#erik lenhsherr

[countrymusiclover]

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Addison Shaw, as in the daughter of Sebastian Shaw. Yes, you heard me correctly... Erik Lehnsherr is on the hunt for who he calls his creator. He seeks revenge and hates him for what he did to him. Yet along the way, he can't hide that he feels something for the daughter of the man he wants to kill.

One - The Man Who Can Control Metal

Two - We’re not Alone

Three - We Can Actually Have Trust

Four - Second Chances Can Happen

Five - Our Own Release

Six - The Day before Cuba

Seven - Cuba Beach

Eight - Cuba Beach pt 2

Nine - 50 Years From Now?

Ten - Erik and JFK

Eleven- Reunions and the Pentagon

Twelve - Intense Plane Conversations

Thirteen - My Life with Charles Xavier

Fourteen - Still On Different Sides

Fifteen - Professor X and Mystique

Sixteen - The Future War

Seventeen - Changing the Future

Eighteen - The Lehnsherr Family

Nineteen - The X Gene

Twenty - Simple Life Gone Wrong

Twenty One - Lehnsherr Revenge

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tag list - ask to be added (in my ask box please) @aintinacage @hiraethrhapsody @mostlymarvelgirl @importantgalaxyrunaway

[fouralignments]

Dadneto & Quickson Headcanon time!

Erik makes homemade versions of Cosmic brownies, Twinkies, snowballs, cupcakes and doughnuts and Peter really REALLY approves. The best way to get Peter to love is through his stomach, which is bottomless and always hungry.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 1 ~ 41

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,845ish

Summary: A plan to break into the Pentagon is formed and carried out.

Warning(s): a lot of movie dialogue, fights

Notes: Check out the Everyday Moments Masterlist for more moments of our favorite couple! Also, the chapter numbers will continue from the main storyline.

Reminder: I DO NOT do taglists. Please don’t ask. Please follow and interact! I appreciate any reblogs, likes, comments, and asks! 

Your hands were itching to burn up as you let thirty minutes pass. You were in the back of the mansion, walking through what you figured were once perfectly manicured gardens. James had yet to emerge, and you were growing concerned.

“Y/N!” You heard his concerned voice before you could see him. He came jogging up to you, eyes checking you over. “You needed to wait by the car."

“Why?” You asked. “It's not like I can't handle myself."

“Because you don't know this place.”

“And you do?”

Logan sighed. “Let’s just go inside. We have a plan to form.” 

Logan went to reach for your hand but quickly realized he shouldn’t and stuffed them into his leather jacket pockets. He led you around the mansion and inside. You quickly noticed two men standing around the table in the entryway with blueprints on the table.

“Charles, Hank, this is my wif—this is Y/N,” Logan introduced, coughing to try and cover up his mistake. Your head snapped to face James as you caught his mistake.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Charles pulled your attention, holding out his hand. “I'm Charles Xavier."

You tentatively shook his hand. “Nice to meet you,” you mumbled. Logan stuffed his hands further into his pockets as he sensed how on edge you were. He wanted to reach over and pull you close, but knew he shouldn't.

“And this is my friend, Hank McCoy.”

“Hello,” Hank greeted.

“Hi,” you replied. You stepped up to the table and looked at the blueprints. “Wait… these are for the Pentagon. What are you doing with these?”

“We, uh,” Logan reached up and scratched the back of his neck. “We kinda need to break someone out.”

“Wait? James. You can’t be serious. I thought you said that we were protecting someone from dying and someone from getting captured. We—we’re done with this life. I thought that—"

“I know, sweetheart.” Logan placed his hands on your arms, trying to ground your racing thoughts. “One last job. Then we’re free.”

“You promised… I didn’t think that this mission would mean this. Breaking someone out of the Pentagon.”

Logan could see it in your eyes. The trust you had put in him was slipping away. “This job will ensure that we are safe. I promise.”

You studied James with a hesitancy that made you want to run. “Okay…”

Logan gave your arms a light squeeze before he ran his hands down your arms and pulled away. “Okay,” he turned to focus on the table, "what do we know?”

“The room they're holding him in was built during the Second World War, when there was a shortage of steel,” Hank explained. “So the foundation is pure concrete and sand. No metal.”

“He's being held a hundred floors beneath the most heavily guarded building on the planet,” Charles added.

“Who is being held?” you asked.

“His name is Erik Lehnsherr.”

“What?” You looked at James. “You’re a serious idiot if you think it's wise to break him out.”

“Why is Erik in there?” Logan wondered.

“What do you mean why is he in there? Don't you remember?"

“Uh,” he glanced at the other two men for help, in which there was none. “Jog my memory.”

“Erik Lenhsherr killed JFK.”

“He killed…?”

"What else explains a bullet miraculously curving through the air?” Charles chuckled. “Erik's always had a way with guns. Are you sure you want to carry on with this?” The way Charles looked at James filled you with uneasiness. 

“This is your plan, not mine.”

James’ answer had you tilting your head in confusion.

“We don't have any resources to get us in,” Hank said.

“Or out,” Charles added. “It’s just me and Hank.”

“I knew a guy,” Logan said. “Yeah, he'd be a young man now. Grew up outside of D.C.” He chuckled, and his eyes looked like he was reliving a memory in his mind. You stared at him, taking in his words, which didn't sit right with you. It was all past tense, yet he said that the person was a young man. "He could get into anywhere. I just don’t know how the hell we're gonna find him."

“Is Cerebro out of the question?” Hank asked Charles quietly. Charles looked away, causing Hank to sigh. 

