Charles Xavier is an ordinary 17 year old boy. He does his homework, meets his friends in the mall and tries to survive at school. But as the new one Erik Lensherr came to his school he puts his life out of order .

Photographic evidence of one's younger days should not be left where one could find them.

Erik goes to work everyday as a successful lawyer while Charles stays home with the kids. Chaos ensures. ModernAU Family

John had always been jealous of what Bobby had. Post-X3 oneshot.

Charles, realizing his feelings for Erik, yearns to be with him. And yet, something is holding Erik back. Can Charles convince Erik that they belong together? Set in First Class and rated M for later smut.

The various ups and downs of the lives of Xavier and Lensherr before they were X and Magneto. First Class based oneshot collection. Will contain drinking, swearing, angst, mentions of violence, and varying degrees of slash.

Could stand alone, but written as a sequel for WithLoveFromTorchwood's High School AU. CHerik, Havshee, Haven, Riptide/Azazel, and Emma/Shaw pairings.

Azazel/Riptide. Riptide is new to the Hellfire Club and has made a lot of mistakes. Can Azazel help him and keep him from Shaw's wrath? COMPLETE

I hate Moira MacTaggert. Everyone knows that. She's a human, after all, and she was the one to hurt my brother. There is, of course, one other reason too – but this one's not MacTaggert's fault.

Post First Class featuring children Charles and Raven. Charles is a telepath alone in the world and in a rather large mansion save for his tormentors. Is there nobody who can save him?

-X-Men First Class.- It's been a month since the Cuban Missile Crisis, and Erik's guilt over Charles' condition consumes him. When the telepath learns of the man's plaguing nightmares and self-hatred, he thinks a nightly visit is in order. Oneshot.

Erik comes back. Set after "First Class."

Alex likes to dream but dreams aren't reality.

The development of Kitty and John's relationship, through a series of conversations in the bedroom. Spans pre-X2 to post-X3.

In the end, it wasn't the bullet which had separated us. It was the helmet.

There's more to meet the eye with Wade Wilson, especially when he was married to Grim Reaper...literally! T for minor swearing, minor sexual acts but nothing too serious and death.

*X-MEN: FIRST CLASS* *ERIK/CHARLES* Erik is awoken by yet another nightmare. Charles wants to help him cope with his agony, but in order to do so, he had to read his mind, even though he promised not to. He fears Erik will continually reject his aid.

All he wants his Erik. They won. This isn't supposed to end tragically. Where is their happy ending.

Telepathy. It allows you to read minds, but there's also other side of the coin - it's not always fun or easy. Sometimes, it crosses borders of minds - crosses the edge of sanity.

Entre os treinamentos na Mansão de Charles, todos tiram uma noite para curtirem e dançarem, exceto Erik, que se diverte muito mais observando alguém em especial. Insinuações a Charles/Erik; Hank/Raven; Alex/Sean.

A.U.Charles é um garoto que está no hospital se recuperando depois de um acidente ter lhe tirado o movimento das pernas, por sorte, ele tem um médico para cuidar bem dele.

Tradução.Erik não podia suportar mais esse sentimento, se ele o contivesse por mais tempo, ele poderia explodir como uma lata bem balançada de refrigerante. Ele precisava falar para Charles o que o irritava mais. .:. pre-slash AU/faculdade.drabble.

Tradução.E foi assim como ele encontrou a si mesmo: esgueirando-se por aí no meio da noite, tentando vislumbrar um pedacinho de Erik. Ele não podia acreditar que se sujeitara a ficar espiando por aí. Cherik, com pitadas de pensamentos impróprios.drabble.

Tradução.Era tudo culpa do tapete.Maldito Charles e seus malditos tapetes. Foi o tapete que o fez tropeçar e beijar Charles, e o tapete que trouxe Alex e Sean junto para acidentalmente ver o incidente. .:. Cherik, drabble humorístico durante Fist Class.

Erik loves Charles and Charles loves Erik. It's too bad that they don't realize it until it's too late.