#he just gets paranoid that erik will find out somehow but he keeps getting injured and eventually charles/raven are like "PLEASE talk to him

[xmcu-fietro]

saw a youtube comment talking about how Peter’s powers are more than mere superspeed---how he can essentially manipulate gravity and inertia and that’s why when he throws people out of the mansion they don’t die, and why he can listen to music super fast. Everything within his bubble operates under his power’s rules, basically, and that’s also why he can make it so that he can stand still (not running) while everyone else moves in slow motion. And then someone responded by saying that that would make a ton of sense because of who his father is since gravity manipulation is a lot closer to electromagnetic field manipulation than superspeed is, and I’d never thought of it that way but MY HEART

#he got that power from his dad I--- #i mean obviously because mutation is genetic BUT his powers seem to have so little overlap with erik's. and yet here this is! #so his powers aren't totally separate from his dad's :*) #this is so sweet #ugh i love when they have little things like this in common #like yes they've been separated for years and years and erik doesn't even know peter's his son but LOOK there's little hints of #them being related in the smallest details #OOH what if peter realizes that he's got gravity manipulation in addition to just superspeed and he freaks out and tries to not use it in #training but it causes him to get injured because he isn't using his full power set and everyone's like 'why are you not using this if you #have it??' and he doesn't know how to explain that he doesn't want erik to somehow pick up on the similarities between their types of #force manipulation even though it's not all that noticeable #he just gets paranoid that erik will find out somehow but he keeps getting injured and eventually charles/raven are like "PLEASE talk to him #peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #erik lehnsherr #magneto #dadneto #dadneto and quickson #quickson #superspeed #powers

[wristic]

Between Earth and Hades (Part 2)

Pairing: Teacher Erik, Student reader (Not together but you do have a serious crush goin on)

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: None

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6-

After discovering your abilities, you begin to perfect them in the training initiative on Erik’s behest. After catching you use that training for a darker purpose, tensions between you and him rise.

It was good to hear them scream. The sheer amount of panic that chorused out of your bullies when a dome of black fog descended around them and blocked off the hall. Your fist outstretched you laughed, not bothering to pick up the books they knocked out of your hands and scattered at your feet. This moment took all of your attention because you needed it, to see them back off when you were done tormenting them for not just keeping to them damn selves like everyone else.

A hard grip clamped around your wrist and yanked you back, pulling you out of your reverie. Erik was glaring at you, jaw set with what you knew was to be a lecture.

The fact he was protecting them burned under your skin. Ripping your hand free you missed your bullies run and stumble scared, their whimpering drowned out by the racing of your heart.

The anger in his face broke down. In a few blinks he sighed and slouched, disappointment in his words. Him expecting better from you wasn’t fair. “What are you doing?”

The students slowly picked up their pace, forcing themselves to ignore the situation far more interesting than going to class. You kicked your many papers strewn about the ground for exaggeration. “Protecting myself.”

His brow furrowed as he looked down, eyes reaching through the hall where your tormentors had run away. “That’s not the way to do it.”

“Ignoring them sure as hell didn’t work.”

“I agree but there are other ways-”

“You never stopped them.” you snapped, swaying on the other foot to a more challenging stance. Recognizing it Erik went a bit stiff, taking a deep breath to center himself and prepare for your paranoid assault. There was so much about you that reminded him of himself sometimes, finding a likeness that only strengthened to hear your anger spreading and worming its blame to many others like his so often did.

“This is different-”

You replied with the finality of a leader. “No it isn’t.”

A sense of pride swelled his heart, trying to remain stern but a grin fighting him nonetheless. Stepping closer he kept his voice level to you. “They were bullying, and you’re right, I should have been more direct in stopping them, but what you’re doing is revenge-”

You scoffed, crossing your arms defensively, “You wanna talk about avoiding revenge and taking the higher path? That’s cheap-”

When he barked your name you submitted and backed down looking attacked, him probably being the more wounded party. Dropping his gaze to avoid your blunt truth, he hoped you’d listen now. “I know… the things they said and did carved in an anger not easily sated, but we cannot fight each other. Don’t create a circle you can’t get out of, it only gets thicker the next time around.”

Looking at you pout in silence, it was clear the words didn’t sink. At least, likely not in the way he wanted.

After discovering your abilities, Erik thought it best you practice with them, taking the X-Men extra-curricular. It had been improving you marvelously as your attack earlier had shown, but he had a feeling today would be different. You were still furious with him, the frustration coming off in waves through your glare alone.

Among the others standing at attention, waiting for the go, you already had your plan set. You were going to pull him out, make him come into the fight. To what end you didn’t care, just that the rest get out of your way and you got a punch into your mentor. The day he decided to help would have been a good memory but all you could see was the four snickering and laughing, Erik not saying a damn thing, not forcefully pulling them back, not trying to lead them into good. You were retaliating and somehow you got in trouble. That wasn’t right, that wasn’t fair.

When everyone was in their places, Erik, Charles, and Raven at the perimeter to supervise, three teams of five within their own corner to combat each other without interfering with the others, the buzzer sounded and black spilled from you like ink on water, fast and all encompassing the four beside you.