“If only you guys had internet.”

“What’s internet?” you asked.

“Uh, something from the military. Yeah.”

“We have a phone book,” offered Hank.

“Sure. Grab it.”

Hank walked off, and Charles turned his attention to you. He was studying you like he could read your mind, making you want to shrink away. Logan noticed you taking a step back, and he took a step toward you.

“And what's your mutation, Y/N?” Charles wondered.

“Uh, I have a healing ability, nothing compared to James, but it gets the job done,” you answered. “I also can create and control fire." You turned a hand around, palm up, and formed a flame.”

“Beautiful.”

“You’re forgetting one, sweetheart,” Logan said.

You looked at James, confused. “No, I’m not,” you responded. 

“Yes, you're forgetting your ability to—“ Logan cut himself off as he remembered that you didn't know about that ability and you wouldn’t for another thirty years. “Nevermind. I was thinking of someone else.” 

“No, you weren't." You crossed your arms over your chest. “What are you not telling me?"

“I’m going to help Hank,” Charles muttered before hurrying off.

“Princess, I’m—"

“Princess?” You repeated. “What are with these nicknames? And this plan? What are we doing here, James? I’m serious. If you don't tell me the truth, I am going to walk out that door and you'll never see me again.”

“No, sweetheart, please,” Logan lunged forward and took your hands in his. “You just need to trust me. I know I keep saying that, but I mean it. I'm trying to protect you here. I’m trying to save us… save you.”

“James… what are you talking about? I’m right here.”

“Yes, but the Sent—but Stryker is still out there. You and I both know that he won’t give us a break. Doing this will give him something else to worry about and then we are off. Anywhere and everywhere.” The way you were staring back at him, Logan could tell that you were still on the verge of leaving. “Give me a week. One week. If after that you don't trust me anymore, you can run.”

“One week. Not a second more.”

You tore your hands free from his grip and followed after Charles and Hank. Logan sighed, hands on his hips and head hanging. It hadn't even been twenty-four hours and the mission was moving at a snail's pace while you were slipping through his fingers. He was growing concerned that he was changing too much of your shared past and that it would change your relationship permanently.

~~~

The four of you ended up in a suburb outside of D.C. You still didn't understand how James knew of this young man, but you were going with it.

“Here, here, here," Logan said, trying to get Charles to stop the car.

“Where?” Charles wondered.

“Just stop here!”

“All right, all right.” He pulled over and parked in front of the house Logan had pointed out.

Logan got out of the car and quickly opened your door. Without even a second thought, Logan grabbed your arm and gently guided you out of the car. You were growing more confused with every passing second. Logan, realizing what he had done, quickly pulled away and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Next time, I'm driving,” Logan muttered, leading the way to the door. 

After Logan knocked at the door, an annoyed woman answered it.

“What’s he done now?” She asked with a sigh. “I will just write you a check for whatever he took.”

“We just need to talk to him,” Logan stated.

The woman turned around with a sigh. “Peter, the cops are here. Again.”

She let your group in. Logan placed a hand on the small of your back, protectively, as you headed further into the house. A young girl dressed up in play clothes looked up at the two of you.

“I’m a princess," she said. “What are you?”

Logan took his glasses off with a small smirk. “I’m the Wolverine,” he answered. "Where's your brother?”

She pointed to a basement door, and the four of you headed down.

“The Wolverine?” you questioned quietly to James.

“Shit,” he muttered. This whole thing was harder than he thought. “It's a Canadian folk tale. Victor used to call me that in the army.”

“He did? I never heard him say that.”

“Yeah, well, there's a lot of things you don't know.”

The way you drew in a sharp breath had Logan instantly regretting his words. At this point in your timeline, the two of you were still getting to know each other, so it wasn't like it was a lie. It was just a reminder that you trusted someone to save you, who you didn't really know. 

Pulling away from James, you headed down the stairs faster. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you saw a young man playing ping-pong by himself. His mutation was clearly super speed, and he was using it to quickly go between the two sides to hit the ping-pong ball.

“What do you guys want?” The young man asked. “I didn’t do anything.” He zipped from the ping-pong table to the couch behind you. “I've been here all day."

“Just relax, Peter. We’re not cops,” Logan told him.

"Of course, you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be driving a rental car."

“How did you know we’ve got a rental car?” Charles asked.

“I checked your registration when you were walking to the door. I also had some time to kill so I went through your rental agreement. Saw you were from out of town. Are you FBI?” Peter zipped passed Charles, taking his wallet and looking through it. “No, you’re not cops. Hey, what's with this gifted youngsters place?” Peter dropped the wallet and the card he had taken out of it before zipping away.

“That’s an old card.”

"He's fascinating,” Hank smiled.

“He’s a pain in the arse.”

“What, a teleporter?”

“No, he's just fast,” Logan said. “And when I knew him, he wasn't so... young.”

“When you knew him?” You repeated.

“Y/N—“

“I’m going to wait outside.”

You marched up the stairs and headed outside. Your body was heating up, threatening to fire you into a human torch. That man inside wasn't your James, though he may look like him. There was something going on that you were being left in the dark about, and you were not okay with that. Who knows how long you were out there until you heard the familiar sound of James' boots.

“Please don't leave.” His voice was more broken than you had ever heard it.

You closed your eyes, trying to shove down the feelings you had for the man. “I’m not… I just needed to cool down."

Logan nodded despite the fact that you weren't able to see it. “Sweetheart—“

“Go get Peter’s help. I’m going to stay out here.”

Logan sighed. He was losing you with each word that slipped from his mouth. He took a step toward you. “The kid will help us.”

“Okay.”

“I, uh, I think you should—“ Logan stopped himself before finishing the thought. He believed that you should stay with Hank during the plan, but he knew if he made that decision for you, he would only be pushing you further away. “Do you want to stick with Hank on the mission or Charles and I?"

He surprised you that he was giving you a choice. Normally, on missions, James would insist that you would stick with the safer option. That would be with Hank. He was giving you an option, like an olive branch. Slowly, you turned around.

“You’ll let me stay with you?" you asked cautiously. 

“If that's what you want,” he replied.

“And, if needed, you won’t stop me from fighting alongside you?” You could see the thought of you fighting weighed on him. “If you’re insisting that we do this mission for our safety, then you can't say no."

“I won't stop you.” He slowly walked over to you. “I’m sorry that I’m putting you in danger when I promised to keep you safe.” 

He reached for you, stopping before he could make contact with your waist. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, reminding him that you were standing there alive while a version of you was cold and dead in an unmarked grave.

“You keep doing that,” you stated.

“Uh?”

“Touching me, not touching me. It's... new.”

“I’m sorry.” His hands were quickly stuffed in his pockets. “Just worried."

“Hey, lovebirds!" Peter exclaimed, zipping over. “Our we breaking into the Pentagon or what?”

