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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 4

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, SELF HARM, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,

Notes: Welcome to Part 4! The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) references ahead. Karmel’s hair tied up looks like this, for future reference:

Karmel adjusted his tie as he walked down the plane aisle, Erik in front of him, buttoning up a blue shirt. "I always knew I left a tie at Charles' mansion" he groaned, flattening it down. Karmel pulled his suspenders up and over his shoulders, Erik reaching for a newspaper on the table in front of Logan.

Logan's claws shot out, landing on the newspaper so that Erik wouldn't read it.

Karmel instantly grew his thorny vines out, aimed at Logan.

"Karmel." Erik softly called.

Karmel groaned, reeling his vines back into his body- but slowly. He followed Erik further down the plane, the man calling "imagine if they were metal" over to Logan.

Erik sat down on a long seat that had its back against the side of the plane. He pulled Karmel down to sit beside him, draping an arm around the blond's shoulders.

Karmel leaned his head on his hand, glancing over at Logan when Erik asked him a question.

"Where did they dig you up?" Erik asked, not looking over at Logan, but clearly aiming the question over at him.

"You're gonna find this hard to believe, but, uh..." Logan started, leaning forward in his seat. "You sent me. You and Charles, from the future."

Erik looked over at Logan, clearly confused. He crossed one leg over the other.

Before Karmel could ask about his own whereabouts, the plane took off. He leaned his head on Erik's shoulder, who only pulled him closer. To Karmel, one of the best feelings in the world was having Erik's arm around him. Or both of Erik's arms. Either way made him just as content.

Erik and Karmel felt Charles' eyes on them, but took on the responsibility of not giving Charles the satisfaction of looking right back at him. 

Erik leaned down, to whisper to Karmel. "You feel him, too?"

Karmel nodded slightly. "It's fuckin’ weird. Can you say something-?"

Erik nodded back. "How did you lose them?" He asked Charles, still not making eye contact.

"The treatment for my spine affects my DNA" Charles answered, Karmel being the first to look at him.

"You sacrificed your powers so you could walk?" Karmel questioned.

"I sacrificed my powers so that I could sleep."

Karmel sat up straight, reaching a hand up to hold Erik's fingers. He did so in a way where two fingers gripped Erik’s, the others holding onto the cuff of his sleeve. This way, Karmel’s wrapped-up arm wouldn’t be exposed and questioned. He didn’t wanna talk about that right now. Or ever, if possible.

"What do you two know about it?"

"We've lost my fair share" Erik admitted.

"Ha" Charles sarcastically laughed. "Dry your eyes, you two. It doesn't justify what you've done" he shook his head.

Erik shook his head in return. "You have no idea what we've done."

"I know that you've took the things that mean the most to me" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"Well maybe you should've fought harder for them."

"If you want a fight, Erik, I will give you a fight!" Charles exclaimed, Erik and him standing up in unison.

"Sit down!" Logan called.

Karmel gestured a hand at Logan, "let him come" he muttered.

Charles gripped Erik's shirt. "You abandoned me, both Karmel and you! You took her away, and you abandoned me!"

"Abandoned you?" Karmel snapped, glaring at Charles. "You TOLD me to go with Erik, remember, numb-nuts? You gave me that 'go, it's what you want' bullshit that nudged me over the edge, to Erik!"

"Angel," Erik started to list off. "Azazel. Emma." He continued, everyone on board noticing how the plane started to rock a bit. 

"Erik..." Karmel softly called, gaze melting down when it landed on him.

"Banshee. Mutant brothers and sisters, all dead! Do you know how many times I almost lost K-Karmel, too?" Erik's voice rose, Charles letting go of him as the plane started to dip. "Countless others, experimented on" he added, cups and plates crashing to the ground when the plane tilted."Butchered!"

"Erik!" Hank called from the cockpit, Karmel steadily standing up.

"Where were you, Charles? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you? Hiding, you and Hank! Pretending to be something you're not!" Erik went off, Karmel catching himself onto the first thing he could grab, to keep standing.

"Erik-" Karmel called, placing his hand on Erik's shoulder. "Erik, please" he pleaded, grip tightening a bit. 

And that's what shut him off. Hearing Karmel's voice, feeling Karmel's touch, that's what calmed him down. "You...Abandoned us all, Karmel and myself included" he exhaled, the plane wobbling back to normal. Erik looked down, panting gently before locking eyes with Karmel.

Karmel cupped his cheeks, Erik’s entire body facing him. "Focus on me, okay? Focus on me, my eyes, my voice, okay, Erik?" He quietly instructed, looking Erik up and down. "Deep breaths, alright, honey? In...and out...In...and out, just like you told me" Karmel repeated, watching Charles retreat into the cockpit. "I'm here, Erik. I'm alive. I'm still with you" he mumbled, patting Erik's cheek.

Erik softened into the touch, taking the deep breaths Karmel told him to do.

"So you were always an asshole" Logan noted, the comment directed at Erik. ”And you were always...quirky” he added, a lost gaze caught onto Karmel.

“I wouldn’t call myself ‘quirky’, but there is definitely something wrong with me” Karmel agreed.

Erik's eyes left Karmel's and locked with Logan's. "I take it we're best buddies in the future" he scoffed, sarcasm dripping with every word.

Logan grinned, looking up at the pair. "I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down, bub."

"How does that work out for you?" Karmel egged Logan on, arms wrapping around Erik in a tight, loving hug. 

"You're like me, both of you. You're survivors" Logan tilted his head, looking at the mess Erik made. "You wanna pick all that shit up?"

Erik raised his eyebrows, turning around to look at what he had done.

Karmel pulled away from Erik, balling his hands into fists. Vines shot out from his body and wrapping around every discarded piece of furniture he saw. Karmel lifted them all up and put them back where they originally were. He was desperate to ask Logan about himself, but held off from it. The idea of the future being a surprise felt fun. And normal.

***

It was night time. Charles was back where he was seated earlier, and Karmel lay across where Erik and him sat earlier.

Only this time, Karmel was fast asleep. A gin bottle was loosely gripped in his hand, thankfully closed so that it didn't spill anywhere. Erik tied up Karmel’s hair earlier, so it wouldn’t disrupt him in his sleep.

Logan hadn't moved an inch. He stared down at Karmel; so this is the esteemed Karmel J. Rosenstein, huh? Erik's one and only, Erik's ride or die, Magneto's dearest Climber. 

An alcoholic, orphaned bisexual with unapologetic anger issues and daddy’s ugly ties. What a guy.

Logan listened to Karmel's soft snores, wondering what it was that Erik saw in this guy. He took in the fact that first impressions happened to be rough. Maybe later on, he'll catch a glimpse of what Erik sees.

Erik walked down the aisle, holding a chess board in his hands. He stopped in front of Charles, putting it down on the table in front of him. "Fancy a game? It's been a while."

Charles drank from his glass, looking up at Erik. "I'm not in the mood for games, thank you."

Erik poured himself a glass. "I haven't had a real sip in ten years...neither has Karmel. Coincidence you had some gin lying around, hmm?" He inquired, eyebrows raising.

Charles gulped. "I like gin."

"Certainly not enough to keep a bottle of it on a plane, yea? Unopened, at that" Erik pointed out, turning to look at Karmel.

Logan caught the smile Erik grew when his eyes landed on Karmel. It's how Logan himself looked at Jean...No, it wasn't even close to that. It was far from that. Man, Erik is whipped. Logan held back a chuckle- the Erik in his future still smiles like that when Karmel's the center of attention in any way, shape, or form.

Charles followed Erik's gaze. "I see your feelings haven't changed, hmm?"

"Haven't budged a bit" Erik nodded, turning back to Charles. He sat on the arm of the long seat Karmel slept on, slowly drinking from his glass.

“His hair’s grown.”

“Karmel having longer hair than you, that’s a sight I never thought I’d see” Erik exhaled through his nose. ”Looks quite nice though, doesn’t it?”

“Not what I’m used to...” Charles shrugged, eyes falling on Karmel’s arms. ”What happened to his arms?” He asked stiffly. 

Erik set his jaw. ”That...” He started, a helpless look overtaking those beautiful eyes of his. ”I’ve had the misfortune of being asleep in our cell, while Karmel was wide awake. Left alone to his devices.”

Charles gulped, nodding.

"Karmel has secrets he doesn’t want to tell me. And I wish he would.” Erik’s tone was low, gentle. It was as if Karmel was still awake and he didn’t want Karmel to hear him.

Charles’ gaze diverged over to Karmel. He still didn’t want to get inside Karmel’s head, never again, at that.

“We didn't kill the President" Erik confessed, reaching a hand down and curling his fingers around Karmel's; like a baby, Karmel's grip on Erik's fingers automatically tightened.

"The bullet curved, Erik."

"Because we were trying to save him. Karmel volunteered to use his vines to grab it, but...that would've exposed us" he corrected. "They took us out before either of us could save him."

"Why would you try and save him?"

"Because he was one of us."

Charles' expression changed for a second, before he coldly scoffed, looking up.

Erik's expression didn't change. He was dead serious.

Charles shook his head, "you must think me so foolish. We've always said they would come after us."

"I never imagined they'd use Raven's DNA to do it."

"When did you last see her?"

Erik clicked his tongue, standing back up and moving to sit in front of Charles. "The day Karmel and I left for Dallas."

"How was she?"

"Strong, driven."

"How was...he?" Charles inquired, eyes trailing over to Karmel.

"Protective, actually. Karmel is tender...Karmel is beautiful. Though if I tell him, he’d say I’m such a liar. Karmel is...Karmel is a mystery- Kamel is not a nobody, though.” Erik shook his head.

"Erik. How was he?"

Erik opened his mouth, thinking. "He was...we are..." He shook his head, smiling. "I love him, Charles. I really don’t know what else you want me to say, or expect me to say. You watched me slowly fall for him, all those years ago, and I still am, to this day. You should be proud of Raven, though, Charles. She's out there fighting for our cause-"

"Your, cause" Charles cute him off. "The girl I raised, she was not capable of killing-"

"You didn't raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn't stay a little girl forever, that's why she left."

"Karmel and her left because you got inside their heads."

"Don't bring Karmel into this. You know as well as I do that his morals struck closer to mine than yours, from the moment you met him" Erik pointed a finger at Charles. "And besides, that's not my power. Karmel made a choice, she made a choice."

"But now we know where Raven’s choice leads, don't we?" Charles inquired. "She's going to murder Trask, they're going to capture her, and then they're going to wipe us out."

"Not if we get to her first" Erik claimed. "Not if we change history tomorrow..."

Charles stayed silent.

"I'm sorry, Charles...For what happened, I..." Erik looked down at the table. "I truly am." He apologized, looking up at Charles with puppy dog eyes he copied off of Karmel.

Charles threw back the rest of his drink. "It's been a while since I've played" he cleared his throat, adjusting himself in his seat.

Erik sighed silently. "I'll go easy on you. Might finally be a fair fight" he chuckled.

"You have the first move."

Erik looked down at the board, moving his first piece with his mutation. He kept his eyes on Charles, immediately standing up and turning to face Logan. Erik used his mutation to point a fork at Logan, "what do you think you're doing?" He hissed.

Logan was knelt down by Karmel, dangerously close to his arm. He raised an eyebrow and froze, looking up at Erik. "I got...instructed, by you in the future. To go see a friend of Karmel's and grab something for him."

"Grab what?" Erik pressed.

Logan gestured down to his hands. He held a brown, braided leather bracelet with a silver, metal clasp.

Erik's breathing calmed. "His bracelet...We haven't seen it in ten years."

"Or those?" Logan asked, gesturing to an old belt that lay across Karmel's waist, along with a black leather jacket he had draped over Karmel, as a makeshift blanket. "Some blue-haired kid, he's kickin' it at Karmel's place. Kept this stuff for him while you and Karmel were locked up. Future-you demanded for me to get these for him, both of these" he explained, clasping the bracelet around Karmel's left wrist. "What's with the hissy-fit, huh? They're clothing accessories."

Erik licked his lips. "I gave him that bracelet shortly after I met him, it was a gift. That belt belonged to Karmel's uncle. It's a long story, but, uh..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "Thank you for listening to me. These mean a lot to Karmel."

Logan nodded, "you can fix up Karmel's belt. Future-you would've killed me for so much as looking at him the wrong way" he joked.

Erik nodded, walking over and sliding the belt onto Karmel's pants. "Blue hair, blue hair...Grimm" he quickly connected.

"Grimm" Charles repeated from behind Erik, in an airy tone. "What a wonder."

"Hey, didn't you-" Erik turned back around once the belt was successfully on, but he quickly caught the 'don't' look that flashed across Charles' face. He nodded. "Sorry."

Charles waved his hand dismissively. "No, that's alright. It was for the best, for him."

Erik nodded, looking down at Karmel. His knuckles grazed Karmel's cheek, the blond shifting where he lay. Erik couldn't imagine breaking up with Karmel- it was unheard of.

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If I Could Fly - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Gay, Fluff, Erik being genuinely happy, Karmel being a babyass bitch, TW SELF HARM MENTIONS,

Notes: I’m not telling you if this is canon or not because that spoils the series, and also spoils the fun. The song used is If I Could Fly by One Direction, it’s in the Erikarmel playlist. Enjoy!

Karmel walked inside Erik’s and his home on the island of Genosha, dusting dirt off of his shoulder. “Ricky, y’here?”

“You left.” 

Karmel turned and saw Erik standing in the shadows. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yea, sorry, hon. Promised Decker I’d show him around the fucking island.”

“‘Decker’?”

“Yea, the new mutant. Dreadlocks, kinda has vitiligo?” Before Karmel knew the official name for vitiligo, he remembers calling it “spotty syndrome.”

Luckily, he was a child at the time. That made it seem less mean, or ignorant, since as a child he didn’t really know any better.

“Ah, okay. You could’ve told me first. Waking up without you for the first time...who knows how long, was...strange. A bit disconcerting.” Erik drifted in and out of the sentence, still not used to being openly emotionally vulnerable. He slowly walked out of the shadows, a hanging lamp lighting up his features.

Karmel scoffed, placing a hand on Erik’s shoulder. He smiled when Erik responded with his automatic hands around his waist. Karmel then had an idea. “I’m glad you’re awake now, though.”

“Aren’t you always?”

Karmel rolled his eyes, pulling away from Erik’s touch. ”Well, yea, but that’s not the point right now.” He answered, walking over to a different corner of the room. “I reckon I’d show you this song I wrote, ages ago.”

“How long ago is ‘ages’ ago?”

“Ages as in while you were in Poland. Seems like literal ages ago.”

Erik nodded.

