#X Men: Apocalypse

[justmatches]

Let Me Be Your Own

Charles Xavier (Professor X) / fem! reader

Chapter 1

Word Count: 1490

First Meetings, Slow Burn, SLOW slow burn, set in mid-First Class

Note: Reader's mutation gives her the ability to manipulate/communicate with plants. Her powers are there but not very developed whatsoever, that's what Charles is going to help with :). This is him finding her after using Cerebro.

The world was quiet where she sat, her serene little nook in the park giving her a breath of fresh air for the first time that day. Work had been stressful – her boss angry and her coworkers impudent – leaving her mind buzzing and strained.

The grass beneath her was thick, a carpet on the damp Earth where she resided. She found peace in the seclusion of nature, listening to the warm thrum of the plants around her. One thing she learned since she developed her mutation was that even though there were significantly more plants than people, they were much quieter, speaking only when spoken to or when they felt something strange, something new.

Speaking of which, her thought process was interrupted by a whisper from behind her, somewhere on the ground. Someone’s coming. 

The soft sound of dress shoes clicked across the path that wound through the park, the sound turning into a light shuffle as it turned toward her, nearing closer. “Is this seat taken?” A warm voice spoke over her shoulder, compelling her to open her eyes. She turned slightly, glancing at the man behind her.

It was a generally younger man, his hair short on the sides and swept up top, a warm smile on his face, and faded blue eyes bringing forth an almost boyish quality to his features. He was put together, and dare she even say charming.

“Not yet it’s not.” She smiled, trying to hide her confusion at his sudden appearance. She watched silently as his smile widened and he came forward, sitting down in the grass beside her. She felt the grass rustle around him, the blades as curious as she was. 

As he finished settling in the grass he looked out across the park, a warm expression crossing his face at the swaths of green painting the precious little patch of the city.

“Beautiful day out, isn’t it?”

He mused, eyes flicking to read her expression, noting the curiosity of her gaze before flicking back, fixing on something in the distance.

She could feel the flora around her thrumming with a strange energy, enamored by his presence. There’s something special about him. The world seemed to hum, one of the lower-hanging branches, rustling with interest. That thought sparked her thoughts, the feeling registering that he was like her, a mutant. But a simple mutation wouldn’t send the world around them into such a state, it was almost as if his energy was reaching into that of everything around them. Strange.

“Who are you?” She asked, a little more bluntly than anticipated. Somewhere in her mind, she felt bad about being so straightforward, but her curiosity was killing her. Her eyes were trained on his, studying his features, his reactions, trying to pick up anything she could.

He chuckled, his head turning to her in reaction to her blatancy, an unbothered look on his face. “Charles Xavier,” He smiled, a nearly smug expression on his face. “You know, I’ve actually been looking for you.”

“What?” She choked, not expecting that whatsoever. What could he possibly want with her? She knew he was a mutant, but did he know she was, too? How could he know?

“I know what you are, though I haven’t quite figured out what you can do.” He stated, the words somehow answering the questions flashing through her mind.

“How did you know?” She asked, her voice low with caution.

“I have some tricks, too.” His voice echoed in her mind, her eyes squinting and then widening as she realized he never opened his mouth. He was inside her head.

“How did you-?” She stumbled, blinking away her shock. She felt an odd mix of emotions inside of her – shock, fear, comfort – all swirling in her stomach. Was she going to puke? She might puke. She had seen other mutants before but she had never talked to them, too scared to interact, and the premise that one (much less one that was literally inside of her head) was speaking with her was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time.

He chuckled, the light sound coming out in more of a breath than a laugh.

“Telepathy, darling. I can see every little thought flying through your mind, you know.” He teased, voice dancing on the air between them. She briefly thought that the sound was borderline musical.

She breathed out, a slight sound of amusement at the mix of the pet name and how obvious it was that he spoke to her through telepathy. She internally chided herself for the near idiocy of her last question, though she quickly blamed it on the shock of his voice inside of her skull.

“Then you already know what I can do, can’t you?” She asked, quirking her brow. He smiled, though lightly shook his head ‘no’.

“I’m afraid I don’t. You see, I do my best to avoid prying into people’s minds past the prominent, surface-level thoughts. I find it quite rude to snoop.” He explained, his voice serene but still laced with that joyous, youthful tone. She recognized it as hope, as though he looked confidently at every word that came from his mouth.

