Charles/Erik, University/High School AU, Charles gets a makeover!
anonymous
May 1 2013, 12:05:46 UTC
Erik has always crushed on geeky-but-cute Charles, but he fiercely keeps it as a secret. Erik is one of the 'cool kids' and Charles--not. But Erik has always been smitten.
Charles, on the other hand, is tired of being called a dweeb and harassed by others (Erik's friends) for his floppy hair and numerous frumpy sweaters and humongous glasses and just being a nerd. (I'm thinking Brian from Starter for 10)
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Re: Charles/Erik,, Charles gets a makeover! (5a/?)
anonymous
May 19 2013, 09:57:45 UTC
bleh, sorry I forgot to name the last part. Also, apologies for the namelessness of the story, still thinking... ______________________________________________________ Breathe, Charles. Just breathe. Charles knew he was hyperventilating. He was also aware of all the eyes on him, so, instead of going to his usual Math class, he ran to the men's washroom. Luckily, he found it empty. He walked to the mirrors, hands resting on the sink. He just walked into Erik Lehnsherr. Again. But Erik felt nice, all carved and hard against his chest. And he smelt nice too, some spicy, exotic taste that he didn't recognise. And the way he was looking at him! Charles remembered, blushing again, as he replayed the morning. He had walked into school, reciting Emma's tips like a mantra. Ignore everyone, and move like you know a big secret. So he had stayed quiet, even when he knew everyone was looking at him. Keep your head high, and walk slowly. Or else you'd trip and fall, Charles.Charles swallowed, doing his best to follow her instructions. But it was
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Re: Charles/Erik, Charles gets a makeover! (5b/?)
anonymous
May 19 2013, 09:58:54 UTC
Erik's body was a nice weight on top of him. It was the smouldering gaze of his, that made Charles very self-aware. And then, even after pulling him up, Erik was gaping at Charles, and Charles wasn't sure what to do. But then, there was this small, warm feeling in his chest. Erik had recognised him! Of all people, Erik Lehnsherr recognised him! Erik apologised, and that gave Charles something to talk about. Oh, that's when he called Erik darling, and maybe it was too much(?) But it just felt right, and he wanted to do it again
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Re: Charles/Erik, Charles gets a makeover! (5b/?)velvet_cadenceMay 19 2013, 15:11:15 UTC
/makes gurgling noises
Oh sweetheart! I just love the contrast between what everyone sees and what Charles feels. I love how everyone's jaws just dropped. It's like one of those movie scenes where the main character walks into the scene all badass and slow mo and people just trip over themselves gawping. And LOL those girls. "He's British! OMG." I wanna see their reaction when they find out he's the same Charlie Xavier. Poor Hank, but maybe he'll get his own makeover from Emma lolol.
And Erik! I'm going to have an aneurysm because this is just too cute for words and I can't! Out of all the people, only Erik recognizes him. I hope he asks Charles out soon. Or Charles asks him!
Teenage Dream (6a/?)
anonymous
May 23 2013, 19:11:13 UTC
mhahaha, finally naming it. Sorry for the cheesiness in the title. Also, I started posting it on ao3 here...I hope that's okay? Also, introducing jealous!Erik, because why not. Also, I'm going to shut up and post the chapter. Apologies for the delay! ______________________________________________________________________ Erik sighed, looking out of the window. He didn’t feel like concentrating on another stupid lecture. Well, his mind was diverted anyways. Almost as if Charles was a telepath, just, always present in his mind. It was hard to believe that this was the same old Charles. What the fuck happened to him? Not that Erik wouldn’t agree that this Charles was totally begging him to take him against the lockers, but Erik liked the old Charles nonetheless. Maybe he just liked shorter, adorable people with stupid, floppy brown hair and electric blue eyes and British accents. (Or maybe that was just Charles?) Also, maybe he was a bit, just a teeny, tiny bit sapiosexual. And it was already hard to endure when Charles looked like a
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Teenage Dream (6b/?)