Karmel had a guitar in his hands; he dusted it off. “It’s called ‘If I Could Fly’ and I didn’t let Grimm release this one. It felt...too personal.” He explained, sitting down on their bed and tuning the guitar to perfection. 

Erik, almost like an eager child, rushed over and lay on the bed in a position where he rested his head on Karmel’s legs- the guitar occupied his lap.

Karmel raised an eyebrow. He chuckled, “comfy, captain?”

“Always, with you.”

“Loser.”

“You love me.”

“Yea, yea, whatever. Just lay there, look pretty as per usual, and listen alright?” Karmel instructed, taking a deep breath.

Erik nodded obediently. “Yes, sir.”

Karmel nodded back at him. “If I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you...I think I might give up everything, just ask me to.”

Erik rested a hand on his chest, eyes watching Karmel’s, which were careful on the guitar’s strings and frets.

“Pay attention, I hope that you listen- ‘cause I let my guard down. Right now, I’m completely defenceless,” Karmel continued softly. “For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart. For when you’re lonely, and forget who you are. I’m missing half of me, when we’re apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only...For your eyes only.”

Erik let Karmel meet his eyes for a moment, offering the man an assuring smile.

Karmel fought back a smile of his own; focus on the song, he thought. Focus too much on Erik, and you’ll mess up. “I’ve got scars, even though they can’t always be seen. And pain gets hard, but now you’re here and I don’t feel a thing.”

Erik glanced at Karmel’s limbs, knowing he’s fallen victim to seeing those scars one too many times. Including the scars Karmel had that weren’t physical, but mental, and emotional. Erik’s seen Karmel for who he is and who he isn’t, but to this day continues to love all of him for who he is.

“Pay attention, I hope that you listen. ‘Cause I let my guard down. Right now, I’m completely defenceless...” Karmel repeated, doing the same with the chorus. But louder this time, and with more feeling.

Erik closed his eyes slowly, feeling peaceful enough to let Karmel’s voice, the one he cherished so much, to carry him with their flow.

“I can feel your hear inside of mine; I feel it, I feel it. I’ve been going out of my mind- I feel it, I feel it. Know that I’m just wasting time...And I, hope that you don’t run from me,” Karmel crooned, eyes falling down on Erik’s features the same ones he’s memorized a thousand times over. He remembers the original lyric behind ‘And I, hope that you don’t run from me, again’ but the word didn’t fit into the beat; plus it just felt mean.

Erik opened an eye, a small grin on his lips. “Never” he whispered.

“For your eyes only,” Karmel locked his eyes with Erik, “I’ll show you my heart.”

Erik trailed his hand up to his chest, placing it flat over his own heart.

“For when you’re lonely,” 

“Which I never am, anymore.”

Karmel giggled, softly shaking his head. “And forget who you are.”

Erik thought back to the gap of time he had been in Poland for. He remembers Karmel released song after song after song through Grimm, being that Grimm was an actual musician so he produced the songs and released them (after either gender-bending them or gender-neutralizing them for the public). Erik sighed silently, not knowing how he could process how he feels for Karmel like Karmel does for him through these songs.

Erik is deep into his high-held relationship with Karmel, yet he still isn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable. He can’t blame Karmel for not being able to teach him subconsciously though the years, because it’s been clear that Karmel isn’t used to being emotionally vulnerable himself. Erik knows that he’s trying, though, he’s trying his best, and so is Karmel. Ever since they began this relationship, they’ve spent every moment possible on making it work out. Clearly, they’ve done well so far.

This song itself, “For Your Eyes Only”, is clearly about Karmel being emotionally vulnerable with Erik, and Erik only. It’s about the unique intimacy Erik and him share, Erik knows that by now. It’s Karmel’s way of telling Erik he’s completely open with Erik, and he’s okay with that.

And Erik’s more than glad.

“I’m missing half of me, when we’re apart,” Karmel riffed ‘me’ like an angel, fingers dancing across the strings. “Now you know me, for your eyes only” he cleared his throat, the final chorus being the loudest part of the song. “For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart! For when you’re lonely, and forget who you are- I’m missing half of me, when we’re apart. Now you know me, for your eyes only...”

Erik smiled up at Karmel, the type of smile he had reserved for Karmel, and Karmel only.

“For your eyes only...For your eyes only.” Karmel finished. He exhaled heavily, setting the guitar aside eagerly; he raked his now-free hand into Erik’s hair. Karmel whistled lowly. “Well-?”

Erik took Karmel’s other hand, placing a soft kiss on each beautiful knuckle of his. “You’ve got a major talent in you, Karmel. Why did you confine yourself to that library?”

“Don’t ask as if you don’t remember, babe.” Karmel grinned.

Erik scoffed. “You enjoyed the pay- despite being born rich. You enjoyed the idea of getting to tell people to shut up for a living,” he chuckled, “you found it cute when little kids or anxious teenagers would skulk up to you for help finding stuff. Yea?” Erik remembered, sitting up.

Karmel shrugged half-heartedly. “Yea.” He cooed, nodding. “I leave all the talent up to Grimm. He’s the star of every show.”

“Yet you’re the star of mine.” Erik flirted, pointing at Karmel.

Karmel rolled his eyes playfully. “I hate you.”

“’Til the end of time, my paradise?” Erik raised his eyebrows hopefully, the smile on his lips outshining the damned sun in the sky.

Karmel cupped Erik’s cheek, holding it as if touching a sacred artifact worth millions. Which was half-true: Erik is sacred, and Erik is worth millions, if not, billions. Trillions, even. “Even then, you’ll still be mine.”

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Which of my main three oc’s are you? I just started and finished this quiz within the last couple hours, see what y’all get and tell me in the notes!! Enjoy!

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A Peaceful Birthday - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Gay, Fluff, OOC Erik but that’s just because he’s happy, Swearing, NSFW insinuations,

Notes: If you’re seeing this, that means it’s September 16. In other words, Karmel’s birthday! So happy birthday to this dumbfuck, I love him so much. Hannibal references below.

Karmel stared down at the desk calendar on his bedside table, tugging the sleeves of his grey sweater. “September sixteen...” He barely whispered the date, re-reading it again and again. “Birthdays are overrated.”

An arm wrapped around Karmel’s waist from behind, Karmel feeling someone’s chest press up against his back. Their other hand cupped his face, turning it to make him face the right.

Karmel met eyes with Erik, smile shining like the sun.

“Happy birthday, my love.” Erik greeted, quickly kissing Karmel.

“Birthdays aren’t that bad.” Karmel immediately thought. “Thanks, buttercup.” He giggled against Erik’s lips, then feeling something cool slide onto his finger. Karmel looked down, seeing a silver, metal ring on his right ring finger. He cooed softly, looking back up at Erik.

Erik, who had pulled away from Karmel and was now offering him a rose. “I also have George Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm waiting in your library, along with a few of William Faulkner’s works; I know how much you like them.” explained, tugging on the collar of his black turtleneck. “With pretty covers.”

Karmel took the rose, twirling it between his fingers. “You’re doing too fuckin’ much.”

“I feel like I’m not doing enough, actually.” Erik shrugged, sitting down on the bed. “I don’t know how many gifts could amount up to what you’re worth-”

“Erik,” Karmel laughed, turning away for a moment.

“I’m serious, Karmel” Erik urged. “I don’t know if any will ever be enough.”

Karmel looked down at Erik. “Y’know what, no amount of gifts in the entire fucking world will ever be enough. But y’know what would be enough?”

“What?”

“You.”

Erik blinked his gaze up at Karmel, a slight smile growing onto his face. It was just barely noticeable. “Now you’re the one who’s doing too much.”

Karmel put the rose down on the bedside table, moving to stand directly in front of Erik. He started to slowly crawl onto him.

Erik leaned further and further back, stopping when he was leaning on his elbows. He looked up at Karmel. “I quite enjoy this view,” Erik flirted, using Karmel’s suspected embarrassment to his advantage by flipping them so that it was now him pinning Karmel down. “But I like this one so much better.”

Karmel kissed his teeth, covering his face with his hand in a poor attempt to hide his blushing state.

Erik chuckled and got up, outstretching a hand to pull Karmel up with him. He slid an arm around Karmel’s waist, his other hand holding Karmel’s. 

Karmel tossed his free arm straight over Erik’s shoulder. Though he always enjoyed holding Erik’s hand, he pulled his hand away to snake around the back of Erik’s neck and hold his own forearm.

Erik had both hands around Karmel’s waist, but both of his eyes lay on Karmel’s lips.

Long enough for Karmel to notice. “Are you staring at my lips again?” He questioned.

Erik grinned lazily, dropping a hand.

“Honestly, Erik-” Karmel’s tone sounded either annoyed, tired, used to it, or somewhere in between. No matter how negative he may have sounded, he didn’t mind where Erik’s attention was currently focused; he never did.

Erik let go of Karmel, sliding past him and sitting on the bed.

Karmel turned around, watching Erik lean his back against the headboard, his legs straight out. He still couldn’t believe that this man in front of him was the reason he’s finally having a peaceful birthday for the first time since before his parents died.

His feet almost touched the foot of the bed.

Karmel crawled onto Erik, straddling him and putting his hands on his shoulders. He slowly rubbed Erik’s shoulders, “y’know what else would be enough?”

“What?”

Karmel looked at Erik with blue puppy-dog eyes and a pout, hands slowly dragging down Erik’s chest. He watched as they got closer and closer to Erik’s crotch.

Erik caught on quickly, swiping Karmel’s hands away. He tutted softly, wagging his finger. “We’re saving that for later, darling.” Erik told, kissing Karmel’s neck. “Riling you up throughout the day is fun, I consider it free entertainment.”

Karmel whined, automatically tilting his head up. “C’mon, Erik. It’s my birthday, I shouldn’t have to wait.” He complained. 

Erik repeated his earlier actions by flipping them, pinning Karmel down once again. “Keep whining and pouting, dear, see where that get’s you.” He whispered, holding Karmel down with a mischievous glint in his darkened eyes.

Karmel’s eyes went wide with what could be fear; mark him down as scared and horny. His lips parted a bit, breath becoming heavy as he stared up at Erik. “Sh-Should I fuckin’ say ‘please’ or something?” Karmel suggested. His experience of Erik’s attention is so profoundly harmful, yet so irresistible, it undermines his ability to think rationally.

Basically, Karmel likes Erik so much it actually makes him stupid. 

Erik had an amused grin on his lips, eyeing Karmel intently. He raised his eyebrows, a knowing look in his eyes.

Karmel rolled his eyes, groaning silently. “I need you, Erik.”

Erik waited patiently.

Karmel huffed. “Please.” The begging in his tone was crystal clear to both Erik and himself, only making him that much more needy to get what he wanted today.

Erik scoffed. “There, now was that so hard?”

“You shouldn’t be addicted to riling me up, you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up.” Karmel grumbled.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” Erik teased.

“Now c’mon,” Karmel whimpered, “I said please, give me what I want.”

“And also because it’s your birthday?”

“Duh, because it’s my birthday.” Karmel reminded.

Erik smiled. “How can I say no to that, darling?” He rhetorically asked. “You can relax, now, Karmel; you’re in good hands.”

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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 3

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past, 

Notes: Welcome to Part 3!

Erik and Karmel had been resting for a while now.

Karmel opened his eyes when he heard a swishing sound; two platters of food (or as he called it, “food” with air quotations) appeared by Erik's head. Karmel furrowed his eyebrows, slowly sitting up. He crawled over to the platters.

One had a note on the lid.

Erik raised his eyebrows and turned his head, looking at it. He slowly sat up, ready to stand up afterwards.

"'Mind the glass'-?" Karmel read, Erik and him instantly looking up.

A young man, way too young to be a guard, smiled down at them. He got on his knees and placed his hands flat against the window.

Erik stood directly under the middle piece of glass, his arm around Karmel's waist.

The young man kept smiling, as the glass beneath his hands started to vibrate.

Erik's and Karmel's gazes went from the guard-who-was-obviously-not-a-guard, to the shaking windows above them.

Karmel gasped when he finally heard the glass break. "Erik!" He called, grabbing Erik and forcefully pushing him out of the way. Karmel pressed Erik up against a corner, shielding him with his body.

"C'mon!" The guy called once the glass broke.

Karmel stepped away from the corner, furrowing his eyebrows. "Ricky, you okay?" He called.

Erik joined his side. "Splendid, thanks. But just as confused as you are."

Karmel took a deep breath, balling his hands into fists. He closed his eyes, focusing on growing his vines out of his body and planting them up onto the ground the fake-guard stood upon. Karmel launched himself up, landing beside the no-namer. He turned around shot a couple vines down to Erik, for him to climb. "C'mon, then, you heard the kid."

"Is it gonna hurt you-?"

"Doesn't matter, Tarzan. Just climb the vines, I don't think we have much fucking time" Karmel said, steadying himself on his hands and knees.

Erik gulped, grabbing hold of one of Karmel's vines. He climbed up the vine swiftly, tumbling beside Karmel.

Karmel stood up slowly, helping Erik up with him as his vines receded back into his body.

"In three seconds, those doors are going to open, and twenty guards will be here to shoot at all three of us" Erik pointed out, craning his neck to look at their hero.

In a flash, the silver-haired youngster stood behind both Erik and Karmel, his hands on their necks. "I know. That's what I'm waiting for."

"What the fuck're you doing?" Karmel piped up.

"I'm holding your necks so that you don't get whiplash."

Erik furrowed his eyebrows, "what-?"

"Whip-laaash" The boy repeated, slower this time.

Karmel scoffed.

The door slid open, revealing a group of real guards with guns pointed at the three men.

In another flash, Erik and Karmel's rescuer zoomed down the hall and into the elevator just before the door closed.

Erik immediately placed a hand against the wall, just as dizzy as Karmel.

Karmel blinked rapidly, his other hand reaching out for Erik. "Fucking hell- you- you okay?"

Erik nodded.

When Karmel turned to face the young man, he wore a completely different outfit- he had to do a double-take, gaze going over to the guard duct-taped to the corner of the elevator.

"You two are good, it'll pass" he told, as Karmel closed his eyes, wincing in discomfort. "It happens with everyone."

"Did- Did you do...all that?" Karmel asked, weakly gesturing to the duct-taped guard.

"Yep" the stranger nodded. "You must have done something pretty serious- what'd you do, guys? What'd you do? What'd you do? Must have been something bad, if they didn’t even let you cut your hair. What’d you do? Why'd they have you in there?"

"Erik."

"Don't, Karmel" Erik spoke up, shaking his head. He sighed. "For killing the President."

"The only thing we're guilty of is fighting for people like us" Karmel added, throwing a couple punches into the air.

"You take karate? You know karate, man?"

