Here is some Charlotte/Erik fic. Where Charlotte is sleep deprived and Erik is a sweetheart.
Erik sighs. He can’t believe she is at it again. For once, he would like to wake up at three and have Charlotte beside him. Not working on some cake that is due in two days. Particularly when she only had finishing touches to do. He stares up at the ceiling and glares at it. He can hear the thud of the rolling pin as it hits the bench. He sighs again, and rubs at his face. Seconds pass and he stumbles out of their bed. He yawns and stumbles out to the hallway. It was too early to be awake and functioning. It’s a miracle that he doesn’t hit the coffee table at the end of the corridor. He does rub at his eyes when the light hits, and he curses at the time again.
Squinting he sees Charlotte sitting on a stool, hovering over a cake, covering it in icing. He leans against the archway and watches. She moves delicately, taking extreme care about what she does. There is blue shimmer dust smudged on her cheek. He can’t help but notice how it matches her eyes. He takes a step forward and the floorboard creaks. Charlotte doesn’t even flinch. He continues to walk forward until he is behind her. His hands clasped behind his back.
Charlotte continues to work, making a cartoony shark out of blue-grey icing, oblivious to everything around her. He smiles. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a cartoony lab-rat sitting away from the cake. It makes him raise an eyebrow and wonder what type of cake she was making. It certainly wasn’t the wedding cake she had been talking about for the past month. He stands and watches. Charlotte doesn’t take a break the entire time. He’s amazed. She has most of the cake done, he thinks. The cake was covered, the lab-rat and shark were sitting on the top and there was the words ‘happy anniversary’ spread across in Charlotte’s cursive handwriting. He’s pretty sure she used buttercream for this cake. It had the fluffy look to it.
Charlotte hums to herself in delight. He watches, slightly amused, as she turns around. Her eyes widen when she sees him. Then, she does the most bizarre thing, she shields the cake from his view.
"Erik! How long have you been standing there?"
He shrugs “Since you put the fondant on the cake”
She looks quickly at the clock on the wall. It was past five. “I thought you were asleep at this time?”
He smiles gently, taking a step forward, and wrapping his arms around her waist. He rests his chin on her shoulder.
"I am, but I missed you."
She smiles. “I missed you too.”
"So what client ordered that cake?"
She quickly looks behind her then back to him, looking sheepish. “well since you’ve already seen it,” she shuffles her feet and he looks at her bemused “Happy anniversary.”
He lets out a little laugh and kisses her.
Just this once he doesn’t mind that Charlotte is up making cakes till six am. Tonight though, he is going to make sure she gets some sleep. Even if he has to drag her, kicking and screaming. Tonight the cakes could wait.
Charlotte almost fell out of bed - but she didn’t cry out; she knew what was going on. She might have even been dreaming lucidly for all she knew - it was something that happened to her on a regular basis, dreaming about attending lectures and going to class and…
\o/ he said perfection he said perfection HE SAID PERFECTION! Ahem, I just have to say this fic has me grinning like the biggest goofball, ever. Thankyou darling! You are the absolute best!
“How do you expect to hide it?” “I’m a telepath remember.” “You won’t be around it forever Charles.” “Of course I will and look at him.” “It isn’t horrible looking.” “Why must you call him ‘it’?” “Have you named it?” “Not yet.” “Then it’s an it.” “That’s hardly fair.” “I think it’s entirely fair.” “Fine I’ll name him.” “Well? What’s its name?” “I’m thinking.” “Don’t hurt yourself.” “Hardy har ha” “Harry.” “You are kidding me right?” “What! Harry is a perfectly respectable name for him.” “You are hopeless.” “You’re just jealous that you don’t get to name your pet Harry.” “Oh yes. I am very jealous.” “Well then what would you call your pet.” “Abraham” “Lincoln” “How very muggle.” “You never know he could be a mutant.” “Don’t insult our existence Charles.” — “Charles, Erik is in the hospital wing.” “What? Why?” “Don’t know the details but I will find out.” “Right. Thank-you Raven. I’ll be back.” “I hear it was bad.” “Erik! What happened?” “Nothing.” “Your face is caved in.” “It will heal.” “What if there wasn’t magic to fix it.” “Well lucky there is, don’t you think?” “Seriously. What happened.” “Nothing serious, just some petty insults were thrown and…” “And what?” “…” “Erik, please.” “Someone tried to hurt Abraham.” “What? Who?” “They have already been dealt with, I assure you.” “Erik —” “Just leave it Charles. They have been dealt with, a caved in face was worth the price.” “Just be careful will you, I worry.” “You worry about everyone.” “I worry more for my friends though, so just be careful.” “Will do, now go get me some food.” “I don’t think —” “Food. I need it. Get it.” “Alright, alright I’m going.” —- “I hear rumours.” “Good ones I hope.” “Depends.” “Well do tell me, Emma.” “I hear, correct me if I am wrong, that you and Lensherr are an item?” “Oh that.” “Yes that.” “Wouldn’t you love to know that.” “I could just read your mind.” “I know. Now do tell me about that play you saw last holidays.” — “Can I kill Shaw?” “Erik.” “What it’s a perfectly good reason, this time.” “Enlighten me.” “A T on my last paper.” “What was that on?” “Vitaserum” “Ah. Well we can’t kill him but we will get him back.” “How?” “Just leave that to me.” — “Charles what did you do?” “Nothing really.” “Shaw is fuming.” “Well he can’t prove it was me.” “So what did you do?” “I may have altered everyone’s perspective.” “To see what?” “Shaw in drag.” “…” “Are you alright?” “…” “Any time now Erik.” “…” “BREATHE.” “Bwhahaha” “Hush, you’ll get us noticed.” “Hahahahaha” “Erik shhh. Shaw is coming this way.” “What are you boys up to?” “We’re off to the hospital wing, I think Erik might have been hit with an overly strong tickling charm.” “Then you better hurry, it looks as though Mr Lensherr is turning blue.” “Right. Will do. Come along Erik.” —- “Where are we going?” “Kitchens.” “You know where the kitchens are?” “Every Hufflepuff knows Erik.” “Well I apologise for not knowing this until now.” “It’s been six years Erik, you should know.” “I’m not a Hufflepuff.” “Even so, you of all people should know.” “Your point is invalid and I’m no longer listening to you.” “I’m just saying.” “And I’m just saying.”
