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starwarsgirl198 · 1 month
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GIFs belong to the X-Men: Dark Phoenix movie, I am using them as references for how my own telekinetic/telepathic OCs use their powers, though turning things into dust is the telekinetic part of their powers. This is why when I first make an OC, I use this first before anything else. I am obsessed with telekinetic/telepathic mutants/metahumans which is why Friday the 13th: New Blood was my favorite movie.
I am well aware that some horror fans will not like that movie and I can respect that so please be respectful to me and don't bash me. Jamie and my horror movie OCs use their powers to kill like this.
The collar and headband are what mutants/metahumans who have telepathic/telekinetic powers wear.
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kiraxcute · 5 months
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Dark Phoenix is better than The Marvels and that's a fucking opinion
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And I really really dislike how Jean is being treated by her own friends. It’s like they never knew to begin with and is like “we never knew to begin with”,
Is it just me or does it just seem like Jean is losing control of herself because of her powers,
and yet X-Men which is supposed to be a story about discrimination or rather not to discriminate, is rather showing itself to discriminate against it’s own kind.
It’s a story not about civil rights or rather if it’s supposed to be it’s being shown horribly. Professor X preaches about control in which case places the blame of any x-men who can’t control themselves as the villain. He’s basically saying that we decide whether or not we will be the villains or if society labels you as such, it’s clearly you’re fault.
It’s one thing to deliberately like Magneto does. Or even what Wanda does in the MCU movies,
it’s another to lose control like Jean does because it’s all overwhelming for her. Throughout the film she worries about whether or not she’s a monster, about hurting other people and even warns Raven not to get close
She never wanted to hurt Raven
And yet Ororo goes on with this line to Scott that Raven’s death was an accident:
“It wasn’t an accident Scott. She killed Raven. Maybe you can’t admit that to yourself or them, but it’s the truth.”
Scott replies, “That was not Jean, not the Jean I know”
And Orora answers with this
“Sometimes. You want to believe people are something that they are not, and then by the time you realize who they are, it’s too late.”
WHAT A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT! This coming from someone who in the last movie said that she was treated like a demon by her own people because of her powers. You would think that from a bunch of people who’ve experienced prejudice they’d be hesitant to do the same with one of their own, especially someone whose supposed to be a longtime friend. I like really wanted to punch
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undercovercannibal · 3 months
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Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr + chess
1. X-Men (2000) 2. X-Men: First Class (2011) 3. X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) 4. X-Men: Dark Phoenix (2019)
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scottxlogan · 7 months
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@giftober 2023 | Day #14: "Reunion". Charles and Erik meet up again at the end of Dark Phoenix.
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xaviersjames · 2 months
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My favourite thing about him in this film? That little streak of grey in his hair. It's the PRETTIEST thing in the entire world I could cry.
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eatlembasbread · 2 months
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me? oh yeah I'm fine I'm just thinking about how Charles Xavier loved everyone even if they were nobody, but no one loved him when he was a nobody
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tbh shoutout to whoever pitched the idea for xmen first class and was like yeah bald dude in a wheelchair needs to be a SLUT and magnet guy needs to be a dramatic, stylish diva and they also need to have more chemistry than any other onscreen pairing in marvel ever and sexual tension that you could cut with a knife
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layla4567 · 11 months
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Imagine: A relaxing shower after training
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Peter Maximoff x Female reader
Summary: You were practicing hand-to-hand fighting with Quicksilver, even though they both have superpowers, Professor Xavier insisted that we practice other forms of fighting just in case.
Warning: Smut, naked bodies, p in v, fingering
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I don't know why the professor insisted on this, it's ridiculous-you thought-you could incinerate your opponent in a matter of seconds and it's almost impossible (if not impossible) for them to catch Peter with their super speed. Anyway, here we were.