"I do, he doesn't." Karmel pointed a thumb at Erik.

"I don't know karate, but I know crazy" Erik specified.

The boy chuckled, looking down. "They told me you control metal" he remembered, eyes on Erik.

"'They?'" Erik inquired.

All eyes in the elevator went up when they heard it ding.

"You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that..." the boy giggled, Karmel shooting Erik a look of suspicion.

"And you have that...vine stuff" The boy looked over to Karmel. ”Thought your hair would be shorter” he hummed.

Karmel simply nodded, grinning when he saw the duct-taped man again. He turned around when the doors opened, entire expression dropping when he saw the face of a man he thought he'd never see again. Karmel's shoulders drooped, fists unfurling and hanging weakly at his sides.

"Charles?" Erik squinted.

"Charlie?" Karmel narrowed his eyes, it couldn't be.

Charles' face twisted into one of anger, delivering a clean punch to Erik's face.

"Wh- oh, you little fucking-"

Before Karmel could finish, Charles punched Karmel, too, sending him down after Erik.

Karmel grunted, quick to steady himself up on one arm. He used his other hand to feel his face for blood- nothing. Karmel's head darted around, finally stopping when he saw Erik. "Erik- Erik, you okay?" He asked, pushing his hair out of his face.

Erik nodded silently, calculating eyes up on Charles. "Good to see you too, old friend" he sassed, slowly standing up. Erik reached a hand down to Karmel, helping him up and holding him away from Charles.

"And walking" Karmel pointed out, pushing his hair back. He didn’t expect to have longer hair than Charles, but there they were.

"No thanks to either of you" Charles hissed.

"You're the last person in the world I expected to see today" Erik noted.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to" Charles sniffed. "If we get the two of you out of here, we do it my way, no killing."

Erik grinned, pointing up at his head. "No helmet. I couldn't disobey you even if I wanted."

"I'm never getting inside of that head again" Charles growled, shooting Karmel a glare. "Or that one. I don't need any further migraines to have you as their source."

Karmel's eyebrows jumped, as he raised his hands in surrender. "Whatever. Why's the 'go fuck yourself' guy from the bar here?" He inquired, pointing over at Logan.

Logan looked him up and down, "I'll explain later. Or not."

"I need your word, Erik. Yours too, Karmel" Charles took back the attention.

Erik simply nodded for both Karmel and himself.

A door to the kitchen behind them busted open, a handful of cops appearing with guns that Erik couldn't manipulate.

They exited the elevator, Karmel at Erik's side. 

"Charles" Erik called.

"Charlie, freeze 'em" Karmel followed.

"I can't" Charles confessed, Erik and Karmel exchanging glances.

Erik took a deep breath, the metal pots and pans beginning to rattle.

At the same time, vines slithered from out of Karmel's back, as he raised his hands like he was carrying two baseballs.

"No!" Charles yelled, a hand on Erik's chest, as if that would hold him back.

Then was when the youngster- Peter- slowed down time, and did his thing.

When time came back to normal, Charles ducked, and Karmel pushed Erik down to dodge the bullets. A cop got sent flying back, another one punched himself in the face, and two of them punched each other, sending each other falling to the ground. Any excess cops in the room shared the same fate of knocking each other unconscious on the floor.

Karmel blocked Erik with one arm, eyes darting around the room in utter confusion.

Peter stood at the other side of the room, bored.

Charles walked over.

Erik turned to look at Logan, who looked right back at him. He gave Logan a once-over before interlocking his hand with Karmel's and following after Charles.

Karmel, as Erik dragged him away, looked at Logan over his shoulder, eyes landing on Logan's claws. "Woah..." he smiled, in awe of how cool that mutation was. Karmel turned back around to Erik, "did you see that guy's claws?" He whispered. "They're so cool."

"Would be better if they were metal" Erik suggested, loving the way Karmel's eyes lit up at the idea.

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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 2

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, SELF HARM, Gay, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past, Magnetic Pull spoilers,

Notes: Welcome to Part 2! Do NOT keep reading if you have NOT finished Magnetic Pull! The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) reference ahead. During their 10 years (or so) in the Pentagon cell, Karmel’s had the (possible mis)fortune of growing his hair out. This is what it looks like, for future reference:

Karmel rolled over on the mat he had to call a bed, laying on his side to face Erik- on his own mat- across the prison cell. "How long do you think we've fuckin' been here for?"

Erik was sat in some meditating position, and opened his eyes after Karmel spoke. "Who knows, honestly. They don't bother giving us the date, and there's no way to tell when the sun goes down or comes up. We could've been in here for days, by now. Months, even...Years."

Karmel closed his eyes, laying on his stomach now. "Probable-years in these tacky-ass uniforms in some underground cell that makes my goddamn eyes hurt" he groaned softly, sitting up. "At least they had the courtesy of putting us together, right? I'd rather a cell with you than a cell by myself, for this long. It'd be like growing up, alone, without my parents all over again" he explained, dragging out the 'all'.

"How so?"

"I'd be sad...'n' scared. Alone, obviously. With just my thoughts and my powers. All this at once has never landed me in the best head space in the past, Erik" Karmel grumbled. He hugged himself tightly. "That's kinda why I'm glad we're fucking around in here together."

Erik relaxed himself from his upright meditation position. He dropped his hands, and breathed a smile to life across his lips. "I'm flattered.” Erik responded, eyes lingering over the bandages wrapped around Karmel’s wrists and arms from under the sleeves of his top. 

He wasn’t blind to the fact that Karmel would be alone with his thoughts and powers (said powers being able to summon sharp thorns on vines) when Erik would be fast asleep. Erik assumes Karmel’s only thankful that Erik was able to be awake most of the time.

"Why are we even here, anyway? Just to fucking suffer?" Karmel asked. "We try to stop the assassination of the President, and this is the thanks we get?" He huffed, running his fingers through his long hair. His hair had grown over the years Erik and him were in prison for; it had gotten much longer, and Karmel couldn’t do anything about it, or with it.

At least Erik liked it.

"That's not how they see it, Karmel" Erik reminded.

“Yea, I know" Karmel nodded. "Think we'll get out one day?"

Erik pursed his lips in thought.

"There's so much I gotta do- you can't expect me to leave Grimm with my mansion for our entire lives."

"Grimm-?" Erik furrowed his eyebrows. "What is Grimm doing with your mansion?"

Karmel groaned, standing up and stretching. "Me and Grimm made a deal ages ago, to watch over each others' houses if one of us got taken away, or- or locked up. Here I am, locked up, so Grimm and his ghosts have been tending to my house for...well, however long we've been here- which I don't fucking know!" He yelled the last bit, eyes darting around the cell.

"There's no cameras in here, remember, Karmel?" Erik shook his head.

"Oh, I know. If there was, they'd have told us to stop doing what we were doing, like...I wanna say yesterday?" Karmel grinned, flipping his hair over his shoulder.

Erik rolled his eyes as he stood up. Being that there were no cameras, he remembers Karmel not getting bandages around those arms of his until some guard came to bring down their food. Erik remembers Karmel sobbing in his arms, Erik himself stuttering out “Karmel...Karmel, you’re- you’re crushing me” because nothing weighed down on Erik more than Karmel crying, and hurting himself.

Karmel's grin dropped. He walked over to Erik, and poked his cheek. "We'll get out one day, y'know that, right?" Karmel spoke. He placed one hand on Erik’s shoulder, the other on the back of his neck.

Erik complied by putting one hand on Karmel’s hip, the other on the small of his back. Smoothly, the two began to slow-dance around the room, no music needed.

"I don't know when, how, or by what, but...we'll get out" Karmel assured, cupping Erik's cheek.

Erik looked Karmel in the eyes, unresponsive as they swayed. He held Karmel closer. ”We’ve been quite productive in here, though, haven’t we? I was able to teach you how to dance like this even better than you could before. I also taught you German- say something in German, Karmel.”

Karmel’s eyes looked to the side in thought. ”Ich verehre dich” he said, roughly translating to ‘I worship you.’

Erik scoffed. ”Is that all you remember?” He looked at Karmel with such raw, unadulterated love that the energy in itself could smash the windows above their heads. In a way where if they were dancing around other people instead of by themselves right now, Erik’s eyes would see only Karmel. ”I don’t want worship. I want understanding” Erik reminded, knowing he got both for the price of one, all in Karmel.

Karmel smiled sheepishly, shrugging. ”Sorta” he nodded, leaning so far back that his hair almost touched the floor.

Erik put his fingers on Karmel’s neck, lightly dragging them down the middle of his body and stopping at Karmel’s waist before pulling his partner back up. He chuckled.

After a bit more dancing, Karmel pulled away and sat down- Erik followed along, sitting down on his mat. ”To be understood is possibly the greatest fucking form of intimacy, y’know? My dad used to tell me that- without the ‘fucking’, though.”

“’Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood’’“ Erik quoted.

Karmel raised his eyebrows. ”You fuck with Orwell?”

“Sometimes.”

Karmel licked his lips, instantly falling back to lie on the floor. He stared straight up, through the windows on the ceiling. "I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"That I can't get us out of here myself. My vines, they're- they're not strong enough, to break that fuckin' glass" Karmel pointed up at the glass he was talking about. "Something in that glass or around this room is weakening my powers, I swear."

"Karmel..." Erik started, his lover sparing him a glance. "It's not your fault that we're still in here" he said, lying down beside Karmel. "And we're gonna get out one day, I can believe that" Erik offered Karmel a comforting smile.

Karmel nodded, sitting up; Erik mirrored his actions. He tugged his collar. "Fuck knows how long we've been here for, and I'm still not used to not wearing my Dad's ties...or my Uncle's belt...your bracelet..." Karmel listed, fingers tracing down his neck, then patting his hip and finally grabbing his empty wrist. "I feel naked."

Erik snickered, turning away.

"Incredibly fucking seen" Karmel scoffed. ”And my hair’s long as hell, it’s ugly.”

Erik locked eyes with Karmel, a soft look dominating his face. He cupped Karmel's cheek, the blond desperately leaning into the touch. ”I think your hair looks quite beautiful.”

Karmel glanced down at Erik's lips. He remembers how, a long time ago, he would beat himself up for even looking at Erik himself. But that was when Karmel was in a darker place. He's still there, but Erik's a light in it, now. Before Karmel knew it, he was leaning in.

And Erik was, too.

Karmel pressed his forehead against Erik's, corner of his lip twitching up into a half-smile. Touching foreheads was a constant form of physical affection between the two, it had all started on the beach in Cuba in '62. His hand slid around Erik's neck, giving him a constant reminder that even with everything he had lost, he had Erik. 

Erik pulled him closer, knowing Karmel’s body like it was his own. One hand rubbing Karmel's thigh, he used his other hand on Karmel's shoulder to push him down. Successfully pinning Karmel to the floor, Erik loomed over him.

Once Karmel leaned his head back on the floor, Erik leaned up to straddle him. He looked up at Erik, in silent awe.

Erik chuckled. "What?" He used his pointer finger to brush strands of Karmel’s hair out from his face.

"You're always...so perfect, Erik" Karmel confessed. "I can't fuckin' get enough of you. I told you from around the moment I met you, there’s so much more to you, Erik. There’s good. Compared to the last time I told you this-” his mind flashed back to that time, just outside the X-Mansion, all those years ago.

Karmel hummed. ”A flower from my own vines, Erik. That’s super fucking personal” he said, reaching up to tuck it behind Erik’s ear.

Erik exhaled through his nose, glancing up at it. ”How do I look?”

”Breathtaking, man” Karmel giggled, definitely in love at this point. Not even that ‘in love’ love with Erik’s body; Karmel was in love with Erik as a person, the whole idea of him sparked joy. At first he thought it was merely physical. But the more time they spent around each other, the deeper it grew. Now Karmel just wishes he could act on his feelings.

Erik glanced down, stricken by a sense of shyness.

“See, Erik-” Karmel started, pointing at the bracelet. ”There’s so much more to you than you know, Erik. Not just pain and anger, like me. There’s good in you, Erik, I can feel it. I know it. I’ve fucking seen it, now.”

Erik looked up at him, surprised at what was said. Did Karmel really think that of him?

The two held eye contact again, standing in comfortable silence.

Karmel was the first to break his gaze, quick to sneak a glance at Erik's lips beforehand.

“-I’ve definitely felt it, now. I definitely know it, now. And I’ve definitely seen it, now” Karmel concluded.

“Well, that’s because time has passed. You’re way more to me than you were back then” Erik brought up. He slowly licked his lips in thought. ”Actually...” Erik shook is head. ”You were more than just a friend.”

Erik’s always had a clear idea of what the line between friendship, and something more than friendship (like romance) was, and Karmel did, too. But back then, with each other, it became blurred. They called each other their friends, Karmel stood hard on them being strictly platonic (due to now-obvious personal reasons), but with or without the crushing-on-each-other, it’s obvious something was there between them. A connection, a magnetic pull of some sort. Some could say that Erik and Karmel were each others’ twin flames, even.

But there was no denying that from the night Erik let Karmel convince him to stay, something’s been there that made them more than friends. 

Karmel looked up at him silently, knowing that ‘something’ has obviously grown since then. “We just couldn’t realize it yet” he breathed, eyebrows raised.

Erik climbed off of Karmel, sitting back down on his mat. He smiled, resting his head in his hand, which he then yawned into.

Karmel stood up. "What?" He shrugged, "is my love getting tiresome?" Karmel teased, winking playfully over at him. ”Can’t blame ya- I’m like...four days past my bedtime.”

Erik exhaled through his nose. "No, I'm just a bit tired. Which is surprising- we haven't exactly been doing much to wear us out" he explained, lying down.

"Except for-"

"Karmel," Erik smirked. "Please."

Karmel waved his hand, "you're no fun. Rest, then. I'll be here...as if there's anywhere else for me to go" he chuckled.

Erik nodded. He hummed in thought, using a finger to beckon Karmel closer.

Karmel tilted his head, "what?"

"Put your head on my lap."

Karmel giggled, doing as told.

Erik practically beamed, running his fingers into Karmel's hair. He draped his other hand across his stomach, lightly scratching Karmel's head.

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Midnight Dates - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, Secret Relationship, Fluff,

Notes: Not during Magnetic Pull. Based off of a convo I had w/ my friend. Enjoy!

Dedicated To: Anjelica

Erik walked down a hall of the X-Mansion, on his way to Karmel’s bedroom. He was about to pass by a narrow hallway leading to some other one, but stopped when he saw Charles at the end.

Charles stopped when he saw Erik. “Where are you going?”

Erik blurted out the first lie he could think of. “Going to the gym.”

“It’s that way.” Charles muttered, briefly pointing down the way from which Erik came.

