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spilledkauffie · 2 years

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Where You Go, I Follow

Pairing: Erik Lensherr (Magneto) x Mutant!FemReader (Telekinetic) Word Count: 1.7k T/W: angst to fluff A/N: sorry that this is so late, I'm still getting everything in order with the new semester

For anon ❤︎

The night was a little chilly, which caused you to shiver as you stepped through the front door, before being greeted by a wave of warmer air comforting you. Closing it behind you, you called out into the dimly lit cabin-esque house, but no reply came. Which was odd, you swore Erik had made it home before you.

It was times like these that you wished you were telepathic instead of telekinetic, but you weren’t, so you did what anyone else, mutant or not, would do, you began to look around the house for him. Searching downstairs, you took a few moments to shed your heavier jacket and slip off your shoes, leaving you to wrap your cardigan around yourself and almost silently walk about the house.

It wasn’t until you heard a noise from upstairs that you made your way up; the slightly creaky wooden stairs groaned every few steps. The door directly at the top of the stairs was open and revealed where your missing person was. Taking a pause, you stopped in the doorway. Erik was busy and had no idea you were watching, which made you wonder what exactly you were watching. He appeared to be preoccupied with going from dresser to closet, from closet to a suitcase he’d laid open at the foot of your shared bed. Squinting as you thought of the possibilities, a few ran through your head, but you figured it’d just be easiest to ask.

“Hey,” you called gently with an exhale, as if you’d just arrived.

Erik quickly looked up, a flush came across his expression as though you’d caught him doing something questionable. During his silence you walked lightly to the edge of the bed, taking a seat while waiting for any response from him.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” he admitted quietly.

“That’s okay,” you smiled, but it was not returned; instead he turned back to the dresser and scooped out more of his belongings.

“I wanted to get going before you got back, but it seems you’ve beat me,” he admits with no tone of enthusiasm.

“So,” you shrugged your shoulders as naturally as you could; his words were a little confusing, but you casually swung your feet since they didn’t reach the floor from how you were sitting, “where are you going?”

“Just away,” he answered much faster than before which gave you confidence, “I think, maybe Switzerland—“

“Oh Switzerland!” You gasped softly, with a growing smile as you clasped your hands together over your heart, “I’ve always wanted to go there, I heard they have good chocolate. Can I come too, please? I promise I won’t get in the way of whatever you’re doing. It’ll be like that time I came along to Rome with you, remember how much fun that was?”

Another silence found itself between you two, it wasn’t like Erik. He was usually this way with other people, but it was different with you, at least up until now. He left you to blink up at him, as you waited patiently for an answer, smile gradually fading.

“No,” he looked down instantly, not sure he was prepared to see your response, “you shouldn’t come, it would be a bad idea”

“Is it because it’s going to be dangerous?” You asked worriedly, starting to stand.

“No,” he repeated.

You furrowed your eyebrows, if it wasn’t going to be dangerous there usually wasn’t a reason he wouldn’t bring you. In fact, in the past, he had preferred you come with him on occasions. With a glance from Erik, you picked up on the tone: there was something he wasn’t telling you.

“Why not?” You asked both anxious and wanting to get beyond the vagueness to the real answer, “what’s actually going on, Erik?”

“You just can’t,” he said, shaking his head as if he was annoyed with your questioning.

“Since when has that been an answer between us?” You countered, pressing your eyebrows together.

“Since now.” He said without hesitation, “you’re not going.”

“Fine,” you agreed calmly, crossing your arms over your chest, having only a moment of quiet, “at least tell me when you’ll be back?”

Erik met your eyes, he inhaled, prepared to say something, but stopped himself, simply stating, “I can’t.”

Nodding, you bounced your eyebrows pressing your lips together, before taking a deep breath yourself and meeting his gaze, “aren’t you just lucky I’m not telepathic?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” Erik defensively said, closing the suitcase and moving around you to the door.

“Not unless you tell me,” you tried again, his hand was on the doorknob, but you continued, walking closer, “what is wrong? Why are you running? Don’t you trust me?”

Turning on his heel, he grasped your arms firmly, “I cannot be a part of your life, I am leaving, and you cannot follow me. Ever.”

You were left in near shock at how quickly it happened, the manner in which he held you, and what he was saying.

“I cannot risk your safety, and you are not safe with me. We are through together, we can never be together again; this is the only way I can guarantee your safety,” he loosened his grip, until he let you go entirely, your arms still crossed, now leaving you hugging yourself.

“By breaking my heart?”

It was setting in quicker than you’d expected, maybe it was the suddenness or maybe it was the apathetic tone in his voice, as though he’d thought about this so much he was numb to the reality. The prickling in your eyes came first, then the cold tear rolled down your cheek. Everything you had been together was being left behind, left to be a memory and nothing more, and he was so willing to do it.

“Broken things can heal, there are no resurrections,” he said coldly, turning the doorknob and opening the door.

“Erik, wait, please?” You took hold of his arm.

“Let me go,” he said, avoiding your gaze.

You mentally kept the door from opening, making it harder for him to leave, “if it’s because you think you can’t protect me, please know that I can protect myself, even if they come looking for you, because it’s us now, you and me!”

“That doesn’t matter; you won’t have to worry about it in a matter of moments,” he said as if he was giving you an order to let him leave, “you’ll be free to live however you want, wherever you want.”

“I only want to be with you, where you go I follow,” you pleaded, “I know you’re scared that you will get me hurt. Erik, you have to realise that you are not the only one who can defend.”

He spoke through gritted teeth, getting more and more impatient, “open this door. Don’t make me do this,” he warned, and you began to feel a resistance to your ability to keep the door shut; he had a hand hovering over the metal knob.

“I’m not making you do anything,” you let go of your hold on the door, causing him to step back, turning afterward to finally see you.

“Don’t you see I’m doing this because I love you?” He raised his voice.

“If you love me, you’d stay,” you spoke, more tears rolling down your cheek, “and if you think that I won’t follow you,” you wiped away some tears, “you’re wrong,” you tried to sound confident.

“You won’t find me,” he shook his head.

“No,” you swallowed, “but I know someone who can; I will do whatever it takes to find you again, by leaving I will only follow. I don’t care who is after you, or where you are. So if you don’t want me to follow, you’ll have to kill me yourself.”

This time Erik didn’t have a response, he’d never known such loyalty, such love, unconditionally without a hesitation, willingly given.

“You’d rather-“

“Yes,” you admitted, already knowing what he was going to say, “so- so fine, go, get a head start.”

You turned away from him and the door, to reach up into the closet, bringing down your own suitcase. Opening it, you removed some souvenirs you had acquired on your last trip together, making you all the more emotional, as you turned around to your dresser, both roughly and quickly removing your clothes in heaps as you practically threw them into the suitcase. The tears didn’t stop and your hand slipped on the dresser knob to the drawer that contained your papers and passports, but you tried again, realising it was stuck, you yanked harder and harder— needing what was inside if you were going to follow.

“Come on, open,” you spoke to the object, not even looking to see if Erik had left yet. It was only when you felt his hand on top of yours that you lifted your head up to find him standing a matter of inches away from you, “let go, let me open the drawer.”

“You don’t need to,” Erik shook his head, speaking softer than ever.

“Yes, I do if you’re leaving,” you stated, pulling again, “Erik—“

“I’m not leaving,” he said, causing you to take pause.

“Really? Or are you just trying to get me off your track? Are you going to up and leave in the middle of the night?”

“I won’t leave you, I’m sorry I thought of it,” Erik admits, “I wasn’t looking beyond myself, I don’t deserve you, or your love. Please forgive me.”

“Please don’t leave me,” you hug him tightly, immediately feeling his arms come around you, “I just- I love you.”

It took Erik a moment to answer, only because he was trying to imagine what kind of life it would be where he couldn’t hold you in his arms, regret continued to linger, but he knew he needed to prove to you that he meant what he said, “I love you, far too much to leave you. You’ve made me realise that. I’m not leaving, okay?”

You nod, pulling back, closing your eyes as he swipes a thumb across your eyes gently, wiping the tears away. Looking up, you take a few breaths, “Where you go I follow.”

“Then I’ll try to lead a better path,” Erik caresses your face, “for us to walk together.”

“And if you actually go to Switzerland?” You asked with an attempt at a smile.

Erik chuckled, kissing your forehead, “you are more than welcome to come, my Dearest.”

“Good, because I’ve heard they have good chocolate,” you said in a serious tone, which only made Erik laugh more.

“Then I will buy you all the chocolate you want,” he smiled, dipping down to kiss you, “so long as you’ll come.”

“Always,” you whispered, pushing up into the kiss.

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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Homecoming

Erik Lehnsherr X Mutant!Reader

A/N: I’m hungry for Erik. I love him. He could impale me with a stop sign and I wouldn’t even mind. So have this long fic that no one asked for! (Also, Reader channels a much healthier path to a Erik ‘Everyone I Love Dies’ Lehnsherr-type situation in this fic. Go Reader.) - Nemo

Warning(s): Angst. Ugly crying (from me, not the characters). General X-Men antics and Mutant problems. Mentions of Character Death.

Summary: After the events of Apocalypse, both you and Erik get back something you thought you’d never get to have again. A friend. Maybe even a home.

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You first came to Charles’ school damaged and broken.

Like many mutants of your time you were shunned by the world, and hunted by the people in it. You were seen as different, in a time where different was bad. The Difference was dangerous. If you had no way to hide your mutation, you didn’t go into the open.

Luckily, your mutation wasn’t a physical one, not unless you wanted it to be.

In a way you were a shapeshifter, a mimic, even if you could only do so with other mutations.

