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Tagging: @luthorforgood, @ofalexdanvers, @master-of-magnetism, & Supergirl When: July 31st, 2020 Where: L-Corp What: Erik confronts Lena about their deal, sets his plans in motion, and reveals something even Alex wasn’t aware of. Warnings: Violence, pregnancy mention Word Count: 7,870

Lena didn't know who to trust, but she couldn't do it on her own. Hours. She was missing hours of time, and she wasn't sure how much was a result of the fear pandemic that had attacked the city and what had been reality. Lena had the knowledge to run the tests herself, but if the results came back with anything less than a clean bill of health... a childish part of Lena didn't want to be alone. So, she'd called Alex and asked her to assist in an MRI, conducted in the same lab that Alex and Sam had once used. The MRI that couldn't show what Reign was doing to Sam. Lena tried not to think about what would happen if they couldn't find anything this time as well.

"Thank you, Alex," she said shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before tugging the sleeves of her sweater down past her thumbs. "I -- I wasn't sure who else to call. Please, don't tell Kara about this. I don't want her to worry." Lena had done enough to trouble her best friend already. There was no need to worry Kara about 'what ifs'.

Alex hadn't expected Lena to call her and ask for her help to do an MRI on the other woman, she'd agreed to help though, despite the whole incident with Kryptonite. Lena was Kara's friend and Kara had said she'd handle it so for now Alex was going to stay out of it, as much as she could stay out of anything involving the people she cared about at least. She had some issues staying out of things when people she cared about, especially her sister, was involved.

When she actually saw Lena in person she could tell she was worried and Alex was glad she'd agreed to help her, hopefully she could help ease her worries. "Don't mention it" she told her with a small smile. "And I won't tell her, I'll leave that decision up to you."

Lena nodded her thanks, letting out an almost audible sigh of relief. After the fear pandemic that had attacked the city, she didn’t want to add anything else to Kara’s problems. Not until she knew that there actually was a problem.

“Thank you,” she said again. Alex didn’t owe her any favors, but she’d still come to Lena’s aid. The Danvers sisters were really something else. “I’m sure I don’t have to explain what might happened if any of my board were to find out about this.”

Alex: Oh, she was sure the board would have a field day if they found out about this and she understood that Lena didn't want anyone, especially her board, to know about it. "Well, no one is going to find out from me at least" Alex promised, she had no intention of telling anyone and she was good at keeping secrets, she also kept her promises.

ERIK: He'd given her a few weeks to get started on finding away around the detection device. Granted, yes, the most recent one had been marred by the plague of fear that had settled over the city--but that wasn't Erik's problem. It was her device, she should know its loopholes.

At any rate, this wasn't about Lena. Not really. This was about Supergirl--he'd thought long and hard about whether to go through with this, but ultimately, there had been two deciding factors.

She wasn't human--but she wasn't mutant, either. He had a loyalty first and foremost to his own people. As for the second... she agreed with him. She did. She just lacked the will to go through with it. He would be doing her a favor. He would.

His entrance this time didn't require murder--he simply levitated up to the balcony where Supergirl entered L-Corp, knowing that Lena would undoubtedly get an alert. He didn't bother to disable the camera--smiled at it, in fact. She wouldn't refuse to let him in. Not given what the alternative was.

LENA: A buzz from her watch pulled her attention away from Alex and she frowned. An alert from L-Corp’s automated security system. A landing on what Lena sometimes thought of as ‘Supergirl’s balcony’ (only to herself). She pulled out her phone to view the live feed and froze at the sight.

“Director Danvers, we’re going to have to reschedule,” Lena said, her voice trembling imperceptibly as her face went white. “I have a pressing matter I need to attend to.”

ALEX: It wasn't hard to see that whatever alert Lena had gotten scared her, it was clear from her voice and written all over her face. Alex frowned when Lena told her they'd have to reschedule, if something hat warranted this reaction from the other woman there was no way she was leaving her alone. "Lena, what's wrong? Whatever you saw clearly scared you and I'm not leaving."

LENA: Curse the Danvers penchant for stubbornness and a knack for knowing when something was wrong. “Erik Lensherr has decided to pay another visit to L-Corp, and if I don’t entertain his arrival then who knows how many people he might kill. I am not going to let him kill another one of my employees.” Her walk was missing it’s characteristic click of high heels in the comfortable flats that she currently wore and the soft sweater did nothing to help build her confidence as she stalked toward the elevator that would lead to the top floor.

