#Eric Lehnsherr imagine

[sistertotheknowitall]

Listen I’m not sober and am having feelings. Therefore, since my roommate is not hear to listen to me, I am taking it to the void of tumblr.

Okay? Okay. This is all stream of consciousness so buckle in, it not be coherent.

Listen.

I was on TikTok, zoning out but vibing to 60 second music while enjoying some smoke. And I don’t watch this anime so I don’t trust myself to spell the name but my friend reposted this edit:

Now see, I’m vibing to the music bobbing around, I always stop on what he reposts and it is so many of these two. He loves them, I’m happy for him. I don’t know this Anime outside these edits and what he’s ranted at me. From what I understand they were boyfriends (but not really) and there was a bitter break up in front of a KFC (but not really) when the one with dark hair decided to be a villain (a hot one apparently) and now they are bitter enemies (devastating-ly).

I’m vibing, I think ah yes the lovers to bitter enemies troupe. Heart breaking.

This lead me into thinking about said trope. How sad it is that our characters are on opposing sides- fighting someone they once wanted to make happy.

They hate each other and they hate what’s happened to them as a couple but they don’t love each other any more. At least not like they use to. They now love each other as fond memories, as shared dreams, of happiness and warmth and home.

They love each other as a time when everything was good and soft and sweat. And it wasn’t perfect but there was nothing they couldn’t bounce back from if they were together. Until there was. Until something did.

And maybe they blame the other or them selves or both but they still care. And it hurts. They are still so bitter.

They could, or maybe have, accepted their reality. Their fate to stick to this path that was of their own design.

(You can argue “well this happened,” or, “well they just felt.” You can rationalize why they would choose something that would break the best thing they have in their lives. You fantasize about it that’s why we have fix it fics.)

It doesn’t mean that when/if one of them comes to serious harm from the others actions they won’t hate themselves just a little bit more. (And maybe one of them enjoys hurting the other/ being hurt in a martyr/“i deserve this type bullshit way.)

The point is they don’t want to kill each other directly. They will stop before the finale blow or find an excuse when the other obviously has had too much. They will shield the other indirectly under some disguise, lying horribly. (Or not horribly or lying at all but acting like he really cares because the other is bad at hiding it so he’s waiting to “double cross” them but that never comes. And it’s just a vicious cycle of pretending that he doesn’t know how he really feels anymore.)

Anyway, they care on some capacity and both know they do so they don’t kill each other. There is an unspoken (or maybe spoken in like wired declarations) pact between them to not kill the other directly. Like when they meet in weird places to talk cryptically at each other. they are not allowed to kill or attempt to kill each other in these moments because they respect each other to much.

(Or are like Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr/Magneto (I keep wanting to call him Eric Kripke - that’s the creator of supernatural) type shit where they don’t want to kill each other, it’s mostly political. So like the scene in the movie where they playing chess in Eric’s cell.)

Are you with me so far?

Now imagine:

They love, respect, and care about each other. They meet to play chess, or sit on a bench, or get coffee in a polite and often cryptic way.

They have stood, shook hands and said their not-really-a-threat-nor- a-proper-goodbye. One turns to start walking away. The other doesn’t move but watches for a second. They wait a beat and call out. Or maybe they don’t. Maybe they let the other face them first or maybe they don’t want to see their face.

To see their face (maybe it’s the more trusting one to have given his back to his friend enemy) when the gun fires. When the blade plunges deep. When the take down happens.

Either way the one bleeding out will do so in the lap of the other as they mourn how things could have been.

And there are so many ways to play this trope because what if the one bleeding out is shocked, betrayed and the other is unremorseful or so wrecked with guilt and shame. Or the one who knows they’re going to die in that moment just accepts it and smiles and forgives the other (whether they want it or not and oh how they don’t deserve it but they need it like they need air because once they had been happy and good together.)

Or their last words are of love, of comfort, sent heard because other doesn’t take them into their lap but instead turned and walked away leaving their love victim to smile at the sky in peace.

[jokingmisfit]

Eric Lehnsherr, or as I like to call him magnetic and pathetic

[thepineapplejuicer]

OneShot

Imagine... being enemies with Kurt and being stranded together.

Thank you and enjoy!

You fly off the ground away from Magneto and Apocalypse, the x men’s blackbird in your sights. Summoning all your power, your fist begins to glow a neon yellow, nuclear energy at your fingertips. You ready a punch, but before you can send the blast into the plane two arms wrap around your waist. You elbow the figure sporadically as the two of you tumble from hundreds of feet in the air. You are taken into a purple portal of smoke and your insides turn into mush as you realize you are on the ground in seconds.

That was hours ago.

“Just admit you’re lost!” You groan as your ankle slightly folds into the uneven dirt.

“Just admit you won’t stop following me!” Kurt snaps back, purposely dragging his tail along the dusty road to spray you with small pebbles.

“You teleported us to a desert! Why would you do that?! For someone who is teleported a sentinel’s head clean off, you sure are lousy and a defensive move!”

“And you? Why aren’t you just flying us out of here?”

You stop dramatically and swing your arms out, “Wha, wha, WHERE?! We are in the middle of nowhere!”

