#erik lenhsherr

[fouralignments]

We need more Stepdad! Charles comforting Peter when he's in emotional distress.

All the while, Erik is looking into the room like this:

[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 -

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[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.

[bellarkeselection]

Hello can you write some fluff of Erick from x men taking care of reader who got covid. (I got covid I'm stuck in the hospital and need something to read)

Requests are closed until the 19th but when I read this requests I couldn't resist ❤️ Hope you feel better - sorry it's short

Perfect Caretaker

Laying on the couch I covered my nose trying to hold in a sneeze but it didn't work and I bit my tongue instead cursing afterwards. "Son on a gun!" Footsteps entered the room revealing my boyfriend Erik. He leans in the doorway arms crossed over his chest watching me. I was curled up in a blanket sniffing since I had got a cold from somewhere at my work. "Anything I can do, Y/n. You don't look too well." He asked concern in that deep voice of his.

"Not unless you can use your powes and make me better..." I grumbled searching for the TV remote having lost it in the covers. Suddenly an object flew past my head and into his hands revealing the now found remote. "Unfortunately honey it doesn't work that way. I can only control metal. But don't worry I can still help you in other ways." He strides over sitting down beside me on the couch wrapping his strong arms around my shaking body. Without thinking I lay my head in the crook of his neck sighing in relief at the feeling. "How can you help me, Erik - you can't make me better with your mutation?" I sneezed again where he hands me a tissue softly.

He tucked some hair that was in front of my eyes behind my ear making me look into his eyes. Despite what he says about himself I don't see him as the bad guy. By some miracle a mutant and a human can find common ground in this world. "Believe it or not daring I am used to taking care of someone who is sick. After all - when my mother would fall ill I would - uh nevermind you just get some rest and when you wake I'll make you something to eat." Snuggling into his chest I closed my eyes feeling a little better just by being in Erik's embrace like this.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[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.

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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....

[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

[rafasbiscuits]

B and V and any other one you want to do for the ask game

AA YAY A QUESTION. thank u for asking fisher 😘

B: A pairing-platonic, romantic or sexual-that you initially didn't consider, but someone changed your mind.

it's gotta be Charlie Swan and Carlisle Cullen from Twilight. Now idk what they are, I honestly think their pairing is romantic🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ but in the books and movies they are platonic, tired dads duo. I've rewatched twilight too much but I think two years ago I came across an online friend that posted on their IG story about this fic of them and boom. suddenly I'm a Charlisle shipper. (Best day of my life tbh)

V: which character do you relate to most?

Winter Soldier and Erik Lenhsherr. Bucky, I've always been told I'm hard to read and emotionally unavailable and distant and "neutral" (wtvr that means), though I honestly don't think so...I don't think I'm that kind of a dry texter but ig it's just..my face or personality or smth. I only began to realize this after being told about it the first time when I was 11 or so, and so Bucky became my little sweetheart because we are kind of similar, we love too hard but it's not easy to get that love, just alot of similarities. Erik, now see how similar these two are? Bucky and Erik? Yeah I kind of vibe w them💀 so Erik, both of us don't really see that much of a good in people (him the human race, me, humans in general) and we're not that forgiving either. I may not look like someone who's not forgiving because I do sometimes, but ik in my heart I still feel a bit mad inside when things don't go my way and ppl did something to hurt me. and there are way more things but its personal so I won't share😘

[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

[fouralignments]

Dark Phoenix headcanon to make you less angry about the injustice to the quicksohn!

Pietroneto!

Because of the fight with Jean. Her magic Phoenix bullshit accidently unlocked his secondary mutation and now we have a metal bender Peter in the world!

Gosh darnit you're so sweet! On a side note, the Phoenix bullshit is basically magic is completely goes against and ignores the climax of Apocalypse. Like still cannot get over that from a writing level. Besides, who cared about Jean Gray???

Peter is much more creative and has a wider variety of skills than his Dadneto like crystalbending, gravitybending, invisibility, EMP, sandbending, liquid metalbending which doesn't have all sorted out, but has not master them completely; while Erik has one or two skills that he completely maxed out.

Erik like being all over Peter to join him on Genosha so he can train together. Erik has more than two braincell and can figure out who's is offspring and plus I headcanon that he already knows since Apocalypse.

Yeah, Erik and Charles with Peter joining them on Genosha lives rent free in my head.