anonymous
May 23 2013, 19:18:03 UTC
Then there was today, during lunch, when he found himself behind Charles in the line. “Charles!” Erik bit his tongue before he said something stupid like fancy seeing you here, or come here often? Charles turned towards him, and Erik could see the realization washing over his face. Charles broke into a wide grin, and his eyebrows shot up. “Well, hello again, my friend,” Charles smiled, to which Erik smiled back. But okay, fine, there was this tiny hint of disappointment he felt. What? No more darlings, were they? “So, how’s everything going?” Erik asked lamely, instead of saying what he had planned on saying. Charles huffed out a laugh, “…different, I’d say.” Damnit Lehnsherr! Just ask him already! “Oh, okay.” He took a silent breath as Charles filled his tray. Ask him. Erik Lehnsherr. Ask him. “So Charles…will you, um. You know, uhh,” Erik gritted his teeth. “Will you help me with the Math homework?” Awesome.He saw Charles frowning, but maybe that was amusement? Erik picked up something absently for his tray, ignoring Charles,
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Teenage Dream (6c/?)
anonymous
May 23 2013, 19:22:16 UTC
Charles’ blue-eyed charms didn’t pardon the teachers either. Charles, who was so humble, and so polite, and so hard-working, and so adorable, and now, so pretty too. All the female teachers went Ooh Charles! Ohh Charles! Even the male ones asked for his opinions, and talked to him during class, going all Okay, Xavier? and What do you think, Xavier? They all had started to excuse him, and pardon him, and even let him sleep in class once! And it was just two days since Charles-the-Oxford-boy had become Charles-the-Made-in-Brazil-model. Erik gritted his teeth again. And why did Charles have to be so nice and reply back so properly? Why did he have to smile and nod, and greet them, and answer all their questions, and know everything, inlcuding the mass of the sun, and the depth of the Pacific
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Teenage Dream (7a/?)amethystrose001June 2 2013, 12:33:28 UTC
Hi guys, its me. De-anoning, because I feel comfortable enough to write like this yeah. Author and proud! Okay, that was stupid. Sorry for the huge delay. I promise I will finish this quickly!! Also, all mistakes are mine. ____________________________________________
Logan was not a very social person, he'd admit that. But seriously, he couldn't take it anymore. Xavier was his favourite student, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. And Lehnsherr, well, he was good, sort of. But the googly eyes they made at each other, was too much for Logan to bear. Seriously, he could feel their unrequited love-crush-tension -whatever it was, whatever the kids these days call it- yeah, Logan could feel it come off them like bright rays of sunshine and rainbows, aimed directly at him, and if he had to see one of them steal a glance at the other for one more time, he was sure he'd puke, right there, in front of the class
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Teenage Dream (7b/?)amethystrose001June 2 2013, 12:37:03 UTC
Charles climbed down carefully, setting the huge pile of books on the table, next to Erik’s. He then repeated the whole procedure again. Only this time, Erik was setting down his pile at the same time, and their hands brushed, and Erik looked up to him like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t, and Charles pulled back his hand, apologizing, and looking away, and getting back to his ladder with a duster.
But woah, his hand sure was warm, and Charles wanted to touch him again. Mr Logan was his favourite teacher now! He started dusting off the shelf, wiping the corners. His eyes spotted a dust bunny in the farthest corner, and okay, maybe if he just stretched some more, he could reach it. He didn’t want Erik to think he was useless, not able to clean a meager shelf by himself. He grabbed the shelf with one hand, standing on the tip of his toes on the little ladder. Just a little more, and he was almost there, stretching just a little more, when the stepladder gave away, and he went scrambling down
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Teenage Dream (7c/?)amethystrose001June 2 2013, 12:40:26 UTC
“Uhhm?” A gentle voice interrupted them, and Charles sprang away like he’d been tased. Erik pointed a death glare to the owner of the voice, which was Moira, if he recalled correctly.
“Erik, um, Mr. Logan has called you to his office,” she said, looking here and there, and avoiding his glare. He nodded roughly, and looked back at Charles, who was avoiding his gaze as well, blushing scarlet.
Fine. It wouldn’t take much time…He hurried out to Logan’s office, hoping he could continue what he’d wanted to do.