~~~

Logan, you, Charles, and Hank entered the Pentagon as though you were on a tour. Peter zipped away to go start his part of the plan. Not long into the tour, Logan, you, and Charles slipped away, leaving Hank to fulfill his part while still on the tour. The three of you headed down to the lower levels, to the kitchen. With a flick of your wrist, you caused every burner in the kitchen to go up in flames, triggering the fire alarm and the sprinklers. Logan couldn't help but smirk as the three of you went into the kitchen and saw your handy work. The flames were not dulling with the water as you were still fully in control.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,” Charles exclaimed, taking charge, "this is a Code Red situation. We are evacuating the entire floor so that my associates and I can, uh, secure the prison.”

The kitchen staff rushed out of the room, leaving the two guards at the elevator.

“Who are you?" One of the guards questioned, stepping forward.

“We’re special operations, CB-FB-CID,” Charles lied. “Perhaps you didn't hear me when first I spoke, but it is imperative that you understand we're in a complete lockdown situation. We have to get you to the third floor—“

Logan lunged forward, annoyed. He punched one of the guards in the gut before grabbing a nearby frying pan and quickly using it to knock out the guards. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Logan said, turning to Charles. “Were you finished?” His eyes caught sight of you staring at him, the fires growing behind you. He smirked. “Uh, sweetheart, the fire."

“Oh!” You exclaimed, quickly extinguishing the flames. “Sorry."

“I’m sorry,” Charles cut in. He grabbed a key from one of the guards and inserted it into the hole near the elevator. “I’m just not very good with violence.”

The elevator bell dinged, causing Charles to turn around. Standing there was Peter and Erik with a security guard duck taped to the wall.

“Charles?” Erik questioned. 

Before anything else could happen, Charles punched Erik in the face. Erik fell back onto the floor as Charles groaned in pain. 

“Good to see you too, old friend,” Erik groaned. “And walking."

“No thanks to you,” Charles spat as Erik stood up.

“You’re the last person in the world I expected to see today.”

“Believe me, I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to. If we get you out of here, we do it my way. No killing.”

“No helmet. I couldn’t disobey you even if I wanted."

“I’m never getting inside of that head again. I need your word, Erik.”

“Nobody move!” A guard shouted as a group of them ran into the room with plastic guns drawn. Logan protectively stepped in front of you. “Hold it right there!”

“Charles,” Erik muttered.

“Don’t move! Hands up, or we will shoot!"

"Freeze them, Charles.”

"I can’t,” Charles replied. Erik held his hands up, causing the metal to move. “No!” 

The guards fired on your group. But within a blink of an eye, all the guards were taken down, and Peter was across the room. The bullets that should have hit you all, hit the elevator door, causing you to jump. Without a second thought, Logan was turned around, and his hands were gently cupping your face.

“Honey, are you okay?” He fretted over you. You could see the genuine fear in his eyes, scaring you. His heart was hammering in his chest with the fear that he could lose you, completely losing your future relationship. “Are you hurt?”

Your hands came up to his wrists, gently grasping them. "James, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m am… are you okay?”

He nodded, pulling his hands away from you. “As long as you are.” You could tell that those words held something deeper, something he wasn't telling you that was beyond this ridiculous mission.

“Are you sure?”

“Like I said, as long as you are okay, I am too.”

next chapter >

[mooniel]

Idk if you still want some cherik prompts, but if you do, what about:

Smth that seems like one of their serious fights at first, and then turns out to be about smth silly (maybe monopoly) in the end. The people around them are so done

i love this!!!!! i am sleep deprived with a hurt back so i hope it makes sense!!!

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It wasn't unusual for the residents at Xavier Institute to have their morning sleep interrupted by shouting matches.

The best they could do was turn around, put their pillow over their head and hope that whatever argument the Professor and Mr. Lenhsherr were having would end soon.

Five minutes into the screams, Peter realized that might not be the case for today.

As slowly as it was possible for him, Peter left his bed and walked around the mansion, following the sounds of the fight, until he reached Charles' office and stared at the open door, where both men were looking at each other, hands moving desperately.