Sinister was right fucking there in Apocalypse, ready to be used and set up, but noooo we had to get boring ass aliens which wasn't even hinted at in the universe as being a possibility. DP as a movie on its own could have worked, but it literally warped the universe around itself, so to justify its writing own fucking writing. Don't get me wrong, but even X-Men: Apocalypse didn't sabotage its own power scale/power system; ESN was underpowered and utterly didn't justify using Phoenix to defeat; and didn't help mattered of his motivation to hijack Charles's body (which I get it they made the discussion of mixed ESN with Shadow King). In addition adding a Borg adaptive like quality to him, however CLEARLY the writers didn't think through the implications of that power and in by doing so it renders transferring body to body moot. Also being a complete waste of Oscar Isaac talents. Note self, write essay about this later...

Sorry to go off on a tangent.

[countrymusiclover]

One - The Man Who Can Control Metal

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Part 2

Tags - just send me an ask to be added @aintinacage

I am not sure how to really ever start the first chapter of my books. I hope I can figure out the dynamic. I want these two to go in at some point. If you have any tips on how that should go, dm me 👍

Germany, Poland 1944

Sliding on my black combat boots I pushed my hair out of my face. Standing up front the desk chair I was sitting in I could hear my father's footsteps coming closer down the hallway. I tied my hair up in a ponytail hearing the office door finally open revealing my father. He had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. Yet I resemble my mother overall with bright blue eyes and blonde hair. “Addison, you're coming to work with me today.”

“Alright whatever for?” I asked knowing that he normally kept me out of his work. Always saying it would be far too much for me to handle.

He fixed the top part of his jacket, sending me a half smirking yet proud smile. “There's someone very interested I'd like you to meet.” He headed out the door immediately and I was quick to follow his heels, he never cared for me if I was dragging along behind him.

We moved up and down some stairs then through a couple of different rooms until we entered an office and he shut the door behind me. He sat down in the chair behind the desk and I just decided to lean against the side before the door opened once more. Two soldiers enter, leading a young boy that looks to be my age of fourteen years old. “What is going on, father?”

“This boy was supposed to be going to the camps until he had a disagreement with some of the men. He bent a metal fence almost in half. He's not ordinary, my dear daughter.” My father almost sounded proud of such a feet.

Shifting my gaze to the young boy he avoided my gaze and watched the floor. “What's your name?”

“Erik…Erik Lehnsherr.” He paused in his answer. “I want to see my mother.”

Glancing over my shoulder I shiver asking the question. “Where's his mother?”

“That needn't be your concern, daughter. She is where she is supposed to be and he will see her again once he shows me what he can do.” My father picked up a bell out of the desk and the guards opened the door revealing a woman who Erik ran to, meaning it must be his mother. My father took out a handgun explaining. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to count to three…and you’re going to move the coin. You don’t move the coin, I pull the trigger.”

“Dad, no. You can’t!” I attempted to grab the gun from him but he had the two guards by the door grab me and pin me down on my knees and just watch. “One….two….three.”

Erik couldn’t move the coin and I cried out watching his mother get shot. Yet the young boy didn’t dare turn around before he bent the bell and the metal cabinet. Throwing my elbow backwards into one of the guards they tried to grab me but at the same time he managed to crush the metal helmets on their heads until they died beside his mother. “Erik…” I breathe put covering my face until all the metal lab objects stopped getting thrown around above my head.

Uncovering my eyes I gasped eyeing his mother's dead body on the floor. He started crying in anger with my father apalding him. “Outstanding, Erik. So we unlock your gift with anger.” He placed the coin in his hand and headed for the door.

“How could you do that to him!” Rushing forward I grabbed my father's arm and he winced and I saw my hand turn red. Quickly drawing my hand backwards I saw it disappear before he could see I had some power of my own. As far as he knew I was just human like my mother.

My father Sebastian turned around to face me. “He's not like everyone else and I wish to see what he can truly do.” He left the office without saying another word to me or to the boy behind me.

“Erik, I….I'm sorry.” I noticed that he hasn't moved from where he stood and I did consider touching his shoulder. Yet decided no seeing the state he was in now.

He slowly glanced at me sniffing through tears. “You’re a monster, Addison!” I didn’t like the way he said my name for the first time which such anger and hate. Wrapping my arms around myself I left the room figuring it would be hard to gain any trust with him now.

Years later

Things haven't gotten any better between Erik and I. My father has kept me out of the supposed research he calls it. Yet I found out the truth a little while ago…about two years after we met. It was the middle of the night as I made my way down to the sort of bunker room they were keeping Erik in. It had no metal seeing as he could escape. Shutting the door behind me he sat up slightly in the bed but scoffed the second he saw it was me. “What are you doing here!”

“I brought you some extra food from my dinner if you want it.” Reaching inside my jacket I tossed him a zip lock bag that had some biscuits and a half slice of meat seeing that they didn't feed him well.

He caught the bag looking me in the eye briefly. “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Because I'm not like my father, Erik.” I responded with my hands inside my pockets.