ALEX: Magneto, one of the most wanted people, the man who'd stolen kryptonite last time he was here and could have killed Lena, and she wanted Alex to leave? Not a chance. "Then let me help you" she said, not waiting for an answer as she followed Lena to the elevator, even if Lena didn't want her help, Alex was not leaving. "Besides, you'll have a better chance with me there" she told her as the Green Lantern power ring on her finger became visible as she changed to Green Lantern.

ERIK: He supposed it would be too much to expect to simply be buzzed in, so he waited only a few moments before mentally shrugging--he would need to make a scene to get the police, and more importantly Supergirl--out to the scene. No harm in starting early. Erik wrapped his powers around a portion of the sign several stories above his head and dragged a chunk of the metal down. He pushed it a few meters away from the side of the building as he stepped neatly out of its trajectory before clenching his fist, bringing the metal slamming through the door and its frame in a shower of splinters and glass. He felt the electric pulse of a silent alarm shoot off immediately. He didn't stop it. He stepped across the threshold into the office, glancing around thoughtfully until he heard the elevator ding at his back. Two sets of footsteps, and Erik turned on a heel to face them, raising a bemused brow as his gaze swept over Luthor's costumed companion. "The ring has changed hands, I see," he noted--he wasn't over-familiar with the Green Lantern, but he knew as much as most people did, at least.

No doubt she thought having a Lantern there would help. Whether that was true remained to be seen. Aside from that cursory acknowledgement, Erik didn't bother with the new woman, instead turning his gaze on Lena. "I trust you have something for me, Miss Luthor."

LENA: Another argument formed on her lips and died at the sight of the ring on Alex's hand. She was familiar with power rings. Her brother had done his research into them, but the rarity of the rings had tempered his obsession with the possibility of that endless power. Lanterns spent more of their time off-world than anything. A ring with that kind of power might be enough to stand up against Magneto.

The shattering of glass greeted them as the elevator reached her office. Instinctively, she stepped between Alex and Erik. "And I trust that you are aware of recent events that might have prevented my work." Her jaw clenched in irritation, and beneath that irritation -- fear. Fear of the look she might see on Alex's face if she turned around right now.

ALEX: She was glad Lena didn't argue more with her when she revealed the ring, though she was sure she'd say something about Alex being a Green Lantern later, if they survived this encounter with Magneto. She was still new to being a Lantern but she had fortunately spent time training and figuring out how to use the ring.

Once they reached Lena's office Alex looked around at all the shattered glass "you should consider not having this many windows" she commented as Lena stepped between her and Magneto, causing her to roll her eyes. Standing in front of the one with the power ring, logical. From their words it seemed the other scientist had made some kind of deal with the mutant, she decided to not comment on that for now though as she quickly placed herself between Lena and Magneto. "Just stay behind me."

ERIK: He didn't know who this new woman was, but one sentence out of her mouth already had Erik fighting back an amused grin. She was right, of course: but obnoxious amounts of windows was a New York thing and a billionaire thing. Stark Tower was much the same way.

The protective movements of both women for each other would've been sweet if it wasn't utterly useless. Erik didn't need a direct line to someone to hurt them. But he deigned not to comment on that, instead waving a hand vaguely in their direction--or more accurately, the direction of the elevator. The cable snapped behind the doors, sending the car plummeting to the bottom. Any police would have to use the stairs. That'd add a good ten minutes at least to their chatting time. He'd need every minute of it--even now, he could hear sirens starting to make their way to L-Corp. Good. Supergirl would no doubt follow shortly.

"I did notice, as a matter of fact." Had taken a step he once swore he'd never take and locked a collar around his own neck until the spell lifted so he couldn't hurt his family after the incident with Alex.

Don't think about that.

Focus. "That being said, my visit was several weeks ago and that incident was a matter of days. You invented the device I need you to counter, and I had rather thought that with your very life on the line, you might put a little pep in your step. I see you've been more focused on upgrading security--for all the good it did you."

The doorknob sloughed off the door in a shimmering mass of airborne metal, and Erik smiled icily at Lena over the Lantern's shoulder. "I did have such hopes." The metal solidified into a book-sized projectile in the space of a moment, and hurled itself at Lena's ribs.