"I do not care, Erik," the Professor was saying, voice hoarse and tired. "I felt betrayed, you need to get hold of your actions and how they can affect others."

Peter noticed how his father's expression changed slightly, his lips trembling for a second before he composed himself.

"If you cannot accept me for my actions, Charles, then you do not accept me as I am."

At that, Peter's eyes almost jumped out of his skull. This was way more serious than he had imagined. He absolutely had to intervine.

"Hey, guys, don't you think is best to have a cup of coffee and some bread before having serious fights so loud that all the children can hear you?"

"Don't, Peter," his dad cut him off, crossing his arms and turning away from the professor. "If this is how Charles feels, he should say it."

At that, Charles rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. "You know what you did Erik, and this time I simply cannot forgive you."

Peter could feel the blood leaving his face and his heart starting to beat desperately in his chest. The two of them had just gotten their shit together, there was no way it was already ending.

Scared, Peter turned to his father.

"What have you done this time?" he asked, already fearing the answer. It had to be bad. He probably killed someone innocent in front of Charles and laughed.

At Erik's lack of response, Charles let out a laugh. "He cheated, that's what he did. And for the last time."

The world stopped around Peter. That was not unusual for him, but the inability to breath that came with it was. He repeated Charles' words in his head nonstop, trying to make himself believe he heard it wrong.

"You- You cheated?"

"I did." Erik said, serious. "But so did Charles."

"And that was ages ago, Erik. I thought we had an agreement."

An agreement? About cheating? Peter was feeling sick.

Erik seemed to have calmed down now, after a feel moments with his eyes closed and back turned to Charles. Reluctantly, he looked back at him.

"I think- I think the best for us would be-" he started, and Peter was about to cry. He couldn't believe he was witnessing his dad breaking up with the love of his life because he cheated. "Charles, I think we should never play Monopoly again."

Fuck.

What?

"I believe you are correct, darling," the sad smile on Charles' only made Peter more confused. There was no way he was hearing things right.

"I apologize for stealing the money," Erik whispered, approaching Charles' face with his own. "I should never have cheated."

"Yeah, you shouldn't."

Before he saw more than he should, Peter ran back to his bedroom to scream at his pillow.

One day, he would murder both of them

[vinthelantern]

ERIK MOFO LENHSHERR IS SO TS CODED. FIGHT ME.

[fancychaostraveller]

ReviveCherik2024 - Cooking

For the #ReviveCherik2024 Day11 : AU - Day26 : Cooking, based on @clockwork-stars's astonishing culinary talents !

The AU is set on a modern!Uni -verse where Erik and Charles met on a protest thanks to Raven, Charles' sister, that is in Erik's brotherhood.

Erik is fighting for mutants' rights by organising protests across the city and sometimes escalating (obviously because of the policemen, he says), and also leading riots when "It is necessary". He is not against breaking government stuff if those can be used against mutants, and have quite a group of followers (and his most trusted form the Brotherhood, which is more of the 'Hardcore rioting club' than anything hazardous) (Ps : Edie Lenhsherr is still alive!!! She also supports his son and taught him how to sew so he could make himself his Magneto suit)

Charles on the other hand can be found at peaceful protest, but he mainly persuades his scientific degree to prove to the world they are not so different and educate people. He also doubles as "TA" for younger mutant students to help them control their powers if needs arise. Charles knows about Erik's "Club" and is unconvinced by it.

~~~

~~~

Magneto was looking over his Brotherhood, quite bored if he had to say so himself. Their 'meeting' -if you could even name it that- had started what feels like hours ago -a good 15min- and they were getting nowhere.

He looked across the room and threw an exasperate glance at Mystique, who was clearly laughing at him mentally. He admittedly had been the one to insist for a weekly reunion, but he hadn't thought it would end up being so mundane and repetitive. Was it his fault if he had expected grand bravado operations, explosions, spying and all those great things we see in movies nowaday?

He could nearly hear Charles nagging about it in his mind -Probably because he had been nagged telepathically a bit too often.- "Eril we're not in a movie and I will certainly not call you 'Magneto' when you're wearing that dreadful helmet and cape. Where did you even find those??? You should focus on peaceful protest, or else humans will truly fear us!" He repressed a sigh, annoyed but quite fond of the man that had managed to somehow -and it's a miracle when we take account of all the tweed the other was wearing- steal his heart.

He was snapped out of his thought by the sudden buzzing coming out of his pocket.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

He frowned. "Who in Hell..." All of his Brotherhood were present in the room. So, no one could be calling his burner phone. And no one else had this number, except his mom, just in case of emergency (and anyway, she was more likely to call his regular phone) or....

A sense of dreed washed over him. The only other person who had this number was Charles!

As soon as the realisation was made, his phone quite literally flew out of his pocket thanks to his power and he was taking the call, speaking sharply : '- What's wrong?'

A silence answered him for a few seconds -too many already- and then he heard Charles (His Charles, thank G-d) clearig his throat :

"...Erm.... Erik? I..... I swear to God it's not my fault"

Embarassment and... Guilt(?) were laced in Charles' tone, and Eri- Magneto's face suddently morphed into a deadpanned expression, feeling all his previous worries evaporate. Because there was only one situation where Charles would speak like that. Oh L-rd.

'- What have you done?' he asked.

"I was cocking rice right? And before you ask, no I didn't add too much wa- Oh bOllOCkS"

More chatter could be heard throught the phone, and a quick glace toward his Brotherhood showed him that Mystique had too understood what her brother was up too. Unfortunately. He vagelly heard her muttered a "Is he burning the house down AGAIN???" before registering what else Charles had to say :

"WHY does it smell like burned food??? All I did was boiling water!!"