Erik furrowed his eyebrows.”Where are you going?” He changed the subject, nodding at Charles.

“To make a cup of tea.”

“But the kitchen is that way.” Erik literally pointed out, down the way he was headed.

“Right.”

Both men, equally suspicious of each other, backed away into the the ways they came.

Erik waited, hearing Charles’ footsteps fade away. Trusting his gut, he rushed past the connecting hallway and turned at the next corner to reach Karmel’s bedroom. Erik reached Karmel’s door, and straightened himself out. He twisted the doorknob, and stepped inside.

Karmel leaned back in a swivel chair, lightly humming a song with his eyes closed. He tapped his finger on the table, feeling himself in the moment.

Erik smiled curiously as he watched, knuckles rapping at the door.

Karmel opened an eye, peering over at Erik before opening both. “Hey, Ricky.” He greeted, smiling and looking up at the ceiling. Karmel stood up.

Erik closed the door behind himself, walking over and promptly wrapping his arms around Karmel. “Evening. We still on for tonight, dear?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the fucking world. Anyone see you?”

Erik hummed. “Charles almost caught me.”

Karmel groaned, “course he fuckin’ did.”

Erik chuckled, kissing the frown off of Karmel’s face. “He won’t catch us tonight, love. Nor has he any other night.”

“Running around like we do makes me feel like a rebellious girl running around with a boy her parents told her to stay away from,” Karmel scoffed, cupping Erik’s cheek. “It’s funny.” He added, fingers sliding Erik’s brown leather jacket off of his person and onto the floor.

Erik didn’t pay it any mind, letting it fall. Left in his turtleneck, he was only that much closer to Karmel. 

Karmel swung his arms around Erik’s neck, mainly keeping his attention on Erik’s enticing eyes but letting his gaze stray down to Erik’s inviting lips as they pleased. He slowly licked his own lips, knee rubbing Erik’s thigh.

“Cat got your tongue, Kar?” Erik teased, arching a brow.

“Nah, but something else could.” Karmel shook his head.

Erik playfully rolled his eyes, pulling away. “Grow up, I’ll see you at midnight.”

***

Karmel stood with his ear pressed against his bedroom door. It was nearing midnight, and he was waiting for Erik’s cue to begin their midnight date.

“Karmel?” Erik’s faint, recognizable whisper could be hard just outside.

Karmel winced, slowly opening his bedroom door. He felt around for Erik’s hand, bringing it up to his lips and placing a quick kiss on it when he found it. “I’m here.” Karmel then answered, as if replying to a school attendance’s roll call.

Erik sighed in relief, trudging down the hall with Karmel at his side. 

Once they reached the stair, Karmel shot vines over the railing, Erik and him sliding down them like poles. They were both aware that Charles’ staircase squeaked. Both of their feet on the ground, Karmel’s vines seeped back into his body.

Erik’s eyes went wide when he heard a door open upstairs. Thinking quickly, he grabbed Karmel and bolted into a nearby closet. Erik pressed himself against Karmel, pressing a finger to the blond’s lips.

Karmel’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of the closet, listening as they heard footsteps descend downstairs.

Erik pulled his hand away, replacing his finger on Karmel’s mouth with his own lips. He pressed them against Karmel’s, figuring a kiss would- successfully- lower the volume of their paced breathing.

“What the f...” Alex’s low voice could be heard from just outside. He looked to the left, then the right, then making his way back upstairs.

Erik listened for Alex’s fading footsteps, closing his eyes in relief when he heard Alex’s bedroom door close. He waited for a few moments, pulling away from Karmel. “Sorry.” Erik whispered.

Karmel’s finger traced his lips, fighting back a grin. “It’s no problem, let’s go.”

Erik nodded, holding Karmel’s hand and sliding out of the closet. Together, he led Karmel down the hall and into the kitchen. “You remember where everything is?” Erik asked.

“Clear as day...Uh, or night, I guess.” Karmel shrugged. “A crystal, maybe-? The sky. Or water-”

“Karmel.”

“My bad.”

Erik exhaled silently, commencing their nearly-nightly tango around the kitchen to grab ingredients to make some challah. 

This was a common occurrence, being that they couldn’t be bothered in the kitchen at night like they could during the day. The two were only ever this open around each other, after all.

Erik and Karmel slid around the kitchen, desperately shushing each others’ giggles if they sensed it getting too loud. Erik had taught Karmel his mother’s challah recipe, seeing as Karmel’s parents, well, died, before they could teach him themselves.

Growing up, Karmel’s lavish lifestyle allowed him to sit back as his servants made challah for him. Now, he had the esteemed honor of watching Erik’s hands at work, kneading bread and whatnot. Karmel found Erik’s hands to be very, very pretty.

Once they finished, the couple sat on the kitchen floor, leaning against the wall. 

Erik had half of the challah in his hand, Karmel chowing down on the other half. His other arm strung itself around Karmel’s shoulders, holding him close as they ate in peaceful silence. “I quite enjoy our time together.” Erik started. “Day or night; though, that goes without saying.”

Karmel beamed. “Me too.” He agreed. “Y’know, I could fuckin’ live without challah. But there’s no goddamn way in hell that I could live without you, Erik.” Karmel commented.

Erik looked down, a smile gracing his lips. “I feel the same...I’ve lost a lot of things, many taken from me. But I won’t lose you, Karmel.” He mumbled. “I won’t let anything take you from me.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” Karmel whispered. “I love you, Erik. But, you already know that. Y’know, ‘til the end of time ‘n’ fuckin’ all.” He reminded.

Erik sighed happily, gazing at the challah piece in his hand. “love you too, dear. Even then, Karmel, you’ll still be mine.”

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Casual - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, OOC Erik but that’s only because he’s genuinely happy,

Notes: hehehhehe happy birthday Dio >:)

Dedicated To: Dio @mori-ohs​

Erik walked into his house on Genosha, his dogs hot on his trail. “Karmel?” He softly called, eyes darting around the dimmed room. 

Nothing.

Erik furrowed his brow, scanning around. His gaze landed on a body on the bed; upon further inspection, he found out it was Karmel.

Fast asleep, using his leather jacket as a makeshift blanket.

Erik chuckled, shushing his dogs. He knelt down, gently raking his hand through Karmel’s hair. Erik always adored how peaceful Karmel looked when asleep. He found it more peaceful than when Karmel’s ever been awake, that’s for sure. “What do you think he’s dreaming of, Dante?” Erik rhetorically asked, turning to the Tosa at his right.

Dante, being unable of basic human/mutant dialect, stared up at Erik and panted.

Erik turned to his left, over at Inferno. A sleek, black Labrador. He got the same response. Erik turned his attention back to Karmel, who lay on his back. He stood back up, and walked across the room.

“You left me.”

Erik swears he’s never turned around quicker in his life.

Karmel caught his eye, wide awake.

“I did what, dear?”

“You left me alone” Karmel pouted, rubbing his eye. Groggily, he pushed himself to sit up. “Took the kids, too. Got scared for a sec.”

Erik scoffed, walking back over as Karmel warmly greeted their ‘kids’. “My apologies. I felt the need to give Dante and Inferno their casual walks and get it over with.”

“Oh, that’s fuckin’ rich. Without me?” Karmel yawned. He neatly folded his leather jacket, setting it aside.

“You were asleep.”

“Ricky” Karmel groaned, clawing at his face and dragging out the ‘y’.

Erik held back a laugh, bending over and kissing Karmel’s forehead. “I’m sorry, Karmel. I’ll be sure to bring you next time, okay?”

Karmel’s face broke out into a grin. He cupped Erik’s cheek, pressing their foreheads together. “You wouldn’t actually...y’know?” Karmel’s question trailed off on the words he didn’t want to say, but Erik understood him completely.

“Never” Erik smiled, shaking his head. He stood up straight, pulling Karmel up with him. “I’ll never be far from you ever again, Karmel. I’ll make sure of it.”

Karmel nodded in clarification, glancing at the dogs running around Erik’s and his legs. He giggled. “They don’t seem that tired out. Did you even fucking walk ‘em properly?” Karmel questioned.

“Forgive me, I was unaware that there was a ‘proper’ way to walk your dogs.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do, and I’m here telling you, I did. I guess they just missed you, too.”

“Well, duh. I’m goddamn irresistible as shit“ Karmel winked, a hand snaking around the back of Erik’s neck.

Erik playfully rolled his eyes, kissing Karmel’s neck. “You’re stupid, is what you are.”

“You’re talking to the guy who passed at the top of his classes, actually.” Karmel corrected Erik, tilting his head up.

Erik pulled away, head tilted slightly to the side. “Really?”

Karmel shrugged. “Surprising, given...y’know. What I had goin’ for me back in the day. But I guess I managed” he beamed, holding Erik’s left hand. Karmel dove them into comfortable silence, rubbing the ring on Erik’s finger with his thumb. “I can confidently say I’m like, a million times happier, though. With where I’m at now, and, uh...I guess with who I’m with, now.”

Erik fought back that shy feeling rumbling up in his body- only Karmel Rosenstein could evoke that feeling in him. He glanced down at the ring on Karmel’s finger, identical to his own. “You sure? You would change absolutely nothing about your current situation at hand?”

“Don’t taunt me, Lehnsherr.”

“I thought we agreed on...” Erik stopped when Karmel held up his other hand.

“I’m still trying to process this. Please” Karmel chortled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “As I was saying...Don’t taunt me, Erik.”

Erik leaned in, placing a kiss on Karmel’s lips. “Fine- and you say I’m the boring one.”

“Because you are! You never read a single piece of Mary Shelley’s work before you met me, I mean, how did you live?”

“Barely.”

“Don’t do this.”

Erik laughed, which quickly died down to him gazing at Karmel with a certain air of admiration scrawled all over his face.

Karmel undid his loose tie so that it hung over his shoulders. This was one of the many ties he willingly inherited from his father; Ezra Rosenstein loved having weird patterns on his ties (Karmel should have noted this as a clear sign of his father’s sexuality, looking back) and this one was covered in rainbow trouts. 

Erik looked past Karmel, at Inferno asleep at the foot of the bed. “Inferno’s asleep.”

“He’s always first” Karmel shrugged. He looked over his shoulder, smiling down at the black dog huddled into himself. 

Dante sat by Inferno.

“Did you have pets growing up?”

“Uhhh...” Karmel drawled, looking up in thought.

Erik’s look of love stayed the same. Even little humane glitches like this were adorable, coming from Karmel.

“I had some horses.”

“Of course you did.”

“Hey-” Karmel furrowed his eyebrows, giggling.

“I can’t be surprised here, love” Erik defended himself, smiling apologetically.

Karmel whined, swinging his arms around Erik’s neck. “You’re so mean” he teased, fighting back a smile. 

“Til the end of time, Karmel” Erik assured him.

Karmel kissed his teeth, not denying the spark in his eyes. “Even then, you’ll still be mine.”

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City Of Stars - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, Erik being genuinely happy,

Notes: Sorry I disappeared for a few weeks. Had a lower back injury thing that I won’t get into, and it led to me to not being able to go to school, sit down, etc, so I thought it best to take a break from writing until I got better. But now I’m back!! The song used is City Of Stars from La La Land- specifically the Hollywood Mix. No spellcheck, we die like men. Enjoy!

Karmel offered his hand to Erik, sunlight shining through the nearby window and into his dirty-blond hair. “May I have this dance?”

Erik scoffed, looking him up and down. “You may...but with what music?”

“You act like we’ve never danced in silence before, Ricky. If you’re that pissy about it, I could sing.” Karmel teased.

Erik took Karmel’s hand, pulling him a step closer. “That’d be lovely, actually.”

Karmel rolled his eyes, making the first move in their dance. “I call this one ‘City Of Stars’” he introduced. “City of stars, are you shining just for me? City of stars, there’s so much that I can’t see.” Karmel started, looking Erik in the eyes.

Erik quickly caught on. “By ‘city of stars’, you mean my eyes, don’t you, dear?”

“You’re no fun,” Karmel pouted, pushing Erik away with one hand, only to quickly pull him back in. “Who knows? I felt it from the first embrace that I shared with you,” he carried on, quickly pulling Erik in too close for comfort.

But close enough for Erik to place a gentle kiss on his neck.

Karmel closed his eyes, praising the moment for what it was before pulling away. “That now our dreams may finally come true,” he hummed, glancing out the window and over the direct view he had of Genosha. Karmel smiled softly, knowing that that lyric was more than true. Would he have liked his current status to have just a few altercations? Yes, definitely, no doubt about it- and Erik knows this, obviously. But Karmel’s the happiest he’s been in ages, and he feels that’s good enough for him.

“You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?”

“About what?”

“You know what I mean, dove.”

Karmel’s lips formed a line in response. “I mean...yea, but- but it has nothing to do with you, so don’t even try to start on that shit.” He pointed at Erik, other hand cupping his lover’s cheek. Karmel’s thumb stroked the side of Erik’s face, in comfort. “I love where we’re at, right now, I really fuckin’ do. But you just...gotta give me a bit of time to adjust. I went from living like- like- like, you know how I lived, I don’t need t’explain again. To living on a remote, forest-y island. I went from Gatsby to General Zaroff, kinda, uh, basically. That’s a huge shift, compared to the multiple shifts I’ve gone through for the past few decades. You can’t really expect me to not be homesick of an old home, can you?”

Erik leaned into Karmel’s touch; he understood. “I suppose not.”

“E-Exactly, I’m a- I’m a bitchy kid, a privileged, rich, white guy who’s been handed everything and everything good on a silver platter since birth. I even had my shoes shined when I was a baby. I sound hella spoiled for missing that, so, like...I’m sorry.” Karmel shrugged.

“It’s alright, Karmel,” Erik whispered, taking Karmel’s hand in his own. “I’m just glad you’ve been enjoying this life so far.”

“I’m all over it.” Karmel agreed, that typical yet excited puppy-dog look on his face. “Anyway-” he cleared his throat, returning to the moment at hand. Slowly he began to dance with Erik once more. “City of stars, just one thing everybody wants,” Karmel chirped, pointing two fingers at Erik’s celestial eyes. “There in the bars, and through the smokescreen of the crowded restaurants. It’s love, yes, all we’re looking for is love from someone else,” he and Erik spun around the room, features softening down when they were in each others’ gaze.

Erik’s heart beat pitter-pattered down to a calm pace, being as he had the one thing that calmed him down, right here in his arms.

“A rush,” Karmel raised his eyebrows, “a glance,” he shyly glanced down, still not being able to handle Erik’s gaze for too long. Similarly to when he first met the man. “A touch,” Karmel’s fingers grazed Erik’s shoulder, followed by spinning Erik as he sang “a dance.”

