young mcfassy :)
WAAAAAAHHHH SUCH BABYFACES
Casually bringing this one back
All I want is a modern urban fantasy/fairy-tale AU where they are both enchanted princes who accidentally fall in love and lift each other’s curses and the world is warmer and brighter.
And they have those old school fairy tale enchantments, like whenever he speaks, flowers and gems fall from Charles’ lips, so as a result lots of people woo him aggressively and he just wants to be loved for himself, not be the object of desire for ambitious florists and jewellers. And there’s a steel shard wedged deep in Erik’s heart by evil wizard Shaw, which leaves him furious and tormented and obsessed with revenge, no room for other emotion but pain and anger. And they help each other through true love. Like, true love Penelope-style: the enchantments are lifted not because they love each other, but because having another love them helped the princes realise they are worthy of love and they started loving themselves and freed themselves through self-awareness.
Because Michael Fassbender rocking sweatpants in the kitchen is hella hot.
excuse me, ike, i think you meant EVERY DOMESTIC AU???
i hope those are the clothes he slipped on upon waking up, and now he’s about to scramble eggs for breakfast. he’s left charles still sleeping in bed, worn out after travel and last night’s reunion sex.
I would normally say “TELL ME MORE” but I’ve been lucky enough to have you tell me more about a lot of things lately, so I’ll give you a break XD
BUT YES THIS IS EVERYTHING I LOVE. ALL THE DOMESTIC ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AUS ♥ ♥ ♥
TELL ME MORE, PEARLLL
But surely Charles is looking at him from the other side of the kitchen
After Hugh Jackman, Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy appeared on The Graham Norton Show and danced to Blurred Lines, the inspiration for this parody came almost instantly.
This is dedicated to all the Tumblr fangirls and fanboys, so your support is appreciated - please share the love! #FASSYVOYMAN
I NEED THIS
ITS OKAY TO BE BAD ENDING
Secret mutant assassin X hired to take care of the mutant opposition dissenter Erik Lehnsherr who is disrupting Sebastian Shaw’s political movement with his own bid for power…
'What was I thinking,' wonders Charles, staring at his own reflection in the bathroom at the Ritz.
Raven had dragged him in there, stumbling and hungover and muttering about genes because apparently they had a standing obligation to attend somebody’s wedding, and Raven did not care that Charles would much rather be in the lab, lovingly stroking the machine that had refused to yield the promised results and got his grant and the support of the Institute revoked the day before. It was not his baby’s fault. Cerebro could do it. It just needed more time, and care, and some fine tuning even Hank couldn’t figure out, but - Charles would much rather be there, stroking the machine’s metal flank instead of pouring champagne down his throat as someone was getting ready to pledge himself to someone. And so, when Charles excused himself and went to the restroom, nearly tripping over his feet with so many tipsy minds around, and saw a man with crazy panicked eyes clutching at the marble sink and struggling to breathe - when he met those grey eyes and then looked over the sharp jaw and the wide shoulders trapped in a too-perfect suit - when he heard the awful noise and nauseous panic in the man’s mind What the hell am I doing how can I ever pull it off - well, Charles had really aimed for a helpful hug. A supportive gesture. And then he had an armful of warm, hard flesh plastered all over his front, nice chest, nice arms, nice stomach, nice thighs wrapping around his waist - and a sudden brightness all around, a strong, beautiful mind unfurling all around him, pressing in with desperate urgency. Well. Charles wasn’t doing much thinking after. It was pure instinct. Lick, bite, suck, thrust; a lot of action that he couldn’t even call mindless because his mind basked in it, the hot, sharp presence of another’s keen want.
And now, with the still anonymous stranger attempting to straighten his appearance - a lost cause, probably - Charles is staring at himself in the mirror. What was he thinking. He’s just fucked the groom.
I… really think Erik was about to marry to get the final stage of his GRAND REVENGE SCHEME in motion, soap opera style. Maybe he was marrying Shaw himself, or one of his associates, Essex or Frost, to bring about his downfall in some convoluted scenario (you know, Magneto, master strategist). And then at the last moment he realised how fucked up and risky it actually was, and panicked, and wasn’t thinking clearly (you know, Magneto). So he was all nerves, cutlery sticking to him and people’s smartphones randomly dying all around him, and he ran away to the restroom for a breather and then there’s this man who’s Erik’s walking wet dream walks in, and Erik has denied himself everything he WANTED for so long, vengeance is a busy job 24/7, so he just - snapped. And went for it. So here he is, grand vengeance scheme down the drain. Maybe.
Except he is MAGNETO, MASTER STRATEGIST, all right, he nicked one of the gorgeous man’s business cards out of his pocket while they were… engaged, and maybe it’s still okay, he can salvage this. There’s no way to work around the fact that he’s all rumpled and shagged out and there are people watching as he walks out of the restroom right after Xavier, but… That IS Xavier. Xavier has money, power (and a really great cock, shut up, it may be useful in Erik’s revenge plan somehow, like to work off Erik’s stress, that’s important). Xavier is a telepath and probably a genius. And now he’s rather drunk, and the sloppy happy mindwaves Erik got from him while they were… engaged suggest that he’s at least half-way a decent person. So he might be persuaded to… salvage their reputations. By marrying Erik. Actually, given how murderous his (blue, scaly) sister is looking right now, hitting Xavier on the head with a Jimmy Choo, she may very well be doing the persuading. It is all working out very well in Erik’s favour. MAGNETO TRIUMPHS AGAIN.
yeeeeeeeeeesssssssss. and then all the sex.
The next day Charles wakes up with a hangover and mysterious hickeys all over his chest and is not sure whether he actually urgently married some guy who looked like a toothpaste model or Tony has pranked him by hacking into all his devices and filling them with fake emails, fake news articles, fake Google Alerts with the Xavier family name, fake paparazzi shots, fake missed calls from Raven and his mother and fake giggly voice messages from Cain… okay, even Tony probably wouldn’t stoop that low.
This can only mean one thing, Charles grumbles, vision blurry as he stomps into the kitchen -
- where all the kitchen appliances are gleaming and working merrily, yielding toast and coffee instead of moth balls and an air of general neglect, and HOLY SHIT THERE’S A NAKED MAN IN MY KITCHEN no, he’s not a toothpaste model, he must be a condom model, what were you drinking yesterday, Charles, Dom Perignon or Hank’s prototype serum, HOW COULD YOU FORGET THIS.
HEHEHEHE and how does charles deal with the fact that his new husband is shamelessly intent on using his fortune and his influence for his own purposes and, more egregiously, doesn’t enjoy tea?? who doesn’t enjoy tea?? apparently the hot piece of sex on legs strutting around his kitchen as if he owns the place
Well, Erik doesn’t flaunt his secret plans and Charles doesn’t go digging in his mind (quite foolish, if you ask Erik), so it’s all reasonably awkward and both of them are not very well versed in the fine art of social interaction - Charles can do genetics jokes and rubbish flirting, and Erik can do the glower and the smoulder and the meaningful silence, but TALKING IS HARD. And awkward. They did fuck in the bathroom fifteen minutes before Erik’s wedding and were bullied by Raven into marrying the same night. So, they try to bridge the distance and overcome the awkwardness - but the only thing that comes to mind is more fucking - which they do. Body-to-body communication seems to go just fine.
And then Charles has to go to the lab, and Erik comes along, and FIXES THE THING THAT WAS WRONG WITH CEREBRO, Charles’ baby, Charles’ precious, it’s working now, look how it hums and purrs, Hank, look. And that’s when Charles decides he might as well fall in love.
AND THEN MORE SEX