And cat!Erik likes to sleep on cat!Charles’ cardigan, then cat!Charles doesn’t have cloth to wear. 

awuu so cute ;3;






X-Men Reverse Bang Prompt # 1023

After finding out he doesn’t going to live long, Erik decided to do things he wanted to do but didn’t have the courage to—including asking his crush out for a date—a stranger who he saw everyday commuting. He didn’t know they would actually be together. Any details up to writers. Prefer good ending: so Erik was mistaken in the beginning.

One of my xmrb prompts! :) 

Unfortunately my writer went MIA in the beginning, so there’s only art here.  Got in contact with her! :) 

I’ve never done this before, so pardon me if it’s not that great. This sort of relates to the plot, but more like years later. 

On Charles’s office desk at school, there is a little jar with a preserved lump of flesh in it. Students pass it by with disgust or curiosity, never asking about it. There’s a label on it proclaiming that it came from one “Lehnsherr, Erik” a few years ago, but other than that there’s no clue as to what it is exactly or who the man is came from could be. Some speculate a step-brother, or uncle, or maybe even their professor’s best friend, but no one is willing to seek out the information. For one, Charles is only personal about his former students and his baby sister. They know that his sister is “sort of” dating an alumni, and there’s no Erik Lehnsherr in any of the yearbooks. In the years since it showed up on his desk, people have passed it by in wonder, forming theories and making up a story about it. A few medical students classify it as some sort of brain tumor, and the stories get wilder and wilder.

Charles clears it up on a Friday afternoon. It was his last class of the day, and  Valentines day to boot. He knew that many of his students skipped for dinner dates and movies, finding his room half full. Most of his favorites are were, including Kitty Pryde and Cassie Lang, putting him a little more at ease. The jar was in his hand, carefully set onto the podium as the class started. “Today we’re going to talk about a different sort of mutation. It’s related to genetics, as tumors usually are, but brain cancer can affect even the most healthy of people.” He started his lesson off with a slide, as usual.

The students listened attentively as he spoke, jotting down notes and watching him tap the little jar every so often. Notes were passed as the time started to go by, and once class was half over, they noticed their Professor walk to the far end of the room to grab a waist coat and jacket. They matched his suit pants, and it garnered a few giggles. Their professor was going on a date after his lecture, which would have been even more amusing if a note hadn’t gone around that he might be visiting whomever the tumor belonged to. The atmosphere in the room seemed to change after that, even as they watched him smile fondly at the jar and straighten his tie.

“That’s all the lecture I have today,” he announced, nearly a half an hour left to the class. Nobody moved, watching him start to pack up. From the back of the class, someone spoke up.

“Professor Xavier, what happened to Erik? Who was he?” Charles glanced up from his paperwork, smiling shyly and closing his breifcase. He pulled up his chair to sit in front of the class, folding his hands on his lap. 

“Erik Lehnsherr is the name of my partner. We’re both far too old for the term ‘boyfriends,’ I suppose. As you all have guessed, this is his. He’s an athletic man, tall and lean, jogged the same route every day for a year before work, save for three or so days. Changed those habits once the cancer was found. Hardly smoked a day in his life, rarely drank until he was diagnosed.” He held the little jar to the light, looking it over again. “He was from Germany, moved here at twenty five to support his mother as an engineer. She passed away battling cancer, the same affliction as he son. Erik’s the love of my life, the only person aside from Raven who matters so much. I watched him jog his route every day before he knew, and then he stopped for three days. The morning he returned, he got up earlier so he could go to Hank’s to get a dozen roses, then jogged all the way to the park where we’d see one another. I’ll never forget how he asked me out.” Charles chuckled, still smiling to the jar. “‘Excuse me, I’m going to die soon and I really like you. Would you go out on a date with me?’ Not the smoothest way I’d ever been asked out, and for a moment I thought he was joking, but he was entirely honest with me. We ended up spending the whole day together, talking about books and chess and our childhoods. It was almost an instant connection.” There were a couple of sniffles from various students, all assuming the same thing.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Professor,” Kitty spoke, her voice cracking a little. At that, Charles looked quite alarmed.