Kurt’s nose twitches from anger. The two of you have been at each other’s throats since you left the Xmen; nothing but never-ending banter and sparing on and off the battlefield. The two of you are silent, watching your own feet shuffle across the sparsely weeded terrain.

“It’s getting dark.”

You blink your eyes several times, emanating a yellow light from each eyeball. “So?” you say sarcastically, pushing past Kurt to light the way. Something warm hits your back and you grab it in anger ripping it off your head as you spin around.

Kurt walks past you as you realize you are holding his bomber jacket in your hands, “So it’s getting cold.” His germen accent grows either soft or tired, you could not tell passed the heavy breathing. You slip it on, remembering how his smell used to seep into your clothes every day.

“The jackets new…” you mention, trying to ease into the conversation.

“Yes, well I needed a change.”

“It’s nice.”

“Stop it. We aren’t friends anymore.”

You press your lips together and use the collar of the jacket to cover your neck from the breeze, “I remember we were more than friends.”

“Funny you remember that but not your beliefs.”

“Oh, for Christ sake, Kurt! I am trying to be civil with you.”

“NO!” Kurt spins around, “You’re trying to get my guard down.”

You stay in one spot as Kurt continues to walk, not wanting to see your reaction to his words. Those words truly hurt you. Nothing was harder than leaving the Xmen- leaving Kurt. You had to do it, no one understood why, but you had to. Every day you were eaten away by questions; drowned in nightmares from the clues. You had to find out the truth before you could return to the Xmen, but you need to keep them safe. This was your mission after all.

You walk the opposite direction and rest for a moment on a jagged rock.

“What are you doing?” Kurt sighs from a distance.

“I’m tired.” You shout.

You see Kurt’s head hang down in annoyance and then walk towards you, “We cannot afford to stop now.”

Before you can protest, he picks you up bridal style and continues to walk in the same direction. You watch his focused expression as you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the slightly sweaty clumps of fur. He does not look at you at all.

“I miss this.”

He still does not look at you, but he keeps himself from blinking as well. You look away from him and debate on telling him the truth. You hated the secrecy and the resentment you bred for each other.

“I miss you.” Kurt whispers out so quietly, you heard it before the wind could.

“Kurt… there is something I need to tell you.”

He meets your eyes and remembers that look all to well. Kurt places you down gently and waits for you to speak.

“I never wanted to leave, but I had to.”

Kurt squints his eyes from suspicion.

“Emma Frost gave me a file. In it I found out who magneto really was…”

You turned away in shame, “He’s my half-brother Kurt.”

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Translate (Magneto X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Xmen

Warnings: None

May I request a Magneto with a daughter he never knew about imagine? She grew up as german and a non-mutant and she suspects that these will be red flags for her father. Charles her sort of foster father tries to encourage her to talk to Eric but she doesn't dare. Later Eric witnesses her trying to learn his native language, trying to connect with him. But she is frustraded due to the lack of progress. They talk all of it out and he offers to help her learn?

A simple life was something you had grown up with, growing up in a small town in Germany, full of innocence with a blissful naivety to the world’s issues. However, as you had grown older, entering your teenage years, you became more aware of the outside world, and even more aware that your mother had been trying to keep you ignorant to things you were tied into. The biggest secret was your father’s identity: Erik Lehnsherr. 

At first the name didn’t mean anything to you. You had no idea who he was, which just confused you as to why you had to push so hard, ending in a literal argument with your mother to get his name. That was, until she provided you with the name you were more familiar with.

Magneto. 

Now it made sense. 

Everyone of course knew who he was, and more importantly the sort of things he had been involved with. His entire history was well documented- his childhood, how his powers were developed, and what he went on to do. His opinions or morale were clear to see, and despite it all, it was that that made you hesitate to seek him out. So instead, you went to your next best source, his old friend who was known for being more welcoming and kind, Charles Xavier. 

Admittedly as soon as you arrived in New York, you had wished you had took some more lessons in English, being totally overwhelmed and lost in the large city. You’d only learnt what you had thought had been necessary, and had wasted a good day just trying to communicate where you were trying to reach to random people who wanted to help you, only for most of them to give you a dirty look and walk away when you finally got through to them. Eventually you just reached the point of going up to taxi drivers and pointing to a map where you had the manor circled, until you finally got one willing to take you there.

You got there, walking up to the main door and knocking, and as you waited for an answer you realised that you didn’t know enough English to ask Charles questions about your father. You really hadn’t thought this through had you? However, that became the least of your concerns when you got a response to the door and the one to open the door was no other than your father. 

“Hello?” He asked, seeing your mouth open and close like a fish in hesitation, before you stuttered. 

“U-Um… bad… English.” You hesitated, your accent very clearly coming through, and that was when you saw him look you up and down. This really wasn’t going as intended. You looked down, trying to think of your next actions, when you were interrupted by someone else coming to the door.

“Erik, you better not be scaring the poor girl.” The British voice scorned, and when you saw the Professor, you tried not to act to relieved. “How can we help?” 

“She doesn’t speak English very well…” Erik spoke up for you, though you didn’t understand him. . “She’s German.” 