You were wearing a black crop top and gray sports cloth pants and you had your hair tied up for comfort. You went to the training room, there were several tarps on the floor and Peter was waiting for you sitting on one of them
Peter saw you appear in your workout clothes and thought it made your figure stand out but he just scoffed and said
"You finally show up, I've been waiting for you for hours"-he stood up
Speedy (as you liked to call him) was wearing an army green short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy black training pants.
"Oh sorry-you said ironically- it's not my fault SOMEONE is running at the speed of light."
"You are forgiven precious, luckily I am compassionate with those who go to the rhythm of a snail"-he finished with a smirk
sparks began to emanate from your fingers as if you had all the fireworks in the palm of your hands while your gaze hardened
Peter's face turned pale, he was scared when you did that. That's why he knew he didn't have to make you angry
"Uhmm w-well how about we start training before you burn down the place?"
First both stretched a bit so as not to hurt their muscles and then the training began. You practiced with your fists dodging each other, Peter was tempted to use his super speed but held back because the rule was no super powers. You was throwing kicks and Peter barely dodged them.
Suddenly you took his right arm and with a stunt you wrapped your legs around his arm and threw him to the ground, with a hold you raised your hips slightly up so that Peter can't escape the hold.
He didn't expect that, so when he was lying on the floor, scared, he exclaimed
"Time out! I give up!!"
You loosened your legs on his arm and he stood up quickly, holding out his hand so you could get up.
"Since when did you learn to do that?"-Peter said still surprised but still smiling.
There are things you don't know about my Pet..-you said mysterious
"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"
"Shut up"
You rolled your eyes and went to your room to take a shower, you were tired and sweaty
You entered your room and prepared the clothes that you were going to use later. You put on your bed a jean and a red shirt. You grabbed a robe and began to undress, dropping your crop top and pants on the floor.
After that you went to the bathroom and opened the tap letting the water run. You made sure that the water is warm enough not to freeze you but not so hot it burns you. You put a hand under the rain while you felt the warm drops slip through your fingers. You waved your hand as soon as the water began to heat up, removed your robe and stepped into the shower.
Peter was running through the halls when he heard the sound of water running from the shower in your room. He was too tired to go to his room on the other side of the mansion and that's when a naughty idea crossed his mind, but he didn't want to be intrusive or bother you, but damn he liked you so much. He decided to sneak into your room thinking if what he was about to do was right or not.
Your door never had a key, at least not during the day, which is why Peter was able to get in easily. The boy saw your clothes lying on the floor and approached your bathroom door.
He knocked three times on the door
"Y/n! Are you there?"-But of course she's there, idiot, where would she be?
You were enjoying the water falling on your face when you felt the blows and the voice of Peter, you shuddered. What was Peter doing here? What did he want now?
"Uh yes Peter I'm here and In case you didn't notice, I'm taking a shower"
"Ye-yeah I know and that's the point I-Uhmm"-He was too nervous to speak
You started to get impatient and feel somewhat uncomfortable when you heard those words..
"Can I shower with you?"
A wave of modesty washed over you, you suddenly felt vulnerable. Showering with Peter? It was something you wouldn't have imagined. Clearly you liked the boy but this was something intimate. But a feeling of adrenaline began to rise through your belly and you didn't know why
Peter had his eyes tightly closed, regretting having exclaimed those words. He was starting to walk away when he heard you say
"Ok, you can come in"
Speedy couldn't believe it, shyly opened the door. He took off his clothes and piled them on the toilet seat. He slightly opened the shower curtain and entered with you closing his eyes
You were waiting for him face to face, the first thing you saw was Peter with his eyes closed so you laughed but then your eyes began to slowly go down to his torso. He had well worked pectorals, his white skin seemed soft and he was tempting you. You kept looking down until you reached her stomach, it looked like a Greek sculpture, and her small waist made you want to hug him and feel his skin in your hands.
