your meds here. In the meantime..." Logan grumbled as he opened drawers, mumbling what suspiciously sounded like, 'fucking stuffed with crap every time, shitty ass desk, gotta get an organizer or something-' under his breath before he produced the forms and a pad, on which he scribbled quickly and ripped off the page, handing it to Erik. "Here's a pass for the next week to use any time you need a break to take 'em, alright? But, if you abuse that kid, I -will- know." He levelled Erik with a threatening glare, holding it for a second, before sitting back. "But you look Smart, and if Xavier likes you, you can't be that bad." Logan shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Is that it?"

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