#cherik prompt

[fanfiqueiraquenaoescreve]

PLEASE.SOMEONE WRITE A CHERIK FIC WITH LORNA, PIETRO AND WANDA BUT THE INCREDIBLES VIBES. THE ONES THAT I FOUND ON AO3 ARE NOT FINISHED

#cherik #cherik prompt #lorna dane #pietro maximoff #wanda maximoff #dadneto #dad!neto

[tiny-pun]

Hero: Come on, villain, let`s go. villain: Wha- But They- Are you seriously- After what they´ve done to you?! Hero: They´re not worth it. Villain: Okay we really gotta up your game on the whole "teaching a lesson"-thing cause you, hero, are wayyyy to nice! Hero: I like you. How nice can I be ?

#sterek #destiel #writing prompt #fanfic prompt #newtmas #coldflash #supercorp #drarry #catradora #xicheng #wangxian #fengxin #beefleaf #hero x villian #peter b x miguel #lokius #cherik #hannigram

[lehnsherrslover]

cherik au prompts

if i'm being real, most of these are just ideas that i've never worked up the motivation to actually write, but now they're all yours! - erik is the new german exchange student staying with the xaviers for six months. charles thinks he's really fucking hot. - erik and charles, best friends since high school, fall for each other in their senior year of college - charles is the long-suffering husband to erik, who currently happens to be in prison after one spectacularly stupid law-breaking debacle - charles has to go get his car fixed, and oh shit, the mechanic working on it is incredibly attractive - erik really enjoys flirting with that one college professor who always comes into the bar he works at every friday night - charles is a therapist working at the local VA and erik is the recently discharged army veteran with PTSD who he gets assigned to - charles is sick of dealing with aloof, ignorant upper-class associates of his parents'. the rough-around-the-edges member of a biker gang he runs into one night proposes a tempting change in lifestyle - erik is a professional hitman who has been assigned to killing charles xavier. trouble ensues when a connection is made and erik finds himself unable to follow through with the task. - erik is the FBI agent whose partner was recently just murdered on a case. charles is the replacement. - erik, a professional race car driver who has been on an uphill climb in the past two seasons, begins to see his career starting to flunk. charles offers him a chance to race with xavier racing in an effort to get erik back on track (literally) - literally just a hunger games au centered around erik and charles thats it for now, but more will def be on the way some other time

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #xmen #cherik fanfic #fanfic #michael fassbender #james mcavoy #fic prompt

[mearchy]

Another underrated specific trope is when Character A is beating up Character B, and Character B is someone who is completely capable of defending themself but they are so busy being delighted about A fighting them/interacting with them that they are barely lifting a finger. Meanwhile Character A is getting increasingly annoyed/exasperated/frustrated about it.

Like,

A: Stop SMILING you idiot, I’m trying to KILL you.

B: I know! 🥹😄😄

…This can be romantic or parental (you’re doing such a good job sweetie!) or platonic or whatever it’s just consistently so funny.

#writing trope #prompts #writing prompts #writeblr #writing inspo #fanfiction #tropes #character dynamics #cherik #tog #good omens #our flag means death #mormor #tcw #the clone wars #star wars #there are SO MANY STAR WARS PAIRINGS THIS WORKS FOR #oh my god #mine

[joshriku]

drabble request 👀: xmcu cherik’s erik finding out charles has been paralysed

i keep saying 'drabble' and then it gets out of my hands u_u here! post xmfc, bit of altered dofp scene. thank you for the prompt!!!!

Erik grips the headboard tightly.

Charles sleeps so soundly, so peacefully, like nothing has happened to him. Erik’s chest gets smaller, tighter, like not enough blood is being pumped and like the oxygen is out of reach for his lungs. The nurse, still under Emma’s control, keeps talking: 

“It’s a good thing the bullet was removed,” she explains, the weight of the words crashing upon Erik with each intonation. The bullet, so small and light, never truly left his hands. Every time he looks down, he can see it again. “It lessened the neurological effects it could have…”

Erik stops listening. There’s sand everywhere, leaking through his suit, and it’s so, so hot. It’s so hot. When he looks down, Charles is still sleeping, not having moved an inch. 