If you saw someone with wings, you could grow a pair that looked identical. If you saw someone make plants grow, you could too. The only thing was you couldn’t do them both at once. That coupled with an unfortunate circumstance became your undoing.

The unfortunate circumstance was being caught by one Bolivar Trask.

By the time you managed to get away from him, you’d wished he’d killed you like he had with all those other mutants he got his grubby fingers on.

You’d reached the streets, aching all over, and feeling as vulnerable as ever. You knew no one, and you had nowhere to go. So you added ‘hopeless’ onto your list of feelings for your first night back in the world.

That morning you found out not all the humans in the world wanted mutants dead.

Even though he said he was only human, you were convinced he was just being modest - he was surely an angel. He was so kind, taking care of you until you could fend for yourself, and eventually you grew strong enough to be able to protect him too. Him and the little girl you’d brought into the world.

But you were wrong.

While you were not the same woman you were before Trask had you, you still could only mimic one mutation at a time. Remembering back, you were so confused. It happened so fast. You didn’t know if it was you or the men who found you, but you did know that both him and your girl were dead. You also knew it was easier to blame yourself. It was easier to run.

So you ran.

Years later, your running lead you to a school - housing a couple dozen other mutants, mostly teenagers - and that’s where you stopped running.

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“Charles, you sure you don’t need any sunscreen?” your lips quirked up, eyeing the seated professor out the corner of your eye.

He didn’t look too impressed.

“(y/n), don’t start now.”

“Or a hat?” you asked, striding over to his side as you leant down and ran a hand over his - now very bald - head. “Don’t want you getting sunburn.”

“I ought to snap those sunglasses right off your face (y/n).” he quipped, swatting your hand away. He was acting all sour about it, but that glint in his eye definitely didn’t make his smile less convincing.

“Just the sunglasses?” a new voice piqued, followed soon by the voice’s owner sliding over to Charles’ other side, “If it were me you’d be threatening my livelihood instead of some accessory.”

“I’m special.” you said, sticking your nose up at Erik.

“You can say that again.”

“Oh quit mumbling Erik.” Charles said, rolling back into the rebuilt mansion - and out of the sun - queuing the both of you to follow close behind. “You could do something useful with those words of yours, like (y/n) does.”

“Teaching isn’t for me Charles.”

“Oh,” you said, looking over at Erik over your glasses, “And inchoherit sentences are?”

Erik reached over, sliding the glasses right off your nose, before snapping them shut and placing them in your shirt pocket.

“I think you should learn to keep your trap shut.” he said, coming to a stop beside Charles - who was patiently waiting for you both to quit bickering so the two of them could go visit Raven and Hank in the ‘basement’.

“I doubt that.” you said, grabbing your glasses and popping them back on your face before walking off to supervise some students back outside. “Have fun with the kiddies, kiddos.”

“Well done Erik,” Charles said, turning back towards the way to the Danger Room, “You’ve just met and she already likes you.”

“That was her liking me?” Erik said, unamused as ever. “I’d hate to see how she acts towards people she doesn’t like.”

“Surprisingly pleasant. If I had to guess it’s so they leave faster.”

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You didn’t see Erik again for months.

Charles told you he didn’t want to stick around, and honestly from what you’d seen and heard of him he didn’t seem like the kind of man to stay in once place for no reason. When you did see him again he was back at the school, despite his somewhat dislike for being there.

He was standing in the open front door, dripping wet from the rain outside, and looked like he was not going to move from that spot until he dried off. Luckily you were there to save him.

“The hell are you doing?” you asked, running a hand through your messed hair as you made your way down the stairs.

“Making Charles’ floor all wet at some ungodly hour of the morning?” he offered, wiping stray drops of water off his face and onto the floor.

“Don’t make more of a mess Erik.” you said, “Just get to the kitchen and try not to make more mess. I’ll grab towels and some other stuff for you.”

By the time you grabbed an armful of towels and a change of dry clothes, Erik was awkwardly standing in the corner of the kitchen closest to the fridge. He was standing like he just realised how uncomfortable wet clothes are, with his arms held out from his body and his legs apart.

He noticed you as soon as you came around into the doorway, and held his arms out for one of the towels. You threw one over his head instead, while maneuvering around to peel his jacket off. You could safely assume it was a heavy jacket to begin with, but it being so waterlogged made you wonder how he was even still standing with it on.

“What’re those?” Erik asked, nodding his head to the pile of clothes you left on the counter.

“Clothes. Dry ones.” you said, folding the jacket at arms length and hanging it over the sink. “For you.” He went over to inspect them, holding the shirt in front of him, before bringing it to his chest.

“These are not your clothes.” You looked up at him, and he looked over at you. You just nodded.

“You’re right. Get dry and change.” you said. “I’ll go get Charles.”

__________

Erik hung around for a while after that. And by ‘a while’, this time that meant a number of days.

You’d pass in the hallways, or he’d walk past your classroom door. You’d meet each other outside during breaks, or back in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning when the world was still sleeping. Not much transpired between you both except small talk. It was never heavy stuff.

At least not until some rather unsavory people came to the school.

They didn’t stay for long - thankfully - and with not only your help but that of Erik and a couple older resident mutants, those that wanted to hurt you were scared off. That was the first time Erik saw exactly what your mutation was. What exactly it meant.

The people came armed, a small group of mutants that didn’t seem to like what Charles was doing. They would ‘set free’ all the children he’d ‘taken’ and put them ‘back into the world’. As if they’d survive that long without hating themselves.

The mutants had elemental-like powers, one with the ability to produce ice shards, while another could breathe fire, another could take hold of the plants that surrounded the school, and the last caused the sky to darken and the earth below you to rumble like you’d never heard before.

And then there was your team - your X-Men - ready to fight them, even though half of you had woken up less than five minutes ago.

Erik couldn’t believe what he saw - what you could do.

There was the ice mutant, conjuring pointed icicles out of nowhere and throwing them at your team, and yet you were right up there - toe to toe with them, matching their deadly projectiles with your own, posing as much of a threat to them as they were to you.

And as soon as rock and metal joined play, even more followed, you trading weapons the size of your hand to ones that make cars look like a childrens toy.

All because of you, half of the team didn’t even need to batter and eye at these ill-intended visitors. And those ‘visitors’ decided to leave, whimpering with the promise to not come back - at least not until they thought they were stronger.

In short, Erik was impressed.

__________

“You know, I don’t usually let others join me up here.” you said, feeling Erik make his way to the rooftop behind you, “It’s my space.”

“Your’s now, maybe. But I’m sure there are at least half a dozen students who come here for the same thing.” he replied, coming to rest next to you, his legs dangling off the rooftop to mirror your own.

“I don’t blame them.”

It was true. While there wasn’t much to see from the roof of the school, on nights like this there was plenty to see. The sunset was disappearing under the horizon, painting the sky with a bright orange and pale lavender, leaving space for the stars to come out to play. It was beautiful.

“I’m leaving soon,” he spoke, voice soft and his eyes not meeting yours, “An island called Genosha. You’d be welcome to come with me, or even just to drop in for a holiday.”

You cracked a smile at that.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” he said, looking at you, smiling.

“Sounds like it could be a home away from home.” You bumped your shoulder with his, keeping something pleasant even though he was leaving. Even though this was him saying goodbye.

“For you,” he said, eye twinkling, “(y/n) I’d make it nothing less than home.”

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roguelov · 5 years

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Note: I found this old fic from like forever ago so I updated it and had a bunch of fun with it. Also to clarify this take place in X-men: First Class timeline

A midwinter’s evening. An elegant, peaceful time of year. The sun set early painting the sky in hues of pinks and oranges before the night’s wind brought grey clouds. Snow gently floated downwards piling onto the already pristine white ground. Trees bare of life covered in hanging icicles that chimed in that winter wind. Everything white. Monochromatic. Simple. Most of all, quiet. Living in a small rural town, nothing disturbed the picturesque scenery.

You loved that.

In this town, everyone knew everyone. Everyone was friends or at least on decent terms. For you, you were respected and needed. You were the town’s residential doctor. Taking calls and driving to whatever emergency needed your attention which was why you were currently on the road. Moments ago, you left a patient’s house who made a full recovery. But, you weren’t ready to go home just yet. You wanted a delicious hot drink, and a place to watch the snowflakes pile high. The best place for that was the Elaine’s café. It stayed late and opened early for travelers – though very few came in – but it was mainly for the restless residents meaning you.

You parked in front of the rustic café that resembled a log cabin home. It was at one point but was refurbished to be the lovely café you’ve come to love. Tugging on your gloves, you stepped into the bitter cold and trudged through the wiping wind. The front door jingled as you walked in. You sighed immediately as the heat enveloped you. Like a loving hug.

“(Y/N)? Hey! What brings you here? Did you get a call tonight?” Elaine asked. An elder woman with greying hair who had a massive heart but did not tolerate nonsense or attitude from anyone. She was the proud owner of this place.

“Yeah,” you mumbled hanging your winter coat on the coat rack. “It was Thomas’s kid, uh, Terry? Jerry?”

“Terry,” Elaine corrected you.

“Yes, thank you. Terry got into his father’s tools and nearly cut off his thumb but he’s good now.”

Elaine shook her head. “That boy is going to be trouble. I told Thomas and Mary that.”

You chuckled. “Every kid is trouble at some point.”

“That I can agree with. So would you like a coffee? Hot chocolate?”

“Ooo, a hot chocolate sounds wonderful.”