“Loss? Oh no, you mustn’t assume. Erik is very much alive. He has his days, and he had hs days before and after the surgery, but he does well. He only changed his jogging route to accomodate for my inferior skill, and while he used to get terrible headaches and still has his moments of irritablity, I assure you that he’s still with us.” The class all stared, dumfounded by this new information. Their professor was keeping his still living boyfriend’s three year old brain tumor on his desk as if it were a treasured keepsake.


“Well, it’s simple, you see. Were it not for this cluster of mutated cells, Erik and I would never be together. He has no one else, and he didn’t want to be alone while going through this. His high chance of dying from a rare tumor that usually presents itself in children gave him that little bit of courage he needed to break away from the monotany of a life of work and get a little more social. I admit, it’s a little bit morbid, but it brought us together. Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I’ve just gotten a text from the man in question and we’ve got a reservation to make. I’ll see you all on Monday.” Charles picked up his things and strolled out of the room, leaving his students befuddled. Erik waited for him by his car, dressed in a sleek black suit and silver tie. 

“How was class today?”


adfj;dsklfj I just really adore your art and wanted to write something for it 

Belated reblog! AHHHHHH thank you for the one shot!!! TvT! This is wonderful!!!! <3<3

Keeping the tumor-in-the-jar on the desk is……so Charles lol

Ahh I read the fill a few days ago! So happy that it’s all together now so I can reblog it *u* (had a love-hate relationship with the prompt and desperately needed a fic to complete the story omg I was so restless after I read the Pala’s comic)


I got too many asks asking for this two, to the point I thought I was missing some fandom trend……

!!! Are fauns and satyrs back in style now? *m*

woeuwoeuoewutwioewoi Charles’ ears woeuouweogoweogdos <3


9 11 10 by Subtilior

According to AO3, the longest fanfic in Xmen: First class

I finally finish this one, the recent consecutive two weeks update gave me a lot of fuel <3

Beautiful! Those birds and those details *____*


And then Magneto uses his power to drag Charles’ ship back to Earth. I mean, his pregnant husband is running around the galaxy slaying aliens while doing research, while having an andriod and a cat running after him, I am sure Magneto is worry. 

My crazy dream adventure.

Sorry for any grammatical errors and spelling. 

pala your dreams are beyond brilliant omg


A wedding gift pic

Growing up and old together, oh that’s lovely ;^;



Autumn! And Regency(?) things. 

This is so lovely - I adore the tawny colours of this, which are so gorgeous, and Charles’ soft expression… really beautiful work as ever.


I am giving away little folded cards to 9 people! :D (obviously saving 1 for myself)

Inside image color version:

back of the card: 


-Likes count

-Reblog as many as you want

-don’t have to follow me

-Going to use something like to choose 9 names

-Need to have your ask function on tumblr open, if I can’t contact you within 1 week, I’ll pick another name.

-Will mail anywhere

-Till Oct.20th, 2012



“Erik, dear, tourists are making a buzz of your giant cat sunbathing on the roof of your penthouse, they can see him all the way from the Rockefeller observation deck.” Emma clicks on another Youtube video. 

Oh, they were the ones who waved at me!  Charles chirps. 

“…not only abnormally big, but also telepathic. You better not let U.S. government knows this, they were debating if they should prepare for Giant Alien Cat Invasion of Earth.” Because Charles is a global super star now and so likable, there were some movie invitations, even. 

Erik stretches and buries his face into Charles’ fur, “Let’s take a walk and make everyone wish Giant Alien Cat Invasion will happen now.”

The story about how Erik have a cat Charles, who grew into the biggest cat in the world. Inspired by this

D’awwwwww! <3

sHRIEKS can I have this please omfg



Prometheus David 8 + cat!Charles. The messiest and forever-wip comic strip. 

I finally suck it up and finish this in one sitting, just to get it out of my system, thus super messy and bad anatomy and all that. I vaguely remembered someone mentioned something like this (cat!Charles being swallowed by alien and then reborn into human hybrid form?). 

#ow my heart cat!Charles has a little vest like David’s#happy ending

Oh! This is perfect!

ohhh my gosh this is possibly the best thing ever *m*