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X-men - First Class: Part 6 - Erik Lehnsheer, Magneto

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warnings: violence, strangling, erik being a destructive king and nadine enabling him--, lots of mind control

The next morning you were exhausted, being plagued by your dreams and as the night grew long your brain took you back to the horror you had shown Erik, making you sick to your stomach.

Charles had reached out to you, through a telepathic link letting you know that they had a mission to find other mutants. You stood in the kitchen a mug in your hand as Charles sauntered over to you, "Everything alright?" Asked Charles, a kind look in his eyes.

"I'm fine." You assured, bringing the cup of coffee to your lips. Charles gave you a look, you didn't have to read his mind to know that he didn't believe you. "Last night my brain wouldn't shut off, I kept thinking of Erik."

"Did you reach out?"

"Why would I? He wants nothing to do with me. I felt his fear, Charles..." You trailed.

"I did too, Nadine. And that fear is no longer there." Charles explained. "But I suppose that isn't for me to reveal. We are supposed to meet Hank in the front lawn."

You sighed, finishing off your drink and meeting Charles, Erik and Raven down by the lawn. You felt Erik's quiet piercing blue eyes on you.

"This way." Charles escorted, leading the three of you to a large dome. He hadn't given any insight on what was in the dome, but you followed anyhow.

Upon entering, Hank greeted the four of you as he caught our line of vision as we focused on the large helmet in the middle of the room. "I, uh, call it Cerebro." He revealed, as you finished coming up the stairs and could see the full view of the room with panels lining the walls. The helmet was a light blue and see-through, the top of the helmet connecting to hundreds of wires that go up to the ceiling.

Charles chuckle filled the room as he looked around and Hank continued on, "As in Spanish for brain." Hank added, you glanced over at Raven, trying to avoid Erik as Raven focused in on every word that Hank had said, "Okay, so the electrodes connect Charles to the transmitter on the roof. When he picks up a-." He clears his throat, "A mutant, his brain sends a signal which helps coordinate their location before their printed out here." Raven walked over to him, clearly amazed by his knowledge.

You felt a small flush run up your cheeks as you glanced over at Erik to see his deep blue eyes directed on you. He nonchantly leant against the bar behind him. You felt a itch in your finger to reach out to him. To skim your hand against his chest, feeling the soft material of his black turtleneck. You wanted him to notice that you were cold so he would drape his red leather coat around your shoulder's.

"You designed this?" Raven asked.

"Yeah." Hank murmured, shyly. You walked over to Charles as he moved under the helmet and eagerly moved it down to his height.

"So you just reach out and see mutants?" You questioned.

"Not easily and not far, that's why we have this." Charles noted as Erik sauntered over to you and leant against the bar in front of Charles.

"What an adorable lab rat you make, Charles." Erik teased.

"Don't spoil this for me, Erik." Charles retorted.

"Oh, I've been a lab rat." Erik began, making your heart sink. You didn't understand the nonchalant manor, especially about his past. It was something he rarely wanted to bring up in conversation always pulling him back into those old feelings and raging anger. "I know when I see one."

"Just stop, Erik." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You found the idea of Cerebro to be fascinating, you wondered if you would be able to do something like that one day.

"Okay, great." Hank erupted, moving between you and Erik and breaking the tension that had been rising between the two of you. He moved his arms up to tightened the helmet. "Are you sure we can't shave your head?"

"Don't touch my hair." Charles said, smoothly.

"Okay." Hank mumbled before moving away from Charles and going over to the control panel and clicking on the switches. Raven came over to stand next to you while Erik leant his weight back while draping his leg on the bar in front of him.

The machine began to whirl to life as Charles closed his eyes and focused. He grunted as the clear helmet grew bluer. You heard as his breathing grew louder, "It's working!" Hank announced, as Charles let out an airy chuckle. You walked over to Hank to see names and coordinates coming from Charles' mind. You grew more curious as the prospect of finding other mutants, the potential to save those who were in danger. If you could reach the skill that Charles had, you could be the one helping other mutants too. You wondered if the skill was an innate power inside of him or something that he learned. You stared at Charles in disbelief before he let a long breath out while Cerebro calmed down and eventually turned off.

"How many mutants did you find?" You started, before seeing the piece of paper that had printed down to the floor. You glanced over at Erik to see dread in his eyes, there was only a slight hint of his agitation but you could read him. He slowly clenched and unclenched his hands, there was a blank look in his eyes that could tell a million stories. You accidentally caught Erik's attention, his eyes meeting yours before he shook his head. He turned on his foot towards the stairs before looking back at you and speaking in his mind.

"Follow me."

Your excitement dimmed as whatever was swimming in Erik's mind haunted you. You glanced over at Charles before following after Erik. You caught up to him, reaching out for his arm and making him stop in his tracks. "Why are you upset? That was amazing!"

"It's dangerous." Erik croaked. "First the government has our names and the next we're being rounded up to be experimented on." He explained, making your fascination wane as Erik brought you the reality of the situation, grounding you.

"I-I didn't think about it that way." You murmured, before shaking your head. "I guess I just got caught up in-the prospect of doing that? Being able to save mutants who were danger because I would know where they were. But what stops the government from experimenting on us or using us as weapons?"

"I didn't think about it that way, Liebling." Erik grinned over at you. A warm feeling filled up in his chest as he looked over at you, the two of you back on the same page. He wouldn't deny the power that they had found today, or the potential that he saw in you. He liked that you tried to understand his perspective, but you didn't blindly follow him. He loved that you could challenge him, but not disregard how he was feeling. Because you knew his arguments ran deeper than petty fighting, he was trying to tell you something was wrong. You looked down at your feet as you blushed at his gaze and the pet name he called you. "Are you doing alright?"

You met his eyes with a confused look, "I'm fine. I should be asking you that." Erik stepped closer to you, moving his hands to your cheeks in a loving embrace, lifting your head up so you would confidently look into his eyes.

"I know you couldn't control it." Erik murmured. "And I can rarely stay mad at you." You felt tears reach your eyes, as your forced to confront your feelings, Erik's hands moved down to your waist to pull you in close.

"I'm sorry." Your bottom lip wobbled as you apologized. You wish that you could say the right thing and make the whole thing disappear. It wasn't only regret but disappointment in yourself, you couldn't believe you let that happen.

"It's me and you, right?" His dark voice sending shivers down your spine as he spoke to you passionately, soley focused on you. Erik's hand slips into yours and he leads you back into the facility before leading you back to his room. The two of didn't say much as he got to the door of his room and used his power to unlock the door. You wound up sitting on his bed as he goes to look out the window.

"Erik." You drawled, catching his attention he turns around before getting on to the bed next to you. You moved towards him, as he leant back against the wall as your head went to his chest. His mouth comes down to kiss your forehead. You and Erik sat there for a long time until Erik revealed he had promised to go out with Charles to find the other mutants. You wondered if that was the reason he had taken the situation to heart, he was the one bringing the mutants to the government. So before he left, you stopped him. "Hey, you're doing the right thing." You promised, as Erik paused, picking up the jacket he had shucked off when he got into the room.

"Thank you." He raised his eyebrows as he leant down to kiss you softly on the lips. "Will you be here when I get back?"

"I can be." You replied, he offered you a nod before turning around and walking out of the door.

You had stayed in his bed a little longer after he left, relishing in the smell of him lingering on the sheets. Erik and Charles spend the next couple days recruiting different mutants. You and Moira would greet the new recruits before leading them off to their room. Moira was open to answering any questions about the facility and you answered questions related to their powers. It had been early the next day, you reunite with an annoyed Moira. She went on to explain that the new mutants along with Raven and Hank had destroyed a room and a statue.

"Anyway, Erik requested your backup to a Russian Military base retreat, it's where we spotted Shaw." Moira explained.

Moira had wound up sitting in the front with a driver, with you, Erik and Charles along with a half a dozen soldiers. It was about an hour into the trip when Moira knocked on the cover of the window.

Erik and Charles lifted it up, "We've got a problem." The driver announced.

"I'm so sorry this wasn't on the map." Moira pleaded. Charles looked through the window hole to see what was on the other side as the truck began to slow.

"No matter what happens act normally." Charles directed. "I'll take care of this, alright? Now, listen to me." Charles turned towards the rest of us before explaining his plan aloud, "They are not going to be able to see us if you can stay still, not talking, not panicking. I could use your help Nadine, we need to get into their minds and block them from seeing us."

"What? I don't know-." You started as you heard a bark from the side of the truck and you paused reaching out for Erik's thigh. The sound of a door closing alerts the soldiers, they raised their guns towards the door as Charles grabbed on to a beam on the roof and stood up.

"Whoa, whoa. Take it easy, chaps." His hand comes up to his temple, his eyebrows furrowing in concertation. You swallow deeply as you hear the lock lifting for the back door. But as the driver opens the door, the other soldiers just stare into the back, totally unfazed. You heard two of soldiers speak in a different language before the driver got the okay to close it, he was paused as the dog rounded the car. He moved into the back of the truck and begins to bark and bite the air.

"Can't you control it?" Erik gritted.

"No, I think they're too stupid." Charles replied, just as the soldier's pulled at the dog and eventually he gave in and obeyed the soldier holding on to his leash.

The driver shakily stepped forward to close the door. Moments later, the trunk rumbled as it trucked forward. Moira leads the driver to an inconsipous location. You, Moira, Erik and Charles laid right out of view with binoculars. You glanced over at Erik as he searched the area for Klaus.

"Where's Shaw?" Erik asked.