LENA: If the air wasn’t thick with tension and a fear that Lena was loathe to admit, then she might have scoffed at Alex’s remark about her windows. The view was half of the draw to her putting her office on this floor; if she was going to spend most of her hours here, then she was determined to enjoy it. “Director Danvers, don’t call Supergirl,” she muttered urgently. Lena knew that the director of the DEO was a friend of Supergirl’s but she didn’t know how much information they shared. “He has kryptonite.”

Lena had managed to get herself into this mess, and she’d be damned if she let the Kryptonian get hurt because of her inept security and prejudices set against her. Like she’d told the Super, she cared.

I did notice. Beneath the words was something dark — almost sinister — and she shuddered at them, taking the slightest step back. Metal hurtled toward her, but instead of feeling the all too familiar crack of breaking bones, a green glow surrounded them.

ALEX: She knew Magneto was in possession of kryptonite, Kara had told her after finding out from Lena, she didn't say anything though, just nodded. She wasn't going to call her sister when Magneto had one of the few things that could hurt and kill her. Hopefully they could manage without Supergirl for this one, either way she wasn't going to risk her sister's life by calling her.

The metal went flying towards Lena and Alex reacted, ring glowing as she constructed a green forcefield around them before the projectile could hit Lena. "I don't know what kind of deal she made with you but I'm certain she'll hold up her end if you give her more time."

ERIK: The metal stopped far too short, running up against an invisible wall, and Erik's eyes cut briefly to the ring where it glowed on the woman--on Danvers'--finger. Director Danvers, apparently. Director of what? He let the metal brick melt once more, pressing against the forcefield as it slithered outwards as a distraction while he felt for any sign of a telltale badge. Nothing. Hm. Not SHIELD, clearly, but the director of something. He was not optimistic that any government agency was less than a threat.

And with that ring, she needed to be out of the way first, at any rate. The Phoenix roiled in his veins, something like displeasure making itself apparent, though with what he couldn't tell.

"My people don't have time. They're being killed in the streets, arrested every day," he said frigidly as the metal slunk off the forcefield, gathering in a swirl of shimmering silver around his hands.

She needed to see an attack coming to throw up a forcefield, same as himself, no doubt. Erik's head tipped contemplatively, sharp gaze flicking over the two women and the room around them. A chessmaster considering the board. Ah. He remembered his training session with Jean all those weeks ago on the banks of the Hudson, and felt an idea take shape. Piping beneath the floor. He coiled his power around a bundle of them, the copper purring under his attention, and yanked up through the floor, sending Lena off her feet. But when he moved to whip the bundle at Alex in the next millisecond, the copper refused to move, and the Phoenix hissed and he froze, confusion furrowing his brow for a moment.

What-- oh. He focused more on simply sensing, rather than searching, and heart the steady beating of four hearts. Four. Two, fast with adrenaline, his own steady beat, and another, far fainter one.

Was it really? A brief sweep, and yes, the ring-wielding woman had a second circulatory system starting to take shape. The metallokinetic released the pipes, raising a brow at Alex. "Oh, Director Danvers. You really ought to go home, and let Miss Luthor and I handle our own business, ring or no--we wouldn't want something to happen to the baby."

LENA: Her eyes tracked the movements of metal -- slithering in a way she never thought possible around the force field that Alex had just generated. He was angry. Angry enough to kill perhaps, and Alex could only hold him off for so long before something had to give. Her brain ticked through possible solutions and outcomes, hoping for one that wouldn't end with death.

Erik watched them as he kept talking. Of course, he was always talking. So much like Lex on the opposite pole of the spectrum of hate -- in love with the sound of their own voice. Lena began to formulate a reply, anything to buy them more time, but her feet were knocked from underneath her and she was left with ringing ears and lungs suddenly desperate for air. Ribs screamed as she rolled to her side and sucked in deep breaths until she could hear again and the room wasn't spinning so much.

Lena moved to stand but froze at the words. The baby. Her eyes widened and her head snapped in Alex's direction. The baby. But Alex couldn't possibly be -- She pushed herself onto shaking legs, squinting as the room tried spinning around her again. Lena didn't try to address Alex, knowing enough about the woman that it would only end in argument. Magneto was the one she needed to address. "Mr. Lehnsherr, she has nothing to do with this. Just, let her go. I'm the one your quarrel is with. Not her." Lena tried again to angle her body between the two, knowing that in Magneto's hands her body was a pathetic shield for Alex's protection. The baby. Did Kara even know?

