Perpetually confused with this app

Martyr, bleed yourself dry.

Charles Xavier all pathetic and shit. As a treat.

(Crossposted to my twt)

House of dadneto day 8; reflection

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Pietro Maximoff & Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Edie Lehnsherr Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Charles Xavier has a Ph.D in Adorable, Mpreg | Male Pregnancy, Male Lactation, Charles Xavier Needs a Hug, Postpartum Depression, Family Fluff, Erik Lehnsherr Loves Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr is Not a Happy Bunny, Unplanned Pregnancy, Erik Lehnsherr Has Feelings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy Scares, Lack of Communication, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary:

He looked down and there he was: bright little eyes, brimming. Charles sighed heavily, because when you see your child cry over anything, it still feels like someone pulled the floor out from under you.

Then the boy said, in the softest voice:

“Mommy.”

And that’s where it all began.

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Art examples (dm me for NSFW sheet!![must be 18+]

Alternate ver & original insp under the cut

Crutches stories (in which internally broken erik really loves his stupid externally broken boy)

@house-of-dadneto 2026, prompts: Recovery + Nicknames (haha SPOT IT!!), Cradle, Nostalgia and Loyalty

Today I came across a discussion where people were mentioning different authors and the impact they've had on the fandom, and it gave me the idea for this post.

When I first joined the X-Men fandom on AO3, one of the first things I noticed was how blessed it is with incredibly talented writers and truly wonderful stories. So I started thinking about which authors have shaped the way I write and given me some of the most meaningful and joyful reading experiences — and I decided I wanted to pay tribute to them.

So here's this post.

I'd love for everyone in the comments to name the author who makes your whole world stop when they post a new story. The one whose name in your inbox can make you drop everything you're doing — whether that's a car trip or even giving birth to your first child — because you just can't wait a second longer to read it.

Of course, it doesn't have to be the only author you love (I have quite a few on my own favorites list), but the one who, when you read them, makes you feel like a kid on Christmas morning.

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📋 Rules: ✅ 1. Comments must include the name of the author who fits the description above. 🎉 2. This is a celebration, not a competition. Any discussion that judges another user's taste will be removed. 🚫 3. For the same reason, any discussion that judges an author mentioned in the comments will be removed. 💬 4. Each comment must contain only one name, but there is no limit to how many comments you can leave.

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I simply want the people who have given so much to this fandom to receive the recognition they deserve — and to take a long, shared dive into memory and nostalgia, hoping that the golden days of this fandom might one day return.

P.S. I know the colors in the image are all over the place and won't match, and the background is probably awful — but please cut me some slack. I'm severely colorblind, and this is truly the best I can do. 💙

“Oh, there you are,” Charles smiles at Erik. “Fancy going to the shops with me tomorrow? We’ll need to stock up on things.”

“Stock up? We just bought groceries. Yesterday.”

Charles’ smile turns apologetic as he surveys the cleaned kitchen.

“It’s just a precaution. I mean, living in such close quarters-”

“You don’t have any siblings, do you?” Angel butts in, perching on the kitchen counter next to Erik. “Whatever he’s got, we’re all about to have the same. Like an 8-for-1 deal, only for being miserable.”

“Unsinn. We just have to stay out of his way for a bit. I can lock him in the bunker,” Erik grins, only half joking, and earns himself a scathing look from Charles for his troubles.

“You will do no such thing. Alex will stay in his own, warm bed, we’ll get him the inhibitor jacket Hank’s been working on so he doesn’t sneeze the roof in half, and tomorrow, you and I will go stock up on medicine and soup. It can’t hurt.”

or:

the First Class team catches a cold. naturally, things only escalate from there.

read more on ao3!

Please please do come give it a read and enjoy the food if you’re starving because it’s 12k of pure, gratuitous whump and fluff and team-as-family dynamics and Cherik being the married couple ever 🥹💖

- The Mutant Roadtrip in XMFC was GAY

- Charles can’t cook, Erik could have been a chef in another life

- Charles was a party girl (gnc), Erik should threaten to bring up that thing he did in that club in NYC at every opportunity

- Darling and Liebling

- Yes, post Genosha they lived their old man yaoi life in a shack on the beach

- ‘Erik, no!’ ‘Erik, yes!’

- Charles Xavier will ALWAYS say the worst possible thing possible during a Magneto crash out

- Krakoa was an excuse for them to be openly married and wearing matching outfits, and that was literally it

charles is always cold but doesn't like to bother anyone (even telepathically), so erik gets into the habit of constantly monitoring his partner and faux-casually tossing a blanket his way every time he sees him shiver

erik doesn't listen to much music but will occasionally put on jazz in the background when he's in a good mood. charles is growing fond of the genre as a sort of pavlovian response

charles pours the milk in before his cereal and it genuinely enrages erik, who has to take a few seconds to turn away and breathe whenever he catches it. charles obviously feels the emotional disturbance but enjoys being a little shit sometimes