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Out now! And on sale as part of the 45% off sale this weekend at my publisher JMS Books! The first of two bonus stories for Gareth and Lorre from Magician! (Still feels like a weird day for book promo, but- reading queer romance = resistance! Love & hope!)

“Portraits” is the expanded (around a thousand words longer) version of the flash fic story I wrote for the JMS Books Love Is Free charity anthology! Here, Gareth and Lorre go to a museum, and discover a relic out of Lorre’s past...

JMS Books link here!

Amazon link here!

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dofp cherik... always on my mind...

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erik “can’t stop thinking about charles in his little catsuit” lehnsherr

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happy cherik week

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Cherik Week 2025 // Day 6: Parents

Charles wants one of those staged family photos. Erik can’t smile. Pietro lost a shoe. Wanda is squirming. Lorna rolled through the grass right after they did her hair. Nobody but Charles is happy.

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MAGNETO: Binary Sword MARVEL RIVALS (2024) dev. NetEase Games.

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cherik art prompt: cherik cuddles?

Cuddles throughout the ages! This was fun to do

Currently accepting cherik doodle prompts!

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The four genders

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Hi Jacky :>

(It's not supposed to be a question, however I decided to leave it here as a... pleasant surprise :))

Anyways, I'm so glad to see you back with another work! It's been so long, I've been rereading your post-dark phoenix fics for (God knows how many times...). Still enjoy every bit of them like the first time though, as well as looking forward to your new ones 🥳🥰!

From that annon who once gathered all her courage to ask for your permission to translate "The general's mate" into Vietnamese :>

Hello @sun4ndmoon !!!

I’m so glad to hear from you again! 😬

Ah, thank you so much, my friend! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the post xmdp fics. 🥹 It’s always lovely to hear that!! And THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Thank you so much supporting my new works. I’m slowly trying to get back to writing more and more these days. So your support is truly appreciated!

You’re extremely sweet to stop by and drop such a lovely message! It truly made my made day!

I hope that you have a lovely day/night, too. Much love!

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lazy morning

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Rage & Serenity- Erik (Part 2)

Charles and Erik oscillate between Rage and Serenity. Only Erik can push Charles into rage and only Charles can pull Erik towards peace. And somewhere between those two, they find love.

Rage & Serenity- Charles (Part 1)

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‘Do you think destroying human settlements would ever bring about peace between humans and us, Magneto?’ Jubilee says, all but spitting the words at Erik.

Erik looks at her. Jubilee is naively young. She probably hasn’t seen the things Erik has, nor suffered at human hands-- like Erik has. When she's older, and wiser, she’ll probably see things his way. Or not. 

‘Peace, Jubilee?’ Erik scoffs, looking her dead in the eye. ‘Peace was never an option.’

He’d said the same words to Charles once, a long time ago, when they both were young and reckless. Nothing has seemingly changed between then and now. Fighting humans hasn’t brought Erik peace. Au contraire, the injustice of it all enrages him further, angers him until all threads of rational thought snap under his wrath. Destroying humans and all they stand for won’t bring Erik peace. Just like killing Shaw didn’t. 

‘Killing Shaw wouldn’t bring you peace,’ Charles had once told him. Erik knew from the get go that it wouldn’t. Killing Shaw or even a thousand of his men wouldn’t bring him peace-- because none of that would bring back his mother. If anything, it served in closing a chapter in Erik’s life. Served in burying a broken heart.

The train of thought makes Erik uncharacteristically wonder whether there had been a time in his life where he’d known peace at all. Perhaps when he was still a boy, unmarred by the hands of war, living with his parents in Germany. Oh, but Erik remembers so little of that time, that it’s difficult to remember what he felt then at all. That is a tragedy in itself if Erik was so inclined to dwell into it. If not for Charles, his happiest memory of his mother would have drowned in his hatred.

Perhaps with Charles then. Somewhere between cruising through the American countryside with Charles by his side. Somewhere between looking out for their own kind and each other. Somewhere between Charles’ silk sheets and his soft skin running under Erik’s fingers, with him sheathed in Charles, and Charles curled warmly in Erik’s mind, with Charles’ heartbeat beating faithfully beneath Erik’s ear, and Charles’ love filling his heart, Erik had found something very close to peace. Something almost like serenity; tranquility; a feeling of home. 

It doesn’t really matter in the end, because peace is not an option for a war machine like Erik.