"I don't know." Charles murmured as you frowned.

"His mutant-."

"Emma." You corrected.

"Well she's a telepath and if we read her she'll know we're here." Charles explained. "Nadine, you can see from other's minds?"

"Yes." You replied.

"You see the man she's walking to?" Charles began as you nodded.

"Got it." You closed your eyes, focusing in on flowing through the thoughts and voices before finding the man's. You watch as Emma comes up to him, you don't control him, and he doesn't notice you. If you tried to control the man, she would be able to detect you but you were disguised, using your powers to deflect yourself against her power.

"Shaw sends his apologies but he's indisposed. He asked me to come in his place and between you and I, honey, I'm a lot better company." Emma leant in, you felt yourself physically exhale.

"Please come in." The body said, turning towards the house and putting his hand on Emma's back. You snapped back into your body.

"Shaw isn't here." You started.

"Is he coming?" Erik pressed, his eyes scanning your face as you turn towards him.

"No." You shook your head.

"So what now, Boss?" Charles mocked Moira.

"Now nothing." Moira declared. "We're here for Shaw. Mission aborted." You clicked into Erik's brain to try and calm the storm you felt brewing in him.

"We can get information out of her." Erik spoke to you, feeling your presence.

"I know but-."

"The hell it is." Erik denied, getting up from his spot as Moira reached out to stop him.

"Erik-."

"She's his right hand women." Erik explained, he nodded to himself before pointing towards the house. "That's good enough for me."

"The CIA invading the home of a senior soviet officer?" Moira questioned. "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not CIA." Erik corrected as he grinned over at you for a moment. You stood up from your spot on the ground, running after him, forever his partner in crime. As you rushed after Erik he was quick to capture some of the soldiers with the wire stern across the base, keeping out unwanted visitors. You caught up to him to watch him twist his hands as the wire wrapped around yet another. "Let's go, Liebling." he directed, as he started to run lifting up the metal crossed barrier.

The two soldier's arming the front paused as you connected into their minds. Being quick about digging through their brain and revealing a large shadow, making one of the soldiers while the other tried to scream but you caught his voice echoing the sound in his head and making him drop to the ground. Then you came back to reality, trudging past the intensity feared man and going after Erik. You walked pass the two disarmed men on the floor before passing through the hallway. Erik stood right on the outside of a large door. "Can you look in?" Erik asked.

You closed your eyes reconnecting with the man who was being controlled by Emma. She projected her half naked self on to his lap, letting his hands slither across her skin. You were stealthy though, being carefully as you invaded her mind, quick as you triggered her diamond response, making the fake Emma turn to diamond as the real Emma turned diamond as well, scaring the man on the bed as the fake Emma brought her hand up to choke the man. You nodded over at Erik, as he opened the door, walking in after him.

"How'd you do that?" Emma pressed. "I couldn't feel you."

"Nice trick, Nadine, now let him go." Charles gritted, coming in after the two of you. You let go of the man, the fake Emma disappearing as Emma was able to take control. As he sits back up on the bed, he grabbed out a gun for his pocket, but Charles was quicker as invaded his mind. "Sleep."

Emma stayed in her glass form as Charles tried to connect her mind but to avail he could. "You can stop trying to read my mind, sugar." Emma taunted, she reflects him and makes Charles wince. "You're never going to get anything while I'm like this." Emma trudged forward, going to climb up the table as Erik and Charles caught her before pinning her against the headboard.

"So, just tell us." Erik suggested as metal began to contour around her arms and waist, pulling her tight to the bedframe. She tried to move against it but it only grew tighter. "Where's Shaw?" Erik's deep voice asked. Emma grunted as she struggled to escape. Another metal slithers around her neck, as she gasps for air as Erik chokes her.

"Erik." Charles warned, but to no avail Erik honed in on his own skill, anger raging off of him.

The metal broke from the headboard, gaining extra strength as the gold slithered its wa around her upper arms, her stomach. "Erik, that's enough." The echo of her glass cracking filled the room, then Charles repeated himself in Erik's head, snapping Erik out of his anger spiral. When he let go she turned back into her human form, giving up.

"All yours." Erik replied, turning on his heel to the scotch laying out on the table. "Won't be shifting into diamond form again and if she does." He trailed, offering Emma a evil glare, as he stood tall with his glass in hand. "Just give her a gentle tap."

Your attention goes from Erik to Charles as he sits in front of Emma. HIs middle and pointer fingers brought up to his temple. He closed his eyes focusing on the information he was receiving before mumbling out, "Radiation gave birth to mutants. What will kill the humans will only make us stronger." He mumbled in a voice that wasn't his own.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Emma commented.

"This is worse than previously imagined." Charles explained. "We are taking you with us. The CIA will want to question you themselves."

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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Part 3 - Convincing Erik

Part 4

She's Human or Weapon

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Someone shakes me awake from a deep sleep I was having in my room of the CIA facility in Washington DC. Blinking my eyes opened a couple of times I yawned. "Erik, what time is it?" He's holding one of the governments folders in his arm with his other hand he pulled me out of the bed. "It's time to go. I got what we need and you're the only person I trust. Now come." Tossing me a jacket to put on where I can barely get my arms in the sleeves before he's dragging me through hallways again. My mind flashes back to the night we escaped Shaw's facility until we're outside and he opened the folder flipping through information on the man he wanted killed. Foosteps approached behind me as I wrap my arms around myself hoping to get warmer. "What I know about you and Aurora I'm suprised you managed to stay this long." Erik closed the folder glancing over his shoulder back at Charles when I fully turned around to face the Telepath in front of us. "What do you know about me?" He questioned him getting a simple response back. "Everything."

"So then you've seen all the...torture?" I stuttered out feeling chills run down my spine as the thoughts reappear in the front of my mind. Charles puts his hands in the pockets of his pants slowly walking towards me. I don't have to see inside his mind to see the sadness in his eyes when he spoke. "I've only see Erik's memories. Yours, love. Well I can feel the weight they have on you. But I can't physically see the images in my mind. I've actually never had this happen before, it's quite extraordinary actually." Abruptly I get yanked backwards from him and behind Erik's chest with him shielding me from him. "We don't need your help!" He scoffed making Charles shake his head. "Don't kid yourself. You needed my help last night. Besides it not just me you'd be walking away from. Here you have the chance to be apart of something much bigger than yourself...And have you even asked Aurora if she wanted to go with you." Erik and I shared a look when he replies to the man. "She trusts me that's all that matters." My eyes fell back on Charles sending him a thought through my mind to his. "He's the very reason I am alive. I might explain it to you someday. If I ever learn to trust you like I do him." Charles nodded his head back to my message turning to walk away from us. "I won't stop you leaving. I could, but I won't." Hearing him say those words makes my heart flutter a little.

I have gotten used to never have a choice in what I did. Being a lab rat for the majority of my life then to hear him say that. To give us the choice makes me feel something I've never felt before, Raven will freak out if she ever knew. The next morning Hank a mutant at the facility takes us up some stairs to a machine that would allow Charles to find other mutants around the world. Charles puts the machine on his head when I stood by his sister. Erik chuckled out pointing to him. "What an adorable lab rat you make." The Telepath thinks nothing of it. "Don't spoil this for me, Erik." Erik shrugged his shoulders resting a hand on my back. "We've been lab rats. I know one when I see one." Hank flipped some switches on asking Charles. "Are you sure we can't shave your head?" He immediately replied back sternly. "Don't touch my hair." I completely agreed with his statement. He had cute hair that makes him attractive, plus I didn't mind hearing him talk with that accent of his. Someone nudged me in my hip breaking me from my trance. "You're staring at him. I think I know what that means." Raven sang low enough in my ear only I heard. My cheeks flush red when Erik asked sensing my nervousness. "Rora, are you alright?" Swallowing a little lump in my throat I nodded just as the machine started writing down the coordinates of where any mutant was around the world.

For the next few days Charles and Erik had left Raven and I by ourselves going to gather mutants for the program. Shrugging on a short grey shirt and some leggings I went to the kitchen grabbing a bag of chips. "So you gonna ask my brother out yet?" I jumped off the ground a little almost ripping the bag completely opened and making a mess on the floor. "Geez Raven. You nearly gave me a heart attack." She moved from her spot of hiding behind the large fridge, hoisting herself up to sit on the kitchen table with a weak smile. "Sorry, I just think you two would be cute together. Plus the night we met he couldn't take his eyes off you." Popping some chips in my mouth I sit down in one of the kitchen table chairs eyeing the girl. I wish I could be hopeful like her but hope was taken from me too long ago. During the last World War I had seen families ripped apart because some of the kids ended up in the labs with me and Erik. It was from then on Erik and I made our pack. I've never let a guy hold my heart before which is why I'm hesitant to tell Charles even the tiniest bit about myself. "Raven, I'm not sure about what I feel. I mean I've never been in a relationship before in my life." I tossed the empty bag of chips into the trashcan in the corner with a heavy sigh.

"Well I've never had a boyfriend either. So we're basically in the same boat...except you don't have to hide." She slumped her shoulders resting her chin in the palm of her left hand. Currently she's sitting in front of me using her power to look like a normal blonde girl. Instead of showing her true form which was blue skin and red hair, at least that's what she told me she looked like underneath. Reaching up with my right hand I rested it ontop of her freehand making her look me in the eye. "If I'm being honest, I'm hiding too. I'm afraid that the world only sees me as...a monster. That I'm a freak for being born differently..." In that moment we had both found someone who understood, someone who we could call a friend. Raven jumps off the kitchen her dress swaying a bit when she throws her arms around me in a hug. At first I'm suprised but this time I actually do hug the girl back with a smile on my face. A few minutes later she broke the hug moving hair behind her ear still smiling. "You don't have to do anything about what I'm saying unless you want to. But my brother isn't going to call you a freak. Even though he doesn't have to hide all the time. He still feels something for you." Raising my brows to the blonde I dared to ask the question. "How do you know exactly?" She pats me on the shoulder exiting the room leaving me stunned for a little while. "Because he told me after he brought you and Erik back here. He said he was a little jealous when Erik called you, Rora."