“A look in somebody’s eyes, to light up the skies” Karmel looked up at the roof, which the sky hid, just above. He was sure that when Erik was born, a piece of the sky was taken, broken in half, and stored in his lovely eyes. Karmel wouldn’t take anything else for an answer; nothing else was a logical enough of an explanation to explain why Erik’s eyes were as ethereal as they were.

Deep, moody sometimes, clouded with the darkest of storm clouds when he was upset. But on the off-chance of Erik being in a good mood, his eyes showed it more than any feature on his body, Karmel knew this. They’d shine like the finest rhinestones, set perfectly into their sockets. One glance from Erik alone could tell a thousand stories that even the most articulate of authors could go out of business- in the same vein, Karmel feels that if he was to write about Erik’s eyes, it’d be a book series’ worth of run-on sentences. Erik’s eyes are one of his, if not than just his, most striking features. So very blue, that even the seas surrounding Genosha couldn’t compare, not in a million years or a billion universes. Erik’s eyes are more easy to get lost in than any maze or labyrinth imaginable, no matter how far and wide it could be. Erik’s eyes are the seventh wonder of the world, something to get prominently lost in the pages of history books. His eyes are something that should be seen by everyone, but Karmel rightfully wants the gift of seeing them all to himself. They give him such a high that weed has never given him, they’re his light, his map, his compass, he could make an altar for them and praise at it everyday, begging for salvation. 

Karmel clearly had a lot to say about Erik’s eyes. But to Erik’s face, he’d never say it. “To open the world and send it reeling. A voice that says ‘I’ll be here, and you’ll be alright’.”

“You’re the voice? Don’t deny it.” Erik muttered, shaking his head.

Karmel nodded proudly. ”I don’t care if I know, just where I will go, ‘cause all that I need’s this crazy feeling. A rat-tat-tat on my heart,” he crooned, tapping his finger on the left side of Erik’s chest, where his heart lay underneath. Karmel took Erik’s hand and dipped him smoothly, repeating his earlier chorus of this ballad about his beauty: Erik. “A glance,” he glanced away, “a dance.”

Erik pulled Karmel closely in his grip, never ever wanting to let go whenever he did. He’s had many opportunities in the past to be greedy about whatever he’s ever wanted, but he’s never been more greedy about anything except Karmel. This was something proven to be quite hard to do. 

Karmel’s from a long line of aristrocrats, the Rosenstein name being spoken of almost as much as any famous Tinseltown celebrity. Someone as rich and famous as a Rosenstein heir- especially one like Karmel- is hard to keep all to yourself. It’s like guarding a museum artifact, basically: sure, you have it protected in a glass case. But it’s a museum artifact, people are obviously going to look at it, talk about it, read about it, and know it exists. Erik is Karmel’s protective glass case, and the museum visitors are anybody in the world who know of the Rosenstein name.

In recent years, Erik know’s its been easier to be greedy over Karmel. Safe on their remote island filled with mutants, Grimm kicking it in the Rosenstein estate back on America’s mainland.

Karmel repeated the earlier verse following the first chorus, tapping Erik’s heart when that line came to once more. He sighed silently, exploring Erik’s facial features as if it’d be his last time to do so. “City of stars, are you shining just for me?” Karmel smiled expectantly. “City of stars...you never shined so brightly.”

Erik giggled, looking down for a moment.

Karmel’s and Erik’s dance slowed to a stop, their synchronized breaths filling the silence in the air. “Well?”

“Well...” Erik met Karmel’s eyes. “You really did waste your talent away in that library, Karmel.”

“Oh, come on!” Karmel exclaimed, playfully rolling his eyes. “Fuck off.”

“Karmel-” Erik laughed, kissing his nose. “The song was wonderful, Karmel.”

“Oh, so fuck the dance, huh?” Karmel joked.

“Karmel-”

“I’m joking” Karmel grinned. “I’m glad you like it...I love you.”

“I love you too, Karmel. ‘Til the end of time, remember?”

Karmel nodded obediently, spinning the ring on his left hand. “Even then, Erik, you’ll still be mine.”

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Magnetic Pull - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 1

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,

Notes: Welcome to Magnetic Pull, my 20-part-long Karmel x Erik series. I worked so hard on this and I’m extremely proud of it, so I hope you all enjoy!

Moira  stepped in front of Charles' way, going to shake his drunk hand."Congratulations, Professor" she smiled.

"Thank you very much" he furrowed his eyebrows, not recognizing her."This is much harder than it looks, actually" Charles waved the long vial he chugged from, having Moira shake her head.

"No, on your presentation" Moira corrected.

"Oh, you were at my presentation? How nice of you, thank you very much."

"Moira Mactaggert" Moira introduced.

"Charles Xavier" Charles replied, going to shake her hand again.

"Do you have a minute?"

"For a pretty little bean with a mutated MRC-one gene? I have five" Charles answered, going to quickly touch Moira's hair. He led her to a table, putting his free arm around her shoulders."I say 'MCR-one', you would say 'auburn hair'" he sat them down."It's a mutation. It's a groovy mutation. Mutation, right" Charles leaned in."Took us from single-celled organisms to the dominant form-"

Moira cut him off, waving her hand and looking down for a moment."You know what? This routine may go over great with co-eds, but, I'm here on business."

"What?"

"I really need your help."

Charles paused, thinking."Alright" he softly spoke.

"The kind of mutations that you were talking about in your thesis. I need to know if they may have already happened...in people alive today."

Charles slowly went to press a couple fingers to his temple, to look through Moira's mind and memory. His eyes went wide at what he saw that Moira saw, the girl calling "Professor?" When he just stared at her. Charles chuckled in an airy tone, raising his head.

"I think we should just talk when you're sober. Do you have any time tomorrow? There's someone I think you'd like to meet."

"Something tells me you already know the answer to your question" Charles told, a small grin on his face."This is very important to me, and if I can help you, I will do my utmost."

"Thank you" Moira whispered, smiling once again.

***

Moira and Charles reunited (both parties completely sober) first thing the following morning, Moira having taken Charles to a library in the city.

"Why are we at a library? I'm a professor now, I don't need to read up on anything" Charles reminded.

"We're not here for reading, Professor. In case you don't remember, last night I told you that there's someone I'd like you to meet. He happens to work here, now come on" Moira answered, leading Charles up the front steps and into the library.

The lady at the front desk automatically smiled at them when they entered, the two smiling back as they walked by.

"Nice people.”

"Not all of them" Moira shook her head, eyes darting around as if looking for someone."I sometimes wonder why someone with the powers he most likely has would work at a library" she started, leading Charles down a random aisle of books."But then again, librarians have a high salary. And who wouldn't enjoy telling people to be quiet for a lot of money?"

"You've got a point there" Charles raised an eyebrow when Moira took a book off the shelf, examining the photo of the bright flower on the cover. He read the titles of the other books."Books about flowers, what are we gonna do to search for him if we look at books about flowers?"

"Trust me. If we're in this aisle, he'll come. Now act busy. Or confused, like you can't find a book. Or both; he'll come" Moira instructed.

Charles nodded, taking a random book off the shelf about...terrariums? Whatever. He inspected it, eyebrows furrowing- maybe his mansion could do with a terrarium or two.

"Hi there, the name's Karmel. Anything you need help searching for?"

"Bingo" Charles heard Moira breathe, the two of them turning to the right.

There stood a man, about around six feet or less, with short, dirty blond hair, and deep blue eyes. He notably was wearing dark pants, a white button-up shirt, black leather jacket and a (faded, but) patterned tie. The man was discreetly chewing gum, as if he was hiding the fact that he was doing so on the job.

Charles decided to spare him the embarrassment by not pointing it out.

"Karmel" Moira repeated.

Karmel looked like he recognized her."Oh, Moira" he coughed, "nice to see you back so soon. What'd'ya need with books 'bout flowers?"

"I only needed them because I knew they'd summon you."

"Ah, jeez-" Karmel giggled, turning away. He locked eyes with Charles, eyebrows jumping."Uh, Karmel" Karmel repeated, outstretching his hand, "Karmel Rosenstein."

"Charles Xavier. Friend of Moira's?"

Karmel shrugged.

"Acquaintances, actually? Mutual friend" Charles corrected.

Karmel furrowed his eyebrows."Yea...How did you- never mind- you?"

"Very recently acquainted. She brought me here to meet you."

Karmel's eyes went wide."Uh- w-why? Why'd you need to meet me? What's happening? Moira, I- I don't like boys, but it's fine if you do Charles, but I-"

Moira raised a hand, putting back the book she was holding and cutting Karmel short."I didn't bring Charles here to set him up with you, I know you like girls. I brought him here because I feel that you both have something in common."

"An obvious interest in girls?" Karmel insisted, hands on his hips.

"No- well, yes, but not that. Karmel, could you get me a book off of the top shelf?" Moira asked, looking up at the tall shelf to her left.

Karmel looked up, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue."Yea, for sure, lemme just get a ladder-" he turned to walk away to grab a ladder.

"Karmel." Moira called, Karmel turning back around.

"What?"

Charles looked between the two of them, Moira crossing her arms as she looked at Karmel expectantly.

Karmel looked back at Moira, taking his hands out the pockets of his jacket. He sighed, letting them hang at his sides."Fine." Karmel looked around, making sure no one else was in view. Once he knew the coast was clear, he took off his jacket, handing it to Moira, who obediently held it. Karmel raised his hands, looking up at the very top shelf. 

Charles watched in awe as vines emerged from behind Karmel's back, waving up the high shelf and grabbing a random book off the top, and pulling it back down. 

Karmel grabbed the book in both hands, looking down awkwardly as the vines shrunk back down behind his back. He traded the book for his jacket, putting it back on swiftly."There."

Charles exhaled, a smile on his face."Amazing. How long have you been able to do that for?"

Karmel gulped, shushing Charles."Ever since I was like, twelve, maybe? A while, basically."

Moira smiled at Charles, "I told you you'd like him."

Karmel furrowed his eyebrows.

Moira turned back to him."We need your help."

"Please." Charles added, looking at him hopefully.

Karmel's gaze repeatedly switched between the two of them, mouth opened slightly."Alright. What's up?"

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Magnetic Pull - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 2

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,

Notes: Welcome to Part 2! Don’t worry, Erik’s coming soon.

Karmel did not expect to find himself sitting in a meeting room of the CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia. Then again, he doesn't really know where he expected to find himself with Charles and Moira, a mind-reading mutant and a CIA agent.

"The advent of the nuclear age may have accelerated the mutation process" Charles spoke, being the only one standing up."Individuals with extraordinary abilities may already be among us. Thank you very much" he finished, sitting back down.

"Mactaggert, you really think that some crackpot scientist is going to make me believe in sparkly dames and vanishing men?" A man at the other end of the table asked, Moira shifting where she sat."You just bought yourself a one-way ticket back to the typing pool. This meeting is over" he told, closing a folder.

"Uh- please, sit down, Agent Mactaggert" Charles spoke, when Moira went to stand up. He turned back to the old man."I didn't really expect you to believe me, given that all you could think about during my presentation was what sort of pie they were serving in the commissary" he noted."It's apple pecan" Charles simply declared, turning back to Moira."I haven't been entirely honest with you, love, I'm sorry. You see, one of the many spectacular things my mutation allows me to do is that I can read your mind."

"I've seen this before, in a magic show" a second man spoke up."Are you gonna ask us to think of a number between one and ten, now?"

Karmel scowled slightly, resting his head on his hand.

Charles laughed a bit."No, Agent Stryker. Although, I could ask you about your son, William, who you were thinking about, which is very nice. But, I think I'd rather ask you about the Jupiter missiles America are currently placing in Turkey" he grinned, Karmel looking over at him.

The two agents exchanged frightened glances, sitting up straight.

"He's a goddamn spy" the first agent spoke up, looking at Moira but pointing a wrinkly finger at Charles."You brought a goddamn spy into this facility!"

Moira shook her head quickly, "I did not, I would never-" the agents delved into an argument.

Raven quickly stood up, using her mutation to shapeshift into Agent Stryker. This quickly quieted down the room.

Karmel looked up at her (him? them?), hand curled away from his face.

"Can- Can you do anything?" Stryker asked, pointing to Karmel.

Karmel pulled a sturgeon face, leaning back in his seat."I don't know," he shrugged, vines growing from out of his sides and curling around, above his head like a halo."Can I?" Karmel grinned.

A younger agent, who sat against the wall, looked astonished. Less afraid than the first two.

Raven went back to her natural, blue form, Charles turning from her, to Karmel's now-receding vines, to the agents.

"How’s that for a magic trick?" He huffed.

"Best I've ever seen" the younger agent answered.

"I want them out of here" the first agent ordered."And locked down until I can figure out what to do."

"My facility is off-site" the young agent in the back spoke, everyone turning to him."I'll take them" he sounded calm, and kind. He smiled, getting up and leaving the room.

Charles got up as well, watching Moira dash after the fourth agent who didn't speak at all, but left anyway. He gestured towards Karmel and Raven, the two mutants following him out. 

Next thing Karmel knew, Charles, Raven, the younger agent and him were on the third floor of the parking garage. 

Charles pressed two fingers to his temple in order to communicate with Moira as they walked.

"I've always known that there were people like you out there. I've been the laughing stock of his agency for years, but I knew it! You are going to love my facility."

"That's going to have to wait" Charles pointed out.

"Why?"

"Agent Mactaggert has a lead on Sebastian Shaw, and if we don't move now, apparently, we're going to lose him" Charles explained, as Moira pulled up in a sleek, black car.

"Nice ride" Karmel commented, as Raven quickly got into the backseat.

"Thanks" Moira smiled.

"What?" The agent asked.

"Not only can he read minds, he can communicate with them, as well" Raven told.

"Moira and I just had a lovely conversation" Charles smiled, opening the passenger door.

"Yes, we did" she agreed.

The agent's jaw dropped."That is incredible!" He praised, as Charles laughed."But I- I cannot take you anywhere else without permission from upstairs" he remembered, as Karmel got in to sit beside Raven.

"Would you like to see one more magic trick?" Charles asked.

"Okay."

Charles pressed two fingers to his temple again."Get in the car."

"Good idea."

Karmel cackled as the agent slid in beside him, saying "nice one, Charles" as the agent closed the door. He pulled his black leather jacket closer around himself.

"Thank you" Charles smiled, getting into the passenger seat and closing the door before they drove off.

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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 1

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Spoilers for Days Of Future Past, Magnetic Pull spoilers,

Notes: Hi! Welcome to the sequel of Magnetic Pull, titled ‘Magnetic Push’, it is advised you DO NOT READ this if you have NOT finished Magnetic Pull. But that is an obvious given. Grimm, as you all may remember, is an OC of mine. Enjoy!