Elaine smiled and busied herself while you sat in your usual spot. A plush comfy chair near the fireplace that warmed the entire room. Elaine kept most of the interior the same with minor changes to open it up and accommodate costumers and also renovate the kitchen. The massive fireplace was decorated with cobblestone face with two plush chairs positioned in front of it while small tables with chairs scattered around. Cozy was the perfect word to describe this place. And you adored it. It was like your second home.

You relaxed into the chair as you watched the flames dance and flicker. Subconsciously, you tugged on your long sleeves and fiddled with your gloves. A cup clinked. Turning your head, Elaine placed your mug of hot chocolate on the end table besides your chair.

“Thank,” you muttered.

“No problem, sweetheart. You just sit here and relax.”

You smiled as Elaine returned behind the counter. You sipped on your drink enjoying the chocolate coat your tongue and warm your throat. You hummed in delight and clasped the drink close to your chest. Your eyes bounced between the intense orange flames to the window to see the simplistic white whirling around outside.

Ding!

Your head lazily glanced over to the entrance. The wind wiggled in bringing snow and the bitter cold causing you to shiver. But, it also brought in two men. They peeled off their oversized coats and hats placing them on the rack. You didn’t recognize them. However, one thing for sure was they were very attractive.

“Hey, strangers,” Elaine smiled at them. “What brings you to our little town? Would you like anything to drink or eat?”

“Business,” the shorter of the two answers. You also noted his British accent. “And yes please my friend and I would love a hot cup of coffee.”

“Coming up, sugar.” She winked.

You laughed through your nose at Elaine’s bold personality. You turned your attention back onto the fire and sipped your drink. Footsteps shuffled in the background. A scrap of a chair. Your eyes peered over at the men to find them sitting across from you. The taller one pulled up a chair while the shorter man sat in the plush chair. Your eyes darted back to the fire.

“Here you go, sweethearts.” Elaine placed the mugs on the table between them as they said their thanks. You looked to Elaine who mouthed ‘talk to them, they’re cute’. You rolled your eyes as Elaine smirked walking away.

You sipped your drink once more then cleared your throat. “So, what brings two strangers into the middle of nowhere?”

“Recruitment,” the taller man stated. “And you’re the stranger to us.”

“Erik,” the other man warned.

You laughed. “True. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Erik Lehnsherr.”

“Charles Xavier.”

“Well now were not strangers anymore,” you smirked. “So who do you recruit and for what?”

“To be frank, you.” Charles answered.

You froze in your seat. “What?” you squeaked out.

“Sorry, I should explain myself. Erik and I are searching for people like yourself to help stop a man from starting a war.”

A dozen of questions raced, but the one that stuck. “Like me?”

“Mutants,” Erik stated. “We’re mutants, too.”

You blinked. Are they saying they have powers too? I – I thought I was the only one.

“I can ensure you that you’re not the only one, (Y/N).” Charles said. Your eyes grow wide as your heart pounded in your chest. “Again, sorry, I should have stated that I can read minds.”

You nodded still clutching your mug tightly. “Yeah, that would have been a nice warning. I was about to tell Elaine to get her shotgun and call the cops.”

Charles chuckled. “Elaine won’t be bothering us either. I can also control minds. She’s in the back so she cannot disturb us.”

Your head jerked over to the counter finding it empty. “Jesus, you really don’t know how to calm a girl’s nerves.” You looked to Erik, “Um, what about you? What can you do?”

Erik smirked and raised his hand. You cocked your head waiting. Machines and utensils rattled. Even the tools next to the fireplace shook. Slowly, objects floated into the air. The fire poker, spoons, knives, forks, change from the jar, cookware, and loose screws and nails. Awe welled inside you. You watched as these object drew towards him. Like a magnet. Then it dawned on you – exactly like a magnet. He could only move metallic objects.

Oh no.

There was a tug on your left arm. A gentle pull. That changed into a sharp jerk. You yelped. Your drink crashed onto the floor spilling its content. You tried to slam your feet into the ground. It did nothing. Everything happened so fast. Before Erik or Charles could register what was happening, you collided into Erik. You knocked him over in his chair falling on top of him.

You winced ready to hear objects crash. But, no noise. Pushing yourself up, Erik’s hand was extended high next to your head. His steel blue eyes darted searching into your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you stood up.

Carefully, objects returned to their designated spots. “Your arm it’s metal,” Erik stated. Not asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.” You peeled off your gloves and rolled up your sleeve revealing a complex machinery underneath. Metal bars and pieces, screws, wires, all of it exposed. A skeleton arm created by metal.

“Wow, that’s amazing,” Charles stared in awe. “How does it work?”

You shrugged. “I don’t really know the specifics.”

“Why do you have it?”

“I lost my arm. Thankfully, I saved an engineer a couple years back. A group of people and himself were working to create functional prosthetic limbs and this is one of their prototypes.”

You rolled your sleeves down and truly looked at these men. You noticed cut marks on them. One on Charles’s cheek and one on Erik’s hand. The objects did fall, but Erik caught them before any more damage could be done. You walked over to Charles and raised your normal hand to his face. He didn’t back away. Your hand started glowed. A soft golden glow like sunlight. The cut on his cheek slowly stitched back together leaving no mark. You stepped away and went to Erik. Gently, you cupped his hand. Your normal hand hovered over of his while your metallic held his up in view. The same glow emanated from your palm. You stole a glance up to see Erik’s face basked in the golden hue. His features enhanced beautifully.

He is handsome.

You dropped your hand and his was fixed. He lifted his hand to his face and nodded, “Neat trick.” He eyes flickered to your metal one. “Can you not do it on yourself?”

“No as irony would have it.”

“Join us. Charles is right. There is a man out there trying to start a war, trying to destroy our way of life. We could use someone like you and we can help train you. Maybe you are capable of so much more than you realize.”

You smiled. “If it is always exciting like this than why not?”

A month later, you found yourself at Charles’s mansion training, preparing, with other mutants for Shaw. Or at least that should be everyone’s main focus. Instead, everyone found interest in you. More specifically, you and your crush on Erik. Everyone saw it before you could fully grasp it. The way your eyes constantly drifted to him when he walked into the room, the way your eyes lingered on his retreating figure, the way your posture changed when he was around, the way your ears perked up at his name, the way you leaned slightly towards him. All these little signs that you unknowingly did.

Everyone teased you. The worst person? Charles – goddamn – Xavier. That man would throw you a smirk when Erik entered the room. That man would talk to you telepathically to tell you to ask Erik on a date or tease you for admiring Erik. That man was relentless. Yet, you weren’t the only one he bothered. Erik dealt with his annoying pestering. Because, little did you know, Erik liked you back. Charles decided to tease you and Erik rather than informing either of you of the other’s crush.

But he wouldn’t need to bother you any longer. Eventually the two of you naturally grew close.

One day, you sat outside underneath a tree enjoying the warming air. Exhaustion tugged at your mind. All day you were healing the team from training sessions gone wrong – which meant mostly healing Sean after his failed attempts of flying. Your head rested on the rough bark listening to the wind rustling the leaves and the distance birds. The sunlight streamed through the leaves warming patches of your skin. Your hands picked at the grass and sprinkled them over your stretched legs. You inhaled the scents of flowers and sighed while closing your eyes enjoying the serenity.

“You look rather peaceful out here.”

With your eyes still closed, you smirked. “I would hope so. It’s been a tiring day.”

“Mind if I join you?” Erik asked.

You opened your eyes staring up at Erik. “Of course.”

He settled down your left with an obvious gap between you. “So, what brings you out here? He asked.

“The team. I needed a break from healing everyone or I might collapse. How’s your training going?”

He sighed. “Good. Charles insists I train but I think I am perfectly capable. I have better control over my powers compared to the others.”

“Uh-huh.”

He cocked his head towards you. “What is that supposed to mean?”

You stared at him. “Charles is right. You need to control your powers without relying solely on rage.” You paused as smirked pulled on your lips. “Now I say this only because I am your friend but you act like a child throwing a tantrum.”

“Oh, really? Well I see I’m not entirely welcomed here.” He joked and started to stand.

You laughed and grabbed his arm stopping him. With your mechanical hand. You quickly dropped your hand. You felt embarrassed by it. You’ve hidden it for so long and it was only until recently you started to accept it. But, with Erik you still shied away from him. Thinking he may find it odd or revolting. He didn’t though. He was fascinated by it more than anything. He stared down at your arm, at your metal hand as you clenched your fist before crossing your arms to hide it.

“What is it like?” he whispered.

You kept your arms crossed and replied, “Weird.”

“How?”

You stayed silent.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have pushed I –“

“No, it’s okay. Just most people don’t ask. They just stare.” You sighed and unfurled your arms. Your metal palm rested in your lap. The metal cool against your bare thigh. “Don’t get me wrong I am thankful for it, but it’s just so strange. I have an arm – a functional arm – that can do anything just not feel. There’s no sensation.” You plucked the grass with your metal fingers. The familiar clink rang in the air as your fingertips met. “I can’t feel the grass. It’s just weird to be staring at the grass in my hand but not feel it.”

“How did it happen?”

“It’s not a pleasant story.”

“I wouldn’t think it to be any other way.” Your eyes glanced to his arm, at his arm imbedded with a serial number. “If you want I can tell you my story. A story for a story.”

You shook your head, “You don’t have to.”

“But what if I want to?”

Your eyes connected. “Then I guess I can’t stop you.”