He removes one of his gloves, cradling his face. He doesn’t wake up. It’s better this way, perhaps, because every time his thoughts trail back to Charles, the thought of his disappointed and heartbroken stare makes him sick. I’m sorry, but we do not. The tremble of his voice, the tears that refused to fall, the pain he must have been in—

And the pain he will continue to be in, because of him—

“I’m sorry,” Erik leans down, pressing his lips against his forehead. It burns him. His skin tastes of sand, of bullets. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so very sorry.”

No reaction. When he turns around, the nurse has left the room, and all that remains is Emma staring at him with what seems to be her version of pity. 

“It shouldn’t have been like this,” Erik says. He gestures at Charles. “It should have never ended like this. This—this is a mistake. It can’t be like this.”

“Erik…”

“No, I could—” he runs a hand through his hair. “An exo-skeleton suit, is that what they call it? I could make one for him—I could—the pins in his spine, I could—”

“Erik,” Emma says, firmer, the sympathy in her eyes gone. “You can’t fix this.”

A broken cry threatens to escape his throat. He turns around to stare at Charles, still sleeping, and would still be when Erik left, unaware he was ever here. And perhaps that’s for the better, isn’t it? Erik’s caused him a lifelong injury. Every time he wanted to get up, he’d remember Erik did this to him. Every time he took a breath, he’d remember the mistake he made when he trusted Erik. He loved him as he was, and Erik retaliated with a bullet to his spine.

Charles would never forgive him.

“You can’t fix it,” Emma repeats, a bit softer, reaching out to move him. “We have to go, Erik, I can’t keep the rest of the staff frozen any longer.”

Erik nods. 

He takes a second to hold Charles’ hand again, kiss it. “I’m sorry.”

Even if he never forgave him, the least Erik could do is change the world for him. Make the world a better place, for him and for all mutants. 

“Erik,” Emma urges again.

Erik gives him one last look, grabs his helmet, and leaves with Emma.

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“I’m sorry, Charles…  for what happened,” Erik says. The apology hurts less to say, but carries the same meaning. Ten years did that to a person. “I truly am.”

Charles takes a sip of his drink, avoids his eyes, and focuses on the board in front of them. It’d be an admirable strength of feat, if Erik couldn’t see how hard he’s trying to not look at him. 

“I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Erik continues, a bit addicted to the feeling of confessing this guilt. “I hope—I hope by stopping this madness, I could—”

“I don’t…” Charles stops. It silences Erik immediately. When Charles looks back at him, Erik finds it hard to hold his gaze. But he does. He hasn’t stared at him in so long—being able to do it again, it’s downright hypnotizing. His next words pull Erik out of his little fantasy, though: “I don’t forgive you.”

“I know. I—”

“I don’t forgive you because I don’t blame you,” Charles finishes. Another sip, like it could give him more strength, but once he realizes his glass is almost empty he sets it aside. “I did, at first. I wanted to—oh, so badly,  I wanted to hate you.”

“Charles…”

“The first few nights at the hospital, I would sleep through it all. Until the anesthesia wore off, and it was as though—” he tries gesturing with his hand, but there are no gestures that encapsulate what he must have felt. “I don’t think I could describe it. I would ask my legs to move, and they would not. Every time I woke up, I thought, perhaps this time it’ll work. And every time it didn’t, I wanted to curse you. Just curse your name and blame you for every single thing. And I couldn’t.”

“Why?” Erik asks. Does he sound hoarse? “Why couldn’t you?”

“You loved me, back then,” Charles says. “I knew you would never hurt me like that, willingly. How could I blame you for an accident?”

Charles looks shocked by his own words. Erik’s chest tightens. 

“I only ever blamed you for leaving. I wanted you to be there, to be with me through this change. To adapt with me. To… just be there,” Charles shakes his head. “How foolish of me, truly.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I hope… with time, you can forgive me for that, then. And if not—” Erik tries to reach out with his hand. Charles doesn’t respond to it. “If not, I will still not leave.”

Charles chuckles. He looks at Erik as if asking, how could I ever believe you again? 