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turtletotem · 4 years

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Morph

For the “transformation” prompt, an Animorphs AU! I gave up on getting it all finished today, so part two will follow soon.

Charles and his friends had been through a lot of awful stuff, since the night they found a crashed spaceship and a dying alien. The night they learned their world was under attack, and received from the dying alien's hands their only weapon against the invaders—the power to morph. Morphing gave them the ability to take animal forms that were a thousand times more dangerous than their fragile human bodies, forms that hid their true identities from the Yeerks and let them absorb unbearable damage that would simply vanish when they de-morphed. Since that night, they had all endured amounts of pain, terror, guilt, and strain that probably should have killed them.

It hadn't killed them yet, but it had warped all of them—sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. Charles's sister Raven had once cared too much about having the best hair and the most fashionable clothes, about being pretty and popular; now she was a fierce, unstoppable fighter whose bloodthirst scared them all, even if they wouldn't say it. Erik, who had always been sharp and steely, was ruthless and pragmatic to a fault, now—except how could it be a fault if it kept them alive, kept the human race alive and free?

And Hank… poor Hank suffered more than any of them, trapped in morph as a gorilla. Barring a miracle, he would never be human again. If only he'd been in a smaller, less exotic morph, the day that he couldn't get to safety until long after the two-hour deadline, perhaps he could have still been among people in some way—someone's dog, a wild bird, something. Instead he had to remain entirely hidden, entirely dependent on the rest of them for everything. And any wounds he sustained in battle had to heal the hard way.

As for Charles himself, he had nightmares all the time now, flashbacks—not so much to the terrible things they'd endured, but the terrible things they'd done. All the bloodshed and suffering, the lies and secrets. Was it worth it, if they succeeded? What about if they failed?

All of which made it very easy to forget that morphing could also be fun.

Charles's claws clicked over the floor of the candy shop, a tiny noise to go with his tiny mouse body. Mice were nervous, hypervigilant little creatures, but Charles was an old hand at controlling the little rodent's instincts. Mouse morph had turned out to be almost as useful as his tiger battle-morph, if for very different situations.

It was also sort of neat. Charles couldn't say exactly why he enjoyed being so small, making his way through a world grown suddenly massive around him. Chairlegs like redwood trees, jellybean containers like granaries, expanses of black-and-white tile like the surface of an alien world. It made him think of a dollhouse, except that was exactly backwards. It was as if he was the doll.

Outside the shop, he knew Erik would be getting impatient. More accurately, he would be getting worried, and masking it with impatience. It had taken Charles longer than he expected to get into the building; he supposed he should have expected that a candy store would be fortified against mice. Mice with human intelligence, however, were not so easily stopped, and Charles had finally made it inside, tick-tick-ticking across the whimsical tiles toward the security system keypad on the wall.

Up, up the enormous furniture, claws scrabbling and nose twitching at the tantalizing scents of candied fruit, peanut butter and sugar, sugar, sugar—No, no time for a snack. Charles pulled his attention back to the keypad, which he could just barely reach by climbing the display of licorice behind the cash register. It had taken three weeks of surveillance to get the code, and Charles had repeated the numbers until he heard them in his dreams. Now he typed them in, throwing the weight of his entire body against the buttons.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. And—boop, the security system disengaged.

<You're clear,> he called to Erik.

Within a minute, the lock on the front door turned and the door opened. Erik was terrific at anything machinery-related, including lockpicking, and that had come in handy just as often as mouse morph.

"Took you long enough," Erik muttered as he crossed the shop. "Are you all right?"

<Of course I am.> Charles crawled into Erik's extended hand, snuffling instinctively at his fingers, which smelled like Cheet-os.

"Of course you are." Erik rolled his eyes. "Are you going to demorph?"

<No. I've still got an hour and a half, and I'll have to reset the alarm when we're done, and go out the same way I got in.>

Erik grunted and slipped Charles into the front pocket of his jacket, over his heart. Charles could feel it thudding gently behind him. It was silly for him to enjoy that so much, but he did.

They slipped into the shop's back office. Charles had wondered if they would need to look for false drawer-bottoms, hidden safes—but no, the candy shop owner kept the paperwork for his activities with The Sharing right in his normal file cabinet, in a folder marked The Sharing.

"My mother's gonna kill this guy if she ever realizes how careless he is," Erik said lightly, pulling out the folder and turning on the nearby lamp so they could see what it contained.

<Not your mother,> Charles corrected.

Erik didn't reply, and Charles didn't push it. The woman everyone thought of as Edie Lehnsherr was a high-ranking member of The Sharing, the "community engagement" organization the Yeerks used as a front to gather hosts. Erik's mother was a Controller, a prisoner somewhere inside her own brain while a Yeerk lived her life. Cooked in her kitchen. Volunteered at her synogogue. Kissed her son on the forehead. If joking about "Edie's" ruthlessness against her subordinates kept Erik from losing his mind, Charles wasn't going to stop him.

"Here," Erik said after a minute. "That's what we need, right there." He took out his phone and took pictures of the pages. The pictures would be deleted later, once the information on them was memorized; they'd all adjusted their phone settings to prevent anything entering 'the cloud.' They couldn't be too careful.

Erik flipped through the rest of the folder, taking one or two more pictures, but there really wasn't much they didn't already know. The candy shop owner was pretty new to The Sharing, and his Yeerk wasn't especially high-ranking.

<He might have more later,> Charles said.

"I was just thinking that," Erik said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "The guy shouldn't be able to tell we were ever here. As long as he doesn't change the alarm code, we can come back…"

But on their way out of the office, that all went wrong. In the dark shop, glancing over his shoulder, Erik ran right into a display.

A dozen different kinds of candy cascaded to the floor with a sound like an avalanche. Jars shattered, shelves flipped, boxes tumbled, and Erik's foot slipped on a bag of gummy bears. He fell hard, managing to turn so as not to crush Charles in his pocket.

"Are you all right?" Erik asked at the same time. He sat up, surveyed the damage, and started swearing. "Do you remember what all this looked like? Can we put it back together?"

Charles crawled from Erik's pocket onto his shoulder, and surveyed the damage with a mouse's superior night vision. <Too many things are broken. We could work all night and he'd still know someone was here.>

More swearing. "Fine. Fine. Okay, then. This is what we're doing."

Erik crouched down and began scooping candy into his jacket.

<Erik… are you stealing candy?>

"Yep. Gosh, this poor guy. Some idiot kids broke in and robbed his candy store. Stuff like that happens. No reason to think they went anywhere near his file cabinet, though, right? Idiot kids stealing candy don't care about The Sharing's secrets."

Charles couldn't help laughing. <I'll help. You need to take enough of a haul that no one will question the story.>

He hopped off Erik's shoulder onto the floor and demorphed. Only when he was standing barefoot on black-and-white tile did he remember that neither of them had brought any clothes for him. He had planned to stay a mouse.

"Well, you're not gonna be able to carry much," Erik said dryly, looking him up and down.

Charles knew he had to be blushing. This wasn't exactly the circumstances under which he'd imagined Erik would first see him naked. Not that it was appropriate to think about that anyway. Erik could never feel that way toward him.

"Chilly in here, isn't it," Erik said with a smirk, and Charles gasped in outrage and turned away, covering his chest.

Erik snickered, and returned to filling his pockets with taffy and gumballs. "Get that bucket over there, start filling it up."

Charles dashed over to the bucket of lollipops, pulled out the styrofoam filler that kept them upright, and started sweeping chocolates, gummies and packages of Pop Rocks into it. The display cases under the cash register were full of chocolate truffles—was it locked?

Another horrible avalanche crash, and Charles jumped out of his skin, whirling around.

Erik grinned at him from the wreckage of a second display. "Verisimilitude."

Charles rolled his eyes. "Come help me get the truffle case open. They're my favorite; if we're going to steal candy I want truffles."

Erik, cramming packs of jellybeans from the second display down his shirt, joined him at the truffle case. He poked thoughtfully at the lock, then reached for a huge novelty lollipop. "Stand back—"

"Don't you dare!" Charles swatted the lollipop out of his hand. "You'll get glass in the truffles!"

"Oh my gosh, say that again. Come on, say it again, you sound so adorable when you say 'truffles' with that accent—"

"Shut up! Just open the lock!"

Erik squeezed past him to the cash register and pulled a key off a nail. "There. All the truffles your heart could desire."

Charles opened the case, grabbed one of the cardboard boxes used by the cashiers, and filled it to the brim with every flavor of truffle, stopping to sample his favorites. "Mmm!"

"Hedonist. You have chocolate on your nose," Erik said, grinning, and stepped forward to wipe it with his thumb.

For a silent, inexplicable moment, they stood there together, Charles's pulse pounding and his mouth full of chocolate, Erik's sleeve brushing his bare shoulder.

"We should go," Erik said, turning away abruptly. "We'll have to set off the alarm, for ver—versim—what I said before. Idiot kids would only have time to grab so much before they ran for it."