Taking a deep breath, you started. “I lost it in a fire. At my family’s house. They knew about my powers and supported me, however, strangers and neighbors found out and called it witchcraft and other things. So one night a group of people set our house on fire to – and I quote – ‘rid the world of an unnatural monstrosity’. I tried to save my family. To drag their bodies out, to heal them, keep them alive, but I was too weak. I couldn’t save them. And as I tried to escape a burning beam fell from the ceiling landing on me. It rolled off and crushed my arm and severely burned it. Luckily one goodhearted person came to my aid, but it was too late. My family died and I lost my arm.” You inhaled shakily. “An engineer I helped months ago heard about what happened and approached me with this crazy idea. I said yes and here we are.”

He whispered, “I’m sorry that happened to you.” His hand gently skimmed your metallic hand. You let him. Watching as his fingers carefully touched every part. He acted as if he applied any pressure this complex machinery would break. “How could you still help the humans? In that town where we found you, you acted like their doctor fixing them every time they asked.”

“It wasn’t easy,” you mumbled. Erik slipped his fingers in between yours. “I hated every one of them for a long time but I knew not all of them were evil. So I decided to try and move on. I don’t think I could ever forgive those people who killed my family, but not every human is like them. Some of them actually care for people like us mutants.”

Without thinking, you leaned on Erik’s shoulder. Loving the warmth and the security he brought. Erik lifted your metal hand still clasped in between his fingers and kissed it. A blush crawled across your cheeks. You unconsciously buried your head deeper into Erik’s shoulder. He chuckled making you blush harder.

You cleared your throat, “You don’t have to tell your story.”

“You told yours it only seems fair.”

“No, let’s just sit here. It’s beautiful day. I’d rather not ruin it by dwelling on the pains of the past.”

Erik smiled, “You’re right.” Your eyes fluttered close as you relaxed into Erik. Hands still intertwined loving how the butterflies swirled inside you. You didn’t see Erik stare at you and whispered, “It is beautiful.”

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writersblockedx · 2 years

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Full of Surprises

Pairing - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader Summary - Charles sends you to check on Erik; you end up staying longer than intended. Warnings - Alcohol, mentions of violence. Words- 2K

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For a year now, the state had been searching for the infamous Magneto. After escaping from the pentagon prison and later pointing multiple guns at the president, he was one of the most wanted people there were. Yet still he had still yet to be found. For a long time, you didn't believe anyone would be able to find him. He was a man who wanted to stay hidden and had the power to do so.

You hadn't really been overly bothered if you were being honest. While apart of the X-men, you could never say you were specifically close to the man. Sure, you fought alongside another but there were times when you found yourself fighting against him. That was one thing you knew about Erik: He was a complicated man. And you liked to keep your life as less complicated as you were able. Which was why it was such a surprise when Charles had requested for you to take your try in finding the man.

Still, you agreed and it wasn't long until you were tracking a man calling himself Henryk in the middle of suburban Poland.

You found the perfect point for confrontation when Erik strolled into the local bar one Thursday evening. You waited long enough for him to finish his first drink, then you made your own entrance. The man was seated at the bar completely alone. His hair was longer, scruffier and his clothes were much more casual than the turtlenecks you were used to seeing him in.

You said nothing as you took the bar stool that was situated next to him. He hadn't noticed you; Erik had been too busy brushing the glass of his beer and too deep into his own thoughts. "You are hard to track down, Magneto." You stated, keeping your eyes in front of you, never daring to meet his.

Him, however, his eyes jumped to you the moment your voice reached his ears. "Just a water please." You requested the bartender before he wondered off to do as you had asked.

"Let me guess, Charles sent you." Erik didn't really have to guess, that had been more of a given point.

"He wanted to check on you." You replied.

Erik returned to gazing down his drink rather than you. "Well, I'm fine alone so you can return back to him."

"Half the world is searching for you right now, Erik. You betrayed us. You shot Raven, almost hurt Charles more than you already had done before." You started, your voice raising in the irritation that had settled in your tone. "You should count yourself lucky than all we are doing is checking up on you."

It was then the bartender returned and dropped the glass of water in front of you, delaying whatever reply Erik was beginning to conjure up. "Thanks." With that, the bartender wondered off once again.

Erik turned to you and for the first time, your gaze met another. "I am just trying to live a quiet life without the X-men breathing down by neck." He paused for a moment. "So you go run back to Charles and tell him that." Erik had always had this theory. One of which you believed was concocted out jealousy. It had first started with Raven, calling her Charles' puppet of sorts. It went on so much, it got it her head and then he started doing the same with you. But Erik had yet to get into your head. So you had believed anyway.

"I don't trust you." That was out of the blue. Erik had expected you to walk out there and then, glass of water left untouched.

The boy grinned at your words, "That doesn't surprise me." He answered. "But something that might surprise you, Princess, is that I don't really trust you either."

You supposed you were surprised. I mean, unlike Erik, the public had painted you as similar to Charles. A mutant fighting for the rights of mutants, but doing it in a way that protected humanity at the same time. And instead, like Erik did, didn't paint humanity as the opposers. Then again, maybe that was why Erik didn't trust you: The two of you were far too different in your beliefs.

But his words seemed to pull you in and you found yourself urging for answers. "And whys that?" You questioned.

"Well, to start with, you walk into a bar and order water." Erik argued.

"I'm working." Technically, you were. Maybe you weren't stood in front of a class, but you still had a job you were set to do.

Erik grinned and leaned in just slightly. "Let me buy you a proper drink." He offered and you felt his eyes linger a little longer.

And so you found yourself torn in two. There sat the temptation to stay here, settled and maybe let yourself relax a little. Or there was what you knew you were meant to do. You were meant to finish what you were doing here, get up and leave and return back to the school. But what harm would one drink do?

"One." You told Erik before he was waving down the bartender once again.

You must have had at least seven, maybe more, that night. To be honest, you couldn't really remember. Only that by that point, the bar was empty and you were getting glares because you had yet to finish your drinks and leave. And, surprisingly enough, you found yourself laughing with the same man you believed you disliked. You supposed it was the drink that had brought both your barriers down and, in doing so, you were able to have many civil conversation. From past shared memorise, to current human politics and then mutant politics to then guessing how many toes Hank's children would have.

But once you finished that drink, you didn't dare order another one with the way the bartender had been starring at you. "Well, I best go find a hotel for the night." You declared as you slipped out from the barstool, throwing your bag back over your shoulder.

"I thought you were going back to the school?" Erik had questioned as he finished his own drink.

"Well, considering we sipped at our one drink for so long, there's no way I can make my plane now."

Erik nodded in realisation; he had been the reason for that. "Right." He muttered before watching you turn your back to him and wonder towards the exit. An urge seeped into his mind then. One of which, had the two of you not just been so friendly back and fourth, he would have kept quiet. Alas, Erik had found that maybe you weren't as bad as he had originally made you out to be.

"You'll not find a hotel." He called out, pulling your feet to a stop as you turned back to look at him. Erik was still staring down his empty glass. "We're in the middle of nowhere, you don't find many tourists visiting." Erik finally glanced back at you. "It's not much but I have a couch and a roof."

Given no other choice, you agreed and returned to Erik's home.

He was right in saying it wasn't much. It was barely even a home. Three rooms and a roof. But you supposed that was all Erik needed. He showed you around the house. Offered you food, of which you felt it right to decline, then gave you a blanket, a pillow and a spare t-shirt for you to sleep in. That was all it was. Colleagues helping one another out. As weird as it felt, being in Erik's house knowing there wasn't any work related reason for you to still be here. Erik was just helping you get through the night before you caught the first plane back tomorrow morning.

You woke up to the sound of food sizzling, followed by the smell of something fried. It pulled you to the land of the wake before you felt your eyelids open, setting on a casual looking Erik as he cooked breakfast. You laid still for a moment or two until the man sensed you from behind him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He apologised.

You slipped out from beneath the blanket which had comforted you throughout the night. "It's fine." You told him, still stood in only the borrowed t-shirt he had given you. "I'm gonna go get changed."

You never got far. Erik glanced back at you once again, half his focus on you, the other half on his almost ready bacon. "They're in the wash." He muttered as if he felt that could have been the wrong thing to do. And when you said nothing in return but made an awkward shift in your stance, Erik went on, mentioning to his small table and the two chairs which accompanied it. "Sit," He urged.

With nothing else to do, you obliged.

It wasn't long before Erik was serving the various 'all American' breakfast onto two different plates and placing one in front of you. "It might amaze you to know, I'm actually a good cook." He stated before either of you had even had the chance to pick up your knife and fork.

You raised a brow in response, "Really now?"

"Try tell me otherwise." And so you cut at your food and readied some sort of comment to combat Erik's ego when it came to his food. But, as you were beginning to realise, the boy came with many surprises. And he was right when you found yourself amazed by his certain skill. "See." The man smirked.

"Fine, you have successfully proved me wrong." You spoke with a smile painted at your lips. Erik was beginning to constantly be proving you wrong.

And so the two of you picked at your plates. "When do you leave?" Erik then asked.

You shrugged, "An hour or so."

Then, before you had barely even finished your words, Erik jumped. "Let me drive you to the airport." It was hasty, almost desperate.

You were already shaking your head before you had even declined. "Honestly Erik, you have done enough already." Not to mention, how out of character that seemed to you. "I'll get a taxi and leave you be. And don't worry, I'll tell Charles that you have been absolutely fine out here alone." You went on, figuring that was the reason he was being so kind.

Yet, still, Erik leaned forward, his palm landing on your own. "I've spent the last year living alone, working in manual labour, please just let me drive you to the airport." He insisted.

Like you had been doing for the last 24 hour, you gave in and agreed.

It hadn't taken the two of you long to clear up, get changed and jump into the car. An hours drive or so and you were outside the airport. Of course, Erik had once again insisted he see you inside. Just because.