“Logan… Logan says we sent him, together,” Charles tentatively brushes his fingers against Erik’s. It’s not enough. He could be under Charles’ skin and still not begin to make up everything he missed. “I suppose we shall see, then.”

Erik swallows. He needs to close the space between them, he needs to hold him, he needs to—he needs to—

Erik leans back. “You have the first move.”

Charles looks at the chess board as if he forgot its existence. “It’s been a while since I played.”

“I’ll go easy on you,” Erik promises, slightly teasing, and for the first time in a decade he stops tasting sand.

#cherik #writing #asks #thank u sm for this prompt sorry i took so long!

[neeruwu]

reverse trope thing, but it's just a cherik bingo

#cherik #xmen #reverse trope writing prompts #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr

[adorablelabratclub]

Pinterest is an absolute goldmine

#erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #james mcavoy #michael fassbender #magneto #professor x #xmen #cherik #charles and erik #charles x erik #xmcu #cherik prompts #xmen first class #xmfc #fassavoy #pinterest are you okay

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Reclusive Charles who, thanks to his telepathy, can’t stand being around people.

Oddly enough, he lives next door to reclusive Erik who has been hurt too much and is always on edge around people as a result.

One of them has started baking and realizes they need a cup of sugar.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #fic prompt? #idk

[mnemo-ink]

I can’t help but think about the only King Charles I care about, that is Charles Xavier.

New prompt idea: Charles intending to stop the monarchy but he has to be officially crowned to have the power to do so, and his anti-monarchy boyfriend Erik just vibrating in the corner waiting and making Charles very very tired.

But also, imagine Charles getting fitted in his coronation clothes, and Erik before seeing it being like:

#cherik #my prompt #royalty au

[mischievous-thunder]

And you succeed ✨

#loki #mobius m mobius #loki tv series #imagine your otp #fanfiction ao3 #incorrect marvel quotes #mcu avengers memes #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #lokius #ineffable husbands #geraskier #symbrock #sambucky and yennskier #destiel #hannigram #stucky #wolfstar and drarry #cherik and nagron #otp writing prompts

[more-profound-bond]

It almost 4 a.m. and I can't sleep, 'cause I'm thinking 'bout them 😩:

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #no thoughts head empty just these two #i'm literally obsessed #honestly can't sleep because my head is stuck with cherik #i just have so many questions #so many ideas #so many prompts #i'm never gonna be the same again #they'll be taking over my brain for the next few days #so prepare yourself

[bardicious]

AU where Raven runs away from home when she realizes she has a crush on Charles. She meets Erik one day through her own travels, and tells him that there are more people like them, bringing him back to the old Xavier mansion to see Charles again, but it's empty. Turns out after Charles' dissertation, he disappeared off the face of the planet, no one even seems to remember him.

#Between Rage and Serenity #xmen #cherik #xmen movieverse #xmen dofp #xmen first class #xmen apocalypse #raven darkholme #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #thoughts are he's abducted by mr sinister #but I aint got no more thoughts after that lmaoooo #I think it might have easily been something raven would do #embarrassed by her feelings or maybe she confesses to charles #but he doesn't feel the same way because he views her as his sister #and then she leaves broken hearted #xmen prompts #xmen first class prompts #maybe if I write more au ideas I will manifest the capability to write the whole thing

[jackyjango]

Cherik Polls -12/?

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #Charles is a cold blooded animal #he’ll pull in the whole blanket over himself prompting Erik to snuggle closer to him #when he realises the effect he gets a new reason to steal the blanket #cherik polls #jjcherik

[pullakori]

Cherikweek 2023

Day 5. Gladiators

The crowd's wild cheering was only partly muffled by the heavy doors that led to the arena. It was almost time to fight. Erik cheked the arrows in his quiver, the shortswords on belt hips and the daggers strapped to his thighs. Each one in its place and ready to see some action. All in all, he was confident that this fight was going to be, if not easy, then at least not life threatening.

At least for him.

