#cherikyassss

Cover art by @jackyjango. Gorgeous isn’t it?

Story by @pinkoptics and @cherikyassss

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Erik took both of Charles' forearms in his hands and looked critically at the metal bands wrapped around his forearms. The sleeves of the tunic were just short enough to display them. The cuffs slowly warmed, a sure indication that Erik's power was at work, but did not tighten. Instead, the geometric pattern that had adorned them for weeks transformed, metal sliding and remolding as though it were as fluid as liquid, until the bands complimented Marie's hand embroidery. Charles could not help but be impressed, both by the precise control with which Erik wielded his power and the artistry of his work- it was not an exact copy of Marie's pattern, but they worked together seamlessly. Had Erik not been born to royal life he could have easily ingratiated himself into it, creating metalwork that only royalty could have afforded. "My King... they are beautiful." "As are you." Charles flushed, predictably, and immediately tried to steer the conversation away from himself. "I would like... someday... to see more of what your powers afford you. They are a thing of legend, but legend and truth rarely meet. I feel that you, well, you may be the exception." Charles was not sure where those words had come from, but they were no less true for it. Mutation fascinated him in all of it's forms. Erik took both of Charles' hands in his and raised them to his mouth, pressing a kiss into each one in turn. "Are you asking me to show off, Charles? In that case, I accept." Erik's grin was playful. It was an expression Charles only ever saw when they were alone- sometimes when they were in bed but increasingly when they were not. He briefly wondered who else, if anyone, ever saw this side of the King. The expression fell away and was replaced by the stern countenance Erik always presented to the public. He let go of Charles' hands. "I shall enter first, and you shall follow a few paces behind."

I had to look through almost all my chapters for that. :D

Here it is, in all its unbetaed glory:

Whenever Charles undresses in the evening, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing the milky skin underneath, covered in freckles, Erik wants nothing more than to take his hand to pull him into the light in order to be able to examine him closer.

Thank you, my friend!

Omg Cherigan ������ That's the cutest ship name I've ever heard- I love it ❤

Yes I love it too! @cherikyassss  And of course I love the pairing itself.

I was tagged by @l-p-r-o-c-k and @cherikyassss

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: I like bright and cheerful colors but I tend to find the shades of blue more appealing.

Pets: 2 cats, both female one black and the other gray :)

Last song I listened to: ‘I see fire’ by Ed Sheeran

Favorite TV show: It’s tough to choose just one, Queer as Folk and Spartacus have a special spot for me.

First fandom: Can´t remember but surely some anime like Sailor Moon or Saint Seiya.

Hobbies: reading fanfiction, movies, drawing, some tv shows about cooking contests or project runway.

Favorite book: I'm not an avid book reader... embarrassingly haha... but if I had to say probably would be the Captive Prince trilogy.

The intellectual conversations I have with my mutuals. @cherikyassss

I am shallow.

In Service of the King

Chapter 2

by @pinkoptics and @cherikyassss

The teasing and the waiting is over!!!

Enjoy!!

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When Charles woke up the following morning, confusion reigned.

There were several factors contributing to Charles’ growing sense of imbalance. One, a kaleidoscope of colours met his opening eyes, two, his body felt overly warm despite the silky sheets, and, three, his head was horrifyingly empty.

Why couldn’t he feel the faint buzz of minds around him? Where was the ever-present hum of the household staff busying themselves with their morning chores? Or, moreover, the bright point of Raven’s mind standing out like a blue sapphire against the background noise? The house was never silent. Charles might as well have been alone in the Xavier tomb surrounded by nothing but his ancestors; the light of their minds long ago snuffed out.

Although Charles’ mind felt akin to a frozen wasteland, there was a strangely comforting warmth surrounding his physical state; one that did not belong there, one that he could not initially place. It was that second clue that brought the present rushing back; certain realisation sweeping away all the confusion with such swiftness that Charles felt dazed.

There was a body beside Charles, and just as surely as his mind should not have been empty, his bed should not have been occupied by anyone other than himself. Charles was lying on his side, his face resting against smooth, warm skin, his arm strewn almost casually across a finely toned torso- an embrace that would have been tender were it not for the hand wrapped securely around the metal cuff on Charles’ wrist. The grip was sure and certain even though it was coming from someone in an unconscious state. As Charles’ eyes blearily blinked open they followed the defined lines of a muscled forearm, bicep, shoulder- until they reached a sleeping face that anyone in several neighbouring countries and beyond would have recognised.

The King of Genosha.

King Erik.

Charles was in King Erik’s bed.

Fuck.

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