"I've got to morph again," Charles said. "Can't run out there like this."

"Back in my pocket you go, then."

They re-armed the security system, put mouse-Charles in the hood of Erik's jacket—all his pockets were full—and Erik went out the door, carrying the bucket and truffle box. The alarm went off behind them as soon as the door opened.

Mission accomplished.

#cherik #my fic #CherikWeek2020 #animorphs au #what an adorable lab rat you make charles #part two to follow tomorrow or next day

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hugh-lauries-bald-spot · 2 years

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flirtatious teasing with a hint of vulnerability? Dont mind if i d--

#cherik #x men #what an adorable lab rat you make #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #hes being HONEST #and CUTE #and teasy!#flirt #charles is like im so cool #and erik is like aww cutie

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sorry but theres just no straight explanation for erik's "🥰what an adorable lab rat you make charles🥰" line in xmen first class

#cherik #theyre canon #i dont take criticism

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iamslowlyloosingmysanity · 3 years

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I’m rewatching X-Men: First Class and I- *deep inhale*

”’I thought I was alone.’”

”’You‘ve never been alone.’”

God fuck, Charles, quit being such a... Whatever the fuck he is- a romantic!

I got so many gay vibes from that scene because the first time Charles saw Erik, he wrapped all four limbs around him from behind- WHILE BEING UNDER WATER- and was like “‘Calm your mind.’”

Like bitch you’ve never even met this man yet you’re acting like a koala just found the perfect tree to cling to.

And then when they’re at that base, Erik is leaving and Charles was like ‘wait no don’t go, you’re my baby daddy‘ or some cheesy shit like that.

And then the next day, Charles was talking to a chunky guy and Erik was like ‘ey, I’m back’.

And then Charles was like 😍😘🥰

Like bitch, stopppp😭

And then at Cerebro where Charles had that weird hat thing on his head and Erik was like ‘what an adorable lab rat you make.’ and then Charles was like ‘dont spoil this for me bitch’.

They are so married I can’t.

OMG ALSO. DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING STRIP CLUB SCENE.

WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL WAS THAT?

AND THEN THE BEACH SCENE WHERE ERIK ACCIDENTALLY REDIRECTED THE BULLET RIGHT INTO CHARLES’ SPINE???

WHEN ERIK REALIZED WHAT HE HAD DONE, HE WAS SO GENTLE, HE DIDN’T EVEN LET CHARLES HIT THE GROUND.

EVEN WHEN ERIK WAS LEAVING, HE WAS SO CAREFUL TO PUT CHARLES ON THE GROUND I CANT.

Anyways whatever.

#erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #cherik #professor x #magneto #marvel #marvel cinematic universe

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(Slight spoilers for Elite Force below, but, like, the show genuinely ruins both shows so eh)

(Death tw)

Okay so it never actually happened in Elite Force because one of the characters supposedly kicked the bucket as far as we know which I will never not be mad about especially since Mighty Med still had an entire story line that needed to be completed that was completely brushed aside for EF and also the character I'm talking about was by far one of the best characters in the entire show and I'm getting offtopic but you feel my anger and pain.

(Death tw end)

Anyway, his name is Doctor Horace Diaz, he's the head of Mighty Med and is also the superhero Caduceo. He's a goofball and I love him.

Now, in Lab Rats, I am going to hope you know who Douglas Davenport is and skip the explanation of all of that. He's a chaotic mess and I love him.

A very long time ago I made a dumb post about "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if Horace and Douglas got together?" and created a shipname for them (Dorace). At the time I had yet to realize that jokingly shipping something always leads to actually shipping it, and, uh, I think me, blue, and cinnamonzor popularized it through random headcanons and a bunch of quotes submitted to the incorrect quotes blog.

Their entire dynamic is just "I would never say that my husband is a bitch and that I don't like him, I could never. My husband is a bitch!! And I love him VERY MUCH!!" and "I have very high standards and-" *guy 2 trips down a float of stairs and proceeds to burn his hand on the kitchen stove somehow* "I want that one" except you can't tell who is saying what because it works equally for both of them. They're adorable idiots, your honor.

They are both on opposite ends of the chaotic good spectrum, which means that dates usually end in either crimes or cuddles and sometimes both. They are also both incredibly smart so they have the ability to get away with a lot of the shit that they pull.

They also both have a bunch of kids so they are the Dad Duo™. They are pretty good parents most of the time and put Donald to more shame than he already has. They're just so amazing, your honor.

(Abuse tw)

Douglas is already incredibly queer coded in canon, too, is the thing. I'm, like, 99% sure that Giselle in Season 4 of Lab Rats was added just to straighten him out a bit, which, like Moira McTaggert to Charles Xavier, it didn't fucking work.

Anyway, throughout Season 3 of the show, while Douglas is still evil, he's working alongside this guy named Victor Krane, and WOO BOY ARE THESE TWO GAY.

They went as Brad and Angelina for Halloween, there are many cases of which Douglas talks to and about Krane as if they have been dating and depending on how you look at it even MARRIED, and they're just gay.

But also, like, on top of all of this, it has been outright said and implied many times that Krane tortured Douglas?? Which would be a fine little "ha ha deranged villain" joke for a show aimed at a bunch of 8-12 year olds if it wasn't for the fact that they have a HEAVILY QUEER CODED RELATIONSHIP. Douglas talks about how Krane regularly electrocuted him in one episode while Donald is messing with him and it's played off for laughs but just??? It's not funny.

Anyway what I'm trying to say is that this man also 100% has a bunch of issues that he needs to work through and probably projects these issues onto Horace in some way or another. He's just scared of a relationship in general, and actually being in one, as great as it is, is outright terrifying and he feels like he's walking on egg shells.

[Please note that I'm not trying to turn actual abuse into something that is purely explored to cause romantic relationship tension and that having trouble with it is crazy and makes the victim a bad person. I have explored these things in many other ways with this character, and recognize that, with real people, it is so much more varied than this. Felt like this should be specified.]

(Abuse tw end)

(Death tw again)

Now, back to Horace, I mentioned earlier that Horace is a goofball. And, like, I mean this way too literally. Again, I do understand that this is a show aimed at 8-12 year olds, but god damn sometimes it's just unsettling and straight up concerning.

Like, there's this one time in the show where everyone in Mighty Med is almost killed due to some mind control thing and then when they all snap out of it, the first thing Horace does is either start a conga line or start a game of limbo (I forget which one because the other happened at a different time).

Also, the way he treats his nephew isn't ideal, to put it lightly, but there are some moments where he proves that he genuinely does care about him. He also reiterates throughout the series that one of the reasons that he doesn't treat Alan (his newphew) is that he doesn't believe that he's enough of a father to him because he's not his real father. In the end it just kind of creates the effect that he's trying to distance himself from those closest to him.

The most important detail that I haven't mentioned yet is that he's immortal. Like, actually immortal. Really immortal. 3,006 years old immortal. He's had to live for such a long time, watching the people that he's grown close to continuously die, time and time again, while he's stuck jut not being able to die.

So, my point is that Horace is definitely not as sunshine-y as he seems and the way he acts on a regular basis could very well, at least partly, just be a coping mechanism of some sort. After living for so long, it makes sense that he has trouble being able to become close to people.

(Death tw end again)

Basically, there's a lot of angst potential with these two as well as fluff.

This got way longer than intended, so sorry about that.

(@blueskiesandstarrynights is actually the reason that more than half of the stuff in this ask is actually in the ask. If you scroll through the Dorace tag on here you'll find all our posts discussing these two.)

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT HORACE

Yes I totally support this

(also it's totally fine that this was long)

#inbox

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Let the good times roll one more time!

NCIS: New Orleans signed off after seven seasons with a finale that mostly wraps up some lingering threads. Special Agent Dwayne Pride (Scott Bakula) marries Rita Devereaux (Chelsea Field), with Dr. Loretta Wade (CCH Pounder) officiating. In attendance for the intimate ceremony are his team — Tammy Gregorio (Vanessa Ferlito), Hannah Khoury (Necar Zadegan), Sebastian Lund (Rob Kerkovich), Patton Plame (Daryl “Chill” Mitchell), and Quentin Carter (Charles Michael Davis) — and his family — mother Mena (Joanna Cassidy), brother Jimmy (Jason Alan Carvell), and son Connor (Drew Scheid).

And while Connor’s mother Sasha (Callie Thorne) plans to take him into witness protection with her, when she sees him having fun at the wedding, she instead skips out on the marshals … and leaves him to stay with his dad.

TV Insider caught up with executive producers Jan Nash and Christopher Silber to find out what would’ve happened next.

The series ends on a positive note. Was that always the plan for the end of Season 7 or did anything change after you learned you weren’t coming back?

Christopher Silber: We would’ve probably ended with a bit of a cliffhanger or at least an open-ended idea that there is more trouble to come for our characters. When we found out that this was going to be the series finale, it was Jan who felt like, “Let’s have it have a positive ending without it making it feel like it’s an ending for our character, just an ending for the series. They will continue even if we don’t get to see them on their adventures. But let’s give them a win, let’s end on a high note.”

Would it have been more of a cliffhanger than Sasha being followed? An additional mystery?

Jan Nash: Sasha being followed probably would have been the end. I think we would have done a lot of the same elements, but we would have ended telling a story in that episode that would have leaned in a little bit more to her being in danger and when she pulled away, she was being followed. We would have had a sense that Season 8 would have opened with either her having already been harmed or seeing her be harmed perhaps. That investigation would have defined the beginning of Season 8.