For PJ, even though I never meant for it to be so sad. Inspired by the song I’m With You by Avril Lavinge. Also a part of Erik Lehnsherr’s playlist for Charles Xavier.
WARNING: character death. Bucket loads of angst. Repetition. Probably change of tenses. Unbeated.
I don’t know who you are / but I’m with you
He doesn’t understand. One day he is smiling, laughing even, then there is nothing. Just a blank. He tries to think what could have caused it but he can’t even remember his own name. He knows he should but he can’t. Everything is just not there, even though he knows that it shouldn’t be like that. It frustrates him, but mostly it confuses him and he cries. He doesn’t like it when this happens, it just becomes too much too handle and he has to let it out somehow. No matter how much he hates it. Sometimes he is quick enough with his emotions that he can destroy something before he cries. It stops the tears from coming. Being angry was better than being sad.
He meets Erik. Erik calls him Charles. He doesn’t think he could be a Charles, he likes to think that maybe he is an Arthur. He doesn’t tell Erik this. He thinks maybe it would upset Erik. Erik always looks so…broken? He doesn’t ask why, he doesn’t know Erik at all so he has no right to pry. Instead he plays chess with Erik. It doesnt make him so confused, and Erik doesn’t look so broken when he plays it with him. It is nice when Erik smiles. Not that Erik smiles much around him. He doesn’t understand why Erik would not like his company. He asks Erik and Erik goes a funny white colour and quickly, almost desperately, tells him that it wasn’t his fault. He can’t help but thinks that it might be partly his fault, if only he could remember. He avoids the topic as he trusts Erik. He doesn’t know why. Yet that doesn’t matter, not really, because he has a feeling that he had trusted Erik before back when he didn’t forget, and that is all that matters.
take me by the hand / take me somewhere new
He doesn’t like the way she looks at him when she thinks he isn’t looking. She looks at him as though he was going to break down completely. He hates those looks. They make him wish he knew who he was. Maybe if he knew she would stop. He knew her name was Raven and that she likes it when they lie under a tree. He likes it too. She tells him stories of the man he use to be. He likes to think he was a nice person. He likes believing that, even if for a little while.
It’s a damned cold night / trying to figure out this damn life
Erik looks up from moving his black pawn. “Yes Charles”
He looks down at where Erik’s hand is hovering over the board, fingers curled around the pawn half heartedly. “Will I ever remember?”
Erik seems to freeze and he notices the way Erik struggles for the right words. “I…”
He smiles sadly, reaching forward and places his hand over eriks hand that is resting beside the chessboard. “It’s okay if you say yes, I probably won’t remember in the morning”
He pretends to not notice the tears or the way Erik clings to his hand, or the way Erik chokes on his name. “Charles”
Why is everything so confusing / maybe I’m just out of my mind
Sometimes, if he thinks hard enough he can remember the screeching of car brakes. The heat of the flames. And if he really tries hard enough, he can hear a man, perhaps it was the man that called himself Erik, whisper that he loved him. At those times he cries and cries and cries until he cant possibly cry anymore. He hates not knowing. Hates not remembering. Hates when they all stay silent about what happened back then. Sometimes they slip and tell him things. Like how he used to be a telepath. That he had been on his way to being a brilliant professor, one of the worlds best. That he had been outstanding at chess. Other times they don’t know he is there and he hears things that make him wish he could just remember things longer. He hears them say things like how they wished it was easier. That they wondered if he was ever going to recover. That they wondered what would have happened if one of them had been in the car with him, if that would have changed anything. The man that called himself Erik stared at the crack of the door, as though he could see him listening in. The women that called themselves Raven and Moria cried and kicked and screamed at the unfairness of it all. The others, he couldn’t remember their names and he hated that, sat on the couches and cursed at the world.
I’m looking for a place / I’m searching for a face
"I love you"
"Erik I thought, I’m sorry, I thought you felt the same way"
"I do Charles, I do"
"Then why are you crying?"
"I won’t what Erik? Won’t stop loving you? Because I won’t"
"I…I wish I could believe that, Charles, I really do"
"Then why won’t you!"
"Because you wont remember in the morning"
I’m listening but there is no sound / nothing is going right and everything is a mess
One day he is smiling, laughing even, then there is nothing. Just a blank. He tries to think what could have caused it but he can’t even remember his own name. He knows he should but he can’t. He’s bald, and aged with wrinkles he doesn’t remember. He wanders his house and looks at all the photos and it makes him incredibly sad that he can’t remember. He notices the photos of a man he can’t seem to find. When he asks about the man, the name Erik was on the back of them all, she looks as though she is fighting back tears and she takes him to a graveyard. He stays there all day wishing he knew who Erik was and why it made him so sad that Erik wasn’t by his side. He stays there and weeps, for Erik and for the memories he wished he had. He stays there until the sun sets and the woman, Raven, comes back for him. She hugs him and tells him Erik had gone from old age, with him by his side.