You kept looking at his stomach until a thought quickly crossed your mind: Don't keep going down, don't keep going down! And you looked up and to the right blushing and covering your body with your arms
Can I open my eyes now? -When he heard you tell him "yes", he slowly opened one first and then the other and blushed
He looked away out of respect but he couldn't resist and he saw your body again, it was even more beautiful than he thought. You still looked down in embarrassment while covering your private parts. But thighs were still showing, and that's where Peter's eyes went. You had one leg in front of the other, resting your whole body on one of them, which made you look delicious. Peter looked at your hips, you weren't a supermodel but for him it was as if the gods themselves had sculpted you. Your rounded hips gave shape to your waist and accentuated it. Peter's pupils dilated.
Now Peter's eyes were on your shoulders, they ran through your body as if it were a manuscript and ended up on your collarbones to then look at your wet neck. He wanted so much to kiss it and feel the taste of your skin
Peter noticed that you were uncomfortable so he told you not to worry about what it was going to be like if he wasn't there. So he grabbed a sponge, a soap and began to rub his body without looking at you
Slowly you stopped covering your body with your arms and you thanked him with your eyes and turned your back to face the hot rain, it felt so good. You closed your eyes letting the water fall on your body and slide on your skin. The drops seemed to play a race along your legs. They started at your belly and slid down your hips. Meanwhile, Peter was concentrating on not looking at your butt as he rubbed his neck and back with the sponge.
The boy sneakily approached you a little closer to moisten the sponge. Since Peter was taller than you, you felt his warm breath near your ear, he was closer than he should have been. Suddenly and delicately you felt fine fingers pass through the sides of your hip. They slid from top to bottom following the drops of water as if he wanted to clean them. You felt a chill even though the water was hot
His touches were soft, he passed a hand around your waist caressing it slowly, his movements were delicate as if he were molding a sculpture.
"Peter.."-You said almost in a whisper to turn your head and look at him
He looked at you smiling mischievously. You decided to stick closer to his body as you tipped your head back and placed it on his shoulder near his neck to give him more space. Now that you was completely close to him, Peter dropped the sponge and placed both his hands on the sides of your waist. Another shiver ran through your body at the feel of his grip. Peter's hands, manly, went down from your waist to your hips and near the lower area of ​​your belly, reaching your buttocks where he left a small pinch. You moaned but not in pain.
Peter's hands embraced you, they ran through your body as if he wanted to leave paint marks on it, you closed your eyes while your breathing quickened and your toes curled. His left hand went up to your breasts while the other went down to your privacy. First he caressed you on the outside while you didn't know where to hold on to keep from falling to your knees so you placed one hand behind his neck and your other hand grabbing Peter's wrist that was below.
When Peter inserted a finger into your intimate area, you let out a small moan while throwing your head back even more. You felt your lips throb and he liked that. He began to stimulate you by making circles with his finger on your clitoris, the rhythm varied, first they were slow and then fast.
"Oh my god Peter please..!"-you gasped pleadingly then bit your lips
You felt that you were about to cum and you didn't know if you could keep holding yourself back for longer
But Peter didn't give you rest, with your head thrown back he began to place wild, hungry kisses on your neck. The hand that was in your privacy came up and grabbed your jaw. Peter kissed every inch of your neck and jaw as if he were going to devour you, you did nothing but moan with pleasure and purr like a cat. Peter went down to your collarbones and left wet kisses
Tired of being the one receiving and not being able to touch his body, you turned around abruptly and your lips found him. You grabbed his face feeling needy and kissed him voraciously. His tongue explored yours while his hands cupped your ass. They both moan without taking off their mouths.
Peter grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around his hips as he pinned you against the damp shower wall. The sprinter reaffirmed his grip by placing his hands on your thighs and encircling them.