Logan and Hank sat in front of Charles' desk in his office.

Charles bent over sluggishly, looking at Logan under a big desk lamp. "So, you're saying...that they took Raven's power, and, what? They weaponized it?"

"Yep." Logan nodded.

"She is unique" Hank commented.

"Yea, she is, Hank" Charles agreed, standing up properly.

"In the beginning, Sentinels were just targeting mutants. Then they began to identify the genetics in non-mutants, who would eventually have mutant children, and grandchildren" Logan explained, watching Charles walk over to sit on a big couch at the side of the room. "Many of the humans tried to help us, but it was a slaughter. Leaving only the worst of humanity in charge. I've been in a lot of wars...I've never seen anything like this. And it all starts with her."

"Now, let's just say that, for the sake of...the sake, that I- I choose to believe you, that I choose to help you, Raven won't listen to me" Charles sighed, smiling sadly. "Her soul belongs to someone else, now. Hers isn't the only one."

"I know" Logan admitted, standing up. "That's why we're gonna need Magneto, too. And Climber."

Hank looked up, as if he hadn't heard those names in ages. "Erik? A-And Karmel? You do know where they are?"

"Yea."

Charles grinned in disbelief, laughing to himself. "Could you give me that one more time, please?" He rhetorically asked.

"You heard me" Logan replied, promptly standing his ground.

Charles continued to laugh as he stood up. "He's where he belongs. Him and Karmel both" he told, facial expression rapidly changing to one of disdain as he passed by Logan.

"Well, that's it? You're just gonna walk out?"

"Ooh, top marks" Charles raised his eyebrows, sassing Logan. "Like I said, you are perceptive" he pointed at Logan, walking backwards towards the staircase.

"The Professor I know would never turn his back on someone who lost their path" Hank noted, watching Charles walk away. "Especially someone he loved."

Charles stopped at the foot of the stairs. He took a step back, then one more before speaking again. "You know...I think I do remember you now" Charles said, walking back over to Logan. "Yea. Tall, angry fellow with the contentious hair. We came to you a long time ago, Erik, Karmel, and I, seeking your help. And I'm gonna say to you, what you said to us then..." he leaned in, getting right up in Logan's face. "'Go fuck yourself'."

"Listen to me, you little shit" Logan growled, grabbing Charles' shirt. "I've come a long way, and I've watched a lot of people die. Good people. Friends. If you're gonna wallow in self-pity and do nothing, then you're gonna watch the same thing, you understand?"

Charles searched Logan's eyes, confused at the audacity this man had.

Logan let go of Charles.

"We all have to die sometime" Charles walked away, for real this time.

"I told you there was no professor here" Hank reminded.

"What the hell happened to him?" Logan asked, turning around.

"He lost everything. Erik, Karmel, Raven, his legs" Hank sighed. "We built the school, the labs, this whole place, then, just after the first semester, the war in Vietnam got worse. Many of the teachers and older students were drafted. It broke him. He retreated into himself, I...I wanted to help, do something, so I designed a serum to treat his spine, derived from the same formula that helps me control my mutation" he shook his head. "I take just enough to keep myself balanced, but...he takes too much. I tried easing him back, as did Grimm, but he just couldn't bear the pain. The voices. Grimm tried countless times to- to help Charles, to slow him down to the dosage I take, but like I said, Charles, he...couldn't be helped."

"Grimm, uh...blue-haired guy, talks to and controls the dead?" Logan arched a brow.

"Yea. Grimm didn't want to waste away trying to help someone who couldn't be helped, so, he broke it off with Charles, and thus, Charles lost him. The treatment gives Charles his legs, but it's not enough. He's...He's just lost too much" Hank concluded.

Charles lay on his bed, eyes shining on the brink of tears. He looked over at his bedside table, specifically at a framed photo of Raven. Charles' chest went up and down with his restrained breathing, thinking back to the first time Raven and him met, as kids. His vision glided over the photo of Raven, to a tie. Not any tie of his own, or Hank's, but...an old friend's tie. 

Karmel's tie. He had forgotten it at the X-Mansion back when he resided in it, and Charles kept it with the underlying hope of seeing Karmel again and returning it to him.

Charles knew how much Karmel's ties meant to him, and why they meant to much to him; all of Karmel's ties belonged to his father. He groaned softy, thinking back to when he first met Karmel.

"Uh, Karmel" Karmel repeated, outstretching his hand, "Karmel Rosenstein."

"Charles Xavier. Friend of Moira's?"

Karmel shrugged.

"Acquaintances, actually? Mutual friend" Charles corrected.

Karmel furrowed his eyebrows. "Yea...How did you- never mind- you?"

"Very recently acquainted. She brought me here to meet you."

Karmel's eyes went wide. "Uh- w-why? Why'd you need to meet me? What's happening? Moira, I- I don't like boys, but it's fine if you do Charles, but I-"

Moira raised a hand, putting back the book she was holding and cutting Karmel short. "I didn't bring Charles here to set him up with you, I know you like girls. I brought him here because I feel that you both have something in common."

"An obvious interest in girls?" Karmel insisted, hands on his hips.

Charles held back a chuckle. He knew Karmel had been locked up in Erik's heart for the past ten years or so- and vice versa. Charles thought that surely, today, Karmel was more embracing of his sexuality than he had been back then, when he used to live in fear of it.

"Karmel, Karmel-" Charles called, putting a hand on Karmel's shoulder. "It's okay."

Karmel slowly dropped his hands, raising an eyebrow. His vine art of Erik grew purple flowers, which bloomed quickly. Karmel's breath hitched at that.

"It's okay now, remember? I know, you know, we both know here. And I'm a hundred percent okay with what I know. As of our quick trip to Russia, so are you. It's okay, you're safe here. You can be who you truly are."

Karmel took slow, deep breaths, nodding. "Yea, I- I just...I guess I'm gonna forget sometimes, that it's okay. But it's hard to forget that on a scale of one to ten, he's a certified twenty. I'm...I love Erik, man."

"Which is okay" Charles cracked a comforting smile. "I'll be around to remind you. It's a slow process."

Charles could still vividly remember the way Karmel's vines looped around the wall of the mansion to form Erik's face, the pure detail of it all- Karmel had Erik's entire being memorized. He moaned in annoyance, getting out of bed and passing right by the tie and framed photo.

Back downstairs, Hank was organizing the study while Logan tried thinking of what to do next.

"I'll help you get her" Charles stood right outside the study. "Not for any of your future shite, but for her."

"Fair enough" Logan quickly replied.

"But I'll tell you this, you don't know Erik, and you definitely don’t know Karmel. No one knows them like they know each other. Karmel follows in Erik’s footsteps, his pain and anger pushing him to go faster and faster. Erik, that man is a monster, a murderer. You think you can convince Raven to change? To come home? That's splendid. But what makes you think you can change him?" Charles scowled.

"Because you and Erik sent me back here, together."

Charles stared deep into Logan's eyes, determined. "And- And what about Karmel, huh?"

"Listen, Professor. What Karmel does or doesn't do in the future isn't important. What's important is that we can change Erik, and that means him, too. Y'just gotta believe me."

***

"The room they're holding Erik and Karmel in was built during the Second World War, when there was a shortage of steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal. The walls are too thick for Karmel to grow vines out of, and the glass ceiling, he isn't strong enough to break his vines through" Hank described.

"They're being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily-guarded building on the planet" Charles added, the three men looking over an aerial map of the Pentagon.

"Why are they in there?" Logan inquired.

Charles looked up at Hank, then over at Logan. "What, Erik forgot to mention?" He snickered.

"Uh, JFK" Hank timidly answered.

"...They killed-" Charles cut Logan off.

"What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air? At the perfect level from around some trees? Erik's always had a way with guns, and Karmel's always had a way, for the way Erik has a way with guns" Charles chuckled.

"Or just, Karmel's always had a way with Erik" Hank shortened what Charles said, down to its bare minimum.

"Are you sure you want to carry on with this?"

"This is your plan, not mine" Logan reminded.

"We don't have any resources to get us in" Hank complained, Charles chiming in by chirping "or out. It's just me and Hank."

"I knew a guy. Yea, he'd be a young man now. Grew up outside of DC" Logan giggled, shaking his head. "He could get into anywhere, I just don't know how the hell we're gonna find him."

Hank tore his gaze from Logan, to Charles. "Is Cerebro out of the question?" He whispered, Charles silently hanging his head as an answer.

"If only you guys had internet."

Charles looked up at Logan, eyebrows raised in interest.

"What's 'internet'?" Hank furrowed his eyebrows.

Logan sighed, shifting where he stood and turning back down to the map.

"We have a phone book" Hank then suggested.

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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 9

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,

Notes: Welcome to the 9th part! Only one more to go.

Erik and Karmel, donning the same costumes they wore the day they broke Emma out of her confinement cell all those years ago, made it to the Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Stadium. Erik simply floated his way down, but Karmel shot his vines out of his hands and torso, planting them into the middle of the stadium.

Karmel grunted, catapulting himself into the arena, his vines pulling back into him once he landed by Erik's side. He noted one other person in the stadium; some janitor. Karmel scoffed, walking in the opposite direction with Erik. He glanced down at his costume; it's been a while, but he was thankful it still fit.

This costume, per se, had a green colour scheme like Erik's was red. Karmel's cape hung off of one shoulder as opposed to both of them, and was shorter than Erik's; this way it wouldn't get in the way of his vines. Thorn-like spikes spun around the ankles of his boots, vines crossing over his torso in an 'X' shape. Not because of X-Men, Karmel just thought it looked cool. 

At least, that’s what he’d tell if anyone asked. The real reason was because the ‘X’ resembled Erik’s and his arms around one another when they hugged for the very first time; completely enveloping each other in their upper limbs.

His whole outfit resembled leather armor, all the way up to the dark green shoulder plates, down to the screw-like studs of silver metal on his boots.

It was Erik's idea for metal to be scattered over Karmel's costume, because if Karmel ever fell into danger, Erik could pull him out easily using his own mutation.

The janitor saw them. "Can I help you?" He called.

Karmel rolled his eyes, turning to Erik. "Can he help us?" He joked.

Erik stopped walking. "No, you can't" he answered, messing with the janitor's radio so that only static came out. Erik outstretched his arms, eyes falling closed as he focused on the stadium.

Karmel watched as huge marketing signs fell from their posts, the concrete level of the stadium cracking along.

The bars of lights broke off, crashing into the dozens of coloured seats that surrounded the stadium. It all came tumbling down, thanks to Erik's amazing powers.

“God, you’re ethereal.”

Erik cracked a slight smile as he slowly floated upwards, Karmel growing vines out of his body to follow Erik up into the air. He gestured his hand towards the White House, Karmel using his vines as long, long legs to walk alongside him.

"See the robots?"

"Uh-huh" Erik nodded, fingers curling inwards. Doing so, he activated the Sentinels, each one blasting into the air.

Karmel grinned in delight. "Get 'em, babe" he ordered, shooting vines out from his sides to wrap around the floating stadium, in order to help Erik with the weight of carrying it. Karmel didn't stop pieces of the stadium from falling like debris, crushing the road and cars in its way.

"Don't have to tell me twice, dear" Erik grumbled, balling his hand into a fist. 

Over at the White House, the robots rapid-fired bullets into the police cars, sending all the humans every which way. 

Erik gestured for the Sentinels, which came flying over to Karmel and him, forming a line in front of them. "Ever wanted a robot army?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at Karmel. Erik flashed him a smile.

"Only in my dreams" Karmel giggled. He pulled his vines that carried the stadium back into his body, watching as the stadium came crashing down, perfectly entrapping the White House in a circled barricade. He slowly retracted his other vines back into his body, feet touching the ground at the same time as Erik's.

Erik looked up at the Sentinels he sent over to different points of the stadium, making one stop behind Karmel and him.

Karmel heard a roar, and turned his head in the direction it came from. "You gotta be fucking kidding me- Erik, Hank" he warned.

Erik panned his head over, groaning under his breath. He turned further around, to the robot behind them. "Do what you were made for."

The Sentinel started up again, aiming an arm over at Hank and Logan and immediately firing in their direction. 

Erik closed his eyes, outstretching an arm and slowly scanning the arena. "Where are you?" He whispered, stopping when he picked up something metal from inside the White House. Erik opened his eyes, both hands reaching for the White House. 

"Logan, nine o’clock" Karmel nudged Erik, who looked over.

Erik nodded his head, a block of metal being thrown over at Logan- he dodged it. He repeated this action, Logan's claw tossing it out of the way. A few more times before Karmel rolled his eyes and stepped in.

Logan finally got knocked to the ground from behind, Karmel gesturing his hand up; vines grew from out the ground and looped over Logan's body, restraining him like a straight jacket.

Erik copied Karmel's motions, metal rebars shooting out from the block he had used, and twisting into Logan's body.

Karmel cringed, "nice."

"I know, right?" Erik agreed, turning his hand so that his palm was facing downward. "Now, let's see if the puppy can swim, eh?"

As Logan screamed in pain, Erik lifted him off of the ground.

"So much for being a survivor" Karmel hissed, Erik taking the advantage and unfurling his fist.

This sent Logan flying far, far away, landing in the Potomac River.

Now that Logan had been taken care of, Erik reached his hands out for the White House, once more. He focused on the metal he detected earlier, pulling it out of the ground and busting it out of the front of the House. "A bunker."

"Must've been fuckin’ underground, then" Karmel tilted his head.

The black bunker hit the ground, sliding to a stop in front of Erik and Karmel. Erik inhaled slowly, pulling the door of the bunker clean off. He made a pulling motion, which ripped the front wall of the bunker off, throwing it aside.

Karmel's vines sprouted out from his hand, using them along with Erik's powers to grab the men's guns and pull them away. Together, they made the guns float above their heads, and aimed them all down at the men in the bunker.

Erik slowly turned around, twirling his hands gracefully to make all the cameras face Karmel and him. He looked back at the government officials, who Karmel hadn't taken his eyes off of. "You built these weapons to destroy us. Why? Because you are afraid of our gifts."

"Because we are different" Karmel spat, steely gaze lying on the President. "Humanity has always feared that which is fucking different."

"Well, we are here to tell you, to tell the world-" Erik spun Karmel and himself around to face the multiple cameras, "you are right, to fear us. We are the future! We are the ones who will inherit this earth!"

"And anyone who stands in our way, will suffer the same fate as these men you see before you" Karmel shook his head, vaguely gesturing a hand back at the men in the bunker.

"Today was meant to be a display of your power. Instead, I give you a glimpse of the devastation our race can unleash upon yours" Erik explained.