'- I told you not to cook by yourself...' was his only answer, voice as blank and emotionless as his face.

"It's literally just rice!" Charles answered cheeckily as if he wasn't burning down the house at this exact moment.

Erik had a sudden thought, imagining Charles sitting outside their shared flat burning down, with a stubborn expression that could read "I don't get it, my cooking skill are not that bad" even if the fireworkers were called on site. And then he sighed, and called off the meeting.

And yes, @clockwork-stars is this bad at cooking rice. We told them everything to know to cook better rice after that and they still can't do it- But they manage pasta so I mean they won't die of hunger any time soon don't worry

[poetoflawed]

The Aftermath

Part 2 of The Mission NOTE: Again, this is based on the oc that @v-cain Writes about. This is part 2, and I tried to make it a similar ending to the 1st HTTYD movie. So, Hopefully, you like it!

Fandom: X-men

Warnings: Swearing (probably), fighting, hurt/comfort, fire, let me know if there's more.

Pairings: (All Platonic) Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader, Charles Xavier x gn!teen!reader, Erik Lenhsherr x gn!teen!reader

Y/n POV

Everything hurts, that's what I notice first. Slowly I try to open my eyes. Everything blurry, and too bright. I shift in a white bed, with sheets that feel like paper. I realize that I feel heavy. white wraps around my body, some stained red others crisp and pure. I manage to get myself upright, only then getting my bearings. I'm back at the academy, In the sterile infirmary. I look to my side and notice that Logan Has scrunched himself into those tiny uncomfortable hospital chars, and fallen asleep. Without waking him, I Manage to Make my way out of the room, I decided that rest is what he needed. when he wakes up i can let him know I'm ok...

Logans POV

Goddamn, these hospital chairs. I keep telling Xavier, that we need new chairs. since there's always someone in the infirmary for one thing or another. As I'm trying to work out the knot in my shoulder I look at the bed and notice that their bed is empty...

Panic sets in as I hear rustling in the hall. I franticly make my way out and see Y/N quietly talking to a nurse,

"the hell are you doing out of bed?!" I ask with a slight tinge of panic peaking through

"i wanted to talk to the nurse, and you were sleeping." Y/N quietly says looking down.

"it's fine, you scared me is all..."

"me? i scared logan, THE wolverine?" they tease

"ok no you know what, go back to bed" i say trying to not let the smile making its way on my face too visible.

note: i will eventually make a part three....

[bellarkeselection]

Favorite Fandom & Favorite Character From That Fandom (You Can List More Than One)

Oh my, this is seriously going to be a long list if I had to list all the fandoms I write for on my masterlist. So I’m just gonna list the ones I have currently been reading/writing for when I get some down time from college 😉

Klaus Mikaelson - vampire diaries

Kayce Dutton - Yellowstone

Rocket Raccoon - Guardians of the Galaxy

Charles Xavier and Erik Lenhsherr - X - Men

Tony Stark - Marvel (yes I know gotg is in mcu but I like to separate them and X-men)

Obi Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

[strangestcase]

Leo looking at any relationship that's about an angry murderous orphan/deeply traumatized Jew and an equally unhinged but deeply priveledged character who is either disabled or neurodivergent and maybe a telepath: So we're writing discount cherik* again, got it.

(*cherik is Charles Xavier/ Erik Lenhsherr aka Magneto)

Me staring any other Jewish vigilante/anti-hero and any other disabled telepath who have friendly rivalry: That is the most inaccurate way to describe their relationship.

You ever catch yourself writing the one ship as if it's another (perhaps more familiar) ship?

that happens to me a lot with hydeseek and twobats if I’m being honest lol

[sacredpyre]

Erik lenhsherr?

Send me a Character and I'll tell you if my Muse would sleep with them Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

"Maybe. I do believe there's good in him."

[countrymusiclover]

Two - We're not Alone

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Part 3

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Erik and I had left and traveled to another spot where he had gotten information on some more Nazi’s that were still alive. I didn’t agree with what he was doing but I somewhat understand why he was so frustrated and wanted blood. Walking through the hot streets he opened the door and let me inside first. “How much longer are we going to do this, Lehnsherr?”

“You can leave anytime you want.” He responded reaching for the door handle not saying another word until we were inside the bar.

“Afternoon, gentlemen. Hot out there.” Erik sat down on a barstool hanging his white hat and jacket on a hook. “Beer, please. German bear. Of course.”

“Yes, it’s bitburger. You like it?” One of the men that was wearing a yellow shirt responded by eyeing me with a smirk on his face. “You got yourself quite a fine lady there.”

Shifting around on my barstool I corrected the man. “Oh no. We’re not together.”

“Well then maybe I can buy you another round.” He suggested with a cocky smile.

Erik turned around putting one hand on my hip and I could tell that his grip was more intense than it should have been. “Don’t lie to the men, darling. She’s just trying to be nice, gentleman.”

“I-“ I started to say something but decided against it.

“What brings you to Argentina?” Erik picked up his beer, drinking it slowly before he asked the two men sitting at the table.

“The climate. I'm a pig farmer.” One guy wearing yellow drank his beer.

The other guy in a white shirt spots up. “Tailor. Since I was a boy. My father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf.”

“My parents were from Dusseldorf.” Erik got to his feet and went sitting down at the table with the pair.

The white shirt man asked. “Ah. What was their name?”