"Are you ready?"-he asked with his pulse racing
You nodded hastily and impatiently, there was no need to ask anything, you just wanted to have it inside of you now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you felt his hips loosen inside you, a surge of pleasant electricity ran through your body from head to toe and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. His thrusts were delicate at first but they increased in speed as Peter noticed that the first sensation of pain had disappeared and there was no risk of hurting you. Your body was hitting the wall at a considerable rate but you was enjoying it. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot water. Your wet hair fell over your shoulders and chest while Peter's fell over his forehead almost covering his eyes. He rose and rose like the temperature, the mirror was fogged up while some of the water fell on Peter's back and torso
God looked so good with his broad back and the raindrops running down his shoulders, it made you feel more feverish. He looked like a maddened bull, his muscles tensed and concentrating on keeping up.
Suddenly Peter threw his head back with his eyes closed and panting he said
"I think I'm about to cum baby"
and said and done with a hoarse growl from Peter you felt the walls of your interior fill with something warm
But he wanted to continue a little more until you did the same so approaching your ear he whispered
"Come on, now cum for me please"-He begged for it like a wounded or helpless animal
Goddamn Maximoff
You closed your eyes and grabbed his hair tightly while our bodies moved frantically up and down like in a fast dance and when you couldn't take it anymore you felt your fluids shoot up.
Maximoff put you back on the ground gently, their bodies felt exhausted and your legs trembled slightly. You turned off the faucet while you two caught your breath and got out of the shower. Peter came out first and wrapped a towel around his hip and held out his hand to help you out as he put on the robe you had come in with.
You finished drying yourself in your room and getting dressed, You expected Peter to do the same but he hadn't brought his clothes. When you pointed it out to him, he ran out of your room even with his robe around his waist. When he ran through the corridors he left small puddles of water. You laughed imagining the poor fool slipping and falling (if Peter hadn't already).
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Professor X was walking through the corridors with his wheelchair when he saw a puddle of water in front of him
"How strange, where does this water come from?"
He saw that Hank was coming up behind him and asked him
"Do you happen to know why there are puddles of water all over the hallway?"
"No idea, maybe the janitor forgot to dry the floor"-Hank said casually.
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I leave this and slowly walk away...
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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months
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Jean: stop!
Jean sends out a shockwave, sending Y/N right into a support beam…
Jean: baby!? (Cries)
Y/N pulls themselves off, quickly healing…
Y/N: can’t die, remember? Jean are you alright?
Jean just hugs them, sobbing…
Y/N: you’re my home Jean. And I will never leave you
Y/N looks one last time to the rest of the X-Men before Jean flies them both away…
Xavier: they’ll be back
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For @konstantin609
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tygerland · 9 months
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Beau is Afraid (2023)
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Jumping on this train with some X-Men
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martianbugsbunny · 9 months
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Love the ending (and ONLY the ending) of Dark Phoenix bc it means Charles and Erik don't just get to be old together, they get to grow old together
They get to watch the lines and the wrinkles form on each other's faces; they get to see all of the events that shape those lines, like the way Charles gets a permanent crinkle between his eyebrows from sighing at the prankster students and the way Erik learns to smile so often that he gets proper crow's feet
Charles gets to see Erik's hair go grey, and then white, and he gets to run his fingers through that white hair even when his hands are gnarled and veiny and shake a little bit
They get to play thousands of games of chess together, day in and day out, night after night, until they have difficulty remembering all the rules and they're not as good at planning strategy as they used to be
All of the mutants they help, they get to watch grow up together; they get to see those mutants get married and have children and then they get to see those children grow up as well and neither of them ever has to feel alone again because in finding each other, Erik and Charles started a community that provides them both with more family than they ever imagined having
And eventually they get to die together, within days or weeks of each other, and be buried side by side after having lived the best years of their lives that same way
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exdeputysonso · 1 month
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Brad Dourif as Reiger | Phoenix (1995)
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Xmen but it’s that cursed bald Freddy picture as Professor X
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xaviersjames · 21 days
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They're obsessed with each other and I'm obsessed with them.
Hi lovelies!! It's finally here! My very first fic for Cherik Fic Month! I'm so excited to share it with you all!