“Ah, not an issue, please follow me.” Charles smiled, his mind translating into yours, surprising you for a moment, before you smiled and followed after him, looking down as you passed by Erik. 

Charles took you to his study, and you came and sat down in front of his desk, though he stayed on the same side of your desk, though gave you space. “Now I wouldn’t usually look into people’s minds, though due to the language barrier it is necessary. So, how can I help?” He asked you, still telepathically. If anything the whole thing made you feel better, knowing Eric couldn’t be able to hear what was being said, and so you didn’t hesitate to start to tell him your whole situation, and you watched his expression shift from intrigue, to surprise, to seriousness, before he smiled reassuringly. “Well it must have been quite the shock when he opened the door. You can stay here as long as you like, and there’s a student here named Kurt who’s German and who might help you as you tried to decide on how to proceed.” 

That led you to where you were now, sat in the Library with Kurt, Jean, Scott and Jubilee. The rest of them were studying while you were trying to learn English with their help, mostly Kurt’s. You had gotten a lot better, but it seemed that whenever you were forced to speak to Erik, your mind forgot it all and you reverted back to German, and then you were too scared to talk to him. You wanted to talk to him in English, the language he was far more comfortable with. It just felt right, and so until you were to that point, you refrained from telling him. However, it would seem that he had picked up that you had information you had to share with him, and he was always turning up and staying nearby to you as you were trying to learn and avoid him, making your life that little bit harder. 

The bell rang through the school, announcing lunch was over and it was time for your friends to head to their lessons, while you attempted to learn alone. “Wirst du alleine in Ordnung sein?” Kurt asked you as he stood with the others, from which you nodded with a small smile, which he returned before they all left for their classes, and you looked back at your notes.

You had been writing down basically a summary of your life- your mother, your up bringing, and how you found out about your parentage and had been learning how to say it in english and also some branched off answers to questions that might get thrown at you, as suggested by your friends. You had also been learning English in general just in case you missed anything, and while school lessons in English were helping and you were doing okay at simple sentences, you were still struggling. You were starting to think if this was really worth it. What if you told him and he wanted nothing to do with you? You had also recently found out you had an older brother who also hadn’t informed Erik he had kids, so you too had quietly been bonding in broken English/German over the awkwardness of being around him with this knowledge and also being siblings, and questioning if there were any more kids Erik didn’t know about, which had become a sort of joke between you two. 

You sighed in frustration, looking at the main sentence you had been trying to learn. 

I have something I need to tell you. I am your daughter. 

You knew it in German, you knew what you needed to say, but it never sounded right when you tried to say it, and you were scared it would come our wrong, and he wouldn’t understand. Why did this have to be so difficult? 

“What are you working on?” The voice made you jump, and on instinct you slid some other papers on top of that specific piece, covering it with other sentences which were a lot more innocent and easy to explain, and you were glad you did as when you turned you saw the man in question. 

“U-Um… trying to get better with my English.” You told him, fidgeting a little, pointing at the papers on the desk, and he peered over at them, and you sat back in your seat to give him space despite how close he was, and your heart was pounding, and your eyes scanned to make sure that paper was covered. 

“What is it you’re struggling with?” He asked, standing back up, though he still hovered.

“Well… mostly saying big words.” You explained to him, pointing to some words. “Like…” You hovered over one word, trying to remember how to pronounce it correctly. Erik chuckled. 

“Squirrel?” He asked, and you nodded. “English is a complicated language, however I can tell you’ve already improved greatly.” He complimented as he pulled a seat up beside you. 

“Thank you.” You accepted shyly, glancing over at him, before you looked down, an awkward silence falling over you both. 

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked suddenly, taking you by surprise as you looked up at him. 

“No- well… it’s complicated. More afraid to talk to you than you yourself… if that makes sense…” You fumbled, playing with the edge of one of your pieces of paper. His head tilted a little, a slight crease between his eyebrows. 

“Afraid to talk to me… is there something you’d like to say?” He asked. You nodded. “You can tell me, I promise I won’t be angry or upset.” He assured.

“I don’t know how.” You told him, before pointing back at your papers, and he seemed to realise what you were trying to say. 

“Is it a particular word?” He asked, and you nodded again. “Which one?” He asked, looking at your sheets of paper, and part of you- no, all of you panicked. This wasn’t how you intended for him to find out- what if he was upset? However, before you could come up with an excuse or back up plan, he had tried to lay out all the papers to see, and saw that piece of paper. The piece of paper with that sentence on it. Your admission. You did nothing but kept your hands in your lap as you watched closely and with a held breath as he picked it up, and read it. Repeatedly. Slowly. You weren’t sure, but he was taking his time, however, as he looked up at you, you wished he took even more time. “...Who is this for?” He asked, though you already knew he knew who it was for. You were worried he wasn’t going to keep his promise, before he took a deep breath in, and put the paper down before looking at you. “Möchten Sie darüber sprechen? Von Anfang an?”

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in! 

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[xmenimagine]

Imagine: Bad Signals.