ALEX: She moved to check on Lena when Magneto's words registered. The first was that he'd heard Lena call her Director Danvers, thanks Lena, the second was the baby and her hand instinctively moved to cover her stomach. She was pregnant, she was having a baby and she didn't know until now. She hadn't checked to see if the procedure had worked yet, first it was because she'd been worried about the answer and then the fear thing and she'd just... she'd had so many things on her mind that she hadn't taken a test yet, though seems she didn't need to now. Even with the baby she couldn't leave Lena alone with Magneto, she wouldn't leave her.

She needed a plan, even without the reveal that she was pregnant fighting wouldn't have been ideal, she doubted Lena would appreciate it if they brought the whole building down, it wasn't something she could risk when there might be people inside too. Fighting wasn't an option, not an ideal one anyway, maybe she should try taking a page out of her sister's book. Lena tried to put herself between Alex and Magneto again and she rolled her eyes, what good did she think that was going to do? "Will you just stay behind me" she said, once again stepping in front of Lena before addressing Magneto. "I don't want to fight you, I don't agree with everything you've done but I understand why you're doing it, you want to protect your people" Kara was much better at this talking thing than Alex but she'd seen her sister in action plenty of times, she'd had to have picked up something. Besides, Alex could understand wanting to protect people, she’d do anything to protect the people she cared about. “The way mutants are treated is terrible, you should be able to live in peace” she was more familiar with how aliens who only wanted to leave in peace was treated but she doubted it was any better for mutants. “I don’t agree with the Accords” at least not the way they were not “and I don’t agree with the device Lena made.” The detection device was what she figured he was here because of, it made the most sense. “While I’m sure she had good intentions for it there are always those who’ll abuse that kind of technology” she’d seen it too many times to know that was almost always how it went with these things. “I know this device makes it harder for mutants and other powered people but if you kill Lena you kill your best chance of finding a way to counteract the device.”

ERIK: G-d above, they were ridiculous, pushing each other out of the way like children, like it would do anything to stop Erik from getting to either of them. They thought of the battlefield as most humans would, expecting lateral attacks. But Erik had options: he could rip the floor apart under their feet by the joists, he could bring the ceiling down on their heads, he could drag their blood through their skin from the inside out, create an aneurysm in the brain before they had time to register the pain.

He was a weapon, and never had he relished it so much as he does with the Phoenix in his veins.

Danvers talked, and sounded so much like the person Erik was waiting for that he nearly laughed. Nearly. But this wasn't funny. This was the segue into the endgame of a war the humans thought they had the upperhand in, and Erik would not be so frivolous.

"Another who concedes me to be right and yet would stop me from doing what is necessary, I see," he said, coolly. "Course-correcting is clearly not a priority for Miss Luthor, even in the face of her technology so predictably being adapted for automated, systematic hunting of my people. But you would be surprised how clearly the threat of imminent death tends to shake out the mental cobwebs." The wires and pipes began snaking toward Lena again. "I'm told she's a quick thinker. She'd best get to it. Right here, right now."

SUPERGIRL: She had the specific wail of L-Corp's alarms memorized. There was a tick in their upswing, a slight warble that was distinctly different than the layered sirens of New York's first responders. More than that, they belonged to Lena, and if there was a difference, Kara was going to find it. She had to have them memorized, had to. They meant Lena was in danger.

"I gotta– I'm sorry, it's just, I have to go." Snapper was talking, he was saying something. His mouth was set in a frown and he lifted one eyebrow like he couldn't be bothered with whatever excuse poured out of her mouth next. But she couldn't hear it, she could hear the hammering of too-familiar heartbeats across town, and it didn't matter. It didn't matter if Snapper heard the nothing excuse that fell out of her mouth, if he wondered why the elevator button was cracked.

It still felt too late when she finally sailed through the windows of L-Corp, immediately taking in Alex – oh no, no no no not Alex – Lena, and Magneto. The pipes were groaning in a quest for her best friend, and there were too many heartbeats racing too fast. Somewhere it registered Magneto had kryptonite, and she should be scared – she was, she'd told Lena as much –but she shoved the thought away.

"Alex! You shouldn't be here." Her feet skidded across the floor centering herself just in front of Magneto, eyes glowing a deadly orange. He could attack from any angle, but she was banking on him going for the imminent thread first. "Take Lena and go."

Please, please listen, just this once. She knew Alex's name came out just a touch too familiar, breaking almost imperceptibly around the edges. "Magneto and I need to have another talk about his methods."