For this specific fic, I used prompts number 8 and 26; that's Domestics and Cooking.
I hope you all enjoy!!
Sweetest Midnight
The wedding is in two months. Charles Xavier gets to marry his best friend; the love of his life. It still feels surreal sometimes, and he’s often caught staring at the gold band of metal on his finger, marveling, or running his thumb over it—sometimes slipping it off to reveal the cursive string of words etched on the inside, reading serenity, with you.
Two taps, Erik had once said, Just give it two taps if ever you need me, and I’ll be there. I’ll feel it, Charles.
Charles looks at it now, underneath the warm yellow desk light of his study table. He runs a hand through his hair as he sorts through his papers; he’s finally done. A lot earlier than usual; it’s midnight and everyone is asleep—including his Erik, on the couch in the corner of the room.
That’s one of the things Charles loves about Erik—maybe it has to do with the fact that they don’t get to spend much time alone together throughout the day, both having classes to teach and training to do, but since he moved into the mansion, he never lets Charles stay up by himself. No matter how tired he is, if Charles has work to do and decides to stay up late, Erik will stubbornly follow him, dragging a blanket along—in case I fall asleep, which I won’t, he always says.
Of course, he always does.
“Erik, darling,” he calls softly before standing and shuffling over to the couch, trailing two fingertips gently over Erik’s brow. “Let’s move to bed.”
Erik whines softly, curling his blanket tighter around himself. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. Charles sighs softly. The last time Erik stayed on the couch the entire night, he didn’t stop complaining about several aches in his body the next day.
He kneels next to the couch and uses a single hand to cup Erik’s jaw. “Please?” he whispers. Erik stirs again, still in the safe space between dreams and reality. Probably without meaning to, he projects a snippet of one of those dreams to Charles.
The taste of cool ice cream is in his mouth all of a sudden, the smell of warm chocolate all-encompassing.
Charles looks at Erik incredulously, fondness seeping from his pores.
He’s dreaming about sweets, Charles thinks to himself, that’s the most precious thing in the world, my God.
“You want dessert, darling?” Charles says through a laugh, burying his face in Erik’s arm.
“Mhm,” Erik murmurs sleepily.
“If you could have anything in the world right now,” Charles says into Erik’s skin, “What would it be?”
It’s a question he asks Erik frequently.
The thing about Erik is that he doesn’t know how to ask for things; he’s not used to being spoiled—and the thing about Charles is that he’s more generous than he lets on. All he does is give, and give, and give.
So Charles asks the question as if it’s hypothetical. And that gives Erik an excuse to ask for what he needs, and it gives Charles an excuse to give him exactly that.
His answer is what Charles expects.
“Brownies,” Erik whispers as his eyes open into narrow slits, gray-green and glittering in the low light.
Charles giggles. It’s another thing of theirs.
The Red Barn Bakery has some of the best brownies in town and Erik is obsessed with them. The two of them are always looking for an excuse to go get brownies and a coffee and neither of them are ever complaining about it.
“You’ll have to get up, then,” Charles sing-songs and laughs as Erik groans. Charles—still fully dressed—lifts himself up off of the ground and grabs his tweed jacket off the back of one of the seats in his study. Erik sits up and glares at him.
“There’s no way I’m getting dressed for this,” he says.
“No problem,” Charles says, trying to contain his laughter—and quite truthfully, his fondness—at the image of a messy-haired Erik standing in the middle of the bakery in his pajama bottoms and his sleep shirt.
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“No brownies,” The cashier, Alex, says with a regretful look on his face, right as the pair of them walk in, and, “I’m really sorry,” with a pointed look in Erik’s direction. That’s how often they come here. All of the staff know them. And all of the staff know about Erik’s little chocolatey obsession.
Erik scowls and Alex looks vaguely amused.
Charles laughs and orders them coffee—a hazelnut latte for him and a cappuccino for Erik.