Requested by spicyveganfun. Includes: Erik Lehnsherr x Male!Reader Request: · Hiya! Would you consider writing an Eric x Male reader who is a psychic( Psychometry,Intuition, Clairsentience, Telekinesis) and is crushing on Eric big time and is heavily aware of Eric's feelings towards him and doesn't want to push Eric into being ready to deal with a relationship or know he was prying. Meanwhile Eric thinks thinks the reader just doesn't like him romantically. Charles is fed up with watching them dance around each other so he decided to intervene. · Also could reader please be shorter than Eric I'm 5'6. I read fics and it says something like " your eyes are lined up perfectly" 😔I ain't eye level with anyone lmao Ability/Abilities: 1) Psychometry-Ability to relate details about the past or future condition of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with it. 2) Innate Capability-Ability to know or understand something without the need of studying or previous experience. 3) Clairsentience-Ability to feel the present, past or future physical and emotional states of others, without the use of the normal five senses. Often able to retrieve information from houses, public buildings and outside areas. 4) Telekinesis-Ability to move and, otherwise, exert forces on targets with one's mind, and manipulate objects and matter with one's mind.

Note: weirdly enough, whenever I see imagines other people have written, the reader is always 5’0 to 5’3. And I’m over 5’7, I’m not struggling to reach shelves, I’m not always on my tiptoes, I’m not doing like 99% of the shit most writers say the reader is, which is why I tend to not include height at all. Also, Erik is 6’0, most people aren’t going to eye-level or lining up perfectly

My brother is 6’0 tho and he doesn’t seem that much taller when I’m next to him, probably because it’s not that of a height difference, but still

ALSO, I CHANGED THE NAMES OF THE ABILITIES BC I USE A WEBSITE AND I JUST USE THE NAME THAT THEY USE SO IF I USE THE SAME POWER IN THE FUTURE, I KNOW WHAT TO LOOK FOR 

I didn't include all of them because there was a lot and I wasn't sure where to go with this so it would have been overkill. Or did I? I don't even know. I wrote this in sections, like months apart, so I'm not really sure if they are included correctly or not.

Note revised July 3rd: Not super long. Not sure if I like all of it. It feels kinda rushed, but I can't think of anything else for it.

Note revised January 31 (2022): It’s been a loooooooong time folks

    The sun had just begun to set. The sky was painted in blues and purples, slowly fusing with oranges and pinks the closer it got to the horizon. There was a gentle breeze, it was warm, and it felt comforting as it grazed your skin. No one else was outside, not anymore at least. You could feel the presence of the others still lingering in the area where you now stood, even if they had left a few hours ago. There were some sharp, but mostly unclear, images that flashed in your mind as you stood still. Both Erik and Charles had made their mark on the gravelled stone beneath the soles of your shoes, even if they didn't realise it. Everything leaves a mark, everything has something that remains, even after it's long gone. Their voices waved in and out of the moment as you closed your eyes, trying to focus while the heat of the setting sun had warmed your face. The sounds merged, slowly stitching together until you could just about make out what was being said, even if it sounded like it was mostly underwater. After a deep breath in, feeling the energy pass through your body, you breathed out, opening your eyes to see ghostly silhouettes of past Erik and Charles.

    Erik shook his head while rolling his eyes before he turned to look away from Charles, who seemed to ask a lot of questions about things he shouldn't be asking about. He rested his hands on the low stone wall in front of himself, feeling the rough grit of the half wall that overlooked the rest of the garden. You could sense that Erik was on edge, that his anger was rising, and that he was trying to build a mental wall up between himself and Charles—who simply stood with his hands in his pockets, his back was straight, and his eyes never once shifted to look away from Erik. Charles was calm, although slightly annoyed, beginning to become frustrated, although not as frustrated as Erik was as his hands gripped the wall tighter.

    "You have no idea what you're talking about," he muttered through clenched teeth.

    "Don't I?" Charles asked while tapping his temple with two fingers.

    Erik turned his head to look at Charles. "Did I say you could do that?"

    Charles smiled faintly. "I knew you never would, so I had to. You need to know that it's okay, that you're not the only one who—"

    "Who what, Charles?" He yelled, stepping away from the wall, the stones underneath his shoes crunched quietly. "You always seem to think that you know what's best, but, for once, you don't know anything. You don't know what's going on, no matter how much you think you do. So, just drop it!"

    "Erik—"

    "Just stop! These are my feelings involved here, not yours, you don't get to meddle, or intervene, you don't get to do anything because you know for a fact it won't be you getting hurt. I don't care why you believe you're doing this, but I need you to stop. I need to you listen to me and just stop. Stop before you do something that ruins this any further." Erik's harsh words caused you to flinch. He didn't wait to hear what Charles would say next as he walked away, his shoulder collided with Charles', who simply stumbled from the force, not once making a move to stop him and continue the, clearly unwanted, conversation. You watched with a small frown on your face, not liking how upset Erik had been. His ghost passed through you, and you turned to watch his retreating figure, the ghost soon disappeared for good as it reached the second step. You knew Erik had made his way back into the mansion and towards his room. Charles' ghost sighed, and before you could turn back and look at him, he was gone.