“They didn't have a name. It was taken away from them…” The mutant who could control metal raised his beer glass and clinked it with each of theirs. “By pig farmers...And tailors.”

Raising my glass to my mouth I took a long drink being able to feel the tense that was in the bar. The bartender stared at me silently while I tapped the fingers of my freehand on the table. “Three…two…one.” I mumbled under my breath glancing over my shoulder seeing him turn over his arm and show the pair the nazi numbers they gave him.

The man that wore a yellow shirt moved his freehand downward where I clicked my tongue. “Tsk not smart dude.” He attempted to stab Erik but he managed to grab the blade and hold his arm down on the table with his other hand.

“Blood and honor.” Erik glared at the man, reading the words engraved on the blade. “Which would you care to shed first?”

The man whispered back. “We were under orders…”

Erik declared stabbing the man in the hand and he screamed, alerting the bartender to rush to the back and come back with a handgun. “Blood then.”

“Freeze, asshole.”

The other guy got to his feet telling the bartender. “Come on, shoot.”

Downing the rest of my beer I quickly moved behind the bartender who didn’t have enough time to stop me. Raising my hands to the sides of his head my hands turned red and he winced sharply. “Argh!”

Erik used his power making the guy move the handgun and pulled the trigger on the other guy who was standing. “Nice trick, Shaw girl.”

“You know my name, Lehnsherr!” I grumbled removing my hands from the man’s head when he still held his head and lowered himself to his knees while I stood behind him.

He didn’t respond at first and rather focused on the men. The knife left the guy's hand and stabbed the bartender in the gut. Then it came back into Erik’s hand and he stabbed the blade into the Nazi’s hand again. The man screamed, whimpering. “Who... what are you?”

“Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster.” Erik ran a hand through his hair getting up and standing in front of the picture of my father before he turned around and shot the guy still alive at the table. “And I'm looking for my creator.”

Bending myself down on a knee I noticed the handgun that had fallen to the floor. Picking it up the bartender was crying with blood before I held the weapon out for Erik. “Here you do it. I’m not going to kill somebody.”

“You’re infuriating, Addison.” He takes it from my smaller hand compared to his larger one.

He turned slightly to the guy with the knife in his hand and he fired the trigger causing me to cover my ears when the weapon went off. “Say that about yourself - ah!”

Heading towards the door I ran my hands over the fabric of the gray short sleeve shirt I wore. I had paired it with some Jeans and some brown boots. Tying my hair up in a ponytail since it was so hot there. Exiting the bar I almost made it to the car trying to open the door but it shut the second I got it opened. “Seriously, what are you five or something?”

“I’m the same as you. But you seem to be acting like one right now. You refuse to accept that you aren’t cut out for this and you won’t tell me what your power truly is.” He rolled his eyes.

Throwing my arms away from my sides I snapped. “Maybe because you haven’t proven you are trustworthy!”

“I have been letting you tag along with me this whole time who could have killed you a long time ago.” The German man snapped at me. “So what are you bringing to this partnership?”

Flaring my nose I huffed not wanting to hear another snarky remark from him. “How about you tell me, Metal man cause from where I stand I haven’t been much help to your mission.”

“I would say it’s because I enjoy your company but that wouldn’t be true.” Erik smirked down dryly. Yet unknown to either of them at the time that would be so close to the truth that we wouldn’t believe it later down the road.

Showing him the finger I just started stomping away not being able to stand his face anymore. “Goodbye Erik Lehnsherr. Hopefully your revenge plan is worth it!”

“What if I helped you find out why your mother left.” He blurted out causing me to halt in my boots. Slowly focusing my attention back to him I formed my hands into fists at my sides just staying still for a brief moment.

My father would never talk about my mother. I just knew that she left when I was younger. So finding out why was really important to me. She was just as valuable as Erik’s mother was to him, so how could I refuse. “If I help you find my father then you’ll find out what happened to my mother.”

“Yes, I will.” He vowed with those deep eyes of his that I sometimes found myself getting lost in. All the while I had to fight myself and not imagine what it would be like to kiss him or how attractive he was.

It was a few weeks before we had traveled to the most current location that my father was supposed to be at. It was a boat somewhere in America. Erik had slipped on a diving suit and I had one on as we snuck onto the boat. Hiding around the corner Erik drew a knife moving around the corner about to strike my father until there was a blonde woman with him that turned to glass and he held his head in pain. “Little Erik lensherr.”

The blonde declared. “He's here to kill you.”

“What kind of a greeting is that...After all these years?” My father tilted his head upwards, being able to sense that someone else was there with them. “It's rude to join a conversation, Addison.”

Slowly coming around the corner I clasped my hands together in front of me. “Hello father.”

Erik grabbed the knife from inside his suit and launched it towards Shaw's chest. But the blonde that quickly turned her body into crystal grabbed it. She ran forward and threw him over the side of the ship. “Erik!”

“Emma. We don't harm our own kind.” My father taunts her.

Emma glanced in my direction. “What about her?”

“She's my daughter. I'm surprised to see you after all this time. How have you been-”

He went to touch my face but I snagged his wrist harshly in my nails and he winced seeing my hand turn red taking some of his power. “Don’t pretend like you care about me now.”

“Ah! What the…you're like me.” He gasped and I could see amazement flash through his eyes until we heard a boat horn coming towards us. “Ah! Now it's a party.”

“This is the US coast guard. Do not attempt to move your vessel. Stay where you are.” Someone from the guard ships called out. There was another mutant working with my father who used wind and drowned some guys on smaller boats who were coming towards our boat.