It’s also fitting that the series ends with the Second Line. So was that part of the plan for the series finale whenever it was going to happen?

Christopher Silber: Not to be overly optimistic, but we knew that there would be a series finale, but we never had a plan in the seven seasons I was on the show for how we would end it. It felt right in a moment, that’s for sure.

At the end of the series, the team’s all staying put professionally. Is this a team you imagine continuing to work together for years or do you see any of them moving on?

Silber: I would say that they would work together for a while, but you never know where they might end up and that isn’t meant to be coy.

You really did a deep dive into family with Pride in these final episodes and it’s been so wonderful to see him getting his time with his mom, marrying Rita, getting to know his brother over the years, and having those moments with the son he didn’t know about. So what did you want to do there this season?

Silber: We’ve done so much with the man and put him through his paces throughout the years. We’ve shot him. He had an overwrought relationship with his father who was a criminal. He had to witness his father die. What we wanted when we delved into a new chapter of his family was to show how he evolved, how he didn’t have to be surrounded by so much chaos. By connecting with Rita and finally finding some grounding there and spending more time with his mother and then introducing the son character, we really gave him a full spectrum. When we met Pride in the original crossover with NCIS, he was recently separated, heading into a divorce, his daughter was going to college, and here we can end with Pride remarried, with a son, so it’s really full circle for him.

It seems like we got to see the acceptance that Pride and Jimmy had for who their father was through their conversations with Connor about who Sasha is.

Silber: Absolutely. That was another thing. Not to get too heavy about it, but as we as adults reach the place where our parents were when we were kids, we look at them and say, “Look at how you’re messing up.” For Pride, it’s realizing that it can get complicated even with the best of intentions. For him and Jimmy, they recognize that. Even in dealing with Sasha, someone who tries to kill him multiple times, he was able to see that she also contained multitudes.

Did you accomplish everything you wanted with Pride and Rita’s wedding — the actual ceremony, the celebration, and the lead-up to it?

Silber: Under the circumstances, meaning the COVID of it all, meaning that we were given a little bit of lead time, which we were grateful for, to know that this was the series finale, I am extremely proud and satisfied with how we did it. If we had more lead time or if we thought we were going to keep going, maybe it would have been grander, but I think it was appropriate to the show for sure.

Nash: I’m not sure it would’ve been bigger. We’ve never talked about this, but I felt like the intimacy of it was really beautiful and that the Second Line was really celebratory, particularly to people in New Orleans, who did all of that because they had to move it around a lot because there were some storms coming in. They did a magnificent job.

One of the most pleasant surprises of this final season was how much I enjoyed Hannah and Carter’s developing relationship. What did you like about exploring that? Do you think they could make it work or might him staying weigh on them a bit?

Nash: It was clear to us when we put them together procedurally earlier after Charles joined the show, they had a real chemistry. We started talking about that earlier and then decided we were going to just let everybody else see what was happening almost more before they saw what was happening. We had set Carter up as being a character who did not put down roots. He was not somebody who is interested in making connections, particularly in his work environment. That gave us an opportunity to bring in his mother and let him explore some of the things that might have gotten him to the place where he was that kind of person. And it really just made, I think, the journey of Season 7 really compelling for both of them. I’m going to believe — because the show in my mind continues — that they are gonna make it work and they’re going to be charming and adorable and happy for a very long time.

Tammy found a home in New Orleans with and away from the team, which she never would have imagined when she first arrived. Where did you want to leave her?

Silber: For all of our characters, we wanted to see them grow and change and evolve — certainly with the team as their family, but also in finding their home and finding their roots in New Orleans. For Tammy, when she arrived, she was someone who was thinking about finding her way out and unsure about the team and to be able to see her finally mark her own territory, own who she is and own what she wants to be, that was special for us.

Sebastian’s had quite the professional journey these past seven seasons, but he hasn’t been lucky in love. Is that something you would have changed if you had more time to wrap up the series?

Silber: Oh, I think so. He was a great example for us in that when the show started, he was the lab rat. He was someone who you wouldn’t expect to scout in the field and to be able to take that character, show his growth in an arc over the series into a very confident field agent who still remained interesting and funny, the adjustment didn’t change his character. It just matured him. But yes, I think if we’d had more time, we were always talking about finding him love. It just didn’t work out for him, but I’m sure in the future he will find the right woman.

We really got to see just how much Loretta does, for the city and for the team in these episodes. What did you want to showcase with her this season?

Nash: Obviously CCH is such an amazing actress and such an amazing presence that we just felt like the things that we wanted to talk about were stories that could very much be told through her character. We just realized that not only would she be able to do the things she’s always done on this show so effectively but also to explore her emotional life in a way that allowed us to take advantage of all the many gifts that CCH has. When we started the season, we knew we were going to lean into that character and the gifts of that actor. At the end of the day, it was all we could have hoped for and more.

Can you say anything about what else you would have liked to have explored if there was another season?

Silber: Certainly we would have wanted to explore and we were excited about exploring Pride’s relationship with his son and digging deep into that and seeing what that means to discover that you have a son who is nearly fully grown and to try to build a relationship and try to build those ties. It would be challenging for sure. We thought that the young man who played Connor was fantastic and there was great chemistry with Pride and with Jimmy as well. As well as solve incredibly interesting and fun Navy crimes.

You have NCIS Hawai’i coming up. Is there any chance we’ll hear more about the New Orleans team on there or do you know for sure that you won’t address it?

Silber: Never say never. … I’ll be a hundred percent honest with you. We are happy for all crossovers. It’s fun. I was fortunate enough to be involved in the NOLA and mothership crossovers the couple of times we did it. I know the shows like it, the writers like it, the actors like it, and the audiences like it.

#ncis new orleans #interview

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X-Men: First Class Reader Insert || Part 3 || Cerebro

“Welcome to my facility.” The man who offered to take you, Charles, and Raven in elaborated, you decided in your mind that you were just going to call him suit man. “My mission has been to investigate the application of paranormal powers in military defense.”

“Or offense.” Erik mumbled. You resisted the urge to elbow him in the gut.

“This guy Shaw, Schmidt, whatever you want to call him--” suit man continued, “he’s working with the Russians. We might need your help to stop him.”

“Might?” this time you whispered the sarcastic comment under your breath. It didn’t go unnoticed by Raven, and the two of you gave a shared smile behind his back.

“Marvelous. So we are to be the CIA’s new mutant division, yes?” Charles inquired.

“When you put it that way…” Raven grumbled and made a sour face, you couldn’t help but nod in agreeance.

“Something like that.” Suit man agreed.

…

“It’s, uh, supersonic. The most advanced plane ever built.” A teen wearing glasses explained the plane hanging on a wire, “you should see it in real life. It’s incredible.

“Hank, these are the special new recruits I was telling you about.” Suit man introduced your group with Hank, “this is Hank McCoy, one of our most talented young researchers.” You met eyes with him and gave a polite nod and smile.

“How wonderful. Another mutant already here.” Charles smiled and went to shake Hank’s hand. You on the other hand, wanted to bang your head on the wall. “Why didn’t you say?” he looked to suit man.

“Say what?” suit man looked at Charles confused.

‘Charles you idiot!’ you wailed in your mind. You hoped Charles was able to hear your cries.

“Because you don’t know.” Charles almost whispered out as he realized his mistake. He turned to Hank and profusely apologized, “I am so, so terribly sorry.”

“Hank?” suit man gave Hank a questioning and almost betrayed glance.

“You didn’t ask,” Hank replied in a nearly shameful manner, “so I didn’t tell.”

“So your mutation is what?” Raven asked as she approached Hank, “you’re super smart?”

You were once again internally screaming, Raven was quite a few years older than Hank, at least, mentally. Looks like that didn’t mean anything, because she had the hormones of a raging teenager. ‘Why?’ you cursed in your head, ‘why does everything need to have some sort of romantic motive?’

“I’ll say,” suit man answered, “Hank here graduated Harvard at the age of fifteen.”

“I wish that was all it was.” Hank muttered as he looked down in shame.

“You’re among friends now, Hank. You can show off.” Charles encouraged.

You tapped into Hank’s emotions and gave him a boost of courage, and only a moment later he took off his shoes and socks to show off his feet which were more like hands instead of normal feet. However, you didn’t think it was entirely due to you. Charles’ words definitely helped.

Charles let out a chuckle as he took in Hank’s mutation, “splendid.”

“I’m sorry.” Hank was once again feeling shame at his mutation, and you gave him another boost of courage to overcome his fears. What Charles said was true, none of you guys would judge Hank for his mutation.

“Yup, you-” Charles broke off what he was about to say when Hank did a flip in the air and grabbed onto the model plane he was showing off earlier with his feet. Charles let out a happy laugh.

“Ta-da!” Hank motioned.

Raven approached Hank’s upside-down face, “you’re amazing.” She breathed.

You internally groaned and looked away but you could still hear Hank’s shocked reply, “really?”

…

“Do you know where Raven went?” you ran up to Charles.

“Nope.” Charles responded.

You nodded to show that you heard and sent your mind out to try and locate her. Once again, you wanted to groan out loud when you noticed that she and Hank were right next to her. You rolled your eyes and lightly jogged to their location, among finding the room, you turned yourself invisible and tiptoed into the room.

“Hank, this serum that you’re making, it doesn’t affect abilities, right?” Raven inquired, “just appearance? Normalizes it.”

“Yeah.” Hank confirmed.

“So you think it would work on me?” she asked.

“Well, I-I can look into it,” Hank stuttered, “if you’d like. I mean, it’s the least I can do after asking you to come down here with such a weird request.” You raised an eyebrow, and what was this request?