    With a sigh of your own, you looked over to where the sun was barely peeking over the trees. Some part of you knew how Erik was feeling, for you at least, but you were still trying to get used to your abilities, to control them, to truly understand what it was that you were feeling. You knew what love was, long before you ever got to experience it yourself. But you had also known denial and heartbreak like the back of your hand. As you turned to walk up the small set of stairs, and back into the mansion, you lifted your hand, twitching it slightly, and as you did so, the door in front of you opened, allowing you to walk in without stopping. The door closed softly behind you as you made your way to the stairs leading up to the bedrooms.

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    The voices of Charles and Erik had grown louder and clearer as you made your way down the stairs. Their voices carried from one of the rooms filled with books—that had been well-loved and taken care of over the years but were now beginning to collect the settling dust. Your stride had slowed as you got closer to the door, hearing their argument becoming filled with anger and annoyance, much like their previous conversation earlier that morning. The light that peaked out from underneath the door was now slightly blocked by the presence of someone walking across the room, the shadow filtering across the wooden floorboards. At the sound of your name being mentioned, you stepped closer, barely making out Erik's hushed tone. The door quickly opened and Charles stepped half out of the room, one hand shoved in his trouser pocket, while the other motioned for you to enter the room. Realising you had been caught, you slowly walked inside.

    "Everything okay?" You asked softly, looking between the two of them.

    Erik, glaring at Charles, muttered through gritted teeth, "Everything is fine."

    "Everything is not fine!" Charles argued loudly.

    "Don't," Erik warned.

    "I'm tired of this, I'm putting an end to it!"

    Erik huffed, shaking his head. "It's not your place to say anything."

    "It is when it's affecting your control, your concentration, your sleep, your happiness."

    "What's going on?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to hide the shaking of your hands by hiding them, squeezing them tight to your chest.

    "You two are the masters of sending bad signals. For the love of all that is good, you like Erik, and Erik, as I was trying to say before, he likes you back. I'm tired of listening to the both of you, just… pining after one another." Charles turned to face you, sending you an apologetic half-smile, sighing as he understood the stress that he had caused by taking matters into his own hands, not once consulting you. "Yes, I get it, you didn't want to force Erik to admit how he felt, but he obviously needed the push, so I pushed. He thought you had no romantic feelings towards him, so he never made any move to show you he had them for you—you distanced yourself too much, I mean, I understand why, but it obviously wasn't going the way you had planned for it to go." He then turned to Erik. "And you, just take a damn chance, would you? You stare longingly, you make an effort to help him whenever you can, you put the work in, but you back out at the last minute. You're both as bad as each other. The whole 'dancing around' each other, and your feelings, have only made something, that's meant to be easy, more difficult and painful. So, talk it out, be open… communicate. I'm going to bed."

    Charles let out a sigh, feeling the weight lifting off his shoulder before he turned and walked out of the room, leaving both you and Erik to stare after his retreating figure, unable to process that he had just outed the both of you to each other as if it wasn't something you were trying to let happen naturally. You turned away from the door and looked down at the floor, feeling the beating of your heart hammering at your chest, a heavy feeling beginning to sink in your stomach. Erik had continued to look at the door, despite the fact that Charles wasn't going to return. The look on his face conveyed shock, and slight horror before he tried to neutralise his expression when he glanced over to you.

    "So, uh…" Erik cleared his throat.

    "The feelings mutual, just so you know." You shrugged, staring at the herringbone floor, rather than him.

    "He wasn't lying?" Erik asked quietly.

    You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows. "No. He wasn't lying. I didn't say anything because I knew you weren't ready to accept how you felt. I know the relationships you have had in the past… how they ended… and I didn’t want to add any more strain on top of that. I wanted you to be comfortable with yourself and how you were feeling before I ever tried to show you that I felt the same. I'm sorry if I had come across as uninterested, that couldn't be any further from how I actually feel about you, Erik. I like you; I have for a while now. I understand if you still need some time to think things over and to get your mind settled, I'm more than happy to wait, so long as it's your choice as to when things move forward, if that's what you want, of course." You cleared your throat, looking up from the floor and to him. "I've waited this long; I can wait a little longer."

    Erik clenched his jaw and shifted on his feet, his hands twitched at his sides as he let out a breathy laugh, licking his bottom lips before he nodded faintly, a smile beginning to grow on his face. "How about not waiting at all?"

[make-me-imagine]

Scenario Game: X-men Version (Male Characters)

Female Character Version Here

(Link to Scenario Games Masterlist) 

Rules/What you do: Just match the month/day/letter to yourself and you got yourself a cute little scenario to imagine lol. And you can also leave in the tags or comments, what your scenario is :)

*Please consider sharing and/or tagging your friends/mutuals to share this around.

***You choose which ‘version’ of the character you want. So, either First Class Series or the First/Original Series. (I.e; younger vs older characters). 

