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Ike ❤️😭 Thank you for saying so!

Even if those posts get only one or two notes, I’m taking that as a sign that someone enjoyed it. Whether it was a fic they knew and loved before, or they were discovering it for the first time. Or, very rarely, the author found it (which… 😳🫣). If anything I said about any of the fics encouraged people to read them, that’s the important part.

No matter what, I was glad to do them. Even more glad to be able to keep a consistent posting schedule for an entire year, lmao.

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Aaaah IKE!!! Thank you friend !! I hope you’re doing well <3 Here’s a quick cherik for you :

2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

10.  A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

I sort of combined the two. :)

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Charles has been living with Erik for almost a month now. They play chess and read aloud to each other and cook and do dishes in Erik's unexpectedly wheelchair-accessible ship-house in Genosha, with occasional static-crackly phone conversations with Hank at the school. And Charles, who once thought he could sooner give up breathing than retire, has had to face the possibility that on that topic, as on so very many others, he was wrong.

Genosha is industrious yet cheerfully slow-paced, and Charles's presence has been accepted without so much as a raised eyebrow. Everyone must contribute, even old bald men in wheelchairs, but when Charles admits he knows how to knit, that seems to be enough to start with. He knits casually throughout the day, mostly baby clothes for the surprisingly chilly island winter that is still months away. At some point, he would like to get more involved in Genoshan life (not teaching, he's not sure he'll ever be ready for that again, but the place needs someone to put together a real library…) but right now he needs the lack of demands. He feels like a convalescent, regaining his strength after long illness or injury. Grief is a sort of injury, after all.

So Charles is happy, in a hushed, fragile way, in this strange and unexpected home with Erik, so long his enemy and even longer his friend—and off and on, over the years, something else.

And he is going quietly crazy.

He and Erik eat together, shop together, go to Genosha's single outdoor movie screen together, and sit together on the couch every evening, too close to get a blade between them… And then they go to sleep in their separate beds on opposite sides of the room.

They touch hands, clap each other's shoulders, poke teasingly at ribs. Erik pats the top of Charles's head just to provoke Charles into running over his foot.

And that's all.

Had Charles been arrogant in thinking that Erik, when he invited him here, had been proposing a return to their old relationship? Has he assumed too much, yet again, and set his heart out for another trampling?

Telepathy is no help. The rule in Genosha—which Charles has promised to follow—is that telepaths are free to exercise passive components of their power without judgment or censure, but should ask permission before engaging in active digging. This seems perfectly fair to Charles, and he's been chagrined to discover how difficult it actually is for him, after decades of being accountable only to his own rather easygoing conscience. He can't just peek into Erik's mind and see what he really feels. Passively, he can and does pick up Erik's feelings of affection, fondness, respect, even joy that Charles is here. But he doesn't know what's below that surface. What is the source of Erik's occasional moments of embarrassment or uncertainty? What are the deeper thoughts he's trying to keep quiet so Charles can't hear them?

He could ask permission to look deeper. For that matter, he could ask outright what sort of relationship Erik wants. But he's too much a coward. If the answer isn't what he wants it to be… Charles just isn't sure he can survive another heartbreak right now.

To be honest, he isn't even sure Erik himself knows exactly what he wants. And Charles… Charles is quite done taking charge of ambiguous situations because he is so sure he knows the right answer, that he alone knows what is best. He's ruined enough relationships, enough lives that way already. (Jean, oh Jean, oh Raven...) He has to wait for Erik to make the first move.

And he isn't even thinking about that, the evening that it happens. The evening that he and Erik are sitting on the couch, Charles knitting a pair of blue booties while Erik watches some Spanish soap opera on their new television set, adjusting the bunny-ears with his powers from across the room.

"Can you put some more wood in the heater before you leave for the council meeting?" Charles asks.

"Oh, it's time for me to go, isn't it?" Erik grumbles something under his breath about Rosalia being a puta, and turns off the TV with a wave of his hand. "Are you sure you don't want to come? We'd welcome your opinion, even if you're not ready to join the council yet."

Charles considers it, but shakes his head. "Maybe next month."

"All right," Erik sighs. "I'll see you later." And in the midst of getting up from the couch, he leans over and kisses Charles right on the mouth.

They both freeze.

Charles can't do anything but blink, stunned, one hand coming up to instinctively touch his lips. It was such a tiny, brief, casual kiss, the sort of gesture a long-married couple would share. Charles can barely believe it happened except that Erik is staring at him, still frozen in the act of standing up, and his mind is a loud roil of shock and self-recrimination.

You didn't mean to, Charles realizes.

I didn't think you wanted me to. At least not yet.

You've been waiting for me to make a move. Charles wants to laugh and possibly scream. I've been waiting for you to make a move.

Erik dares a tentative smile, still waiting on eggshells for Charles's full reaction.

Which is to pull him down for a much longer, deeper, not-at-all-casual kiss.

Chief Erik by listerinezero Erik is the extremely talented, extremely scary chef at one of the top restaurants in New York, and Charles, the head waiter, is the only person with the balls to stand up to him. Their fights are the stuff of legend, and their argument over the Valentine's Day menu turns into one for the history books.

Preheat to 350 (just for you remix) by ikeracity Charles realizes he's in love with Erik. But there's one tiny little problem: he just broke up with Erik.

irreconcilable differences (make for surprisingly good bedfellows) by pocky_slash Tonight on The Evening Report with Malcolm Stevens, noted geneticist and mutant equality proponent Dr. Charles Xavier faces off with the infamous mutant rights activist Magneto in a live televised debate over the Genetic Nondiscrimination Act. (At least, if they can stop flirting long enough to stay on topic.)

Humane Society by smilebackwards Once Erik finally allows himself to decide that Charles is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread, he spends the next week being incredibly bitter that he's Charles' cat and not his boyfriend.