Erik turned to look at Charles, who was leafing through his spell book and muttering to himself. Erik could tell he was nervous about the upcoming battle. And for a good reason, he wasn't even supposed to be here, but their party's innitial plans hadn't gone as they had hoped for, so now the wizard was stuck here with Erik.

"At least they let you keep your spell book." Erik tried to encourage the half-elf. If Charles had been forced to fight without his magic, the situation would have been much more dire.

"And my circlet, as without it, half of my spells wouldn't work." Charles chuckled, but it sounded incredibly forced.

"Well, just let me know when you need me to back away from our opponents so you won't hit me with your fireballs or whatever you have in there." He half-joked, pointing at the book. He had heard stories about adventurers who had gotten in the way of spelcasters' powerful spells, and the results were usually devastating. They hadn't travelled together for long, but Erik had gathered that Charles was very skilled arcane mage and no doubt could keep himself safe in the arena.

"Ummm..." Charles wasn't meeting Erik's eyes as he licked his lips, seemingly trying to find his words. Suddenly Erik had a very bad feeling about this. "Is this a bed time to tell you that I don't have any offensive spells?" Charles finally managed to ask and finally turning to look at Erik with a pained smile.

"WHAT!?" Erik's shout made Charles flinch and the slightly pointed tips of his ears turned red with his cheeks. "Please tell me you're joking right now." Erik pleaded, but from Charles' expression, he could tell that wasn't the case. "Why don't you know any offensive spells?!" The question came out like an angry snarl.

"I'm just not very good with violence." Charles uttered and Erik pinched the bridge of his nose. He tried to keep his frustration at bay, but it was becoming more difficult every second. Charles was, to say it simply, squishy. He wasn't dexterious like Mystique or Erik, nor was he strong like Moira or Hank. He didn't even have an armor. Magic was all he had and it started to look like even that wasn't enough.

"Why haven't you told us this before?" Erik managed to ask. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Charles attack with his spells, but this felt like something that should have been said aloud at some point of their travels.

"It has never come up. And I wasn't even supposed to be here." Charles tried to explain.

"But why would you become an adventurer without knowing how to fight?" It must have been his sheltered life, Erik decided. No one who knew anything about the real world would go out there without some ability to defend themselves.

"I have a dagger." Charles protested, almost sounding offended. "And not everything has to be solved with violence."

"But some things have to be." Erik retorted and for a moment the two of them just stood there, staring at each other in stalemate.

Finally, Erik let out a sigh.

"Well, there is nothing we can do about the situation now." He said as the sound of fanfare sounded outside. They were out of time. "Just stay close to me. Mystique and Moira will have my head if you die on my watch." He didn't mention, that he would likely miss the other man too. They hadn't known each other more than few weeks, but somehow the half-elf had managed to get way closer to him than anyone for a long time.

"I know how to take care of myself, my friend." Charles assured him as their doors opened and for a moment the sunlight blinded them.

"Sure you can, Lord Xavier." Erik remarkes as he walked into the arena, looking at the other fighters and studying them.

"Don't call me that." Charles grumpled, but stayed close to Erik, murmuring a spell and for a moment the saphire and the runes on his circlet glowed faintly. Charles touched his own chest and and from that point a soft magical force surrounded his whole body, before vanishing from sight along with the glow from his circlet.

"Fighters, prepare your weapons!" The announcer shouted and Erik pulled his longbow off his back. None of the other fighters was so close that he would need to use his short swords yet. He glanced at Charles, who had his spell book on one hand and his dagger on other.

Erik was going to do evweything in his power to make sure that Charles wouldn't need to use it.

#I might have taken some liberties with today's prompt #but this is where my plot bunny sent me so i had to follow #cherikweek2023 #cherik #d&d au #erik is human ranger #charles is half elf wizard

[magnetosfavorite]

Cherik fic promt Cuba divorce doesn't happen and Erik and Charles just snuggle when they go home

thank you for these you're amazing!! this ended up a bit long 💜

(if y'all like this, send me a prompt pls)

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charles's ears are still ringing, the blinding agony of the coin splitting his -- shaw's -- brain fading but the ghost of it still behind his temples, when erik stumbles out of the submarine.