Raven chuckled, “Well, I have to admit, usually when guys ask me out, they’re not after my blood.” You wanted to punch Hank, and Raven. Actually, you weren’t sure what you wanted to do. Sure, Raven was technically older than you, but at the same time, she seemed so much younger than you.

“Uh, s-sorry.” Hank was tripping over his words again, “I-I didn’t intend to be forward. I was just-I was just excited.” In any other situation, if a scientist asked for Raven’s blood, you’d maul them, but, with Hank, you’d make an exception. Only because he was a mutant as well. “You know, uh, the-the nature of your mutation. If any genes hold the key to changing appearance, i-it's yours.”

You stood up to leave the room, if you were here for any longer, you’d probably bash Raven’s and Hank’s heads together, then punch Hank. You made your way out of the room and carefully dodged Erik as he made his way in.

…

“I uh… I call it Cerebro.” Hank explained as he led the group of you, Raven, Charles, and Erik into his machine.

Charles chuckled, “you…”

“As in spanish for ‘brain’.” Hank elaborated.

“Yes.” Charles nodded.

You looked around at the array of machinery that Hank was able to build, it was really impressive.

Hank nervously fiddled with the control pad and began to explain how the machine worked, “okay, so, uh, the electrodes connect Charles to the transmitter on the roof.” He pointed to mentioned electrodes and roof, “when he picks up a…” Hank trailed off and then cleared his throat, “mutant, his brain sends a signal through a relay, and then coordinates of their location are printed out here.” He pointed to the typewriter that typed out all the coordinates.

“You designed this?” Raven asked in wonder.

“Yeah.” Hank replied.

“Very impressive.” You nodded.

“Thanks.”

You watched Charles put on the cap that connected him to Cerebro and Erik walk to stand in front of him, “what an adorable lab rat you make, Charles.” Erik teased.

“Don’t spoil this for me, Erik.” Charles retorted.

“Oh I’ve been a lab rat.” Erik continued, “I know one when I see one.”

You felt your eyebrow twitch, you didn’t understand how Charles could be so understanding of Erik. Just being in the same room as him angered you.

“Okay. Great.” Hank hovered around Charles and the electrodes on his head, “are you sure we can’t shave your head?” he inquired.

“Don’t touch my hair.” Charles snapped in reply. You stifled a laugh, you were definitely going to bring that up later.

Hank looked at the machine, “okay. It’s working.”

Charles began to yell and the entire room lit up with activity. Coordinates were frantically being written down, lights blared, sensors whizzed back and forth, and the excitement coming from Hank and Charles was almost too much for you to handle.

Masterlist (Originally posted in 2018)

#xmen #xmen x reader #xmen x you #xmen x y/n #xmen reader insert #xmen first class #marvel #my work #kimi's writing

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Munday asks! (keep em coming)

◑ What is a side to your muse you want to show off, but haven’t had the chance to yet? - from @visixnaryx & @wcrriorhearts

Wow everyone wants to know Erik’s secret side. What I love about him in the films are the tiny hints we get at the person he is without the anger and guilt: he’s intelligent, he so earnestly believes in mutants’ worth it hurts, he cares about the kids (don’t tell me he doesn’t), and he has a beautifully sarcastic sense of humour. Any opportunity to write him as feeling relaxed and safe enough to let this side of him out I will bite your hand off because he is a solid 98% angst and I need some happiness somewhere okay.

Since we’re talking about his sense of humour, I want to point out the number of times he teases Charles about the house, cerebro etc or actually makes a joke because, for such a serious character it happens more than you’d think? (and bless him he thinks he’s funny too what an idiot) But I cry because the jokes are so often laced with angst that the others just ignore like here:

Erik: What an adorable lab rat you make, Charles. Charles: Don't spoil this for me, Erik. Erik: Oh. I've been a lab rat. I know one when I see one.

Now first, he calls Charles adorable, which is Important, but also in the midst of teasing he’s just like ‘I’ve been a lab rat’ and no-one notices?? Because they’re all focused on cerebro?? Charles you numpty pay attention to your husband’s friend’s trauma!!

Now I think about it, this is why it’s so hard to write him relaxed and safe without the angst i.e. he doesn’t exist without the angst.

I should probably also state that I am yet to write him as properly angry/fighting or anything like that - I struggle to know what he’d say because I’m still peeling back the layers to understanding what his ‘centre’ is. I’ll get there eventually, but this is another side of him, albeit an obvious one, I’d like to write.

Sorry I got a bit sidetracked here, I tried to keep it relatively short at least!

#ooc: out of patience #about: is this what i am #visixnaryx #wcrriorhearts

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

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

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

Notes: I hate how many timeskips this scene had.

“Hank turned that radar installation into a transmitter."

"It looks like a golf ball" Karmel commented.

Charles giggled."Indeed it does- but, carry on, agent."

The agent nodded."It's designed to amplify brainwaves, so it could enhance your telepathic powers, help us find other mutants for our division."

"What if they don't want to be found by you?"

Charles, Karmel, and the agent turned to see Erik in the doorway. Charles raised his eyebrows, but Karmel grinned.

"Erik" he greeted, "you decided to stay.” Karmel was desperate to hide how excited he was that Erik stayed, but Charles' mind-reading made it obvious to him.

Erik smiled softly, nodding as it set Karmel's heart aflame.”Consider yourself a man of great persuasion” he commented.”Could convince me to do anything.”

Karmel forced back a dumb giggle.

Erik turned to the agent."If a new species is being discovered, it should be by it's own kind" Erik suggested blandly.

Karmel slowly turned to look at the agent, then to Charles."That...kinda makes sense. I mean, I agreed because you were there with your mind-reading thing. I definitely would've hesitated if only humans cornered me about it" he explained, Erik nodding from the doorway.

"Charles, Karmel and I find the mutants. No suits."

Karmel slowly licked his lips as he gazed at Erik, bottom lip getting caught between his teeth."Control yourself, Karmel, this is wrong. It’s fucking disgusting."

"First of all, that's my machine out there. Second of all, and much more importantly, this is Charles' decision."

Erik blinked to look over at Charles, Karmel quick to tear his gaze in the same direction.

Charles grinned at Karmel.

"Charles is fine with the CIA being involved. Isn't that right?" The agent asked.

Karmel turned to Erik, who he kept eye contact with despite Charles also looking at Erik in deep thought.

Charles inhaled slowly, succumbing to the same eyes Karmel refused to admit he was falling for."No. I'm sorry, but I'm with Karmel and Erik."

Karmel automatically smiled at Erik, crossing one leg over the other.

"We'll find them alone" Charles added.

"What if I say no?" The agent asked.

"Then good luck using your installation without Charles" Karmel smirked, tilting his head.

***

Charles led Raven, Erik, and Karmel up and inside the installation.

Hank greeted them."I, uh- I call it cerebro."

"Spanish for brain" Karmel translated, Charles and him laughing.

"You know Spanish?" Erik asked.

"Spanish, Hebrew, French...I think that's it" Karmel shrugged.

Erik nodded."Impressive."

"Thank you" Karmel smiled, turning away to hide his faint blush.”He thinks I’m impressive” he thought.

"Okay, so, the electrodes connect Charles to the transmitter on the roof. When he picks up a mutant, his brain sends a signal through a relay. And then the co-ordinates of their location are printed out here" Hank explained.

Karmel stood beside Erik, looking around."Erik."

"Yea?"

"Uhm..." Karmel shifted on the spot, fixing his tie."I like your top- your, uh, your turtleneck" he complimented.

"...Thank you" Erik adjusted his sleeves."I like your tie."

"Thanks” Karmel smiled, turning away to see Charles, who was quick to put the helmet on."Woah, Charlie Chaplin, easy-" he laughed.

"'Charlie Chaplin'?" Erik repeated, sort of mockingly.

"Charlie Chap- never mind-" Charles giggled, as Erik and Karmel walked over.

"What an adorable lab rat you make, Charles" Erik teased, Karmel laughing along behind his hand.

"Don't spoil this for me, you two" Charles responded, crossing his arms behind his back.

Erik and Karmel locked eyes, sharing soft grins and devious looks in their eyes."I've been a lab rat. I know when when I see one" Erik told, pointing at himself.

Karmel's grin vanished, looking slightly concerned for Erik.

"Okay, great" Hank stepped up, adjusting the helmet."Are you sure we can't shave your head?"

"Don't touch my hair" Charles stated.

"Okay" Hank cleared his throat.

"Me fuckin’ too, Charles" Karmel scoffed, running a hand through his hair.

Erik crossed his arms, looking at Karmel's hair."It would be a shame to shave your head" he agreed, technically complimenting his hair

Karmel teased his fingers through his dirty blond hair."Mmh, beware, it goeth before the fall" he shrugged, not trying to think too much into the compliment. Karmel watched Hank step down from the platform and start flipping some switches, hearing an engine start up as everyone looked up at Charles in awe, and wonder.

Erik held onto the railing surrounding Charles, setting a foot up on the platform.

Karmel thought about mirroring it, or doing a similar pose, but stopped himself before he could. Besides, he watched as Erik slowly pulled away when the noises became louder.

Charles grunted, reaching out and grabbing the railing as his helmet lit up. He exhaled sharply, regaining composure.

"It's working!"

Charles laughed- in satisfaction, with Karmel fighting back a cliche smile.

***

Charles, Erik, and Karmel found themselves at a strip club first, to recruit a stripper named Angel.

