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coffee shop au in hell
“Must everything always be so—” and here Charles pauses, and Erik’s practically able to see that stiff upper lip curling, “—charred around here?”
"You do realize,” Erik drawls with patience that can only be earned through 611 long, grueling years of existence, “we are in Hell.”
Charles’ mouth drops open, red and alluring. Erik’s wanted to do unspeakable things to it and to Charles in general since they met, 487 years ago. Not that he’s counting. “No,” Charles says, mockingly grave, eyes widened in pretend shock, “you don’t say. Is that where we are? I could’ve sworn we were in Florida.”
"What’s the difference,” Erik mutters, and takes a long, rude slurp from his cup, the bitter coffee scalding nicely on the way down. Now that Charles mentions it, it does taste a little burnt, as if Azazel let it brew for half a century before deeming it acceptable to serve. Erik honestly wouldn’t put it past him.
“Of course I’m right,” Charles informs him, his tail flicking against Erik’s leg in that smug little way of his, “I’m always right. I should’ve ordered tea. I’ve heard the Sinner’s Tears brew is particularly delightful.”
“You’re the one who had to have coffee,” Erik reminds him, “we had to trek all the way across the Plain of Eternal Sorrows for this shit. I had to ask one of the Damned for directions, and she wouldn’t stop staring at my horns.”
"Your horns are lovely,” Charles says absently, eyes glued to the TV screen above the menu board that, in true Hellish fashion, only plays an endless loop of the same three infomercials, “I cannot fathom why you’re so touchy about them.”
“I’m not touchy about them,” Erik snaps. He reaches up to make sure his hair falls appealingly around the curving spirals just in case. “I’m just aware that they’re not the usual pointed spikes everyone else goes on and on about. Which I don’t see what’s so great about those anyway, you know.”
“I think yours are charming,” Charles says frankly, turning his blue eyes back to Erik. Erik has a running theory that Charles is at least half succubus and just won’t admit it, because there’s no way those eyes could come from any other miserable species around here. “And when have you ever cared about what anyone else thinks anyway?”
“I don’t,” Erik insists, and tosses back the last of his coffee and tries not to wince at the way it tastes distressingly like remnants of the tortured souls from the Inner Rings. Judging by how many teeth Azazel used to grin at him with from across the top of the register when Erik initially placed their order, Erik’s probably not far off the mark.
“So,” Charles says after they’ve rewatched the entire Egg Wave infomercial, clearing his throat. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
Erik considers. “We could go fester in the Pit of Hopeless Apathy for awhile,” he suggests blithely, assuming that as always, by your Charles actually means our, “or we could visit Raven, but if she wants to take a trip to the Physical World again then I’m out. My essence still hasn’t recovered from last time.”
“Actually,” Charles says, swiveling in his seat to face Erik directly, “you know that practice they have in the Physical World, all about the, ah, what was it, real-world human connection?”
“Yes,” Erik says stiffly, sitting very still on his stool and trying not to reveal just how high his levels of lust have shot up in the past three seconds.
“I was thinking we could go back to my place and…engage…in a little real-world human connection ourselves.”
There’s a full moment where Erik can only stare at Charles blankly, wondering if the coffee here really is so bad that it’s causing him to have vivid hallucinations, but Charles must overhear that because he grins, sultry and wicked, his tail wrapping all the way up Erik’s leg.
“I’ve made a few certain observations,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, “and there are a few things I’m dying to try out with you.”
"Bless,” Erik swears, earning himself several scathing looks from other patrons in the shop but he hardly cares, jolting up to his feet and grabbing Charles’ hand to pull him towards the door. Charles laughs as he follows along, and as soon as they’re outside he stops and pulls Erik down into a kiss, their first kiss, and if it tastes a little like burnt coffee, well, Erik’s a little busy feeling like he’s been lifted out of purgatory at long last to complain.