She nodded in acknowledgment, understanding his reasoning. “For what it’s worth, I appreciate you not picking my grey matter,” She joked, feeling the tension start to ease from her body. She was still a bit unsure of him, but he was kind, charming, seemingly honest, and the plants hadn’t yet had any objections to him. “Nevertheless, I assume you want to know what my mutation is, then?”

His lips quirked with amusement at her attempt at a joke. He could feel she was nervous, her emotions being one of the most prominent, unsilenceable thoughts she had, but nodded, affirming her question.

“I showed you mine, I think it’s only fair you show me yours.” He teased, returning her lighthearted, joking manner.

She bit back a chuckle and nodded, placing her hand in the grass between them. “It’s nothing much…” She muttered as she focused on the green blades around her fingers, the energy of their livelihood thrumming through her veins before channeling it into the ground a few feet in front of them. She listened to their voices, using the energy to spark the growth of a plant, stems and vines suddenly spilling out of the ground, sprouting up a foot or two before blooming into a delicate flower, the petals bright with energy and life. She heard him laugh beside her, a joyous, excited sound.

“Stupendous!” He uttered, amazement clear in his voice and eyes as he took a knee, leaning forward to examine the new plant closer. His hand twitched at his side and he reached out, about to touch the petals before looking over his shoulder, exhilaration electric in his eyes. “May I?” 

She nodded, a bright smile on her face as he watched him carefully take a petal between his fingers, thumb ghosting along the top of the smooth petal. He muttered something to himself, too quiet for her to catch before he turned back to her, his attention devoted to her. 

“I suppose I haven’t yet told you why I came looking for you.” He chuckled, wonder still lacing his tone.

She shook her head, a small laugh bubbling from her throat, surprised that she hadn’t yet to ask of his intention throughout their meeting. “And I suppose I never asked. Care to tell?” She smiled, eyes meeting his, his excited energy still prominent in the air.

“I’m creating a school for mutants – a safe space for anyone interested. So many of us have lived our lives in fear, in hiding; I want to help those who are willing to come with me. To learn how to control and embrace their powers, to use them for good. To build a better future,” He explained, serious and passionate at the same time. “And I want you to come with me.”

She felt a lump in her throat at the idea of leaving everything she knew behind. But in hindsight, would it be worth it? She didn’t have much to leave behind – no family, not much of a social life, and a pretty awful job. In her few seconds of indecision, she realized that what he was offering would be much better than her current life. She would be surrounded by people who understood her, who were like her, and she would have friends and a stable home. She could have everything a reasonable person wanted.

“Okay,” She breathed, her smile growing as the hopes of his better future embraced her thoughts, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the man in front of her. Though they were strangers she felt comforted by him, she knew she could trust him as he stood up, offering his hand. His smile was warm and exhilarating, giving her a hope she had never known before.

A/N: I just want to say this is my first time properly writing and publishing a chapter of a fic, so feedback is very welcome and appreciated!! My requests are open if there's anything you're itching for, and if you want more of this story, let me know :)

[felicitykings]

SCOTT SUMMERS & JEAN GREY X-Men Movies (2000-2019)

[mcudc616]

Cherik icons || x-men: apocalypse

[distort-opia]

Furthermore why is Erik the way that he is?? The man accidentally lodges a bullet into Charles' spine, panics, and goes "It's not my fault, it's the humans! This is what they want! We're both mutants Charles, we're brothers--"

He doesn't make it personal. When he says "I need you by my side," he's framing it as part of the Cause. "We want the same thing," which is the freedom of all mutants. And this attempt to distance himself just keeps going... when for Charles it was always, always personal. Hours after meeting Erik, Charles scoffs at him that "It's not just me you're walking away from," as if Erik is offending him by trying to leave. Charles brings up that Erik could be part of "something bigger" only afterwards, because to him this has always been secondary to his relationship with Erik. And in Days of Future Past, it's so painfully raw when Charles screams at him that Erik abandoned him on that beach-- but what does Erik do? He responds by framing it as part of the Cause. Again. He doesn't say that Charles left him to rot under the Pentagon or that he never bothered to find out if Erik actually tried to murder the President. He doesn't make it about him, he makes it about "us," as in all mutants. "You abandoned us all," he accuses. So it's tremendously fucking tragic and satisfying when, in Apocalypse, it's thinking of Charles alone that gets Erik to snap out of it and defend the X-Men. But even then! Despite the fact we got shown a literal Cherik fanvideo as Magneto cried One Single Tear, he tells Apocalypse that "I betrayed them." Not "him".