Noticing the knife on the ground I quickly pick it up seeing Emma and my father have their backs to me. “You can do this, Addi.” I whispered to myself attempting to run up and press the blade to my father’s neck.

Yet the blonde spun around holding me by the throat and I dropped the knife clawing her arm for breath. “Nice try. Which would you prefer? My way or the water.”

“Urgh!” I croaked through the discomfort.

My father grabbed her shoulder. “Let her go, Emma. We need to go.” She launched me over the side of the ship and I hugged my knees to my chest before I got merged into the cold water.

Blinking my eyes open I held my breath hoping someone would figure out that Erik and I were in the water. Looking around I almost gasped seeing a sub coming out the bottom of the ship meaning that my father was getting away. Yet the sub wasn't going far and then my eyes shifted to the end of it and saw Erik swimming and using his power to hold the sub from leaving. Swimming over to him I could see he was having a hard time right before someone jumped down into the water right behind him. “You can't. You'll drown. You have to let go. I know what this means to you, but you're going to die. Please, Erik, calm your mind.”

I held in a gasp hearing someone’s voice inside my mind before he managed to drag Erik up to the surface. Kicking my legs and arms I released a sharp gasp getting my head above water. “Get off me! Get off!” Erik pushed the stranger off of him.

“Calm down! Just breathe. We're here!” The stranger hollered clearly back to the coast guard ships.

Erik gasped, splashing to keep his head above water. “Who are you? “

“My name is Charles Xavier.” The man with brown hair and bright blue eyes introduced himself.

Kicking my legs I eyed Charles as he called himself in awe. “What made you think it was a good idea to jump into freezing water like that?”

“I couldn't let either of you drown. Especially when there was something I could do to rescue you.” He explained with a smile.

The man who said he hated me questioned the man. “You were in my head. How did you do that?”

“You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you. Just calm your mind.” Charles said seeing the guard getting closer to the three of us.

Erik breathed out. “I thought I was alone.”

That sentence made me both sad and annoyed at him. ‘What am I invisible or something’ I thought to myself not caring if Charles could read my mind.

“You're not alone. Erik, you're not alone.” Charles declared shifting his attention over to me. “What's your name, love?”

I thought about saying my full name but decided not to. “Addi…Addi Shaw.” The guard ships finally reached us and we all got back on the ship and into some dry clothes. I changed into some dark jeans, some black boots and white sweater. I finished tying only two strands of my hair back with a clip and left the rest down. Charles had introduced me and Erik to a CIA guy and girl. He also had a sister who said her name was Raven but I didn't know her mutation yet. “Welcome to my facility. My mission has been to investigate the application of paranormal powers in military defense.” The CIA man explained when we all got out of the limo car.

Erik corrected the man walking beside Charles. “Or offense.”

“This guy Shaw, schmidt, whatever you want to call him,

He's working with the Russians.” The man kept explaining why he had called us in. “We might need your help to stop him.”

Charles clasped his hands together. “Marvelous. So we're to be the CIA's new mutant division, yes?”

“Something like that.” The CIA responded, leading the others inside and leaving the three of us outside for a moment.

Erik passed, eyeing me silently before Charles raised a brow in my direction, curious. “Addi, I was just wondering what relationship do you have with this guy Shaw?”

“He's my…He’s my father.” I sucked in a breath seeing Charles part his lips in shock, and we didn't say another word and headed inside with the others.

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La Familia Lenhsherr

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CH5sSdc by MeowAndWhale Logan se pierde, la familia Lenhsherr lo ayuda. Words: 1809, Chapters: 1/7, Language: Español Fandoms: X-Men - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Logan (X-Men), Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Logan (X-Men)/Pietro Maximoff Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Erik Lehnsherr, Omega Charles Xavier, Murder, Brutal Murder, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Child Murder read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CH5sSdc

[ssminos]

This scene Is based in this fic:

The wound that would not heal by Roguexvi

[sherloctopus]

i had a dream

where i was watching a theater performance by james mcavoy and michael fassbender. charles was juggling a gun while clearly upset with erik. it went off 3x but he shot himself twice in the hand. charles looked distressed and then said to the audience “and that’s how i got paralyzed from the waist down” with a spotlight focused on him and the scene faded into the background

[definitelypsychic]

I’m just really glad to see Charles and Erik together again

[v-cain]

"Christmas Morning"

A/N: merry fucking christmas *tears down calendar that says it's June* sorry to everyone who requested fics that i blatantly ignored, i have had an excruciatingly stressful year, and i feel like if i wrote said requests they wouldnt turn out the best they could be. ENJOY!!!!! (also fucking finally got around to writing erik omg yaayyyy)

Fandom: X-men

Warnings: Swearing (probably), Dogs, Brief joke about murder, Mentions of alcohol (let me know if i missed any)

Pairings: (All Platonic) Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader, Charles Xavier x gn!teen!reader, Erik Lenhsherr x gn!teen!reader

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It was early on Christmas morning. Scott had woken you up at 6am and dragged you down the stairs to open presents with the rest of your friends. You decided that your present to him this Christmas was not murdering him for this act of treachery (and a small painting of Scott depicted as one of Snow White's dwarves).