Your Birth Month

January: Scott Summers (Cyclops)

February: Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

March: Charles Xavier (Professor X)

April: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

May: Hank McCoy (Beast) 

June: Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver) 

July: Your Choice

August: Eric Lehnsherr (Magneto) 

September: Warren Worthington (Angel) 

October: Alex Summers (Havok) 

November: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) 

December: Bobby Drake (Iceman) 

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Your Birth Date: 

1: Asks you to move in with him... 2: Surprises you with your favorite flowers... 3: Takes care of you when you are sick... 4: Holds your hand... 5: Compliments you all the time... 6: Confesses that they love you... 7: Takes you dancing... 8: Takes you on a roadtrip... 9: Gets nervous around you... 10: Is protective of you... 11: Wraps their jacket around you when you’re cold... 12: Suddenly kisses you on the nose... 13: Cooks you dinner...  14: Asks you on a date... 15: Writes you a love letter... 16: Kisses the back of your hand... 17: Checks on you when you are sad/sick... 18: Proposes to you... 19: Suddenly pulls you into a kiss... 20: Gives you a token of their affection... 21: Hugs you so hard they almost knock you over... 22: Surprises you with a puppy/kitten... 23: Builds you a pillow fort... 24: Surprises you with your favorite food... 25: Kisses you on the cheek when they walk by... 26: Is often caught staring at you... 27: Leaves you random gifts anonymously... 28: Makes you breakfast in bed... 29: Wraps their arms around you from behind... 30: Takes you on a picnic... 31: Takes you to a fair...

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First Letter of your name (or username): 

A, B, C, D: Because they are in love with you.

E, F, G, H: For your anniversary.

I, J, K, L: To cheer you up.

M, N, O, P: Because they have a crush on you.

Q, R, S, T: As an apology.

U, V, W: Because they want to see you smile.

X, Y, Z: Because it’s your birthday. 

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I apologize if your combination does not make sense, it is very hard and time consuming to make sure each combo works. 

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[lazaefair]

In the AU where 20th Century Fox came to its senses and reverted its rights back to Marvel Studios, the meeting/battle/potential alliance between Erik Killmonger and Erik Lehnsherr would have been fucking explosive and holy shit, I need to go find if someone’s written that. That is an antagonists’ dance for the ages.

ALSO, the characters are played by Michael Fassbender and Michael B Jordan, and if that’s not accidental destiny, I don’t know what is. Can you imagine that much rugged pretty in the same movie? Can you imagine the Foe Yay? The double dose of prowling, silky menace? The complex philosophical debates overlaid with that edge of predatory rage? The gloriously explicit fanfiction?

(Confession: I wrote this post literally because I randomly had the thought pop into my head, “Weird how there are no Erics in Marvel, only Eriks.” Then I started thinking about how both Lehnsherr and MCU Killmonger correspond roughly to Malcom X, and then we were off to the races.)

[archieimagines]

12 days of imagines - requests closed

ok so basically we decided to do ANOTHER one of these things and we’re STILL excited

this is how it’s gonna work - request the number of the prompt you want (no more than 2 prompts per imagine please!) with a character you want, and our writers will try our darnedest to bust out a really yummy imagine for you (if we get carried away into one shot territory then oops but oh well).

when we receive a request, the prompt will be crossed out and you won’t be able to request it again, because we don’t want a bunch of duplicates! they’ll be posted (hopefully 2 a day) in the run-up to christmas.

we’ll be accepting the first  12  24 requests you send, so get on that real quick ;)

prompts from @theo-stilinski (these are proper bangers)

“It’s almost midnight!”

“Yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” WHISKEY

“FINE. You can put the topper on the tree.” STILES

“It’s snowing!” MERLIN

“That’s not how Santa Claus works…”

“Christmas doesn’t have to be about family, ya know?” WHISKEY

“Awwww look at my little elf.” HARRY HART

“You can be Santa’s helper.”

“How did you manage to the burn the cookies?”

“Why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” CHARLES XAVIER

“Okay, but hear me out, these ornaments are way better.” -“They don’t even match.” STILES

“You’re covered in flour.” NED THE PIEMAKER

“Ho ho ho, bitch.” SPENCER REID

“My gingerbread house is prettier than yours.” STILES

“If you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” SPENCER REID

“Christmas is lame.” -“You’re lame! You, you, you grinch!” -“Oh. Ow.”

“Open your present!”

“Wanna get shit-faced instead?” JAVIER PEÑA

“Why is there mistletoe everywhere?” TEQUILA

“So, I didn’t actually get you anything. JAVIER PEÑA

“I’m still sad you won’t be home for Christmas.” NEWT SCAMANDER

“Holy shit, you know Santa!” ANDY DWYER

“Aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” MERLIN

“I hope you break your ass on that ice.” ASLAN

“Wait, no one got you anything?” STEVE ROGERS

“Oh, were those cookies for Santa?” -“Yes!” -“Well, what’re you gonna do about it?”

“Are you trying to find your present?” GABRIEL

“Oh my gosh, actual reindeer!”

“Not on Christmas.”

“We’re kind of tangled in lights.” MERLIN

“So, we’re kind of snowed in.”

“I thought candy canes were supposed to be hung on trees? Not popcorn…”

“Don’t make me pour my hot chocolate over your head.”

“How much tape did you use?!”

“It looks like the North Pole threw up.”

“Are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” JAVIER PEÑA

“Why is the floor covered in tinsel?”

