#revivecherik

“Careful, don’t catch whatever I have,” Charles warned softly

Erik hadn’t seen Charles in years when he started trying to reach out mentally, hoping Charles might be listening in. He had gotten himself into a bit of trouble at a mutant rights rally and, while he normally did well enough getting arrested, this wasn’t the same situation. - Charles, who hasn't seen Erik in years, takes care of him after Erik's been hurt.

Looking around the room, he became more certain that this wasn’t where he had fallen asleep. The room was one he hadn’t been in in nearly a decade now. A large, four-poster bed in the middle of the room, the pillows all around them, the fact that there was a body next to Erik and he knew who it was without even looking. Not that it stopped him. His head rolled to the side on his pillow and took in the sleeping, relaxed face of Charles.  - Post X-Men A Erik wakes up next to DoFP Charles.

The only issue with Magento's was the owner. Charles had been by more times than he had cared to count. The waiters and waitresses were always polite and smiling. They were the faces of the place, the man who owned Magneto’s, though, was the cook. The one who stayed towards the back, only occasionally bringing out a plate if he had to and everyone else was busy. He always seemed angry, as far as Charles could see. A constant frown on his face, looking like he would rather be anywhere else but running a fairly popular business. Charles was certain Magneto—as he had taken to calling him—had glared at him the last time he had to bring his food out. Charles wasn’t sure he had ever seen anyone so unhappy in his life. 

Erik had hated the idea since the beginning. Since his boy had come into the world, he had been hesitant to let him out of his sight. It was at the convincing of Charles that he agreed to send him to school, though if Erik had it his way, the boy would’ve been homeschooled. Alas, Charles had won the argument and Pietro had been going to a local private school for the last two years with no issue. It wasn’t one of the times Erik wanted to be right, but still, he was. He had gone to the school to pick up Pietro one evening and hadn’t been able to find him anywhere.

"They were no longer Professor X and Magneto, political figures on opposite sides with opposing teams to lead. No, now they were Charles and Erik, two men who had been in love for over half their lives, and who had no one to make happy but each other. Alas, that didn’t mean the discussions stopped. They both loved a good debate too much for them to stop them entirely and so, most of the time, it was just a healthy debate about their beliefs and opinions. Most of the time. " - Making up

Erik was the only one allowed to say what he really thought about Charles's beliefs and practices when it came to mutant ideology. Anytime anyone else tried to, Erik wasn't to be held responsible for what happened next. Partner privileges and all that. Even if Erik was the leader of the Brotherhood and Charles the X-Men, two rival groups. Erik wouldn't hear anything about the man he loved. - Charles Xavier Did More For Mutants Than You'll Ever Know

“I can’t just stand by and watch you do this,” Charles said, rolling his chair back and forth in front of Erik, as though he was pacing. “It’s foolish. It’s idiotic. You’re going to kill people, you might get killed. Not to mention whoever else you decide to take along with you. What if one of them gets hurt?” “Then don’t watch me. Us. I have faith in the people I’m taking with me,” Erik replied, crossing his arms over his chest where he was standing, watching Charles. “You said I could come here and you’d let me continue on with my ideologies and try to achieve my goal. Those were the conditions.” “I said we could work something out,” Charles corrected, “Meaning the two of us could work together to find a way we could both be happy, work together, and compromise.” - Conflicting Ideologies