“Thank you very much, Alex,” Charles calls cheerfully as they leave. “Enjoy the rest of your—well, morning.”
“I’ll drive,” Charles says mischievously as they reach the parking lot.
They huddle back into the warm car and Charles puts a hand on Erik’s pajama-pant clad knee, watching the way his ring glimmers under the streetlight, his heart swelling.
“Everything’s a lot more fun when you’re here, you know that?” Charles says, running a thumb over the ring and watching as it makes Erik shiver and stop with his coffee halfway to his mouth.
“Thank you for being here.” he whispers, pulling Erik in for a sweet kiss.
When they pull up to the grocery store, Erik looks to him in confusion. Charles just smiles, unbuckles his seatbelt and says, “Let’s go, then,”
Charles forgets about the streak of gray starting to come in where his hair is concerned as they run through the empty aisles like teenagers. They’re ageless. He forgets about the tons and tons of work that there would be to do later, he forgets about all of the issues in his little world.
With Erik, his world is a whole lot bigger, and there are way less issues.
He dumps eggs, milk, cocoa, flour, sugar, butter, a tub of ice cream and some chocolate chips into his basket and watches as the understanding dawns on Erik’s face.
He smiles as Erik presses him back against the shelves, whispering against his mouth, “Thank you. There’s no one on this earth who’s luckier than I am. Not even you. And that’s saying something.”
Charles laughs and before he can even open his mouth for a smart retort, Erik shuts him straight up.
The cashier must notice, right?
The flush on their cheeks.
The way their mouths are red and swollen.
The way their eyes shimmer brighter than anything in the universe.
If she does, she doesn’t say anything. She simply smiles and tells them to have a good night. And oh, oh God, they do.
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Coming home to a dark mansion will always be less depressing when Erik is with him, Charles thinks.
Later on in the morning, the students will be up and about, their buzz and chatter an integral part of Charles’ life, almost like the crackle of electricity in his brain. He can’t live without it.
But this, this is also something he can’t live without. The quiet that comes with Erik. The serenity. There’s no one he'd rather spend his life with.
With that thought, he runs his thumb over the gold band of metal on his ring finger again. Erik exhales shakily from his spot across the counter, almost dropping the mixing bowl.
“Schatz, if you keep doing that, I don’t think we’ll get done over here,” he says, shooting a pointed look at Charles.
“Sorry!” Charles says, giggling.
“You’re not, are you?” Erik says, making his way around the counter in two quick strides, catching Charles by the arm and pulling him toward him, digging his fingers into his abdomen and tickling.
"Erik!" Charles hiccups through bubbling laughter.
"Shh," Erik says through his giggles, burying his face into Charles’ neck. “You’ll wake the kiddies up.”
Charles pauses, tangling his fingers in Erik’s hair and tugging his head up to look him in the eye; he could list a million and one things he loves about Erik, but one of the things that would definitely go right on top is how fond he clearly is of the kids recently.
He reaches up and presses a kiss to Erik’s mouth; he tastes like brownie batter and coffee and Charles wants to melt into him.
Charles shoves his sudden emotions down as best as he can and says, “Speaking of getting this done,” and he picks up the mixing bowl, “Let’s get this in the oven before you eat it all, hm?”
Erik shoves his shoulder playfully but smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do that.”
Twenty minutes later, Charles is cutting into the fudgiest, warmest brownie in the world and he can’t think of a better person to share it with. He tops it with some ice cream and says to Erik, “Dream come true?”
“Yes, you are,” Erik says, leaning in for another kiss.
They share many more kisses that night. Many, many more kisses that taste like brownies, ice cream, coffee and home.
Later, they brush their teeth side-by-side and giggle like idiots while smiling at each other in the mirror.
“You really ought to get some sleep,” Erik says as they get into bed and as he pulls the sheets over them.
“I really do.” Charles says through a giggle.
It’s going to be a wonderful life, and I get to spend it all with you. Charles thinks with a smile before drifting off.
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