Being at a strip club made Karmel feel secure, and made him think any attraction to the male species was simply some ploy he made up. That whatever he felt for Erik, was fake. And yet, out of every barely-dressed, beautiful woman in the room, he couldn't help but look over at Erik every once in a while. As if, to Karmel, Erik was the single most attractive being in the room.

Erik was painfully unaware, holding up a dollar bill to get Angel's attention. He didn't react when it did, the three men watching her advance over, down the curved table.

She crouched down smoothly in front of Erik, taking the bill between her fingers.

If that was Karmel, he’s sure his knees would crack like when you open a can of soda.

Karmel felt a weird rush of relief wash over him when he saw Erik show no interest, nor attraction, towards Angel. Why he felt relieved, now wasn't the time to dwell over it. Karmel was probably faking it, anyway.

"For that, daddy-o, you get a private dance" she purred.

Karmel felt himself hold back a mix between cringing and a scowl, along with ignore the feeling he felt at Erik being called 'daddy-o'. He exchanged looks with Erik and Charles, the three of themselves finding themselves sitting on a red bed in a private room. Karmel sat between Charles and Erik, backs against the wall and legs straight out.

"You cats know it's triple for all three, right?" Angel asked, hand on her hip.

Charles chuckled right into Karmel's ear, Karmel simply grinning with Erik."No, that won't be necessary, although, I'm sure it'd be magic."

"We were thinking more, we'll show you ours if you show us yours" Erik suggested.

Karmel's eyebrows jumped, his reaction to how that sounded when taken out of context.

Angel giggled."Baby, that is not the way it works around here."

Erik snapped his fingers, the metal jug on the table beside him floating up and toward the men on the bed.

Karmel raised his hands, shaking them a bit as vines grew out of his palms, wrapping around the champagne glasses. He lifted them off of the tables.

"More tea, vicars?" Erik asked, as Karmel offered the glasses to the two men at his sides.

"Don't mind if we do" Charles replied, Erik pouring an equal amount of champagne into each glass.

Once everyone got a hold of their glasses, Erik slowly let the jug back down onto the table. He lifted his glass, sipping his champagne.

Karmel quickly followed Erik's actions, as Charles put a few fingers to his temple. He furrowed his eyebrows when Angel started laughing, turning to Charles, who grinned and mouthed “other way.” Even more confused, poor Karmel turned to face Erik; too many emotions at once swirled inside him as he almost choked on his champagne. A vine spouted out from behind his back to hold his glass, as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, slowly looking Erik up and down.

Erik sat there, completely unaware of how he bore a red wig, a sleeveless (and sparkly) light blue dress, and black boots.

Charles chuckled, "it's good, isn't it?"

Now it was Erik's turn to be confused."What?"

Karmel's breath hitched, completely lost as far as his sexuality was concerned. He liked girls, he was sure of it. This interest in men- Erik, being one- had to be fake, or for attention. But what he felt, looking at Erik in women's clothes...was so terribly real he felt like strangling himself with his vines. And actually going through with it, this time, unlike his two attempts in the past.

"How did you do that?" Angel asked.

"Y-You-You, uh, you've never looked more beautiful...darling" Karmel stuttered out, praying to any deity out there that his face wasn't flushing.

"Enjoying this, aren't you?" Charles breathed, nudging Karmel.

"Say one more lie like that and it's you that my vines will be strangling" Karmel hissed, head snapping in Charles' direction.

"My turn" Angel spoke calmly, a trait Karmel would kill to have in that moment. He grabbed his glass, chugging it down to try to relieve himself as Angel went to unclasp her bra-like top. It stayed on, though, when fairy-like wings emerged from her back, lifting Angel off the floor as her wings beat like a hummingbird's.

Karmel looked to Charles, then Erik, the two men exchanging glances of their own.

"How would you like a job where you get to keep your clothes on?" Charles offered.

***

Charles, Karmel, and Erik filed into the backseat of a cab with a black driver.

AKA, their next recruit: Darwin. He was skinny, with big eyes and a red sweater."Where to, fellas?" Darwin asked, looking at them through the rear-view mirror.

Karmel nervously licked his lips, mind racing when Erik merely sat right up against him."Control yourself," he thought, "you're both men. This is wrong. It's weird, unnatural, Karmel. You’re fucking deranged."

Charles glanced over at Karmel quickly.

"Richmond, Virginia, please" Erik replied.

"Right, so you want airport, the station, what-?" Darwin chuckled, puzzled.

"No, we were rather hoping you would..." Karmel paused, Erik's eyes on him.

"Take us all the way" Charles finished, cringing when Karmel's mind went through idea after idea on situations with Erik where he could 'take him all the way'. He wasn't even trying to read Karmel's mind, the mutant just projects so fucking much.

"That's a six hour drive" Darwin clarified.

"That will give us plenty of time to talk" Erik gestured two fingers to the side, a yellow knob falling and locking a cassette tape in place.

***

"What the hell does the government want with a guy like Alex Summers? Hope you're not planning on putting him with others; first guy I ever met who actually prefers solitary confinement" the prison authority spoke, unlocking a thick door.

Karmel looked Erik up and down, feelings never let down when he wore that brown leather jacket.

The door slide open, and inside sat a thin-built blond boy, who looked up when he heard the cranking noise.

***

Charles, Karmel, and Erik passed by a blonde girl leaving the aquarium, as they approached a boy named Sean Cassidy.

Karmel's gaze darted around the place, his head empty except for the fleeting, and obviously unwanted, thought of an aquarium date with Erik. He shook his head to rid himself of the thought, but his feelings only grew stronger. What was happening? It's not okay to think of stuff like that- Karmel was sure he only liked girls, and here was Erik, messing him up even more than usual.

***

Erik, Karmel, and Charles made their way into a bar, approaching a man- with a ridiculous hairstyle- sitting by himself at the bar. Erik and Charles walked up to either side of the man, Karmel standing at attention behind him."Excuse me, I'm Erik Lehnsherr."

"Charles Xavier."

"Karmel Rosenstein."

"Go fuck yourself" the man spoke, lighting a cheap cigar.

Erik's face softly scrunched at what he said, eyebrows knitting together.

Charles inhaled slowly, also taken aback by the response.

Karmel held back a laugh, liking the guy's attitude. He pat Erik's shoulder in reassurance, also just taking the free opportunity to touch him.

Charles led Erik and Karmel back out the way they came, Karmel turning to look back over his shoulder.

Karmel caught the man watching them leave, and smiled smugly, saluting him with two fingers.

The man arched a brow, blowing out a puff of smoke. He nodded at Karmel, promptly turning back around to take a swig of his drink.

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gold-from-straw · 5 years

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Backstage of the Universe - ch6

Charles manages to trigger not only Dirk, but himself - TW for panic attack at the end of this chapter!

Read from the beginning on AO3 if you prefer ^_^

Charles only stopped when he was safe in his room, breathing hard. He caught sight of his face in the mirror, gaunt and pale, and wanted to throw up, smash the glass, drown in the bottom of a bottle of whiskey.

Just like mother, he thought, flinching away from the sight, from the memories. But better that than just like father.

He’d thought he was different. All those years he’d spent training young people to embrace their powers, push them further, control better, see what they could do. He’d told himself it wasn’t the same thing, these kids were excited, they wanted to push their limits.

He’d wanted to as well. Wanted to please father, even when it hurt, when the drugs burned, split his fledgling defences down to dust, when he had to push further, deeper, until his head throbbed with the effort.

And if he got it wrong…

He’d seen Svlad’s fears. A sad shaking of a kind face, making way for a grinning nightmare of a man. Good cop, bad cop.

He wondered how many nightmares he featured in, to how many of his students he’d been the monster.

He turned everyone’s attention away from him, hiding in his room like a coward, but surely that was for the best. He wanted to do what was best for everyone, that’s all he’d ever wanted - to help people. But his judgement was obviously flawed. Every decision he’d made led to someone getting hurt. He could almost hear Raven rolling her eyes and calling him melodramatic, but it couldn’t be melodramatic if it was the truth, that if he was turning into his father, the children were surely better off without him.

When the door creaked open, the evening shadows were long across the floor, and Charles startled. He’d been so confident in his ability to hide he hadn’t even noticed his focus slipping, yet another instance of being too bloody arrogant. He reached out to the little figure hesitating just beyond the room, but his power slipped right past him. Charles panicked, pushing harder pushing away.

“He’s not in here, Svlad,” said Erik, and Charles hunched further into his chair, wheeling back further into the corner. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Mr Charles,” Svlad said, walking forward anyway. The sunbeams fell on his thin, worried little face, tear tracks still clear on his cheeks, and Charles turned away in shame, his heart breaking for the little boy.

“Mr Charles, the Universe wants me to bring you this,” Svlad said, holding out a cardboard box, trembling with fear or strain.

Erik followed him in, his brow creased in sorrow for the boy. “Svlad, he’s not…”

Charles released his push on Erik, averting his eyes. He held out his hand for the box. “Sorry,” he murmured, fingers tapping awkwardly on the box.

Erik sighed and crossed his arms. “Have you been hiding in here all day?” he asked.

Charles ducked his head further.

Erik rubbed his fingers through his hair. “Great. OK, Svlad, where to next?” He glanced up at Charles, his eyes shuttered, not letting any emotion show, and that was no more than Charles deserved, really. “He’s been searching around this monstrosity of a house ever since I found him. Keeps saying the universe wants him to find something - that box, apparently. I don’t know how he even knew the entrance to the attic was hidden in that cupboard, but there we go.” He turned back to Svlad. “Would you like to… to find your friends? Or… something?” he asked awkwardly.