The young mutant boy sat in silence just eating the food that I had given him. Moving downward I sat across from him with my hands laying in my lap. I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I knew that he didn’t trust me. “What is the real reason you’re talking to me?”

“Because I heard that they're shutting down everything. The camps, the experiments, everything. My father is packing to get out of here and not get executed. But I thought you should know that I’m here to help you get out of here.” Glancing over my shoulder I watched the door behind us counting down the minutes, figuring if my father found out where I was I would never see Erik again.

Erik stared at me finishing his food before he rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. I noticed the numbers that had been marked onto his left forearm and it made me feel guilty that he was suffering. “You’re really willing to help me, I still don’t understand why.”

“Come with me and you’ll see that I’m someone you can trust.” Raising myself to my feet offering him my hand.

He hesitantly placed his hand in mine asking one more question before I helped him sneak out before we could get caught. “What am I supposed to call you, Shaw girl?”

“Addison is too formal. Call me Addi.”

He got to his feet heading for the door twisting the doorknob and we both saw some flashing lights going down the hallway. He quickly turned his attention to me. “So what exactly is the plan now?”

“How about this? Since I am helping you get out of here then you agree to never hurt or try to kill me.” I suggested shrugging my shoulders.

Erik actually agreed to my shock and awe. “Fine, Shaw girl. But you'll help me find the ones who hurt me.” I squeezed his hand that was still looped with his saying that I agreed in silence before began running and haven't stopped since then.

Shutting the hotel room door behind me with my foot I didn’t hear the tv or anything on in which could only mean that Erik had either left or was just plotting in silence. Sliding my boots off of my feet at the door I paused in the doorway. “How long have you been staring at that wall?”

“That’s not your concern.” He grumbled moving the coin from my father between his fingers, never looking away from the board with pinned maps and pictures leading up to my father’s picture.

Crossing my arms over my chest I huffed. “Maybe it is my business considering the only time you leave is to kill some other Nazi members. So forgive me for being concerned.”

“I didn’t ask you to free me that night, Addison.” He scoffed using my full name knowing I didn’t care for it.

Waving my index finger at him I stepped away from the wall and to the foot of the bed. “I told you to not call me that, Lehnsherr!”

“Addison.” He just kept going until I crawled up onto the bed putting my hands on either side of his head glaring at the man in front of me.

The entire time he just kept moving the coin until I managed to snatch it from him. My freehand landed down on his thigh and he winced where I realized what I was doing and drew my hand back. “Sorry that I might actually care about you after what happened to your family. If you’re gonna hate me for the rest of our lives I guess I’ll just go!”

“Addison….” Erik called for me but I was already around the corner to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me. He noticed the coin had been dropped on the floor and so he slowly used his power, levitating it once more and then launching it right to my father’s forehead.

Once the door was shut I flopped down on my bed screaming into my pillow. A few minutes after that I heard the desk lamp move and a few markers and some of my shoes go flying around…everything had some tiny bit of metal inside them. “Urgh! Why did I have to touch him.” I scolded myself under my breath in frustration.

Sitting upright on the foot of the bed I put my face in my hands. “At some point he'll figure it out.” Raising my right hand I made the pen start to levitate in the air since I still had Erik's power running from my veins for a short time. Laying my head back on the pillow I just stared at the ceiling.

My father couldn't know the truth that I had my own mutation. Because if he knew he would have done everything that he did to Erik on his own daughter. So if them other mutant I was living with needed to hate me then I'd accept it. Since I didn't feel like I could be myself…my true self and that maybe I was broken since I could only take power from others and I didn't have my own abilities.

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The metal controlling mutant sat in silence and finally moved his gaze to my locked door. He felt slightly guilty and confused for treating you badly over the years but he couldn’t see past what he knew. That your father was the man who ruined his life…even though you decided to help him he wouldn’t let his heart change the mission he had inside his head.

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if you don't think charles and erik would team up again to kick trump's ass don't talk to me

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She's my World

Trask managed to capture the reader but Erik rescues her making them regret it. Check out She's Human or Weapon if you haven't yet

I release a scream but I can't hear it over the level of pain that followed with it. My brother Charles and I were born with the ability to read minds. Except we don't believe about the world the same. He believes that we can co exist with the humans but I don't see how. Twisting in an attempt to free myself from the machine the guards watching me and Trask by the door suddenly fell to the ground. The men were wearing metal which could only mean my boyfriend Erik was responsible for it. The doors bursts open for me to see Erik clutching his hands into fists at his sides tightly. "I've never seen someone like you with the ability to control metal." Trask spoke in awe of him as I groaned getting zapped in my brain tracking every time I read a person's mind.

