Absolutely Fucking Not

Dear Santa, for Christmas this year all I want is found family cherik fic 🙏

i need me some xmen first class found family fanfics

i need them to get up to silly antics in the mansion or wateva

i’ve read a few but it aint enough 😔

THE GREAT FISH WEDDING OF 2025‼️💍

I need it so bad rn

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

The feminine urge to have long flowy hair

But also the masculine urge to look like this

The autistic urge to not feel comfortable in either gender whilst also feeling comfortable as both genders

I wanna be a boy girl boy , but in like a girl way but also be boy but also be girl

HEAR ME OUT while I explain to you my new fanfic idea !!!

So, obviously it’s Cherik (dahh)

BUT

Imagine during the events of First Class, everyone is getting ready for diner, Sean is setting up the table and everything, and then Charles comes down the stairs.

But instead of wearing his usual cardigan, he is in a uniform. It’s the uniform of a US soldier. His face is made of stone and he shows no emotion at all when he tells them he has to go to town for the evening because he has a ceremony to attend to.

Raven looks at him like she’s seen a ghost and the others have absolutely no idea of what to do.

Charles doesn’t wait for any of them to understand before leaving.

A few hours later, he comes back and see that everyone is waiting after him in the living room.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Raven hugs him and sat him on the couch, next to Erik how doesn’t say anything at all.

He starts to explain what happened. How he got engaged in the army because of his stepbrother. How he had to put in pause his studies because of that. How he ended up fighting during the Korean war at the age of 18. How he was in a rescue team (he could find people easily thanks to his telepathy). And how he was repatriated one month before the end of the war because he got shot in the knee.

He doesn’t tell them how he thought he was becoming crazy because of all the voices he could hear. He doesn’t tell them how many people he had to kill. How many people he felt dying…

They talked for ages. Everyone had questions, of course.

Then, they all leave. But not Erik. Never Erik.

He was still silent. Looking at Charles like it was the first time he’d seen him.

« What kind of Nazi killer am I if I didn’t realized you were a soldier ? » he said.

They talked a lot that night. Charles explained him everything he had never told anyone else. Because he knew Erik would never judge him.

Charles told him that he understood why Erik wanted to kill Shaw and that he wouldn’t stop it. But that Erik must stopped after that.

Maybe if things had happened like that, things would’ve been different on that beach in Cuba…

Let me know if you’d be interested in that fic !

(I’m still writing the other one dw ! )

I like to imagine that when Charles joined Erik on Genosha, Erik built a new house near a lake. Simply because Charles told him the view was splendid.

A house a bit like this one:

(I’m in Ireland and I’m obsessed with the view. I feel like I’m at Genosha)

“What’s your favourite horror movie?”

Oh I don’t know, maybe the way Erik looked when he realised that his decades of trial and error did nothing to help him against Shaw, and he and everyone he loved would die a pointless death at the hands of the man he swore to never let hurt anyone else again…