Hi everyone!!!
So the other day, @inmymagnetoera posted a poll asking who'd say 'I love you' first between our gay boys (seriously go check her blog out if you haven't, she's incredible and SO FUNNY and I always look forward to her polls.)
So I had a chat in the comments with her and @vertiginousvendetta and it inspired this work!!
I'd like to thank the two of you for this inspiration, it really got rid of my writer's block. (seriously two of my FAVOURITE mutuals.)
@inmymagnetoera think of this as an appreciation post for the fic you wrote for me a couple days ago. <3
I hope everyone likes this!!!
Charles and Erik are slightly more than friends, and slightly less than boyfriends. <3
Note: This does contain semi-mature content, nothing EXPLICIT but still.
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Starry Nights and Sunny Mornings
Moonlight spills in through the high windows of Charles' study, illuminating his eyes and leaving them even paler than usual.
Erik pulls his knees into his chest and rests his chin atop them, calmer than ever.
It's nights like these that are his favourite.
While the rest of the mansion is asleep, the universe casting a blanket of darkness over them, he and Charles are the only ones up, a chessboard on the low table between them—the cup of tea between his hands almost as warm as Charles’ smile.
He feels safe, protected, at peace—like never before.
Before his eyelids can droop further, Charles stands and curls a set of nimble fingers around his forearm.
“Bed rather, darling.” he says with a glint of mischief in those pale, pale eyes.
These nights always end the same.
Almost every single time, Charles walks Erik back to his room and some small part of him knows—he knows, hopes, in fact, that he won't make it inside, at least not alone. One of them cracks first—because one of them always will—and kisses the other, fiercely, gentleness nowhere to be found. It doesn't matter how tired or frustrated Erik is, his body will always awaken at Charles' touch, like electricity crackling through his veins.
Erik doesn’t exactly know what they are. Maybe he’s too afraid to ask.
All he knows for certain is that Charles understands him better than anyone else has—that Charles is closer to him than anyone else has ever been. And if Charles doesn’t feel the same, well—he’ll take whatever he gives him. He’d rather have him momentarily than never at all. He tries not to think about it—about Charles getting tired of him and moving on to the next person. It hurts too much.
Some nights, like tonight, Charles doesn’t bother with the preamble and simply intertwines his fingers with Erik’s and leads them back to his own room.
They crash into the sheets and they crash into each other—powerful enough, Erik presumes, to create ripples in the fabric of space and time. It knocks the breath out of him, as it always does, on nights like this. He feels the exhaustion being pulled out of him with every roll of Charles’ hips against his. And the sound that Charles makes as he comes undone against him—it’s enough to rattle his bones, to shake his soul, to light it up from within and make it vibrate with wondrous energy.
All it takes is for Charles to whisper, “Erik,” against his cheek for him to come undone himself. He’ll never get sick of it, he doesn’t think. He’ll never get sick of the sound of his name on Charles’ lips. He’ll never get sick of the way Charles slumps down against him and pulls the sheets up over the two of them and wraps a hand around Erik’s waist, telling him to sleep darling, you of all people deserve a good rest.
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Mornings like these will always be Charles’ favourite.
Sunlight whispers across his bare skin, liquid warmth, along with Erik’s calloused fingers.
On most mornings like these, he’s woken by Erik leaving kisses all over his face and his throat. Every single time, he pretends to be asleep. He pretends to be asleep long after Erik stands and leaves, trying to calm the racing of his heart—hoofbeats of some mythical creature venturing across his ribcage. He thinks if he opens his eyes and has to look Erik in the face first thing in the morning, it might hurt him too much.
First thing in the morning, he can’t pretend. He can’t hide behind the franticness, and the desire—he can’t use that as an excuse. If he were to open his eyes and look directly at him, Erik might see the raw emotion on his face. And he can’t have that. Because Erik would never want that. Would he? It seems impossible.
So he takes whatever Erik is willing to give him, when they both have a significant amount of tension to relieve.
That’s why he’s surprised, that on this particular morning, after Erik leaves a sloppy, open mouthed kiss on his jaw, he whispers into the sunny morning air, so soft that Charles barely hears it, “What would you say, Charles?”
And oh, oh God, Charles’ name always sounds like something remarkable on Erik’s tongue. It takes everything in him not to shiver. Not to sigh in relief.
"I can’t even bring myself to say it aloud, let alone aloud to you. I wonder what you’d say, Charles,” and he buries his face in Charles neck.
Charles hears, loud and clear, Erik’s next three words, in his mind, each of them punctuated by a slow, messy kiss.
I
love
you.
Charles almost gasps.
But you know that already, don’t you? You must.
And with a sigh deep into Charles’ skin, he sits up and Charles can feel the mattress shift as he gets up, and can hear the door whisper shut as he leaves, leaving Charles confused and amazed and wondering.
It's a long time before he dares to open his eyes. To move. When he finally does, he rolls over to the space where Erik just was, the sheets still warm, and buries his face into the pillow, still smelling of Erik.
"I love you, too,” he whispers into the morning light, before getting up to chase after him.
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everything abt this is outdated but ykw. tag yourself anyway, i’m jean and fred
text ID under cut:
mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation
mom jeans (jean): 1) leader but not by choice 2) never forgets a birthday 3) gets away with things due to her reputation
fuzzy elf (kurt): 1) tries to be hip with the kids (is a kid) 2) honorary catboy 3) fingerguns his way out of situations
:3 (kitty): 1) impulsive shopper 2) livetweets everything 3) says ‘omg’ and ‘ttyl’ outloud 4) bakes muffins for her friends! they are inedible!
skater boi (evan): 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (undiagnosed adhd) 2) steals food off his friends' plates 3) PARKOUR!
e-girl blueprint (rogue): 1) hopeless romantic 2) only child AND middle child energy 3) knows the best thrifting spots
“””team leader””” (lance): 1) tries a lot, fails a lot 2) anger is default emotion 3) probably named his car betty or smth
actual team leader (pietro). 1) cool guy syndrome 😎 (unmedicated adhd) 2) causes problems on purpose 3) motivated by attention
toad (todd): 1) thinks he's just soo funny. well, he is. 2) hasn't showered in a month 3) stays out of drama but Will grab the popcorn
bombshell blonde (tabitha): 1) self-loathing vs superiority complex: fight! 2) flirts with friends 3) parties to avoid being alone with her thoughts
scarlet bitch (wanda): 1) hates authority figures 2) cuts her own hair. and clothes. 3) in a constant state of overstimulation 4) deserves to snap tbh
hey it’s (fred)!: 1) cries easily 2) would literally murder for friends 3) treats plushies like living creatures
professor clean (xavier): 1) “hello el gee bee tee que community" 2) adopts every child he sees 3) knows everything and yet nothing at all
grrrr (logan): 1) that sounds like a you problem." 2) acts like he hates kids but tacks their drawings to the fridge 3) believes that violence is the answer
weather report (ororo): 1) everyone's bisexual awakening 2) has high expectations for everyone, including herself 3) live laugh love 😊😊😊 or else
mr beast but like actually (hank): 1) god, i could really use a drink." *makes chamomile tea* 2) longs to be a smooth rock basking in the sun 3) gives unwarranted life lessons
another blue one (mystique): 1) #girlboss 2) “gay rights but only for me" 3) loves her son but will dropkick other children
magnum dong (magneto): 1) heterophobic 2) "you have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair" 3) does not love his son AND will dropkick other children
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