"Let this be a warning to the world," Karmel started back up. "And to our mutants family out there...we say this" he said, placing a fist over his heart. Karmel locked eyes with Erik, nodding.

Erik nodded back at him, the two speaking in perfect unison.

"No more hiding. No more suffering. You have lived in the shadows in shame, and fear, for too long" They both urged.

"Come out!" Karmel called by himself, cupping his mouth with his hands. "Join us. Fight together, in a team of our kind."

"A new tomorrow, that starts today" Erik spoke. Hearing the President's voice, him and Karmel turned back around.

"You want to make a statement?" The President asked, pointing two fingers over at them. "Kill me, fine. But spare everyone else."

Karmel furrowed his eyebrows, hesitant. "I don't trust this" he mumbled.

Erik shrugged, approaching Nixon. "Very heroic, Mr. President" he started. "But you had no intention of sparing any of us. The future of our species begins now" Erik growled, all the floating guns locked and loaded on Nixon.

Karmel gulped, aiming the guns his vines held down, pointed at the President. He looked over, "Erik, robot-"

Erik shot his head to the side, holding up a hand at the approaching robot. Piece by piece, he broke it down until it was nothing but a torso with an arm.

Distracted, he didn't notice the 'President' pull a gun out and aim at it at Erik- but Karmel did.

"Erik!" He yelled, latching onto Erik and pushing him down.

"Karmel-!" Erik called, watching as a bullet entered then exited the side of Karmel's neck, practically grazing it. 

Karmel gasped, falling to one knee, then both of them, holding himself up by one hand as the other held the side of his neck. All of his vines reeled back into his body, dropping the guns.

Erik focused on Karmel’s unconscious body, dropping the guns he previously influenced. "Karmel-? Karmel! Karmel-" he called repeatedly, the other robots under his control shutting off, as well. Erik glared up at Raven (who had shapeshifted into Nixon), kneeling at Karmel's side. "You used to be a better shot- I'm glad it's used to, you-"

"Trust me, I still am" Raven cut him off, running over and knocking Erik out.

Erik fell back, knocked out at Karmel's side.

After Charles' intervention, Raven took Erik's helmet off of him. "They're all yours, Charles" she called, walking away and dropping the helmet.

Erik and Karmel's eyes snapped open, the two of them getting up while under Charles' control. Erik and Karmel outstretched their arms, using their mutations to pull the bars off of Charles, pushing them aside. 

Hank helped Charles up, taking Karmel and Erik out of Charles' influence.

Erik softly furrowed his brow, turning to Karmel. "You-"

"I'm alright" Karmel nodded, gesturing to the vines he quickly used to stitch his wound closed. "It's safe, don't worry."

Erik nodded, pulling Karmel in for a quick hug- one Karmel wasted no time in returning. He pulled away, glad that Karmel was okay. Erik turned to see the government's eyes on them. "If they weren't watching, I'd kiss you right now" he whispered, cupping Karmel’s face.

"Do it later" Karmel purred, smirking slightly.

Erik shakily exhaled, nodding. "I treasure you, Karmel" he mouthed.

"I treasure you too" Karmel mouthed back.

Erik and Karmel turned, watching Hank carry Charles over to them. "If you let them have Karmel and I, we're as good as dead." he noted, dropping his arms at his sides. "You know that."

"I know" Charles replied.

Erik frowned. "Goodbye, old friend."

"Goodbye, Erik" Charles replied, defeated. His head snapped over to Karmel, who was still at Erik's side, for some godforsaken reason.

Karmel stared right back.

"So that's it, then? You're still going with him?" Charles asked, dumbfounded.

Karmel's eyebrows knitted together. He squinted, "what-?"

Erik stepped closer to Karmel.

Charles scoffed, tilting his head. "After all this time, all this destruction- you're still siding with Erik? Endorsing his- his violence, his faulty views? What happened to the Karmel that worked at the peaceful library, huh? Helping anxious teens, reading to little kids? Don't tell me you're going to put your feelings above doing the right thing."

Karmel crossed his arms defensively, blinking his gaze down at the ground in thought. He side-eyed Erik (not in a nasty way, of course; more in a “are you hearing this?” Sort of way), before locking eyes with Charles again. "I'm with Erik because it's what I believe in. I'd still be standing right here even if I didn't feel for him, the way I fuckin' do."

"You should know more than anyone what Erik's capable of, Kar. Look at this, look at JFK, look at him-" Charles pointed right at Erik. "Old friend or not, it's very clear to me what corruption he could cause. Don't...Don't do this, Karmel. Come with Hank, and me. Stay with us" he begged, eyes pleading. "We can help you, just like we always wanted."

Karmel's tongue traced his teeth, turning his head to look at Erik.

Erik stared back at him, jaw clenched.

Karmel took Erik's hand in his own, bringing it up to his lips and softly kissing the knuckles of Erik's glove. He dropped Erik's hand, and made his way over to Charles and Hank.

"Karmel-"

Karmel held up a hand, silencing Erik. He walked towards Charles and Hank, looks of relief washing over their faces.

"Oh, Karmel" Charles praised, smiling happily. "I knew you'd come to your senses."

"Karmel!" Erik repeated, outstretching a hand. This couldn’t really be happening, could it?

Karmel stopped in front of Charles, his expression a blank slate. He turned his palm up to face the sky, and grew a vine out of it. This vine grew out a lush, purple flower. 

Hank arched an eyebrow, looking at it.

Karmel gulped, using his other hand to pluck the flower. He winced softly; the pain of plucking leaves or flowers from his vines was the equivalent of plucking eyebrow hairs. Karmel took Charles' hand, opening it up and placing the flower on it. He looked between Charles and Hank, swiftly turning around and walking back over to Erik.

As he did, Charles' face broke. "Really?! You're going to abandon your second chance at a real family, turn your back on doing the right thing-"

"I am doing the right goddamn thing" Karmel barked, hands tightening into fists.

"No, no you're not! You're doing this because of what, mate? Erik gives you pleasure? Huh? He makes you feel good? Millions of people may die in any bloody plan he mixes up, and you don't care because your brain is too full of what your pants is telling you, to comprehend the crisis we face?" Charles called.

Hank looked damn near betrayed.

Karmel groaned, rolling his eyes. "What the fuck did I just say? I'm doing this because it's what I believe in, Charles" he outstretched his arms. "It's what I've always mostly believed in, from the day my parents died, to the beach in Cuba- where YOU let me go with Erik- and up to where we are, right now. Whatever crisis we fucking face is because of the humans, Charles! After all these years, you're still blind to it?" Karmel scoffed. "Deep devotion to Erik or not, I'm doing what I need to do. I hope you can fucking see that, one day."

Charles grit his teeth. “Your experience of Erik’s attention is so profoundly harmful, yet so irresistible, it undermines you ability to think rationally” he spat, basically saying that Karmel likes Erik so much, it actually makes him stupid.

"Goodbye, Charles" Karmel waved, his face stone-cold. "Beware- it goeth before the fall."

Charles weakly inhaled. "Goodbye, Karmel" he huffed, not saying anything else. From this moment on, he truly knew how much Karmel cares about Erik. He just didn't want to believe that Erik was right, with what he said on the plane; Karmel's morals always fell closer to Erik's, even before he met the man. And Charles couldn't change that. But, in the future, that wouldn’t stop him from continuing to try.

Erik turned to Raven, as did Karmel. He outstretched his arms, slowly floating back up into the sky.

Karmel gave Charles a final glance, slowly growing his vines out from his back and using them as long legs. Now at Erik's level, he walked alongside his lover, glad that they were both free. But for how long? Karmel didn't care, as long as he was with Erik. He doesn't know what he'd be without Erik with him.

Erik floated by Karmel's side silently.

Karmel turned his head to face him now. "Where to, Erik?"

"Away, Karmel" Erik answered blankly. "From each other."

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Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 6

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gay, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past,

Notes: hehe erik tiddie, The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999) reference,

“Yesterday, the Paris Peace Summit was rocked by the appearance of unidentified assailants, the likes of which the world has never seen" a news reporter on the TV spoke. "Mass hysteria has gripped the nation as people ask: 'where did they come from?' 'Will they be back?' And most importantly, 'are they friend or foe?'"

The President- along with Trask and other government officials- all stood watch of the four TV's in the Office, watching Erik, Karmel, Raven, and Hank on the other three TV's.

"That was London correspondent Toby Elliot reporting from the Paris Peace Summit yesterday" another news reporter reminded.

"Fuck me" Nixon cursed, going to sit behind his desk. "What the hell are we dealing with here? Off the record."

"Two days ago, these men, Erik Lehnsherr and Karmel Rosenstein, escaped from a maximum-security prison inside the Pentagon" one official spoke, placing a file on Nixon's desk. "We believe that this woman is a former associate of theirs. They were all together in Cuba, the day of the crisis in sixty-two. The two men were also implicated in Kennedy's assassination" he explained, placing Erik's and Karmel's mugshots on the desk as well, setting another file on top of them.

"What about that thing?" Nixon asked, referring to Hank.

"We don't know what that thing is, sir. Actually, we really don't know what any of them are" another official replied, from where he sat.

"Yes. Yes, we do" Trask corrected, walking into the light. "They're mutants" he clarified, walking over to the TV. "Erik has the power to control metal. Last I checked, that's what most of your weapons are made of. Karmel has the power to summon vines from either out of himself or his surroundings and control them. And she can transform into anyone" he explained, pointing at Raven. "A general, a secret serviceman. Even you, Mr. President. She could walk into this office and order a nuclear strike, if she was in the mood. And that's only three of them."

"Well, do we have any countermeasures? Any defense?" Nixon inquired.

"I was waiting for you to ask me that question." Trask admitted, placing a folder in front of Nixon.

"That's...an experimental program, sir. Strictly off the books" the first official said.

Nixon grabbed what Trask gave him, opening it up. "You're telling me these mutants are out in the world, and our best defense are these giant, metal robots?"

"Many of the mutants look like us" Trask reminded, referring to Erik and Karmel. "My Sentinels can tell the difference. I have eight prototypes ready to go. They're built out of a space-age polymer, not an ounce of metal on them. Plus, they're way too heavy for someone with Karmel's frame to simply pull down."

Nixon looked up at Trask, then around the silent room. All eyes were on him. "I want to make a demonstration. I want the world to know that we can protect them. What do you need to get these things operational?"

"I already gave that number to Congress. Unfortunately, they elected to shut me down. It's going to cost a bit more to turn them on."

"Whatever you need" Nixon agreed.

"Oh, and, one more thing. If we do manage to capture them, I would like her" Trask suggested, pointing over at Raven on the first TV screen. "For research purposes, of course."

"I don't care who you screw, as long as it's not me. I just don’t want another rich family heir like Rosenstein to attempt another assassination."

***

Karmel and Erik were able to gain access into a hotel room that night. He found out what Erik had stolen from Trask was a film roll for those robots Trask wanted to create. Karmel was also extremely grateful for finding scissors in their hotel room, because now his hair was back to its normal length.

A French news reporter droned on a small TV in the corner of the room, as Erik used his powers to stitch up the wounds Hank caused on both the back of his head and Karmel's head.

Karmel winced in pain, holding Erik's hand tightly as Erik controlled the film roll, spinning it up and down as it projected onto the wall.

Erik turned to look at the TV, watching a recording of some government official scraping up Raven's DNA from the scene outside the other hotel earlier that day.

Karmel kept his eyes on the blue, floating film. "Those are some ugly-ass robots" he scoffed.

"Forgive Trask for not designing them to be good-looking more than their sole purpose" Erik returned, sarcastically.

"Ow-" Karmel hissed, his hand trailing down his bare chest. "I gotta say, it's nice being free, again, but- ow- I kinda miss how safe the cell was" he huffed. "I miss not knowing how much Charlie hates my goddamn guts."

Erik looked at him, slowly licking his lips. "He doesn't...He doesn't hate you, Karmel" he told. "Charles hates me, and what he thinks I've done to you, and Raven. He thinks I've poisoned your mind."

"He's just mad my views have always aligned more with yours than his and that he couldn't change that" Karmel replied. He looked down at Erik's bracelet on his wrist, it was the only piece of clothing he currently adorned from the waist-up. He didn’t exactly consider his bandages to be clothing. "He said I abandoned him, as if- as if he wasn't the one who fucking told me to go with you, remember? He said it was what I wanted, and he was right. Why's he trying to twist me into being the fucking bad guy?"

Erik shrugged. "A psychic's mind can obviously be a strange place. We can't let them get into ours, y'know? Which is why tomorrow, we're going back to the Pentagon."

"Back-? Why? I was lying about the cell thing, y'know-"

"No worries, love. We're just going to retrieve a couple things we left behind."

Karmel softly furrowed his eyebrows. Once he was all stitched up, he slipped his shirt back on and started to button it up. Karmel nodded silently, turning back to the robot reels. "I admire you, y'know?" Karmel told. "No psychic in the world needs to read my mind to find that out how much I love you."

Erik smiled softly. "I admire you too, Karmel. 'Til the end of time, right?"

Karmel nodded, happy that Erik remembered the little saying that they had made up for one another. "Even then, you'll still be mine."

Erik nodded, throwing a shirt on. ”I adore you, Karmel, y’know that?”

“Oh yea?” Karmel raised his eyebrows. ”Tell me some good things about me then; tell me some good things about Karmel Rosenstein” he challenged, crossing his arms.

“Good things about Karmel Rosenstein?” Erik scoffed. ”Could take me some time.”

Karmel rolled his eyes.

Erik thought back to what he told Charles on the plane, as Karmel slept. ”Karmel is talented. Karmel is tender...Karmel is beautiful” he listed.

Karmel giggled, “you’re such a liar.”

Erik had a knowing look on his face- this is exactly what he told Charles that Karmel would do. ”Karmel is...Karmel is a mystery. Karmel is not a nobody,” he shook his head along with his statement. ”Karmel has secrets he doesn’t want to tell me...and I wish he would.”

Karmel crossed his arms, the corner of his lip twitching up for a moment.

“Karmel has nightmares,” Erik softly held Karmel’s crossed arms, careful not to evade his personal space. ”That’s not a good thing. Karmel has someone to love him,” he pointed at himself, a smile on his face that made Karmel’s chest warm and fuzzy. ”That is a good thing.”