The Math teacher simply huffed and handed him a few more books to be returned to the library, and good Lord! They were heavy. No wonder Charles had a fit body; these books were perfect gym materials, and Charles carried them around like a mother monkey carried her children
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Teenage Dream (8b/?)amethystrose001June 3 2013, 16:07:09 UTC
Charles sighed again. Rose was done with the hair and she looked at him as Ben put the final pins in his vest, tightening it till Charles was sure heâd discovered second skin. âRelax sweetheart,â Emma said, putting final touch ups to her gown. She was dressed as the White Witch from that movie that just came out⦠âOz, the -something- and powerfulâ, was it? Charles wasnât a big fan of movies or comics; he read books. But heâd decided to learn about what his friends were dressing up as. (Keep your enemies close, they said. So he had to know things about Emma and Raven, right?) She had a gorgeous white and blue gown on, complemented with glitter, faux fur, a tiara and even a gown. Charles was sure Emma was born to be the White Witch; she looked so perfect, all celestial and other-worldly
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Teenage Dream (8c/?)amethystrose001June 3 2013, 16:10:56 UTC
âMy lady,â Shaw said, halting stiffly and bowing, just like the commander he was playing. âOrder me, commander,â Emma winked, taking his hand as they headed out. Raven and Azazel were still posing for the camera, both highly photo-genic and proud. âNever knew you had it in you, arrow-girl,â Azazel said, waving his tail. âShut up or Iâll arrow your tail into your ass,â Raven said, laughing grimly, probably character bleeding. They laughed too, as they headed out, leaving Charles alone with the grooming team. They didnât scare him now. Much. âI donât want to go, I look ridiculous!â Charles exclaimed. âWell, seriously speaking, Sir, I really wished I had a Professor like that when I was in High School,â Andrea said, handing him the ruler-stick thingy. Even though Charles had protested with all his might, the girls had decided to dress him up as the sexy professor. âWhat? No!â He had said, horrified at the very name
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Charles, on the other hand, is tired of being called a dweeb and harassed by others (Erik's friends) for his floppy hair and numerous frumpy sweaters and humongous glasses and just being a nerd. (I'm thinking Brian from Starter for 10)
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Loving it so far ;)
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Breathe, Charles. Just breathe.
Charles knew he was hyperventilating. He was also aware of all the eyes on him, so, instead of going to his usual Math class, he ran to the men's washroom. Luckily, he found it empty. He walked to the mirrors, hands resting on the sink.
He just walked into Erik Lehnsherr. Again. But Erik felt nice, all carved and hard against his chest. And he smelt nice too, some spicy, exotic taste that he didn't recognise. And the way he was looking at him! Charles remembered, blushing again, as he replayed the morning.
He had walked into school, reciting Emma's tips like a mantra.
Ignore everyone, and move like you know a big secret.
So he had stayed quiet, even when he knew everyone was looking at him.
Keep your head high, and walk slowly. Or else you'd trip and fall, Charles.Charles swallowed, doing his best to follow her instructions. But it was ( ... )
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But then, there was this small, warm feeling in his chest. Erik had recognised him! Of all people, Erik Lehnsherr recognised him!
Erik apologised, and that gave Charles something to talk about. Oh, that's when he called Erik darling, and maybe it was too much(?) But it just felt right, and he wanted to do it again ( ... )
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Oh sweetheart! I just love the contrast between what everyone sees and what Charles feels. I love how everyone's jaws just dropped. It's like one of those movie scenes where the main character walks into the scene all badass and slow mo and people just trip over themselves gawping. And LOL those girls. "He's British! OMG." I wanna see their reaction when they find out he's the same Charlie Xavier. Poor Hank, but maybe he'll get his own makeover from Emma lolol.
And Erik! I'm going to have an aneurysm because this is just too cute for words and I can't! Out of all the people, only Erik recognizes him. I hope he asks Charles out soon. Or Charles asks him!
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Erik sighed, looking out of the window. He didn’t feel like concentrating on another stupid lecture. Well, his mind was diverted anyways. Almost as if Charles was a telepath, just, always present in his mind.
It was hard to believe that this was the same old Charles. What the fuck happened to him? Not that Erik wouldn’t agree that this Charles was totally begging him to take him against the lockers, but Erik liked the old Charles nonetheless. Maybe he just liked shorter, adorable people with stupid, floppy brown hair and electric blue eyes and British accents. (Or maybe that was just Charles?) Also, maybe he was a bit, just a teeny, tiny bit sapiosexual. And it was already hard to endure when Charles looked like a ( ... )
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“Charles!” Erik bit his tongue before he said something stupid like fancy seeing you here, or come here often?