“Wait. We’re really doing Secret Santa?” MERLIN

“I told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” JAVIER PEÑA

“Does that stocking have my name on it?”

“And now the power’s out.” JAVIER PEÑA

“Hey, um, why is the bottom of the tree decorated and not the top?”

“You’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” ERIC LEHNSHERR

“You’re kind of cute when you look like Rudolph.” -“The reindeer?” -“No, my dentist. Yes, the reindeer.” EGGSY

[thefandomofoneshots]

Imagines.

Steve Rogers.

Hydra Freezing You, Like They Did Bucky Because You Were Steve’s Fiancé & A Mutant.

Being Steve’s Sweetheart & Your Photo Being In His Compass.

Telling Steve You Will Invite Him Over For Christmas If He Can Beat You In Combat.

Tony Stark.

Being Tony’s Little Sister.

Bucky Barnes.

Seeing Bucky When He Comes Home From War.

Being The Only Thing That Can Make Bucky Smile While He’s On The Run.

Saying Goodbye To Bucky.

Loki Laufeyson.

Loki Flirting With You While You Guard His Cell.

Asking For Loki's Help After Your Break Up.

Teaching Loki How To Build A Snowman.

Peggy Carter.

Peggy Punching Your Cheating Ex In The Face.

Eric Lehnsherr.

Eric’s Reaction To You Telling Him You Love Him For The First Time.

Seeing Eric For The First Time Since The Two Of You Broke Up.

Celebrating Hanukkah With Erik.

Bobby Drake.

Bobby Welcoming You To Xavier’s School.

Groot.

Baby Groot Dancing To Christmas Carols.

One-shots.

Peter Parker.

Muse.

[alisonwritesimagines]

Perfect Couple ~Alex Summers Imagine~

Requested:

Summary: You were a mutant who didn’t have a home. That changes when Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr asks you to be part of the team. When you meet the rest, you were a lot like Alex Summers

Author’s Note: I just updated my Marvel fanfic so if you want to go ahead and read it, here’s the link. 

You were a waitress at a local cafe. You would be lying if you had said that you loved your job. The costumers were rude no matter what, you had a low pay, and was worse that if you spilled out your secret, you could get into big trouble. 

“What can I get you guys?” You ask two men at a table. 

“I know you hate your job. Come with us if you want a better life,” You heard in  your head. You looked at the man and gave him a look.

“How did you?” You ask.

“Quit your job and come with us if you want a better life,” The other man said. 

“Alright,” You said in shock. 

You packed your things and went outside. The two men was waiting outside and they looked at you. 

“My name is Charles Xavier,” The one with the British accent said.

“And I’m Eric Lehnsherr.”

“How did you do that? With the whole mind thing?” You asked Charles.

“We’re mutants just like you.”

“I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N,” You introduce. 

“And what can you do?” Charles asked. 

You look around before showing the palm of your hand. Fire flamed small enough for them to see. 

“Impressive.”

They took you out to a facility where you would be with other mutants. You walk in and saw some people already there. 

“Everyone, this is Y/N L/N. She’s new to the team,” Charles said. 

“Welcome. I’m Raven,” A blonde hair girl said. 

“Nice to meet you,” you said. You didn’t do so well in crowds. You preferred to be by yourself. 

“So what can you do?” A guy asked. 

“I can control fire,” You said. 

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell us about yourself,” A girl said. 

“I like to be alone a lot,” You tell them truthfully.

“You have fire as your powers and you like being alone. You might as well hook up with Alex here. He’s basically the boy version of you,” Another guy said before you looked over at the blonde hair boy. 

“I’m Alex,” He said. You couldn’t deny that he was extremely cute.

“Y/N,” You smile a bit. 

“You both already look like a perfect couple,” The girl said. 

You look over at Alex who was a little bit blushing like you. You also blushed a little before rolling your eyes to cover it. 

“You know you two are still holding hands right?” Raven pointed out. You looked over at your hands and saw that they were still together. 

“Whatever,” Alex said before scooting a bit close to you. You rolled your eyes at the group before leaned against Alex. Maybe this won’t be so bad. 

[alexsunmners]

Hey! Can I request one where the reader has an argument with Erik lensherr and she's all confident but then there's like sexual tension and she starts getting timid and he back her up against a wall and basically rough kisses!!

A/N: I’d really like some feedback on this, because I really don’t know how to feel about my characterization of Erik, so it’d be great to hear how you feel about my characterization of him etc.

You push open the door to the danger roomwith considerably more force and considerably less caution than you should, butyou’re too irritated to care.

“I’ve got a goddamn bone to pick with you,Erik.” You snap as the door slams shut behind you. The dangerous glint in hiseye is almost enough to derail the argument you came to have, because dangerouslooks really fucking good on him, butyou force yourself to focus on your frustration, instead of the way the silentchallenge in his eyes is making your head spin slightly. “Would it fucking killyou to explain why you make us do half the shit you do? I’m pretty sure you’renot gonna betray your mission for the good of mutants by not being so goddamcryptic for two fucking seconds.”

“My methods get results. Do I really needto provide additional explanation?”