It was a strange way to see for you, your eyes seeing nothing but darkness, yet this sensation in your head let you know they were backing from you. You related it to someone sticking their finger in water, rippling and the water touching but not filling the extremity like a blank space. It would probably feel like chaos behind the eyes of anyone else, but to you, even their racing heartbeats shook the mist.

Erik smirked, watching your future teammates scramble to escape. Your reach wasn’t that far, yet, but as soon as they left it they wearily looked to one another, silently agreeing they needed to take you out first. So was the natural order of things.

Watching the darkness keep you hidden as you ran was almost like watching a cape spinning on air, tendrils and clouds wisping silently from one side to the other, your team dodging its reach. You created apparitions to distract them, trick them into attacking each other. It was impossible to know if you’d taken any hits, the mist dissipating very rarely, you being able to move its entire length without giving your location.

What you didn’t know about your ability is that Erik could see you. Electroreception Hank called it, a similar wavelength he used to sense the metal in the earth and around him. The mist itself worked like water to heighten your senses, probably dulled when people were outside of it but clearly working enough to still tell where your teammates were.

Two had called it quits seeing as one mildly injured the other and got caught up in feeling bad for themselves, the third stormed out in pure frustration. The fourth was a fire elemental and stubborn to boot. She thought for sure her flames could bring you out, push back the darkness. Erik smirked behind his finger in anticipation for her to be proven wrong as she boastfully engulfed her body in fire and sent out a wave in an attempt to erase your shroud.

“Erik.” Startled he looked down at Charles, probably feeling the gleeful pride coming from him, Charles looking up with his usual concerned wrinkle.

Innocently Erik raised his brow. “What?”

“She’s angry.”

He scoffed off the concern, “She’s strong.” Looking back to Ivete she was shooting at a circled wall of shifting smoke while you casually walked outside of it, stopping in time for a fireball to miss you and erupt on the wall. Erik got lost in the performance again.

Raven called to him, a knowing smile when he came back just as innocent as before, her eyes telling him to take Charles a bit more seriously, who gladly ruined his mood, “You should know better than anyone strength shouldn’t come from a place of anger or fear. You need to teach her another way.”

“She’s young, there’s still a lot she needs to learn about herself.”

“She gave no pause to a teammate injuring the other.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “This is combat training, a few scrapes and bruises are to be expected-”

“Erik.” Raven shook her head at Charles’ deep warning tone, trying not to snicker at how Erik could be so blindsided with his favorites. Before he could defend further an embarrassing point was made, “She’s like this because of you, you know that. Fix it, you’re the only one who can.”

Giving a hard huff, Erik caved to their permissive pressure and stepped forward, tapping a fuming Ivete out, the girl almost immediately falling into her monkish meditation to calm herself next to her awaiting teammates.

Erik’s smile grew when the cloud didn’t lift, practically feeling you stand at the ready for an attack. “Are you really going to challenge me? You think that’s a good idea?” You didn’t reply, determined not to give away your position. He shrugged with a winning smile. “Alright, if you think it’s a good idea…”

The black descended on him, Erik standing still as you moved, brimming with confidence that you had the upper hand. Shifting a few feet behind him, you swung, as hard as you could for the back of his head.

Even in the mist you felt dizzy as you were spun, your arm curled behind you and his caging you at the throat. His heart was beating against your back, talking calmly against your ear.

“You want to take your anger out on me that’s fine,” The world spun again and you were dropped on the floor, knocking the wind clean out of you and the cloud from your protection, an arm at your throat to keep it that way. Erik wolfishly smiled down at you, your heart slamming out of your chest from more than the fight. “Because this is where you need to define who you want to become.”

His arm raised from your windpipe, you gasping and choking. Rasping for air he was still above, his hand now rested by your head. Erik’s eyes were far off now, remorseful. “Out there, what you do is definitive. There is no going back. It’s a stain that no matter what you do or where you go, it never rubs out. I think our earlier fight can attest to that. Do you understand now?”

Catching your breath you closed your eyes and nodded, unable to take the amount of weight that rested in his face, the very real warning of experience he was trying to relay to you. He worried about you, the first person to do so in a long time. That thought turned in your stomach with a mix you didn’t quite understand.

Rolling back on his heels Erik stood with his hand out, the grin returning as he lifted you to your feet.

The air relaxed and he finally asked what he’d been dying to for weeks. “Have you picked a name yet?”

You were shocked at first, brushing yourself off, and your eyes drifted as you got bashful, “Yeah I did some hardcore research and uh, I think I’ll go with Erebus.”

Erik chuckled, “The God of Shadows and Darkness.”

You shied away harder with him already knowing the name. Giving a hiding shrug you admitted, “It seemed to fit the ability. Is it too much?”

“Not at all. I think it’s perfect.”

You gulped and heated hearing the word roll from his lips, perfect.

#Erik Lehnsherr #erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr imagine #magneto imagine #magneto x reader #magneto #x-men imagine #X-men #my stuff #I don't care if this one doesn't have many notes! #I love it!! #Literally one person ask and you shall recieve #Between Earth and Hades