"charles," he says, voice raw. there are tears in his eyes. "we need to get out of here."

xx

the teleporter takes them home, in the end, in exchange for them letting him and the others go, and maybe a tiny bit of persuasion from charles.

the children are watching erik with weary eyes, all except for raven, who's always seen him for what he was.

"there's blood on your suit," charles says quietly. "go and change, alright?" i'll follow you in a moment, he sends. erik had thought he'd be afraid to be inside his head again, but there he is.

numbly, because charles told him to, he walks upstairs and peels the flight suit off. an indeterminate amount of time passes with erik standing underneath the shower before charles is in his head: i set out some clothes. come on, now.

charles is sitting on the bed when he walks out. his shoulders are tight and he's sitting a bit awkwardly, but he doesn't look afraid. he's showered and changed, himself. he's in his pajamas and a crewneck that might be erik's, cozy and warm-looking. he's set out a tracksuit, and erik pulls it on. it feels insane that he's at home, in sweatpants, hours after he murdered the man who killed his mother. shouldn't the world be titling on its axis?

"moira's handling the cia," charles says softly. "no one fired. i think it's going to be alright."

"okay." erik hadn't thought much about it. he'd had one goal, and it was complete, and he had never thought about what was next.

"come here, would you?" charles sighs, sounding impatient. erik sits down next to him, hands in his lap, not sure where's he welcome. he knows without a doubt that he did the right thing, that he did what he needed to do. but charles has never seen him kill before, and he'd had a front row seat.

charles answers the question he didn't ask. "we're just going to lay down a little while, alright? then we'll figure out what comes next.”

erik nods minutely, letting charles tug him down onto the pillows, and when charles snakes his arms around erik's front, something cracks.

he vaguely registers that he's crying, which is fucking ridiculous and makes no sense.

"you're just relieved," charles murmurs. "it's okay. it's over. it's over now, and we're home."

he ends up with his face against charles's shoulder, breathing raggedly, charles hushing him. they stay like that for awhile, until the weight lifts off erik's chest.

"i love you," erik says, after awhile.

"and i love you."

"i thought it'd feel different."

"i know," charles sighs.

"i don't know what comes next."

"for now, we're just going to stay right here," charles tells him, his thumb stroking the soft hair on the back of erik's neck. "okay?"

#cherik #cherik fic #iwillshipyouman #if you like this send me a prompt pls #my fic

[joshriku]

Hello hello if you're doing cherik drabbles would you be interested in writing something about Charles having a chronic pain flare-up please? Thanks ever so i love your creative genius 👍

I KNOW I SAID DRABBLES BUT I SAW THE WORD COUNT FOR THIS REACHING 1.1K AND I WAS LIKE OOPS MY BAD. thank you for your lovely compliment i am really flattered you'd think im a creative genius :')

“I think Charles and I will be calling it a night,” Erik says, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“We are?” Charles asks, blinking through the fog. How long has it been since he stopped listening to the conversation? He can’t seem to recall. The window had just felt so comfortable to stare at. 

“We’re tired,” Erik stands up, dusts off his pants, and smiles apologetically at the rest. “It’s our bed time.”

“You know how it is,” Charles says, as if he’s been aware of this conversation the entire time. He makes to move his hands to the wheels, trying to push through the pins and needles that seem to be stabbing at him, and grins. “We simply aren’t as youthful as we used to be.”

“Oh, Professor, we know you’re as youthful as ever,” Jean says back, grinning, but the meaning of the words are a little lost. Maybe she said that. He can hear her, but the words are… hard to grasp. Perhaps Erik did the right thing when he called it a night.

Erik’s mental, soft laughter cuts through the fog of his thoughts easily. Of course I did.

They say their goodbyes to Jean and Scott and make their way through the mansion, suspiciously quiet. There’s a chance Erik’s aware of the tension building on his shoulders, the tugging on his shoulder blades, the ever-tired forearms, and—

“Of course I can,” Erik opens the door to their bedroom easily. “I have been feeling some, ah, phantom pains for the past thirty minutes.”

All right, so he had been zoning out for thirty minutes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to project.”

