“Charles,” Erik growled for the fifth time, “the Humans are gone. The house is undefended except for us.” He glared suspiciously out the window, before glaring at the brown cat who was happily basking in the sunlight streaming through it. It was as if, Erik thought furiously, Charles wanted the house to be robbed.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Erik!” Charles sighed. He rolled onto his back and stretched, showing off the white fluff of his belly. “I’m a telepathic cat; I’ll sense any horrible coming before even your metal sense does.”
Erik growled again. “We should still patrol…”
As far as Erik understood it, Charles’ s old Human had left him this entire gigantic house and all the woods around it and all the things inside it. But Charles didn’t seem to worry much about people—strange people, strange Humans, strange animals—coming in to his territory. It went against almost everything Dobermans believed in, but that was cats for you, Erik supposed.
Charles had rolled over again so he could bat at one of Erik’s paws with his own white-socked one. “I know this goes against everything you believe in,” he said, “but you should take a nap with me. This sunbeam is so lovely and warm.”
Erik pretended to ignore Charles’ purring as he curled up in the widest part of the sunbeam, and grumbled when Charles climbed onto his shoulder and curled up, purring noisily on Erik’s ear. He wasn’t fooling everyone, though.
When I went to Chicago and met up with lovely aesc she gave me a card with fluffy cat!Charles and dog!Erik! :D Happy Tuesday too!
I cannot get over the double dose of fluffeh. Beautiful art, beautiful words. Oh my heart. You two are amazing.
We’re brothers, you and I.
Charles texting his luckless assassin:
That was a very unsuccessful hit, Mr Lehnsherr. Mr Marko is going to be seriously displeased with you, I believe.
That’s why no one accepts telepath jobs, you know. They’re always out to get you afterwards. What were you thinking, Erik. /hitman troubles
Yes. Some one please write this.
Emma (casting out telepathic vibes): I’m sensing a mind around here. Who’s your stalker?
Erik (embarrassed, cleans gun aggressively): Just some guy I had to kill… Won’t shut up in my head about it now…
Emma [WTF TELEPATH JOB YOU IDIOT]: Sugar-
Erik (doing a sad frowning shark impression): I know, I know.
This reminds me a bit of my unfilled birthday prompt for unlucky assassin!Erik who accidentally gets shitfaced with the mark Charles Xavier and wakes up married to him in Vegas XD
There’s been a fabulous bunny bouncing around in Xmentales & MST3K chats about Erik being a hooker who looks so aggressive he’s constantly mistaken for a pimp, thug-for-hire or assassin, most notably by Cain Marko, who hires Erik to ‘take care of’ his brother for him.
Cain is grimly satisfied that Erik is the first assassin who succeeds in getting close to Charles, who seemed to see all the other killers coming, but confused and furious when Erik reports back that he took care of Charles— and then Charles turns up, a little bruised and walking funny but still very much alive, and smiling.
Ahahaha, that sounds awesome XD I want aaaaall of them!
So I just moved to a new neighbourhood, and to my surprise I found that I am one street over from SHAW STREET.
Obviously my brain went immediately to some kind of modern XMFC AU where Erik owns a mom&pop (hardware/book/grocery/whatever) store that has been passed down through his family for generations, and Shaw is some big-business man about town. Erik hates him because he keeps opening up large conglomerate big-box stores and driving all the independents out of business, but Shaw keeps donating money to the local schools/hospitals and the town keeps honouring his generosity by naming shit after him, and now Erik has to look at Shaw’s name EVERYWHERE…
LOL this reminds me of that Charles Shaw wine.
-I need the situation, the anger.
-The anger’s not enough.
- Ｃｈａｒｌｅｓ Ｘａｖｉｅｒ ＆ Ｅｒｉｋ Ｌｅｈｎｓｈｅｒｒ
In the “brain dead” scene, the monitors of Charles´s brain activity react to Erik´s voice. To Erik´s voice and nothing else. And someone else tells Erik “you do something to him. I just don´t know if it´s good or bad”. “Yes. This has always been the problem”.
And my heart melts.
And then Erik gets attacked and Charles - still very weakened - without a single thought decides to protect him and fight against much stronger enemy. It’s one of my most favourite Charles/Erik stories ever.
One time I read a fic where Charles was still able to feel his legs at this point, and it was only after Erik turned him over and moved him around that he lost feeling.
This was something that he never ever told Erik.
Just thought I’d ruin some of your lives you’re welcome.
and this boys and girls is why you never move someone with a back injury
Can I haz this fic?