Charles turned towards him, and Erik could see the realization washing over his face. Charles broke into a wide grin, and his eyebrows shot up.
“Well, hello again, my friend,” Charles smiled, to which Erik smiled back. But okay, fine, there was this tiny hint of disappointment he felt. What? No more darlings, were they?
“So, how’s everything going?” Erik asked lamely, instead of saying what he had planned on saying.
Charles huffed out a laugh, “…different, I’d say.”
Damnit Lehnsherr! Just ask him already!
“Oh, okay.”
He took a silent breath as Charles filled his tray.
Ask him. Erik Lehnsherr. Ask him.
“So Charles…will you, um. You know, uhh,” Erik gritted his teeth. “Will you help me with the Math homework?”
Awesome.He saw Charles frowning, but maybe that was amusement? Erik picked up something absently for his tray, ignoring Charles, ( ... )
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Erik gritted his teeth again. And why did Charles have to be so nice and reply back so properly? Why did he have to smile and nod, and greet them, and answer all their questions, and know everything, inlcuding the mass of the sun, and the depth of the Pacific ( ... )
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Logan was not a very social person, he'd admit that. But seriously, he couldn't take it anymore. Xavier was his favourite student, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. And Lehnsherr, well, he was good, sort of. But the googly eyes they made at each other, was too much for Logan to bear. Seriously, he could feel their unrequited love-crush-tension -whatever it was, whatever the kids these days call it- yeah, Logan could feel it come off them like bright rays of sunshine and rainbows, aimed directly at him, and if he had to see one of them steal a glance at the other for one more time, he was sure he'd puke, right there, in front of the class ( ... )
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But woah, his hand sure was warm, and Charles wanted to touch him again. Mr Logan was his favourite teacher now! He started dusting off the shelf, wiping the corners. His eyes spotted a dust bunny in the farthest corner, and okay, maybe if he just stretched some more, he could reach it. He didn’t want Erik to think he was useless, not able to clean a meager shelf by himself.
He grabbed the shelf with one hand, standing on the tip of his toes on the little ladder. Just a little more, and he was almost there, stretching just a little more, when the stepladder gave away, and he went scrambling down ( ... )
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“Erik, um, Mr. Logan has called you to his office,” she said, looking here and there, and avoiding his glare. He nodded roughly, and looked back at Charles, who was avoiding his gaze as well, blushing scarlet.
Fine. It wouldn’t take much time…He hurried out to Logan’s office, hoping he could continue what he’d wanted to do.
The Math teacher simply huffed and handed him a few more books to be returned to the library, and good Lord! They were heavy. No wonder Charles had a fit body; these books were perfect gym materials, and Charles carried them around like a mother monkey carried her children ( ... )
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Great to see you out and proud, author!
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Rose was done with the hair and she looked at him as Ben put the final pins in his vest, tightening it till Charles was sure heâd discovered second skin.
âRelax sweetheart,â Emma said, putting final touch ups to her gown. She was dressed as the White Witch from that movie that just came out⦠âOz, the -something- and powerfulâ, was it? Charles wasnât a big fan of movies or comics; he read books. But heâd decided to learn about what his friends were dressing up as. (Keep your enemies close, they said. So he had to know things about Emma and Raven, right?) She had a gorgeous white and blue gown on, complemented with glitter, faux fur, a tiara and even a gown. Charles was sure Emma was born to be the White Witch; she looked so perfect, all celestial and other-worldly ( ... )
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âOrder me, commander,â Emma winked, taking his hand as they headed out.
Raven and Azazel were still posing for the camera, both highly photo-genic and proud.
âNever knew you had it in you, arrow-girl,â Azazel said, waving his tail.
âShut up or Iâll arrow your tail into your ass,â Raven said, laughing grimly, probably character bleeding. They laughed too, as they headed out, leaving Charles alone with the grooming team.
They didnât scare him now. Much.
âI donât want to go, I look ridiculous!â Charles exclaimed.
âWell, seriously speaking, Sir, I really wished I had a Professor like that when I was in High School,â Andrea said, handing him the ruler-stick thingy. Even though Charles had protested with all his might, the girls had decided to dress him up as the sexy professor.
âWhat? No!â He had said, horrified at the very name ( ... )
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