"Thanks again, you really didn't have to do any of this." You told him with a smile.

The boy shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm sure you'll relay back to Charles how corporative I was." He joked.

"That your reason for being kind to me?" It seemed the only logical reason.

Erik took a step closer to where, if he were any closer, he would have fallen into you. "Maybe." He mumbled and before you could reply with anything at all, he closed that small gap between the two of you.

He really did seem to keep amazing you.

You were the one to pull away, not letting your gaze fall from his own. "You should go, I'm sure an airport isn't the best place for a man in hiding." You reminded him.

"That's why I didn't bring the helmet."

With that, you took your step back from the boy, knowing if you weren't to leave soon, he would insist on you staying some time longer. "I'll see you soon, Erik." He only nodded as his goodbye, giving you the go ahead to turn your back on him.

A trip that had only meant to be a small one, had left you with more question than when you had first arrived.

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padfootdaredmetoo · 3 years

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Hi!! Feel free to add or change anything!! Can I please request a (John lives au🥺) Tommy Shelby x Mutant!fem!reader (X-Men/Peaky Blinders crossover) where she is a mutant that is a part of the X-Men and She can control the Earth’s 4 elements (fire, ice, wind and earth) and has telekinesis. The X-Men have to travel back in time to various points (in order to stop something bad in the future), each mutant going to a different time (like if Days of Future Past mixed with Endgame), and Y/n goes back to the time to the Peaky Blinder’s time and runs into the Shelbys while she’s trying to stop something happening that will badly effect the future? I can so imagine Thomas, John, Arthur, and Finn trying to bring her in for questioning after finding her snooping, but she kicks their butts because she has world saving to do lol😂😂 After a while spent with the Shelbys/Blinders, she ends up not wanting to go back to her time because She and Tommy fell in love?

I would imagine they would be pretty shocked to find out about mutants and time travel 🧭

Thank you so much for this request! I was unsure about how I would wrangle the two stories together as they are my two favorite fandoms. This was true labour of love. I hope it's what you were looking for. I honestly had to write it in chunks. I could have put together a full novel about the ideas I had.

Hope you enjoy bestie! XO

Summary: Reader is a mutant who has to follow her family back into Erik's past to save the world. She accidently falls back into Birmingham 1920's surrounded by the Peaky Blinders, which happens to be her favorite TV show....

It sounds tacky when I put it like that but I promise it works.

Rated - Teen: Heart break. So much pain, but also so so so much fluff. Mentions of death, grief, major character death of sorts, mentions of violence, mentions of Nazi Germany.

If you don't follow the X-Men it pretty much just reads as a time travel romance fic

Things had gone from bad to very very bad in a short span of time.

Six months ago Magneto went rogue again. Leaving the X-Men to make a more aggressive stance against the new mutant legislations that were coming into action.

That’s the exact moment we went from bad to worse.

The government was ready for the attack and used it as an opportunity to strike against him hard with their new weaponry. They now had these freaky gigantic robots trying to hunt us down. They hadn’t yet found out the location of the school but you and everyone else knew that the days were becoming limited.

Like most of Charles and Erik's fights, everything ended with Erik outside the front door looking defeated. Charles sobered up and they were back to being a power couple ready to save the world.

The two of them had sat down tracing back through time to the exact points in history that lead us all here. You sat in Charles' study looking between him, Erik, and the overwhelming bulletin board. It was covered in pictures, letters, maps, and a lot of rainbow yarn you feared had come from your personal collection.

“That better not be my roll of rainbow yarn.” You said sternly, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

“World is ending bub, keep it focused.” Logan said, looking as unimpressed as you felt.

“Alright. We don't have much time so I appreciate everyone's undivided attention.” Charles said in his most calming teacher voice.

“Here is a list of what's expected of you.” Erik said sternly and you thanked him as he handed you your individual paper. You quickly looked it over and internally started to freak out. It was all about Europe in the late 1930’s…

The meeting went into full swing and it did nothing to make you feel better. They expected the people in this room, your family. To divide and be sent back in time to fix certain events leading to the current weaponry that was about to destroy mutant kind, and potentially the whole world.

You were shaking by the end of it. Everyone cleared out, there was three hours till go time. Erik called you to stay and you watched him motion Charles out of the room.

You looked at him and resisted the urge to throw a temper tantrum. Erik and Charles had become something like parents to you over the many years you’d been here. Erik was someone you were especially close with, and he fucking left. He fucked this all up. Deep down you knew it was for the better that he had forced the government's hand, it gave you time to prepare this seven layer dip of a plan to stop them.

But still he left you here. He might not be your actual father but your heart didn’t know the difference.

He looked at you with eyes that tore into your soul.

“I know I fucked up but please understand, if I thought there was any possible thing I could have done but leave. I would have. I won’t have you, Peter, and Wanda in a camp. I just wont.” His voice was dripping with poorly concealed emotion making his accent thicker. Suddenly you burst, you wished this confrontation didn't happen right before you needed to have your shit together. You went over to him and wrapped your arms around him tightly. You didn't need to say anything because he knew he was forgiven.

“You're going back to Germany, when I was little.” These words hurt him even more and you held him tighter. “It’s not a very happy place. But look at me.” You did as you were told, looking up into his blue eyes. “You come home safe to me.” He said it in German and you couldn't help the tears that started to fall.

“I put everything down on that list. You keep it close.”

“I will.” You responded back in German. Now you knew why you were picked for this. Trying to meddle with Nazi Germany was a task better suited for someone like Logan, who had actually fought there. Not that he would remember it though..

“You're a smart kid, I have no doubts in my mind that you're capable of this” Charles said entering the room, having read your mind. With the current climate you didn't chew him out for it. Erik held you tighter for a moment, then let you go after placing a kiss to your forehead.

They were asking you to be tough and strong yet they were tearing you up with all this affection. Erik cleared his throat and grabbed a thick leather notebook.

“Take this too. Forgive some of the more personal stuff. It was from my life after the war but it has some stuff about what happened during. Thought it better to send you with too much than not enough.” You accepted the book and nodded at him sadly.

“I have to go and apologize to the others now. But I’ll see you again before you go. Let me know if you think of any questions.” He strode out of the room and you silently said a prayer that your family would all make it back safe.

Charles gave you an empathetic stare before giving you a big hug.

“I love you. We love you.” He said softly.

“I love you both too.” You thought to him in your mind.

Then it was time for the action. You had similar, rather tense emotional moments with your adoptive siblings and other members of the team.

Even Wade came over and gave you a big hug.

“You give ol Adolf an extra one between the eyes for me kid.” Somehow his mask winked at you and you gave him a nod and a sad smile.

They had you in a cotton layered outfit that was surprisingly accurate to the time period which was good. The last thing that 1930’s Europe was ready for was you in one of your brothers stolen Led Zeppelin T-shirts and a pair of mom jeans.

You held your leather purse close to your side and mentally ran through everything inside. You weren't allowed to take much outside of the notebook and list from Erik. You realized that in a few short moments you would be in a whole other world, with no money and every single person you knew wouldn't be reachable.

You would be completely alone.

They got you sorted into the machine and you watched as Erik and Charles both watched your body disappear with a pain that only parents could feel when their children were about to go far away for the first time.

Everything went dark. Suddenly you felt like you had a horrible case of the bed spins. You tried to relax but you had to force every breath of air into your lungs.

Then suddenly you were in an old alleyway. Two large brick buildings were on either side of you with people's laundry above your head. Why they had laundry out in this damp weather was beyond you.

Gunshots rang out in front of you and collided with a man standing further down the alleyway.

Oh Fuck

You watched his body crumple, but what could you do? You could see he was dead and you resisted the urge to rush over and help. That would only draw attention to yourself when what you needed to do was keep a low profile.

Two very tired, but well dressed men emerged from the fog and looked at you standing there.

Normally you wouldn't feel afraid but your body felt different, like your powers were still slightly out of reach.

“You didn't see nothin!” One of them exclaimed in a very British accent, while pointing a gun at you. You nodded in agreement, turning on your heel making your way down the alleyway.

“You can't just let her go. Tommy will want to make sure she keeps ‘er fuck’in mouth shut.” The second man said a little bit too loudly. You picked up your pace.

“Tommy isn't going to care about some woman Arthur.”

“What if she’s with ‘em though, she might know something.” The second man only let out a long string of cuss words.

“Eh! Miss. Don’t move.” You stopped because you knew that he had a gun to your back. You turned around slowly.

“By orders of the Peaky Blinders.” The taller one called out. The words cut through you like glass.

Peaky Blinders?! Like the show?! Oh no. no. no. no. This was very bad.

“Shut up Arthur”

They both came towards you leaving the dead man’s body long forgotten. You didn't resist them, mostly because you were in shock. They put you into the back seat of a car and you just looked around you. Birmingham. Blinders.

Damn, props to the casting manager, and to the costume people. Not to mention the prop people. This was like falling into the TV.

You were brought into the betting shop. It was really different from the show, but it still felt the same somehow.

Peaky Fucking Blinders

Speaking of fucking. The rather distressed man in front of you must have been Thomas Shelby.

Your face flushed and you tried to remind yourself that this was real life. Your family was out there doing their part, and somehow you’d fallen into the wrong time…

These people weren’t the ones you watched on TV with your dad, or stayed up reading fanfiction about. These were the real deal.

His eyes settled on you.

“What the fuck is this then?!” He shouted.

“She was in the alleyway with the Russian.”

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW?” He screamed at you and you jumped.

“I was just in the wrong place. I swear.” He looked at you with a piercing look, suddenly you really did hope that Cillian Murphy won hundreds of awards for his performance.