“I don’t mind,” he replies, undressing. Charles begins his own undressing, too, but getting the sleeves out of his arm is a little more painful than usual. He hisses when he does so until Erik comes around, helps a little. “I figured it out earlier than that, though. You looked uncomfortable.”

“Do you think the rest noticed?”

“No. I simply know you too well,” he smiles. “Do you mind transferring to the bed? I left my robe inside the bathroom. I’ll be back soon.”

Charles nods. It’s a little hard to form thoughts, now that he’s aware of how much his body is hurting. He’s sore. The continuous wave of pain settles in the pit of his stomach, bile threatening to rise up. Right. So it’s one of those days. He swallows, breathing in and out. Do you want me to wait for you in any position, or…?

On your stomach, if you can. Let me know if not.

No, no. I can do it.

It takes a bit of maneuvering—his arms are definitely not in condition to be pushed right now—but eventually, his cheek meets his mattress, and the momentary relief of not being sitting down crashes down upon him. As he basks in it, though, the tugging at his shoulder blades grows stronger. There are no right positions for these arms, are there? Putting them on his side worsens the strain, and straightening it triggers pain on the lower half and it extends to his hand, and—

“I am here,” Erik says, calmly sitting down next to him. Charles turns his head slightly, just to see him. He has a little box with him, no doubt carried out of the bathroom. “Now, I don’t promise to be as good as your physical therapist…”

“Don’t worry,” Charles’ lips tilt up again. “I’m sure you’re better.”

He tries to not hiss when the cool of the lotion is poured on his back, but before he can complain about it, Erik’s warm hands follow it up. The sigh he exhales—oh, it’s heavenly. The way his thumbs dig into it, the pressure against the muscle, it makes the pain recede ever so slightly. His fingertips travel up until they meet his shoulders and there we go.

“Good?” Erik asks, sounding pleased. “I can hear your thoughts again.”

“Better than good,” Charles breathes out as he continues. His thumbs slide down with some pressure from the base of his neck to the end of his column, and it’s so, so good, he could fall asleep again. “Are you a physiotherapist in your free time?”

“I’m many things,” Erik replies. His hands go up again, and then his thumbs start digging at the base of his skull—Charles lets out a yelp. “Oh, I’m sorry. But you are so tense.”

His thumbs move in a circular motion, trying to release the stress, and Charles grips his sheets so hard he’s scared of rupturing them. 

“Have you been stressed?” Erik asks.

“Not particularly,” Charles answers between hisses. “I think—ah—I think it’s one of those days.”

“I figured,” he mumbles, finally letting go of the torture, and to his own surprise he does feel a little lighter. Sore, yes, but lighter. Erik’s hands do their magnificent work on his left arm, too. “Are all your meds in order?”

“Yes. I think nothing a muscle relaxer can’t fix,” he says. “Thank you, Erik. I’m sorry our evening got cut short.”

“There will be other evenings,” Erik assures him. Lie on your back. I want to do the other side. “Besides, we are still together, so our evening is still going.”

“Yes, but you know,” slowly, he does as he was told—mobility is a little less painful now. Erik was a miracle worker. “We still had plans.”

“I’m sure your students can handle just fine if you go to sleep at ten today,” Erik teases, grabbing the arm once Charles gets himself in position. “We have been through this.”

“Right. No apologizing over this.”

“See? You do know better,” he finishes at last, moving his hands to his bare chest. His hands slide up, gently pressing against the chest muscles. Charles exhales once more. “Tell me more. Do you think this will last until tomorrow?”

“I hope not, but I will only know when I wake up. So unpredictable, these things.”

Erik hums. He leans back, putting away the box with the lotions, and standing up. He’s finally feeling good enough to wheel himself back to the bathroom and do his own routine.

“Thank you so much,” he says as he sits up, while Erik starts lying down. He does give in to the urge to lean down and kiss him, even if his back briefly protests over it. “Where would I be without you?”

Erik watches him as he leans back, going to his chair, thankful that his arms no longer protest and fall asleep on him. 

“I ask myself that about you, every day,” Erik says back.

#cherik #writing #yay thank u for the prompt!!!!!!!!!!!! #asks