Svlad just blinked up at Charles, his thin fingers twisting together. “I… I really don’t know how to control it, Mr Charles,” he said, almost in a whisper. Charles looked up, catching traces of defeat and despair, hopelessness starting to seep through the strange wall against their powers that all these children seemed to have. “I don’t… nothing works. I’m sorry. I can’t make it happen, I swear, I can’t--”

“Oh, Svlad, no, please. I’m so very sorry I made you feel threatened, it was never my intent. I only…” He took a deep breath and put the box down, reaching out for him, his hand hovering over his upper arm. “I thought you might be feeling left out. Like no-one cared for you. You’re always so quiet and hidden away, I just wanted to--”

“Please, Mr Charles, please, the box, please?” He lifted both fists up to his face, hiding behind hunched shoulders and spindly arms.

Erik huffed and picked the box up, dumping it on Charles’ lap. “Open the damn box, Charles, give the child some relief.”

Charles swallowed hard and pushed the lid off the box. It fell by the side of his chair and he clenched and unclenched his fist, as if touching it had infected him with its memories.

“What does he need to do?” Erik asked Svlad.

Svlad bit his lip and shrugged. “I don’t know, sir, I really don’t, it doesn’t… it doesn’t--”

“--work that way,” Charles said softly.

“What?” Erik frowned.

Charles took a deep, shuddering breath. “Nothing. I, uh… Thank you for this, Svlad, it was very… kind of you to bring it to me.” He forced a smile and tried to push the box off his lap. He would burn it later.

“What’s in it?” Erik asked.

He didn’t even sound interested. He wasn’t doing it to be cruel, Charles knew that for certain. He flinched anyway.

“Charles,” Erik said, drawing the name out. A warning? Charles wasn’t sure. The musty old-paper smell carried with it something else, something impossible, because the disinfectant couldn’t possibly have permeated the pages. The strong, sterile scent of the lab wasn’t something that could last for so long. He tried to breathe shallowly, take in less of the scent as he looked down at the papers. Touched the first file, opened it up.

“That was a good season,” he said, recalling his father’s voice, the way he’d heard it when he spoke to Kurt, the two men’s heads bent over this file while Charles sat silently and waited, hoped that he’d be able to go and nurse his migraine alone soon. “They made some major breakthroughs that year.”

He opened the file. Why were his hands shaking? He’d dealt with all of this stuff already, he’d processed it. He knew what they’d done to him was unacceptable. He knew he had a right to be angry with his father for treating him as a specimen, an adorable lab rat and he had moved past it. He was the better man, now, he was… he was fine. Why were his hands shaking?

“Charles,” said Erik, sharper now, and Charles gasped, afraid, what would they do, they’d be angry if he failed them, but no, it was Erik, he was safe, he wouldn’t harm Charles, he wasn’t them but he was angry, and everyone had their limits, everyone was only a tantrum away from slapping Charles across the face, and...

“Charles!” Erik said, leaning right over, holding his shoulders like he was about to shake him, but it felt like he was holding him through thick clothing, like his body was coated with a heavy cloud. He whimpered, and it was so pathetic it only made the panic worse, and suddenly he was gasping for air, unable to get enough into his lungs, his hands shaking and scrabbling and all around him, for miles, people dropped to their knees, forcing air into their lungs and terrified when they couldn’t get it, his panic screaming, breaking through his barriers like it had when he was a child, spiralling out across the miles, all their panic echoing back to him and he was going to die, he was dying, he was dying--

Then there was a voice, and words he didn’t understand, but arms that meant safety and everything he could never have, would never deserve because he was a piece of shit a bad boy and not trying hard enough never working hard enough never good enough no, Charles, listen to me, come closer, focus on my voice, focus on my thoughts alone. Here, I’ll keep you safe here, come into my mind, I’ll keep you safe, you’re safe now.

Tagging everyone who interacted with last chapter - thank you! @slytherclaw134689, @thewritersspeaking, @akasanata, @highfunctioningsociopathsworld, @somebodyfromhell, @longkissgoodnightbatmanandtwofac, @iwillshipyouman and @sparklypoms

#Lyn's Writing #Backstage of the Universe #cherik #Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency #x-men: days of future past #emotional hurt/comfort #kid fic #blackwing #panic attack #tw: panic attack #child abuse

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77marvelimagines · 6 years

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Reunion

Erik Lehnsherr X Reader

Prompt(s): I absolutely adore your blog!!! I've spent the whole day stalking it (oops), but anyways could I request an Erik fic/imagine where the reader experienced being one of shaws lab rats but they go their separate ways and then Charles finds the reader using cerebro??? I know it's lengthy 😣 (could the reader have power of the earth, able to manipulate water, fire, Earth, wind etc)

Notes: ERIK LEHNSHERR ERIK LEHNSHERR ERIK LEHNSHERR!!! Also: ALEX ISN’T DEAD. PERIOD.

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 955.

Erik Lehnsherr thought that nothing was going to be okay. Charles Xavier breathed out a sigh, setting down his glass of whiskey. He gave his old friend a sad smile. The man had just told him about an mutant that he’d had the pleasure to know and get to fall in love. Their chess game had been set aside, Charles thinking. He leaned back, picking his words carefully, “So...What happened?”

“If you looked you would know.” Erik mumbled, strateging his move.

“You know I like it better when people tell me themselves. Now tell me, Erik, what the hell happened? I mean, you fell in love with them and, from what you’ve said, it sounds like they liked you too.”

“.... We went our separate ways. I think they liked me just as much as I liked them. Still like them. But...I don’t know, Charles. It’s been years, decades even.” Erik sighed, ignoring the fact that it’s his move as he leaned back into his chair. Charles nodded, his hand over his mouth. He smirked with an idea.

“You know, if it really means that much to you, I can find them using Cerebro.” The telepath offered.

Erik immediately sat up, eyes wide and interested. He broke into a grin, laughing, “Really Charles? You would go through all that for me?”

Charles gave Erik a small smile of his own, grasping the metalbenders calloused hands in his own, “Of course old friend. Anything to make you happy.”

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Charles rolled out of Cerebro early the next morning. Hank and Alex stood apprehensively next to Erik, wondering why Charles needed to use the machine so early in the morning. Erik looked hopeful, eyes bright as he gave Charles a nervous look.

“Did you find them? Please tell me you found them.”

“Found who?” Hank and Alex asked together.

“(y/n) (l/n). They’re on the other side of the country. Come on, boys, it seems we have a mutant to go and catch.”

Erik whooped loudly, gliding forward to give Charles a grand hug. He whooped and made his way to the hanger, eager and ready. Hank and Alex exchanged a look of confusion but followed Charles. It seemed the morning had taken quite the turn.

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They arrived on the west coast within hours. Erik had used his powers to spin two perfectly spherical balls the entire ride, fidgeting when that couldn’t help to contain him. The ride was mainly quiet, except for the fact that Charles could easily hear everyone’s surface thoughts. He and Erik tried to sleep and found that neither of them could.

Hank landed the jet next to what Charles believed was (y/n)’s home. It was a small shack with spray-painted warnings signs in the yard. He only hoped that this would go well then.

Erik wasn’t the first one out, which was a bad thing. As soon as Alex stepped out, with Charles on his heels, they were met with blasts of wind and water. Alex lost his footing and fell on the ramp, sliding back up it from the force of the wind. Charles, too, was thrown back into the jet and out of his chair. They both landed with a grunt.

All that was heard was a painful yet angry call of, “GO AWAY!!!”

“Charles, Alex! Are you two ok?” Hank asked, running over. Erik, worried, checked on his two friends before getting Charles’s attention.

“Charles, it’s them. They could control wind, air, water, and earth. Don’t worry, I’ll go out and hopefully calm them down, aright?” Erik grinned and started for the ramp, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He hadn’t been this nervous since a long, long time ago. He hoped it would turn out well.

“Wait, hopefully?!” Charles called back, suddenly rethinking this mission.

“(y/n)!! It’s me, Erik!! Erik Lehnsherr! Please stop, my friends and I aren’t here to hurt you!! Please, (y/n)!” He called as a gust of wind hit him in the face. He continued to call out to them, hoping the wind wasn’t stealing his voice away. Charles exchanged worried glances with his friends.

The wind stopped. Erik feared that perhaps an earthquake would come next, with fire. Much to his happiness, it didn’t happen. Instead (y/n) timidly walked out.

“....E-Erik? Is that...really you?”

Erik laughed and rushed down the ramp, immediately taking them into their arms. The two of them cried for the other, swaying back and forth in their arms. (y/n) looked up at Erik and, in the heat of the moment, stole a kiss. When they broke away Erik thought he was seeing stars. He went back for another one just to make sure.

“You’re here…!” They cried, cupping Erik’s cheeks as they studied him. Erik nodded furiously, amazed that (y/n) was there, in front of him.

“I’m here (y/n), and I swear to God, I always will be!” He surged forward to kiss them again, shaking as tears began to streak down his cheeks.

Hank squinted before looking back to Charles, who was now sitting properly in his chair. “So wait, we came all this way just to find a past lover of Erik’s?”

“Yes. We came across (y/n) last night during chess. I thought it was time Erik had someone that made him happy. We’ll leave for the mansion once they’re back in. You might as well go get the jet started, Hank.” Charles said, rolling back to his seat with a content smile.

They left within ten minutes later, (y/n) sitting beside Erik. He kissed them once more and, for the first time in a while, Erik knew that everything was going to be okay.

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