“You are lying. And I don't have time for lying.”

“We’ve got to get to the Train.” One of the men said, drawing his gaze away from you.

“Go, I’ll take her with me.”

You were pushed into another car, this time with Thomas driving.

“Look I know you know something I can feel it. Just tell me and I won't kill you.”

“I swear if I knew something I would tell you” You answered calmly.

“FUCK” He was driving recklessly and only started to push the car faster.

He got out and dragged you into a field where men had a tent and some kind of mining operation happening.

“Tommy there’s no way we are going to get through this quickly.”

“I need everything out by sunrise. They have Charlie.” The two men looked at each other and you assumed that Charlie must be very important to them.

“Don't let her out of your sight.” He motioned towards you before starting to strip down.

“What do you need to get out? I might be able to help.” You mentally kicked yourself, this was so Charles of you. Now was not the time nor the era to be using your mutant powers to help gangsters.

“How on earth are you going to help?” Suddenly you realized that you were by far the most powerful person in the setting. And probably the whole city. The shock was finally gone and you could feel the elements around you humming like you usually could.

“I can get you whatever you're digging for in less than five minutes, in exchange for information.”

The man he was talking to let out a laugh. But Tommy only stared at you with those perceptive eyes.

“Jewels, they are ten yards in that direction in an underground cellar.” As he spoke you could feel them vibrating exactly where he said they would be.

“Why am I doing this?” You asked him seriously. You didn't have time to play heist with them no matter how many hours you spent reading about it.

“Because they have my son” He looked desperate and it twisted up your heart.

“Take everyone out of the tunnel and have them turn away from me.” You instructed him and he gave the order. The men were looking at the two of you like he’d finally snapped. But they did as they were told.

You pushed your mind through the earth till you could feel the jewels. You moved the earth aside, extending the tunnel in one swift movement, then pulled the jewels through. Your feet met the ground again and you realised he didn't turn around. He stood there eyes wide with a stone-like expression.

The guy just watched you levitate and saw your eyes glow brown and bright white. But still he just looked at you like he always knew you’d been a part of this world.

You used your powers to place all the loot into the bag in his hand.

“Thank you.” You could see in his eyes that he meant it.

“What year is it?”

“1928”

“Fuck!” You were going to be stuck here for at least ten plus years. Panic washed over you.

“Help me get my son?”

“Sure” you answered realising you had all the time in the fucking world to chase Tommy around.

In the span of a few short hours you’d rescheduled someone’s abortion, helped the father of that baby kill his molester, rescued what might be the cutest baby ever if not for the horrible hair cut, and stopped some kind of train from exploding.

For some reason this made some Russians very mad. So you’d handled that too.

Now you were sitting in Thomas Shelby’s kitchen with a glass of whiskey in your hand as he held his sleeping child in his arms.

“What are you?”

“Pretty sure I just did all the heavy lifting so I could ask the big questions” You didn't mean to be that sassy with him, the man looked like absolute shit, but the smallest smile crept onto his face. That stupid smile pushed that soft spot in your heart a little. You let out a long sigh.

“I am a mutant from the future. I can control the elements earth, water, fire, air, and I can move objects with my mind.” You added more whiskey to the glasses with your mind, watching him struggle to contain his expression. “I have to stop something horrible from happening in Nazi Germany.”

“Nazi’s?” He rolled the word around in his mouth. “I don't know much about mutants.”

“I didn't think you would.” You said with a small smile.

“And you know me well then?” He asked with a raised brow.

“In some ways I feel like I do, but deep down I know that I really don’t” He studied you for a moment and you saw the many questions burning in his eyes.

“How about this. You help me with the Nazi’s when the time comes, and I’ll help you as much as I can until then” He thought about it, eyes making your skin burn.

“But I’m not in control of when they pull me back so I could just disappear at any moment.”

“Deal.” He took a sip of whiskey.

“You must be tired, but I’m also happy to answer questions if you have any.” Really you just didn't want this to end. Any second Hank could realise his mistake, you hated yourself for it, but you wanted this to last for a bit.

You expected him to be tired, and worn out after everything. Instead he asked you questions about your abilities, the future. All the stuff you’d expect. He said his mother had told him about people like you when he was small, that’s why he didn't doubt you.

You told him that he was remembered in the future very well. A blush crept onto your face, embarrassed and slightly guilty about all the thoughts you’d had about him. Well fictional him anyway.

This only pushed him to want to know about it. So you told him that there was a television show about his family that you were very fond of. You gave a brief description of film and television.

“And you like me in that show?” He asked.

“Ah, yeah. You could say that.” But the burn on your cheeks gave you away.

“Hmm and the man that acts out my character, he’s alright?”

“Oh yeah. He does a good job.” You could feel the amusement rolling off of him.

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Weeks passed and Tommy adjusted to having you live with him. These were hard weeks for you as you were worried sick about being stuck here while your family was across time and space potentially being murdered or imprisoned.

It was the kind of stress that led to a lot of nightmares. Nightmares that had the potential to shake the whole house…

After the first two times of him tearing into your room waking you up and holding your shaking body tightly, he recommended you just sleep next to him.

One tremor he could blame on an earthquake, two tremors - well stranger things had happened, but the superstitious maids were starting to get uneasy. Three tremors and he was sure they would assume the place was haunted by his late wife.

You took him up on his offer feeling very embarrassed every single piece of “there was only one bed” fanfiction you’d read flashed before your eyes as you laid there next to him.

Strangely enough you both slept better like that. Till one morning you woke up tangled in his sleeping body. That was an incident that led to a lot of kissing. Then courting. Then a full blown affair.

He often asked you about the various stories you’d read and written about him. Laughing at how sappy you made him, teasing you about it relentlessly.

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Family was an interesting aspect of your time here. You missed yours so badly that you tried to insert yourself into his every moment you could.

You laughed and learned a lot from the women you became so close with.

When you looked back on it you’d like to think that you helped them all get along better just as much as they helped you grow up. Little Fin and Charlie looked up to you as some sort of God. Too wise to be an older sibling, and not strict enough to be a mother. It broke your heart knowing that eventually you’d leave them potentially without even getting the chance to say goodbye.

This prompted you to write out a notebook much like your fathers. Something to leave them with. Nothing about the future, but just love for them. Stuff they could read when they were in need of comfort. From what you knew of the up and coming war they would need it. You had birthday cards written out for the children till each of them turned 60.

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A year had passed and while you missed your family dearly. You had lots of daily tasks to keep up on providing for your family here. Between the family and Tommy you rarely stood still long enough to be sad.

Tommy proposed to you in the woods behind the house. You knew a public wedding and engagement wasn't possible with your potential to leave at any moment.

After trying to convince him otherwise you agreed.

A secret wedding was held in the fall with only your closest family.

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Ten years passed and you helped Tommy try to take out the British Nazi Party while also getting ready to travel to Germany.

The clock was ticking on your life here and the time had come to put the future world above what your heart wanted.

Tommy could feel it coming and took every possible moment he could spare to be around you. Both of you desperately clinging to what pieces of happiness you could hold onto before it was all ripped away.

You warned him about the stalk market crashes and about every part of the up and coming war and future that might impact the family.

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Then it was go time. The family sent you off with heavy hearts, only Polly and Tommy understood the task that lay heavily on your shoulders.

Tommy insisted on accompanying you as far as possible. You already knew that he fully intended on staying with you the whole time. You could always tell when he was lying.

You left him sleeping in a hotel just before you’d reached Germany. The morning light sprawled across his tattooed skin. You looked at the arms that carried you from being a child into becoming a woman. The hands that helped shape you and showed you how to overcome your worst fears. You’d stolen 12 years of this man's life, 12 years he should have been settling down with a wife and a mother for his child.

12 years of laughing all night, dancing in the kitchen, yelling with his family, night walks in the woods, more sex than you thought humanly possible, murder, money, gabling, horse races, drinking, and cocaine. All of it was about to be ripped away.

You shut the door leaving him a letter saying goodbye. Explaining everything, and how you were leaving him there to protect him. You told him where to find the many journals you’d written and the letters for his family.

Then you were off to find Shaw.

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It was a horrible task, you watched Erik’s mother, someone he said watched over you with the tender gaze only a grandmother could manage, die. Your heart broke there and you hoped that Erik was right, that she did watch over you and your siblings, that she understood why you let her body crumple to the ground.

You couldn't kill Shaw, or Hitler. Something that would weigh on your consciousness for the rest of your life. All the power to stop some of the most horrible things in history, and you had to walk away.

That didn't mean you couldn't raise hell though. You did what you were instructed to, passed the appropriate information on to the right people.

Freed as many Jews as you possibly could on the side…..

But no one needed to know about that.

You eventually rescued Erik, and saw the full extent of how Shaw had mutilated him. You comforted him and gave him the instructions he would need.

Despite him being a boy, and receiving an impossible amount of information about his future he still grabbed your arm before you left him there.

“Are you my daughter?” He looked so hopeful. The promise of a child meant the promise of a home, and true love.

You didn't have the heart to tell him that his wife and first daughter would be murdered in front of him. Or that I would fall into his lap as an orphan desperately in need of a father, that his two biological children would be kept from him till they were in their early twenties. The amount of collateral damage and problem fixing he had ahead of him. Not to mention his on and off again relationship that had caused the world to end more times that any other threat to the planet. A part of you wanted to. but Future Erik made you swear you wouldn't.

“You are a good father. Just keep your head up.” You kissed his forehead like he had done countless times to you. And left the freshly mangled boy in a hotel bed in a foreign country just like you’d left your husband a few short weeks ago.