Erik waved his left hand removing metal from the wall wrapping it around Trask's body. He shoved him against the wall rushing forward to free me. He twisted his right hand crushing tha metal restraints until they break dropping to the floor. My body started collapsing onto the ground luckily Erik catches me into his strong arms. He lowered himself to the stone ground feeling my hands weakly gripping his jacket. "Y/n, look at me. I'm here...you're safe now." He reassuringly spoke tilting my head up so I'd look him in the eye. Burying my face into his chest I felt my eyes starting to get heavy from all the hours long testing they did on me. At some point he lifted me up right before I passed out into his arms exiting the lab.

Blinking my eyes opened I felt a soft bed underneath me where I looked around the room recognizing it as my room back in the house my brother and I lived in. Moving my gaze around the room I saw Erik laying with his head on my bedside sleeping in a chair. Using my power I entered his mind since he wasn't wearing the helmet. "Erik, I'm okay now." He rubbed his eyes waking up immediately crying happy tears. He climbed into the bed wrapping his arms around me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I stained his shirt with my tears. "I thought I'd never see you again...I thought I was gonna die!" Erik cups my face with his freehand kissing my forehead. "Don't worry sweetheart. I won't let anyone harm you again." Laying my head against his chest he eyes my brother sitting in the doorway with his wheelchair. Smiling at his friends vow to protect his little sister always.

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The Mission

NOTE: ok so this is based on the oc that @v-cain Writes about. I love their toothless mutant-inspired reader fics and had an idea of one for one and thought i'd give it a shot.

Edit: I'm not adding more to it because i have writers block now but i hope you enjoy this drabble <3

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

Finally my first mission, I'm still not where the professor would have liked for regular missions but Apocalypse isn't our regular villain. To defeat him we needed everyone, and I was one of the only people on the team who could come at him from the air. When we left we were too sure of ourselves, to cocky.

Well not anymore, the fight is raging around me, and I find myself on the ground. rocks digging into my back. I look around and there are bodies littered everywhere. Both sides of this war obviously having taken hits.

As I'm trying to get up, I let out a hiss of pain, there's a long deep gash down my ribs.

As i'm there assessing the wound i hear a voice, "Stay Down, y/n"

"Professor?"

"yes, stay down. we can handle it.."

before he can convince me I look over and see Logan rushing Apocalypse before he's caught and thrown. I watch as I see his body crumple to the ground. the fear and anger is unbridled now, I wasn't gonna let this bastard get to anymore of our people.

Against orders, I rush Apocalypse, just as Logan did, grab him with my claws, and shoot us straight up before anyone can stop us.

"You meek human, you think you can stop me?" he's taunting me, I have to ignore it and just focus on producing my fire breath.

"Was he your friend? Father maybe?" he smirks.

"Ignore him. Focus." i think to myself.

I'm pulled from my concentration as a knife is plunged into mu stomach, i start to falter and we start hurtling towards the ground however at the last moment i send my fire straight to his face.

I drop him, losing blood as i quickly approach the ground.

There’s fires raging everywhere, out of the corner of my eye I see Jean. She’s unconscious, she must have been air support. I dive for her and then everything goes black.

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Logan’s body crumples against the ground, and y/n immediately gets the advantage on Apocalypse, pulling him upward. Logan’s just getting up in time to see them fly above the clouds.

Everyone is still as they watch the sky. With the enemies slowly dropping.

“They did it…” Charles is looking up in awe and fear.

“What did they do,”

“Logan-”

“No, professor. Tell me what they did. Please.” Logan can feel his anxiety rising.

“They ended it. But not without consequences consequences. ” he said gravely, “they have little strength left.”

Jean immediately shots up to help, but is knocked out by one of the last soldiers still alive. She’s careening to the ground before everyone sees you fly out of the clouds and grab her before you smash into the dirt.

“Kid…” Logan runs over to where you fell. Wings, tail, and body wrapped protectively around Jean, who is unharmed. Jean gets up and is pulled away from you by Scott. You are left there groggy, and barely lucid.

“Kid, what did you do…” Logan’s face is set in fear,anger, and sadness.

“Is everyone ok?” Y/n asks as they breathe shallowly.

“Everyone’s fine.” The professor assures. “You on the other hand are a different story.”

“Kid. Goddamn it. Why did you do that. What did you do.” Logan is moving you of the ground to lean against him now. Their breathing to slow for his liking.

“I k-knew i could d-do it. I had to t-try.”

As he watches he notices the gashes and blood stain their suit.

“You’re fine… you’ll get better.” He’s applying pressure. But the stain is steadily getting larger.

Everyone is to shocked to move, until the professor talks.

"get them to the jet."