You curled up on the couch with your loving dog Edo, half asleep, as everyone exchanged gifts. A pile of presents and wrapping paper were slowly building up on the floor. So far, you had received a pair of fuzzy socks that Kurt had crocheted, the Twilight book series from Jean, a Snow White colouring book from Scott, and a new glitter-pen stationery set from Jubilee. Among those gifts you also had a thick leather-bound notebook from Professor McCoy, "The Art Of War" by Sun-Tzu from Erik, and a pair of novelty dice from the Professor. You weren't sure why you got that last one but you appreciated it all the same. As the group surrounding you chattered and joked, your gaze drifted towards the door. Logan had gone on a trip a few weeks ago, with the promise of being back before Christmas. So far he had yet to make an appearance, which was worrying you, but you tried to focus your thoughts back to your friends.

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As the day went on, you found yourself glancing over to the door every few minutes, hoping Logan would walk in at any minute. You were currently trying to distract yourself by playing with Edo outdoors in the garden, despite the freezing cold. It wasn't working as well as you had hoped, as your mind still wandered and worried about Logan. Plus, your hands were getting numb.

As you throw a ball for Edo to catch, you hear someone walking up behind you. You turn, and are greeted with the site of Erik Lenhsherr, who has a mixture of a kind look and a "What the fuck are you doing out here in the freezing cold on Christmas?" look on his face. You knew Erik pretty well, despite the fact he had only moved into the mansion a few months ago, and the pair of you shared many pleasant conversations (which were all almost entirely about philosophy, western literature and cat memes.) You turn back around and watch as Edo runs up to you, a happy expression adorning his features.

"Might I ask why you aren't inside with everyone else?" Erik asked, watching Edo drop the ball in front of you, before his gaze turns to you. You pick up the slimy ball and pelt it across the yard. You watch Edo sprint after it, then deciding to say "Just thought I should appreciate nature at it's finest, s'all." You hear Erik sigh, and you turn back around to face him. His smile was gone now, instead replaced by creased eyebrows and a downturned mouth.

Erik shifted his shoulders, pondering what he should say, then sighed again. "I know you miss Logan, Y/N." Your gaze turns to the frost tipped grass as Erik continues, "And I know it's hard not having him here with you on Christmas." Erik pauses before saying "But I also know that if Logan were here, he wouldn't want you outside in the freezing cold, especially not alone." He paused again, then simply said with a small bit of worry evident in his voice "Come back inside, Y/N." You watch as Edo drops the ball further away and chases a bird around. You bite your the inside of your cheek, thinking for a moment, before agreeing "Ok." Erik smiled and patted you on the shoulder. "I'll see you inside." He turned and started walking away, then called after him "And put some gloves on!" You huff a small laugh and then whistle for Edo to come over. 

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It was now the late evening. Most of the younger kids had gone off to bed a while ago, so the living had the older kids and some of the teachers inside. An old re-run of 'Home Alone' was playing on the crappy TV that looked like it was around longer than Logan. Edo was curled up beside the fireplace, a content look on his face. Jean and Scott were leaning against each other on the couch, talking quietly amongst themselves. Jubilee and Kurt had gone to bed as they both apparently wanted to keep on track with their "sleep schedule", and wouldn't stay up for just another half hour. What a bunch of losers, you thought as you pulled on the socks Kurt crocheted for you.

You walk out of the living room, wandering down the hall towarss the main entrance. As you round the corner, you see the door open and Logan step in, covered in snow and rain. Your once bored expression turns into one of pure glee as you shout "LOGAN!" before barrelling into the man. Logan lets out a small 'oof' as you hug him, you wings wrapped around him. He hugs you back and says in his usual gruff manner "Missed you too, kid." You release him from your death grip and grin up at him, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "I have a present for you!" Logan raises an eyebrow, but before he can question the gift, you grab his hand and start dragging him towards the living room. As you walk, you ask Logan about where he went, and what it was like, and did he see any cute dogs, and did he take any photographs. He tried to keep up with your rapid fire questioning- that he was somewhat used to, after over a year of knowing you- when you arrive in the living room.

As the rest of the room greet Logan and make conversation with him, you walk over to the far corner of the room where you stashed your present for him during the morning. You fished out the present from behind a few books, which was brightly wrapped in pink wrapping paper, and had a pink bow stuck on top. As you turned around (nearly knocking over a vase with your tail due to your enthusiasm) you caught Erik throwing a questioning look at the present. In return you stuck your tongue out at him, to which he rolled his eyes and turned back around to Charles. You walked back over to Logan, who was standing near the fireplace, and stood in front of him. Logan looked down at you and raised an eyebrow when he spotted the present.

You thrust the present into his hands before holding your own behind your back. You smiled, slightly nervous, and said cheerfully "Open it!". Logan carefully unwrapped it, to reveal a mug. He turned the mug around and read the print on it, and laughed heartily. You grinned and laughed a bit yourself. "I'll use it everyday." Logan said, smiling down at the mug. The mug in question read; 'May contain Whiskey, Vodka and/or Beer' You had found it in a novelty gift shop a few months prior and thought it was perfect for Logan.

As you two talked, Logan thought about how grateful he was to have a little brat like you in his life. Sure, you could be a pain in the ass- especially when he was trying to teach you Maths- but you were a sweet kid. He didn't know where he'd be without you, his reminder to keep going and stick around. Meanwhile, you thought about how your life had been tipped upside down like a glass of water when you first entered the school, and then how quickly it was refilled. Your life had become so much better as you built your new home, your new family, that you loved so dearly. You were eternally grateful for your family, and hoped it would stay this way forever- filled with hugs, dogs, jokes, happiness and cat memes. Though, as you were surrounded by your loved ones chattering away, you had the dreading sense of feeling it wouldn't.