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The task was filled but you didn't instantly fly back to the present day. So you got on a train back to Birmingham to spend whatever last sliver of time you had left next to your husband. After all the horrible things you had seen, the only thing you wanted, the only thing that could put you back together, was your husband's arms. You desperately wanted to fall apart, but you kept it together out of hope.

You wanted one last kiss.

You stepped off the train platform in Birmingham. One body amongst the busy sea of people, you looked at the train platform and it was the last thing you saw of your life there.

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Horrible bed spins, and suddenly you were back in the basement of the mansion. Everyone was present, looking just the same as it had been 12 fucking years ago.

You immediately fell to your knees. Your body twisted in at the harsh realization that it was finally all over. A sob ripped through your chest as you crumpled to the floor. Erik’s hands reached you first as your family frantically tried to figure out if you’d been injured.

You wanted to tell them that it was only your heart being broken. That your mind was slowly fracturing into a million unrepairable pieces. A valuable part of you was left in Birmingham and your body didn't know how to breathe or pump blood without it.

You prayed for death. You realised that the words tumbled out of your mouth between sobs. Begging them to let it kill you. That you didn't want to live in a world without him.

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Time passed and it didn't kill you. Eventually you came to terms with the fact that if you died, they would only kick your ass right back into existence. The Shelby family fought as hard as your family did to live in a world of opportunity like this and to give it up would be a disgrace on their names.

So you lived on. Charles, Erik, Peter, Wanda, and the whole team did everything they could to comfort you through the loss. Everyone else was sent back for about two days, so they stayed relatively the same.

You watched as your parents mourned the loss of their bubbly ambitious 20 year old, as she was now filled with a 32 year old depressed widow.

Suddenly you understood the pain that constantly ran through Erik’s veins. Logan’s constant night terrors searching for a red headed woman hit too close to home. Watching Wade’s fists clench every time someone with long black hair walked by. It all made too much sense. The new awareness of grief had exposed you to how the people around you truly lived their lives.

Charles had bought Arrow House for you, hoping it would ease the pain. Something physical from that time to hold on to. The place was going to be demolished, and you were very grateful he had thought to look for it before it was lost like everything else.

Eventually you had to visit his grave.

Erik stood by the gates of the cemetery while you walked along trying to find him. It was a crisp autumn day much like the day you married him. And there he was, black marble with gold lettering.

What was left of the man that used to hold you every night lay six feet below you.

His tombstone was brief, and classy much like himself. But in small letters at the bottom you saw the song lyrics of your favorite song engraved. Song lyrics you left in the journal you’d stashed for him.

He found it.

And buried next to him was his wife. You thought you would feel jealous, but relief washed through you. He was looked after, Charlie had a mum. His life ran its course with someone next to him in his bed every night.

He moved on so you could too.

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spotofimagines · 4 years

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13. Joy ~ Erik Lensherr

Warnings: kids - reader is female

Erik never imagined his life in the future. He'd been through so much pain and trauma that he struggled planning a week ahead of himself, never mind years.

If you would have asked Erik five years ago where he would be, he wouldn't have an answer. He'd shrug and joke that he'd probably be dead by then, always earning a laugh despite the thought in his head that it would most likely be the truth.

There wasn't a single part of Erik that would have pictured the scenario in front of him. Laying in bed on a winter night under the covers, his wife tucked into his side asleep on his shoulder. The subtle scent of her perfume washed over both hers and his clothes alike, the mark of the time you spent together during your days. He could have said his heart was full being able to call you his, and until a month ago he wouldn't have been lying.

But now, he had a little baby girl resting on his chest, eyes closed peacefully in the safety of her father's arms. She was the size of his shoes, something he found hilariously cute when she first came home, and something that was enough to bring him to tears if he let the thought develop for long enough.

His eyes were growing heavy but he fought hard to keep them open to watch his girls, untouched by the weight of the world for as long as the night went on. The two of you had saved him from troubles you could never truly know about. Showed him a light and a path to follow, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. His love, his pride, his joy, right there next to him.

He never imagined a future for himself, but he could find no fault in the home and the family he had found for himself now.

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hyacinths-recs · 3 years

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irreconcilable differences (make for surprisingly good bedfellows), by pocky_slash (Teen And Up)

Tonight on The Evening Report with Malcolm Stevens, noted geneticist and mutant equality proponent Dr. Charles Xavier faces off with the infamous mutant rights activist Magneto in a live televised debate over the Genetic Nondiscrimination Act.

(At least, if they can stop flirting long enough to stay on topic.)

The Alternate Universe - Still Have Powers is such a great tag to browse through when you want a relationship that is realistic without having the countless divorces we had to go through while watching the films. Also, it is funny to see how they go around the fact that Charles is still in a wheelchair but Cuba didn't happen.

#fandom: xmen #fandom: marvel #cherik #cherik fic rec #cherik oneshot #professor x #charles xavier #magneto #dofp #erik lehnsherr #erik lensherr x charles xavier #trope: enemies to lovers

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booleman · 3 years

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Yet another (cherik) wip i am working on but i started this yesterday so it's newer

Charles Xavier is born with the knowledge of being a doctor. That, and the peculiar ability to hold a stick as if it were a way bigger weapon which, in hindsight, should have tipped out his parents a little bit.

At the age of ten, Charles’ ability to listen to other people’s brains started to manifest itself and, with it, the knowledge that not everyone had another conscience inside their brain telling them of what they had lost in a past life.

At the age of twelve, Charles Xavier decides to become a man of science. Or become again, really, because the brain inside his brain has apparently always known how human biology works, even if it’s not a perfect knowledge and half of its sources are ‘the Gods’. Still, biology is a good subject, and he can study about mutations as well as how the human body works, and both of his brains are happy with the result.

When Charles meets Raven, his whole world is tipped. Her brain screams about a past life too, but he can’t understand what it’s saying, at least for the first few times. After that, his sister - Gods, his sister, he’s not alone - asks him to stay out of her mind, and that’s what he does. Mostly, anyways, because shutting down a mind completely is like losing a limb, like that silence that makes your ears hurt, and that’s not what someone with any kind of brain activity would want to go through. Still, he doesn’t read her mind and just scratches the surface sometimes, when the pain is too much to bear, and when he feels guilty he reminds himself that she didn’t actively ask him not to feel her emotion, or read whatever she wanted to have for lunch, so it was okay.

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chiefdirector · 3 years

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Being in a Polyamorous relationship with Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would include...

Initially, Charles would have been the one to determine yours and Erik's feelings for each other but wouldn't realise that the same feelings extended for him.

(He also held the same feelings but wouldn't admit that in fear of rejection from the two of you)

it was only when he sat the two of you down to talk about your feelings did the truth come out.

"So, Erik, you are interested in (Y/N) but won't pursue her because of your feelings for me?"

"Yes"

"And, (Y/N), you are in the same predicament?"

"Yes."

"This makes my next question rather easy to ask then."

After that, Charles proposed the idea that the three of you date simultaneously.

At first, things were rocky, trying to establish a nice flow between the three of you

it was new territory so it was to be expected

but this lasted a while, so much so that Erik had started to think that ending the relationship might be a good idea, until you proposed that you all watch a film together

that was the night the relationship clicked, everything came easily after that.

You three would try to have a night once every fortnight, knowing how important it is to make sure you all spend time actually together

But when it can’t happen, Charles usually plays images of your previous date in yours and Erik’s minds to ease your shared disappointment.

As the relationship progresses, the three of you would have to invest in a bigger bed because Charles' one seemed too small for three people.

So many cuddles

Sometimes it would be the three of you, but if someone was busy, it wouldn’t stop the other two.

Cuddles quickly became the foundation of your relationship.

Morning cuddles were Erik’s favourite as he thought as them almost as if they were an escape from the upcoming day

Charles preferred evening cuddles as a way to unwind from the day

Although the best type was the small hugs you would steal from the both of them during the day

Charles would show his love with gifts. Usually something small you or Erik had thought about

(He won’t admit to using his mutation though)

Erik’s love language is touch;

After losing his mother at such a young age, he didn’t experience many loving touches in his childhood so you and Charles compensate to let him know how much he is loved.

he doesn't know how to ask for these touches, so Charles is normally the one to figure it out.

Erik would like to train with you, working with you to strengthen your mutation, especially if it could be used in a defensive manner

If you were to get married, you'd all be painfully aware that it wouldn't be a legal document but that doesn't stop the there of you planning a wedding anyway

you had all agreed that a contract doesn't define your love anyway

so after a few months of planning, the three of you found yourselves under a tree which Xavier's grandfather had planted in the school grounds

You and Charles had done most of the organising as Erik had no opinion as long as he could say he was married to his partners

The only contribution Erik had made was the rings

he had used his mutation to make three rings each one unique and represent the bearer.

(The tree you were married under quickly became Charles favourite, so, although he wouldn't let it show, when Scott Summers accidentally destroyed it he was quite annoyed).

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goosenik · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier Additional Tags: dadneto, Erik Lehnsherr Has a Crush, Fluff, Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Charles Xavier has a Ph.D in Adorable, Erik is a Sweetheart, Family Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Alternate Universe - No Powers, One Shot, Short & Sweet, Short One Shot Summary:

Charles Xavier is a doctor for children, and happens to have a certain Lorna Lensherr come under his care for a surgery. When she requests that he sew up her bear, well... who's he to resist? And when her father comes to meet him in the hospital afterwards, well... who's he to resist?

Aka, a super short Dadneto one-shot fluff piece that exists for the sole purpose of brightening your day.