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Weird. - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC

Fandom: X-Men 

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, gay shit, angsty backstories, 

Notes: So...I’m not back in the marvel fandom, you couldn’t pay me to come back. It’s just...I kinda started watching the X-Men movies, and after spiraling for Lt. Archie Hicox, I’ve caught myself slipping for Erik. So yesterday I made an oc, Karmel. Let me tell you about him: 

About OC: Karmel Rosenstein is an American-Jewish mutant. He’s a -deeply- closeted bisexual, who, as you may have already guessed, has a crush on Erik. He’s a year younger than Erik, and his faceclaim, as you can see, is Brad Pitt as Detective David Mills in Se7en (1995). He’s rich like Charles, and was automatic heir to his family’s, well, EVERYTHING after his parents got pelted to death by rocks for simply being Jewish. He’s tried killing himself twice, both at the hands of his powers. His powers are classified as vine powers, because he can summon/create+control vines. He can shoot them out of his hands (or really any part of his body) and control where they go, what they do, what’s on them (thorns, flowers, nothing, leaves, etc), along with make them appear from the ground. His hero name is ‘Caramel Climber’. More to come from these two. But for now; enjoy.

Karmel lay flat on the bed of his room in the X-Mansion, a hand raised so that he could control his vines. He sighed softly, stretching his hand all the way up as his vines formed a heart shape above him.

”This isn’t right,” Karmel thought to himself, for around the millionth time in his life.”You’re a man, so is he. This isn’t right, this isn’t normal. It’s weird. You’ve got other things to worry about, anyway. Stop pretending” he groaned.”Some phase this is. It’s lasted since I was thirteen” Karmel mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut.”Charlie thinks my thoughts give him headaches, my thoughts give myself fucking migraines.”

He wasn’t very content with the fact that when he opened his eyes, his vines had written ‘ERIK’ inside the heart, along with an arrow going through it. Karmel scowled, waving an arm to make the vines disperse away.”Fucking faggot” he thought, rubbing the bridge of his nose.”What I feel isn’t real...it can’t be. Boys can’t like boys, Rosenstein. You’re sick in the fucking head, what is wrong with you?” Karmel sat up, picking up a bottle of water and throwing it across the room, the bottle just about missing Erik, who stood in the doorway. 

Erik flinched away, watching the bottle hit the floor as he closed the door behind himself.”Some welcome that is.”

“Erik...I didn’t see you. I’m sorry” Karmel apologized.”Did it hurt you at all? A small graze, maybe?”

“No, the wall took all of the damage. Bad timing?”

“No, no, it’s just...midnight thoughts.”

“It’s 8:30 in the evening.”

“Night time thoughts, then. What are you, the time police?”

Erik held back a chuckle, approaching Karmel on the bed. He watched as Karmel’s vines slowly seeped away, disappearing behind Karmel’s back.”Something bothering you?”

“I mean, spending my early thirties to use my weird powers to stop a nuclear war and for some reason co-exist with the very same species that killed my parents based on their religion is...not how I saw myself spending this week” Karmel explained.”My powers are one of the main things I spent my whole life repressing. And now I need to use it to stop a third world war? Erik, man, I just...damn.” Is all he could muster up. 

“You’re lucky you had the option to not use your powers most your life” Erik pointed out, looking away.”But, trauma isn’t a competition, now, is it? I’m just surprised that I’m still here.”

“I’m glad you’re still here. The group would be so boring if you had left that night...you think outside the box, you have more balls than anyone in this group. I’m glad you stayed” Karmel explained, fixing his tie.”I fear you’re the only one in this group who can...handle me, I’d say. Who understands me the most, and what I’ve gone through. You’ve gone through more, no doubt, but...I feel you know what I mean” he smiled for a moment. 

Erik nodded.”Indeed I do. A bunch of rocks compared to a gunshot...”

“Aching, twitching bodies compared to a limp one” Karmel muttered.”Was watching it happen worth being taken under my uncle’s care? Being the automatic heir to my family’s wealth, when I was older than you were, then? I remember ordering that every rock, no matter the size, to be removed from every square inch of the property...couldn’t even stand the word” he chattered on, hand balling into a fist. 

Erik stayed silent. Always one to listen. 

Karmel waved a hand dismissively, a vine slithering to fetch the water bottle.”What brings you to me, anyway?”

Erik shrugged.”Fresh breath of Jew never hurt me.”

Karmel chuckled, heart beat picking up the pace.”Glad that my religion could be of service” he joked, all previous thoughts against his feelings for Erik leaving his head.

It couldn’t be that bad, right? Evolving romantic feelings is natural, it’s human nature. We can’t control the gender of who we fall for.

”I feel torn with Charles’ whole idea. Co-exist with the same species who pelted my parents with rocks for their religion. Co-exist with the same species who lynch and arson other peoples of their species for simply being attracted to the same gender. Co-exist with the same species who destroy what they don’t understand...it’s kinda a load of nonsense.” Karmel explained.”He can’t possibly pretend that they’re all like Moira...but I guess that means I can’t act as if they’re all like the ones who destroyed my parents- augh, I hate it here” he covered his hands with his face, lying back down and closing his eyes.”Competent thought is a nuisance.”

Erik sat down by Karmel, careful not to disturb the serenity of the rest of the bed.”You certainly have a lot on your mind, hmm?”

“Me talking is like a faucet I forget to turn off. I’ve never had anybody listen to me that often, so once someone shows the smallest sign of wanting to listen, I go on for as long as I can...I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m sure we know more than anyone how it feels to bottle things up, yea?”.

“...Yea.”

Erik pat his knee, giving Karmel a forcefully-short-lived, ecstatic feeling.”What say I only stayed because I knew you’d go crazy being the only one with our alike morals on this team?”

“I’d say you’re only saying that to try ‘n’ make me feel better.”

Erik raised his eyebrows.”And?”

Karmel’s lips twitched awkwardly as he opened his eyes again.”I’d say it’s working.”

“Perfection” Erik winked playfully. 

Karmel gulped, heart set aflame.”Whatever. What do you say we even do about this? Our differing views to Charlie’s? Stick around, see if it does us any good? If it- If it’s worth it?”

“I’d say so, yes.”

“You’re both men,” Karmel thought again, “control yourself, it’s weird.” He averted his gaze.”Some names Raven gave us, yea? Mag-neet-o and Caramel Climber” Karmel scoffed.”Magnet-o would make more sense. Because..magnet. Not mag-neet, it’s simple.”

“You act like your name is any better, Caramel Climber” Erik sassed.

“I was just getting to that. It sounds like I literally climb caramel- which I don’t! It’s just ‘cause of my weird hair colour, and- and how my name sounds like caramel. And then vines are classified as climber plants, so there’s that” Karmen explained, draping an arm over his eyes. 

“At least it’s pronounced correctly” Erik rolled his eyes, adjusting the neck of his turtleneck.”Professor X makes the most sense. Didn’t you say Charles was actually going to become one?”

Karmel smiled softly at the fact that Erik remembered something he said.”Yea.  He’s gonna become a professor, his last name starts with X...We got stuck with the short straws, huh?”

“I guess so” Erik agreed, standing back up and turning to face Karmel.

Karmel gazed up at Erik, a soft smile on his lips. He was unaware of his vines growing from behind him and forming a heart shape behind him, him being in the center. 

Erik noticed, arching a brow.”Uhm...” He vaguely gestured for Karmel to turn around.

Karmel did so, eyes going wide and waving his hand, the vines quickly shrinking away.”That’s...That was weird, my bad.”

“Quite...” Erik squinted.”You’re yet to take complete control over your vines?”

“Afraid so. They’re semi-sentient sometimes, it- it’s weird” Karmel shrugged, sitting up. He put one hand flat on his knee, the other over his other thigh. Karmel glanced up at Erik, then down, noticing how the toes of their shoes were just about grazing each other. He pursed his lips, turning away.

“I know how you feel about me.”

“I have no idea what you mean-- what?” Karmel asked, head snapping in Erik’s direction.

Erik sighed silently.”I know how you feel about me, Karmel. As if that vine-heart you did wasn’t obvious enough- you’re not very good at hiding how you feel, you know” he told, crossing his arms.

“I- I...” Karmel stuttered, searching for something to say.”I don’t know what you’re talking about, Erik. We’re friends, of course you know how I feel about you. We’re just two dudes, two guys, who feel for each other in a way that friends should. Anything otherwise is weird” he coughed, tugging the collar of his button-up.

Erik rubbed the bridge of his nose.”It’s just the two of us, Karmel. No need to pretend...Please.”

Karmel defensively crossed his arms, huffing. He looked into Erik’s eyes, and saw nothing but complete, utter honestly. Karmel groaned in defeat, “okay.”

“Finally.”

“I’ve denied and bottled up any feelings I ever had towards any man in my life that wasn’t platonic for practically my entire life, especially you. I thought of it as...Weird. Not right. Not normal, y’know? Because, to me, I feel it isn’t normal. It’s inhumane- which is funny for me to say, because I’m a literal mutant” Karmel explained, slowly unfolding his arms.”Falling for you, Erik, was completely unintentional. Yet...it was on-sight. And I tried getting closer, I’m sure you’re well aware,” he gestured a hand up at Erik, who nodded.

“Well aware.”

“Exactly. I just...it’s weird, weirder than my powers. I’ve thought about you, me, and us, Erik. More than I ever have for any other man. I didn’t really let myself repress my thoughts about you like I usually do, it’s strange. But...I guess since you know, you deserve to know. I’m in love with you, Erik. As much as I don’t want to, as much as I’ve tried falling out of love with you, I’m deeper in love with you than ever before. Do with this information, uh, what you wish, I guess. Whatever the statement is.”

“Do with this information what you will” Erik corrected, a hand on his hip. He sat beside Karmel, who shifted away.”I won’t hold this information against you, first and foremost” Erik stated.”I’d much rather you indulge in these feelings, and I accept them with open arms, because it appears I’m better at hiding my romantic interests in other people than you are.”

“Huh-?”

“You heard me” Erik raised his eyebrows, fingers brushing over Karmel’s.

“You...” Karmel furrowed his eyebrows, a vine emerging to point at Erik.”You feel the same way-? About me?”

“Strangely so. Possibly as unintentional as your feelings were, but they came to me slower. It’s....weird, like you said” Erik nodded.”How about we keep this,” he gestured between Karmel and himself, “on the down-low for now? Or, as long as you want, I’m okay with however long that may be. We’ll work our way though this, and see how it goes. Sound good?”

Karmel maintained eye contact with Erik, blinking as he processed the weight of it all.”Uh- yea, sure. That’d be...cool.”

“Wonderful” Erik cracked a quick smile, patting Karmel’s cheek before standing back up.”We have a supposedly big day ahead of us tomorrow. Get some rest, Karmel. I’ll see you in the morning?”

Karmel nodded.”I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight.”

Erik chuckled as he opened the door.”Goodnight” he replied, closing the door behind himself.

Karmel’s jaw dropped, replaying the recent scene over and over in his head.”Huh...” he breathed, cheeks filled with colour.”Weird.”

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[knives-out20]

Magnetic Push - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 5

Fandom: X-Men: Days Of Future Past (2014)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Swearing, Gun violence, Spoilers for X-Men: Days Of Future Past

Notes: Sorry about this being kinda short.

The men had successfully landed in Paris, and drove to the building Raven had infiltrated, some hotel. Logan drove with Hank sitting behind him, Erik in shotgun with Karmel behind him, and Charles stuffed into the middle.

Erik used his mutation to gesture vaguely at two guards, throwing them against the wall and raising the small gate to let them drive through. 

Once inside the building, Karmel stayed close to Erik as the men rushed up the stairs to the exact floor Raven would be on, with Trask. He had left his hair tied up like it was when he was asleep on the plane earlier; something about Erik doing a little act like this for him, only made it that much more endearing.

"Raven!" Erik called, leading them into a meeting room.

Raven sat in her true form, upon the table, a gun pointed at Trask in the corner. 

An officer shot Raven with a taser, getting up as she shivered on the table.

"Raven? Raven!" Charles called, rushing over. 

Erik used his mutation to pull the taser strings from Raven's body, shooting them over at the officer and knocking him over on impact. He outstretched an arm, pulling a gun from the table into his hand and aiming it at Raven. Erik used his other arm to usher Karmel to stay behind him.

"Erik?" Raven softly called, Charles turning to look at Karmel and him.

"Erik? What are you doing?"

"Securing our future" Karmel answered, thorny vines crawling out from behind his back. He threw an arm over his head and bit his lip, wondering if this was going to work.

"Forgive me, Mystique" Erik gulped.

"As long as you're out there, we'll never be safe, Raven."

"Erik. Karmel." Hank growled, eyes locked on the two of them.

"Use your power, Charles, stop them" Raven instructed.

"He can't" Karmel raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.

Raven jumped up and ran across the table, not watching Hank tackle both Karmel and Erik down in one go. 

He was too late, as a bullet had already been fired and flew after Raven, following her out the window she jumped out of.

Erik dropped the gun, but sent a punch clean across Hank's face to get him off of Karmel and him. 

Karmel groaned, growing vines down from the ceiling and wrapping them around Hank, pulling him off and tossing him aside like a toy. 

Charles tackled Erik, who punched him off, as well. 

Erik pushed Charles off of him and tugged Karmel to get up, running to the window. He grabbed something off of the table, clenching it in his fist. "I trust you can get down?"

Karmel nodded, vines sprouting out of him. He watched Erik float out of the window and down to the ground. Karmel's vines shot fell the window and planted themselves beside Erik, allowing him to slide down. Once he stood by Erik, his vines retreated back into his body.

Erik gestured a hand at Raven, knocking her off of her feet and dragging her over, making her turn back into her natural form.

"Erik! Karmel!" She pleaded, Erik not answering as he pulled the bullet mercilessly out of her leg. "Guys, please."

"I'm sorry" Erik whispered, the bullet floating above his palm.

"Erik-"

Before Erik could successfully take Raven out, they heard growling.

Hank- now Beast- tackled Erik and Karmel, hitting the pavement. He grabbed the two of them and flipped them into the fountain, Erik and Karmel flailing their limbs for something to grasp.

"Hank-" Karmel gasped, but all he got in return was another growl. Too focused on trying to breathe, he couldn't use his powers.

Erik raised a hand, the metal fences blocking off the civilians beginning to shake, cars tilting over as well.

Karmel finally leveled out his focus, vines sprouting to grab the fountains pole structures.

Erik helped out by bending them around Hank's limbs, pulling him off the both of them. He stood up, gasping for air and pulling Karmel up with him. "You alright?"

Karmel panted. "You're...You're bleeding-"

"We'll worry about that later, come on" Erik ordered, grabbing Karmel's hand and stepping out of the fountain. His eyes scanned the terrified crowds, looking for Raven. Reporters snapped photos left and right, Erik using his powers to toss them aside. 

"There" Karmel gestured towards an old man, who slowly turned and walked away with a noticeable limp.

"Later. C'mon, you're wounded as well" Erik muttered, walking in a different direction than where Raven had gone.

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