“Christ, Erik, this is not the time to be suchan arrogant bastard. Sean’s about to lose his voice, I’m pretty sure Angelhates your guts and we’re all fucking exhausted and we have no idea why we’reall being pushed so fucking hard.” You retort venomously, but your next wordsdie in your throat as Erik begins to stalk towards you.

“Are you forgetting that the rest of theworld hates us? They won’t give you a day off, so why should I? You want anexplanation? Fine. It’s vital that you all learn absolute control of your abilitiesand the best way to do that is to work at it.” He says, his voice ominouslylevel and you scoff incredulously at him.

“‘Work at it?’ What we’re doing now is not ‘workingat it’ we’re killing ourselves trying to up our stamina and strength in next tono time, so I hope you’re not expecting my next training session to be all thatimpressive because I’m shit out of firepower at the moment.” You spit, but theanger fuelling your resolve is evaporating fast in the face of Erik’s icyrebuttal, and you don’t realize you’ve been backing up till you’re trappedagainst the wall behind you.  

“Oh I don’t know, I’ve never found youlacking in fire.” He all but purrs, and as your gaze inadvertently drops to hismouth, you realise just how close the two of you are standing, but you don’thave any time to process any of that before Erik’s hand darts out, grabbing youby the back of your neck and his lips catch yours in a bruising kiss, pushingyou hard against the wall. Your hands fist in the material of his shirt, and hisgrip on your neck tightens as he bites down on your lower lip, making you gaspagainst his mouth, instinctively arching into him. His other arm is tightaround your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he trailshighly distracting circles up your spine. He moves his lips from yours, tracingthe line of your jaw with his mouth, nipping lightly at the skin there, and you let out low, needy moan as his teeth graze over the juncture of your neckand shoulder, making him pull back slightly, smirking at you. “Worked up, are you?” Heasks mockingly, and you roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” You breathe, pulling his lipsback to yours.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

[xmenimagine]

Imagine: Now, But Never Then.

Requested by Anon. Includes: Erik Lehnsherr x Daughter!Reader Request: · Hey sorry l dont realy know how to do this but would you be able to do and imagine where the reader is erics daughter and is hated for being humen and runs away from the abuse and then they all regret what they did to her and wnd up finding her like loving her best life supper happy and that sorry if this isnt how you do it and for mistakes my English isn't that good but l realy love your acount and think your amazing

Note: I'm not sure who 'they' is so I tried not to include any other characters that I didn't make up for this imagine.

Also, I haven’t seen Dark Phoenix yet so I didn’t know this scene existed but it fits perfectly????

Note revised 25th February: Not very long.

    It wasn't quiet, the day he had found you, in fact, it was rather busy, and he used that to his own advantage. From where he sat, alone, across the road from where you had been with five other people, he was able to sip his coffee slowly, and glance at the articles in the paper in his hands, all while keeping his eyes on you. It had been almost five years since he had last seen you, and, clearly, those years spent away had been kinder to you than any second spent with him. There was a glint in your eyes that he had never seen before, a lightness in your laugh that he had never heard before, and a feeling of pain in his chest that he had never felt before. You had more colour to your skin, it was no longer sunken and dull, your hair seemed to shine as the sun shone down at the small cafe you had been at, your smile spread across your face the way a real smile should and not the way your forced ones used to be, and there was a confidence in yourself that had clearly taken a very long time to grow and develop.

    Erik could remember the moments that his own words and actions had caused a small part of you to break, soon causing those small breaks to become large and empty caverns, very vividly. It was during those times where he would disregard you at any given moment, the times when he allowed the others to treat you with the same disrespect and never put a stop to it, when—at eight years old—you stopped asking for things, you stopped going to him when you had nightmares or when you were sad, or when you stopped smiling altogether, all because he was the reason why it had all happened. No child should ever feel like a burden, or like they weren't wanted or loved, but he could remember every single moment he had made you feel those ways.

    His coffee had long gone cold, and he had been glancing at the same article for almost twenty minutes before he had realised just how long he had been there, just watching you live a life that you had built for yourself without him in it, watching you be happy for the first time, in a long time, that he had been able to recall. He hated himself for what he had put you through, his own child, just because you weren't a mutant like himself. Just because you didn't share the same genetic component that had him what he was. He never saw you as his own flesh and blood, he saw you as the enemy to his kind, even when you were just a baby. He doubted he would ever feel or experience the same guilt and disgust towards himself that he felt in that moment about anything else. He realised just how much he had let slip from his fingers at that moment, and he felt sick. Erik watched quietly, with a frown on his face, as you stood up with the rest of your friends, and left the outside seating area of the cafe.

    "Can I get you a refill or something to eat, Sir?" A barista asked in a happy tone.

    Erik looked at them before quickly looking back to where you had been, seeing you walk down the path with your friends, your arm hooked with one of the other girls as you both chatted away to one another, completely unaware of his existence. He turned his head and cleared his throat, looking back at them with a forced smile, feeling a lump in his throat as he responded in a quiet voice, "No, thank you, I think it's time for me to go back home."

    It hadn't taken long for him to find you, but it had taken him a long time to want to find you, and he truly regretted nothing more than how that was how he felt now, but never then.