God, for the better part of 4 movies Charles keeps going "baby" and Erik responds with "fellow associate". I can't help but think of X-Men 97 and what Rogue said; that Erik wore the helmet because otherwise, he would've felt how much Charles loved him, and that would've interfered with his dedication to the Cause. Erik can't really handle that, the magnitude of Charles' love and his undying hope... can't really confront it, since he barely sees himself as a person. He calls himself a weapon, someone else's creation. He's so used to objectifying himself and sacrificing all that he is to a goal (first revenge, then the freedom of all mutants-- though in many ways, revenge on a larger scale) that the idea of having selfish wants and emotions is scary. Charles tells him he knows everything about him, and Erik immediately goes "Then you know to stay the fuck away from me". Except Charles doesn't, and for so long Erik wasn't able face that without a wall of some kind between them. Helmet or otherwise.

...And by God do I think Dark Phoenix is a bad movie. But the ending is the one time Erik makes it personal, and it's beautiful that we get to see it at least once (from him, and not just the older version of him). The first time we hear him admit to Charles that he saved him, and the first time he's the one to come to Charles with an offer to help. Yet he still does it when Charles is unmoored and vulnerable, and frames it as a kind of debt: you offered me a home, I'm offering one to you now. Because it's easier for him to take the initiative, this way: if he thinks of Charles as in need, and of himself as paying something back.

[editfandom]

X-MEN: APOCALYPSE, 2016 | Evan Peters as Peter Maximoff

[rolandtowen]

Erik's hair should've turned white in XMA when he unlocked his full power, I don't make the rules

[marvelsgirl616]

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto Icons || X-Men: Apocalypse

[georgeromeros]

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016) dir. Bryan Singer

[rinrink0kun]

[shiver-on-the-slab]

I'm rewatching X-Men franchise movies and I just finished DOFP and I'm debating whether I should watch Apocalypse and Dark Phoenix too.

Apocalypse has its moments but I hate how they made Erik a husband and a dad just to get him to be emo again.

Dark Phoenix is so bad I stopped watching after the first scene (the car crash scene).

If anyone has a favorite cherik moment from Apocalypse / Dark Phoenix, would you share it with me so I can be motivated to watch them?

[alvin-draper]

This was such a good moment for me as someone who is terribly abnormal about Charles Xavier. He's powerful and betrayed and so very angry. And he's wearing that cunty purple shirt which is a +10 naturally

[rubbish78]

Hugh Jackman as Weapon X behind the scenes of X-Men: Apocalypse

[mcudc616]

X-Men: Apocolypse || - Empire Magazine.

[editfandom]

X-MEN: APOCALYPSE, 2016 | Sophie Turner as Jean Grey

[rolandtowen]

Char's Whumptober Wrap-Up

here are all of my whumptober fics in one place! thank you to everyone who followed along with me this month. enjoy <3

you're the beacon / you're the light

Peter is captured and tortured for information about Cerebro. His family comes to his rescue. prompts: search party, team as family

buried alive inside my dreams (but it was all a fake out)

Charles usually sleeps like the dead. Erik doesn't sleep at all. What a pair they make together. prompts: nightmares, "leave the lights on"

all I do is try, try, try

Charles is a grad student. When he burns out during midterms, Erik tries to help with mixed results. prompts: shoulder to cry on, burnout

in the backseat of my body

Erik sees something at the mansion that triggers a dissociative episode. Charles helps ground him again. prompts: voiceless, unhealthy coping mechanisms

the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger

During an argument, Erik injures Charles. prompts: blood trail, wound cleaning, stitches, friendly fire

crawl til dawn (on my hands and knees)

The fight in the submarine goes a bit differently, and more of Erik's past is revealed. prompts: forced choice/public display, passing out (TW: non-con)

my old aches become new again

After the event of DOFP, Logan has to adjust to the chronic pain the adamantium causes him all over again. prompts: reopening wounds, asking for help beta'd by @stinkrat-aleks <3

[iolaussharpe-24]

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