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Rage & Serenity- Charles (Part 1)

Charles and Erik oscillate between Rage and Serenity. Only Erik can push Charles into rage and only Charles can pull Erik towards peace. And somewhere between those two, they find love.

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Charles was alone the first time voices started whispering in his head at the age of ten. HIs Mother had thought him a freak and his Step-father had thought him a monster. It wasn’t until he was twelve, standing across from a blue girl in their massive kitchen, that Charles had learned that he wasn't alone. 

‘You don’t have anyone?’ he’d asked a wide eyed Raven.

‘No,’ she’d said, feigning nonchalance. ‘I’m all by myself.”

‘Well,’ Charles had said then, ‘You’re not alone. Not anymore. Not while I have a say in it.”

He’d vowed to himself that day that he’d do anything to ensure that no child had to resort to stealing for a meal, that no child would have to grow up believing they’re freaks and monsters, that no child would grow up feeling unloved. Even at twelve, he wasn’t vain enough to believe that he could reform the entire world, but if he could help anyone, anywhere, then it would be one less child who would grow up like him.

He graduated school two years ahead of everyone. Charles’ good grades took him to Oxford, where he fell in love with Genetics & Mutant Studies. Then into the cold and churning Atlantic, where he fell in love with Erik.

The same Erik who’s sitting in front of him now, eying Charles like he’s a greater piece of puzzle than the chess game unfolding between them. 

‘You want to open a school,’ Erik says, gaze boring into Charles, ‘Why?’

Coming from Erik, and coming like that, it sounds more like an accusation than a question. Charles grits his teeth.

‘I want to build a safe haven for children, Erik. Both mutant, and human alike.’ Charles adds before turning away from Erik’s gaze. ‘I don’t want any child to grow up unwanted.’ Unloved, he doesn’t say.

Erik’s eyes are still boring into Charles when he looks back. It’s as though Erik can rip open Charles’ soul and consume it with his eye alone. Erik looks at Charles like he knows something Charles doesn’t. Damn that Bastard. 

‘Is it because you don’t want the Children to feel unwanted,’ Erik says at long last, ‘Or because you don’t want to.’

Oh, how dare he! How dare he? Incensed needles prickle beneath Charles’ skin. He wants to hurl something at Erik. Yell at him. Shout at him that it didn’t matter either way, because it doesn’t, but he can’t. Charles feels off-footed, off-balanced, like the last tether holding him in the eye has snapped, pulling him back into a raging storm. His throat feels dry. Suddenly, Charles is a ten year old again, swirling in his Mother’s indifferent thoughts, drowning in his step-father’s repulsive mind. Lost, scared, and alone all over again— prying for his Mother’s attention, following her every footstep, begging to be loved. And angry; so very angry for that.

‘Charles,’ Erik’s faint voice calls out to him through the churning storm. And then, a little stronger, growing in strength, until he’s all but shouting in Charles’ mind. When Charles finally opens his eyes, Erik is still looking at Charles, only now, gaze twined with concern. 

Charles gets up on unsteady legs and slams his lips into Erik’s. Because the alternative would have been setting Erik’s mind ablaze.

Somewhere between kisses pressed into the expanse of Charles’ skin— kisses that feel more like whispers of prayers more than anything else— thrusts that threaten to destroy Charles in more ways than one, and the ever growing presence of Erik in his head, the storm in Charles’ mind simmers down, leaving a gaping void in its wake. 

Filling that void is the steady pulse of Erik’s love and devotion. Like Erik, his love is all consuming, until Charles is all but drowning in its bottomless depths. When Erik presses a soft kiss just over his heart, Charles feels like he can finally breathe again. 

I love you, Erik whispers into his head, his voice soft but unabashed. A sob escapes Charles’ lips, and a tear tears through his cheek.

Me too, Darling. Charles kisses the top of Erik’s head. Me too.

They’ll still up another storm the next day, Charles knows, for now though, he closes his eyes and falls into a peaceful sleep.

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💥 slut down, slut in distress 💥

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there was not a wrathful bone in this boy's body before his mama died.

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Cherik Week 2025 // Day 1: Telepathic Bond

Erik doesn’t need Prazosin for his PTSD nightmares. He has Charles.

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erik & charles | chess

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James McAvoy as Charles Xavier

X-MEN: FIRST CLASS (2011)