‘hey pan be a bro and reblog this potential coffee shop au to be cheriked’
'haha yeah sure buddy im on it….if its a coffee shop in HELL’
i swear to god
Following on from this, inspired by Palalife’s art…
His encounter with the papier-mache-headed musician leaves Charles a bit nostalgic for that Residents album he liked so much in his first year at Harvard, and he wastes some time that evening on YouTube, looking up the songs and listening to them again. Ten years on, they’re every bit as strange as he remembers; most of the album sounds as if it comes from another planet. Starting university at sixteen, Charles had felt quite like an alien himself, and when he stayed in his room revising all the time, listening to such strange esoteric music had made him feel as if he were being arty and introverted, rather than ignored by his older classmates and rather lonely.
Now he’s an adult and a tenure-track professor, and he doesn’t have the excuse of being two years younger than his peers to explain why he’s holed up in his flat rather than out and about. But then, that’s one of the pleasures of adulthood, isn’t it, Charles reflects as he puts the kettle on. He can make all sorts of questionable decisions, and answer to no one but himself.
It’s too late for caffeinated tea, but he makes himself a pot of Darjeeling regardless, buys the Residents album on iTunes and loads it onto his phone. It accompanies him everywhere throughout the rest of the week, recalling to his mind all sorts of funny things he first encountered in his early student days. By the time Friday night rolls around, Charles is sufficiently girded for whatever might happen, he thinks, though he’s hoping he won’t have to ignore any giggling people saying “Fnord.”
At the church, he follows a couple of taped-up sheets of paper bearing arrows to a large plain box of a room, with loads of folding chairs in rows and a space in front with a lot of musical instruments scattered about; not exactly a stage, since it’s not raised in any way. Well, the mystery musician did say it was a workshop, not a show. Still, there are a dozen or so people sitting in the folding chairs, so Charles joins them and waits to see what will happen.
Summary: Post-movie. In Charles Xavier’s garden almanac, there is a special entry each November for when Erik comes home. And some seeds need to go through fire before they can grow.
Art by Loobeeinthesky.
My fic!
Title: Lost and Found
Author: thewallhaditcoming
Artist: whitebat
Verse: XMFC, X men trilogy
Word: ~25000
Rating: Mature
Characters: Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme, Erik Lehnsherr, Jean Grey, Alex Summers, Hank McCoy, Sean Cassidy, Angel Salvador, Moira Mactaggert, Scott Summers, Darwin, Ororo,Logan.
Pairings:Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr
Warnings:Non-powered AU
Summary: When Crown Prince Charles Xavier makes the impulsive decision to rescue a man who leapt into the river from enemy shores, his moment of selflessness ends up coming at a personal cost. In the process, however, he gains an ally and a friend. As Charles finds himself drawn to both Erik and his cause, he must find a way to satisfy both his conscious and his duty, all while separated from his troops and trapped behind enemy lines.——————————————————————————————————
This is my first Big Bang and it was amazing. Many thanks to thewallhaditcoming for writing one of the most BAMF Charles I know.
Gorgeous art for my Big Bang, done by the amazing and patient Bat. Thank you so much for all your hard work and the amazing works you produced! I love them all!
Title: King of the Pumpkin Patch
Author: Tahariel
Artist: Jamesorangecat
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Warnings: None
Summary:
Charles has a Scaring deficit, but Erik is happy to help him learn to be more frightening this Halloween.
Fusion with Nightmare Before Christmas, and with beautiful art by the amazing Jamesorangecat!(NB: Please don’t delete the fic link - the two were made to go together as a collaboration. Thank you!)
Things:
1) IT IS MAY. IT IS MY BIRTH MONTH. CELEBRATION.
2) IT IS TUESGAY. CELEBRATION.
THEREFORE
3) I HAVE STARTED SOMETHING NEW. It is just a baby. This is only a piece. It is rather unedited. Please enjoy anyway. Tell me how it makes you feel.
Special thank you goes out to all my Chatango people for flailing around with me. I love everyone in this bar.
An even more special thank you goes to the fantastic Mimo, better known to most of you as 4xontuesdays, who has already drawn something to go along with this. Omg. I love her, you guys. She’s so brilliant.
Fic excerpt below, since this post is already long enough. No, it doesn’t have a title yet. :F