#dadneto #erik lensherr #magneto #cherik #ao3 #oneshot #short one #erik x charles #charles xavier #ao3 cherik

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all-or-nothing-baby · 5 years

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Αγάπη

It wasn't always like this; wasn't always this way between us. We might easily have been the exact opposite… Erik and I could have turned out so very differently.

There could have been only struggle and pain and righteous but terribly short-lived justice, where rage and pity staked their claim and struck us down with Zeus-like thunderbolts.

But the thin line between rivalry and respect swept us up, as leaves in a cyclone; my Oak to his Sycamore; so different yet utterly the same, whirling helplessly around one another and ultimately colliding with the force of mother nature--and absolute fucking captivation.

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avengersfangirlimagines · 6 years

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Love Stalking

Prompt: hello I was wondering if ur taking requests can u make an Erik lehnsherr where he is obsessed with the reader to the point where it's kinda creepy but she secretly likes him too so its all good

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr x reader

Words: 500+

Requested by: @bellasett

Erik was staring at you like he always did when he was around. You could see him in the corner of your eye. At first, you had thought that it was creepy, although you liked him, very much. But then one day you confronted Charles about you Erik problems. Charles had been your best friend for decades, he knew you better than you knew yourself.

Charles told you the truth about Erik’s way of acting, and to say that you were surprised was an understatement. Since your first day at the X mansion, you had had an eye for Erik. And he for you. Though none of you had known about the scared feelings, you were sure that he had spoken with Charles about it too. Once when you were children, Charles accidentally read your mind. It was back when he first started to discover his powers, back when he couldn’t control them. You somewhat believed that Charles had been searching, for every single thought you had about Erik.

It was funny how both of you kept each other at a safe distance when you were near each other. Good ol’ Wolvie always described the two of you as, lovebirds in separate cages, with no one to let you out but yourselves. A big party had been thrown tonight, no one knew why Charles and Logan had decided to have a party this evening. No one had seen any of them since before the party started. As you had expected, Erik had been all over you, but from a distance like he always was.

“SHUT UP EVERYONE!!” Logan’s voice rung over the crowd as he appeared, alongside Charles. You looked around at the people around you in confusion. Your eyes met with Logan’s for a moment, he winked at you. That was when you knew what was about to come. And it definitely included both Erik and you. “If (Y/N) and Erik would follow us to my office, then that would be great,” Charles smiled from his wheelchair. You put down your cocktail on the nearest surface and followed the two men into Charles’ office. Erik soon entered too. “So….?” Logan looked between the two of you, wanting you to confront each other.

“We will leave the two of you here, alone!” Charles said, and before you knew it, you were left alone with Erik. Minutes went by in silence, none of you had the courage to say anything to each other.

“I don’t hear any talking in there!” Logan’s roaring voice could be heard from the other side of the door. “We probably should start talking,” You smiled.

“Well it’s no secret to anyone that I like you, I mean like like you,” your eyes lit up when Erik had said those few words, somehow it felt better to know it when the words had come from his mouth, and not Charles’

“And I have an eye out for you as well” from that moment the conversation went smooth, none of you were scared to speak with the other, after you had confronted each other about your feelings. In the end, everything was good, and you had someone to call your own.

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mearchy · 6 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men - All Media Types, X-Men (Movieverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Emma Frost, Angel Salvadore, Sebastian Shaw Additional Tags: Sebastian Shaw Mention, trigger warning: violence, Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts/Actions, Trigger Warning: Death, Mildly Dubious Consent, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, Fist Fights, Fights, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Erik Has Feelings, Erik has Issues, Poor Erik, Erik Lehnsherr is not a Happy Bunny, Organized Crime, Oneshot, Cherik Oneshot Summary: Erik is the ruthless prize fighter in an underground fighting ring. Often, he forgets that he is not one of the men he’s meant to kill. Charles is the kind and intelligent club medic who bears silent testimony to Erik’s inner warfare. ** Erik-centric oneshot.

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fabled-fiction · 6 years

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This Is Me (X-Men x Reader Song Fic)

Short Summary: You live in a house that doesnt accept your Ecokinesis. Then a certain bald-headed man comes and offers you paradise. Based off the song This Is Me by Keala Settle from The Greatest Showman.

Warnings: Negative living enviroment

A/N: I had this idea when I was listening to The Greatest Showman soundtrack. I hope I did good.

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I am not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say. Cause we don’t want your broken parts. Ive learned to be ashamed of all my scars. Run away, they say, no one will love you as you are.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up. It was absolutely absolutely horrible, you felt like a stranger in your own home. Your own parents didnt accept your gift. They insisted it never be used, that it never be discussed. They didn’t want to acknowledge that their child was a disgrace. Who could blame them right? They had a child who wasn’t normal, someone who was different.

The least they could have done was accept you. Encourage you that this gift wasn’t a curse. That your ability was a god sent, and not a touch of the devil. But they didn’t, they did the opposite. So it made you feel like even more of an outcast.

It was hard, waking up in such a negative household. With all the false love, and false care. Pretending not to notice the side looks of your parents whenever you let your ability slip. The constant disapproving looks that were cast your way made you feel small.

But I won’t let them break me down to dust, I know that theres a place for us. For we are glorious.

It was a normal Sunday morning. School was out, so you were spending your time in the back yard. Really the only place you could practice your abilities. You definetly weren’t going to let your parent get you down all the time. You were going to allow yourself to flourish. Just like the flowers you grow. Your hand hovered over the dead grass, watching as it slowly grew and turned into a healthy color. Flowers began to sprout, but before you could make them bloom you heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

Your curiosity go the better of you, as you stood and brushed the dirty off your grass stained jeans. Unlocking and stepping out of the gate, you began walking towards the front. Your eyes laid upon two men who were walking to your front door. You watched carefully from the corner, as the buffer man helped the one in the wheel chair.

“ Wait Logan, they’re out here.”

You held your breath, covering your mouth. How had he heard you? You had worked on your stealth for years, as you would like to rather avoid the gaze of your parents and avoid confronting them . You thought you were pretty good. Guess not.

“ Don’t be scared, we’re just here to talk. My name is Charles Xavier.”

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down, Im gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out. I am brave, I am bruised. I am who I’m meant to be, this is me.

“ Wait, so you mean to tell me you’re here to recruit me for my abilities?”

You actually didn’t believe it. Mr.Xavier was the first person who had met who didn’t want to execute you for your ability. Then again, the only people who knew about them were your parents.

“ Yes. You see, I run a school for gifted youngsters. There, we teach your any standard school curriculum along with teaching you how to control your gift. No doubt you need that, seeing as the thoughts Im gathering from your parents are rather negative.”

This made you scoff, before nodding. Your arms crossed. Yea, that was definitely the case. Holding your hand out, palm up, you began to grow a flower out of your hand.

“ I would like to learn how to control my ability. I have a good hold on creative single flowers.” Plucking the daisy out of your hand with a cringe, you handed it to the buff man (who you assumed was Logan, as from earlier). He grunted, before taking it in his large fingers.

“ But if I try to grown multiple things this happens.”

Turning your palm down, you clenched a fist. Vines began growin out of the ground. They were calm at first, but as you continues they got bigger and grew larger. Wrapping around your ankles and slithering up your legs. What seemed like a scene right out of a horror scene soon died, as they wilted and turned to dirt.

Mr.Xavier looked interested. He was holding the daisy you had handed to Logan. He was examining it close. His eyes were looking at every detail closely. It made you almost nervous. You had never doubted your ability to make flowers till now.

“ Oh don’t worry, Im just examining the flower. Its rather beautiful.”

This freaked you out a bit, but it shouldn’t have surprised you. Someone who wasn’t scared of your ability at all, would have had one of their own. Especially someone who was offering to whisk you away to a school for people like you. Which you had doubted were actually real.

“ Right. So you can read minds, what about your friend.” Turning to the wolf like man, he grunted before showing off his ability. Claw like blade grew from his hand. Honestly, it freaked you out a little. Shivering a little, you turned back to the man.

“ When exactly can we leave? Id love to take you up on your offer.”

“ Why don’t you pack a bag and we’ll get going.” He chuckled, placing the flower on his lap. His eyes looked at yours with amusement and joy.

Look out ‘cause here I come. And Im marching to the beat I drum. Im not scared to be seen.

The ride, was tiring. It took a car trip, and a plane ride. All of it you were skeptical for, but eventually you relaxed with a nap on the plane. Of course with your bag clenched to you in case you had to make a run for it.

When you arrived at the institute, you were blown away. You didn’t expect to be living in a mansion! Of course it would have other kids. Which you were now sure existed cause you saw some playing frisbee and some studying under trees.

Logan had walked off to go yell at some kids. You were too busy to notice, as you admired the garden and the all around look. It was so pretty. Nothing like your old place. It felt more open. It felt welcoming. The people would wave to you, say hello and smile when you passed. You weren’t really paying attention to what Mr.Xavier was saying. Everything was so entrancing.

“ And right this way into the mansion.”

Stepping up the stairs, you helped open the large doors. Standing in the middle of the foyer, you were frozen. It was so tall! There were multiple people in the foyer. Alot of them were just minding their own business. But there was some commotion happening. One girl was phasing through people as she ran, while the guy next to her was skating past on ice that he left behind. The frost coming off actually made you shiver and shrivel up a bit. They were followed by a boy who was appearing and disappearing in blue puffs. He had actually accidentally almost tripped over you but had managed to poof away. With a cough you waved away the lingering smoke.

“So, what do you think?” Mr. Xavier rose a brow at you, waiting for a response. Yet you were speechless. It was all amazing. Everything you needed and more.

“ Its breathtaking.”

I make no apologizes. This is me.

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