LENA: Such rapid and intense displays of power meant that it was only a matter of time before they had company. Company in the form of Sentinels that had taken inspiration from L-Corp's own technology. Had it just been Magneto, perhaps she might have been thankful for the assistance, but now the odds were stacking against Supergirl and Alex getting out of this easily. Then, there was the baby. The dozens of facts and quantifiable variables rushed through Lena's mind as she looked for a solution that would stop Magneto from hurting anyone before it was too late, and one that wouldn't end with Supergirl's arrest splashed upon the front page.

"Supergirl, you shouldn't be here. He has kryptonite!" Lena shouted, ignoring the pipes that continued to slink in her direction at Magneto's command. "Just... take Alex and go!" She face Magneto. "Some men can't be talked to." She remembered how much she'd talked to Lex, but in the end he only loved the sound of his own voice, not the voice of reason.

ALEX: She shouldn't be surprised that Supergirl showed up and really she wasn't but she was hoping her sister had enough sense to leave when she saw Magneto, someone who had Kryptonite, was there. It was obviously too much for hope for. And obviously she shouldn't have bothered with the mask either now that Lena has used her last name and Kara used her first name. "I shouldn't be here? You shouldn't be here" at least she got confirmation that her sister knew about the baby too, and she still had to find out from Magneto of all people. "Supergirl you should take Lena and go" she doubted her sister would listen to her but it was worth a shot, one thing was for sure, she wasn't leaning either, not while Kara was up against someone who had one of the few things that could hurt her in his possession.

ERIK: Take so-and-so and go! Part of Erik noted with amusement that the whole scenario was shaping up to sound like the chicken-fox-corn problem he used to give the kids in strategy classes. G-d above.

Focus.

Observation had kept him alive this long, and observation was paramount now, in the endgame of this war. So he observed, and he didn't miss the familiarity and concern in Supergirl's tone when she spoke to the Director, or the latter's faint expression of betrayal.

Danvers. Impossible.

And yet. Erik let out a slow breath, turning his focus fully to the senses afforded to him by his mutation. Each person, each living thing, had a bioelectric signature as unique to them as a fingerprint or genetic code.

Supergirl's was familiar. Supergirl's felt exactly like that of Kara Danvers.

The Phoenix shows you the truth.

Supergirl's--Kara's--eyes were glowing red, stance and sharp words showing her to be ready for a fight, and for the first time yet he felt his heart rate tick up in response. Kara was peaceful, but she was a hero. She would protect her family, like he would, when pressed, and she had a not inconsiderable arsenal at her disposal.

Erik flashed her a smile and the pipes stopped their crawl toward Lena and began to redirect. He didn't think they'd work, of course. But he would need some sort of showy distraction, and soon, if he was to plant the Kryptonite and get away before the Sentinels arrived.

"Still such faith in words," he said. "Give me something worth listening to and we'll see who makes it out. I already offered the Director free leave, but she's quite the protective sort. Even carrying child."

KARA: He knew. How he knew, Kara didn't know, but he knew. And he'd felt the need to declare it. Her own heart sank as she tuned in to Alex's, was it too fast? What was too fast? It was too early to stress this much, stuck in that tentative moment between certain and catastrophe. Alex shouldn't be here.

Neither should Lena, for that matter. Kara could still picture the jagged lines of her fractured ribs, the way she'd stood tall on an ankle that couldn't support her weight anymore. They'd been through enough, and still had so much to lose. And both refused to leave. Their protests twisted painfully in her chest, she just wanted them safe. Please, she couldn't lose them, not either of them.

The metal switched targets and Kara could tangibly feel the relief. Magneto's heart rate was up and she'd done something by making herself a primary target. If it didn't end well for her, well...

Kara swallowed the thought. Rao, just let Lena and Alex get away. The familiar raking pain of kryptonite was notably absent, and she would be fine. She wondered if he'd heard, if the catch in her voice was a dead give away. If the uptick in his heart rate was because meeting her eyes was hard when they lit up, or if he knew, somehow, she was ready to give it all for the people standing behind her.

"Always. We've been over this, Magneto. Violence is a last resort, but don't think I won't if I have to." She took a step back, directly over the creaking pipes. A point, she was making one. She settled her own breathing, her heartbeat steady. It wasn't that she wasn't afraid, but she'd been here so many times. Life or death for the people she loved. She was ready. "I don't think I can say anything you want to hear, can I? You came here for something specific, and if I know you at all, you'll take it no matter what I have to say. It's what I will do that matters, and I'm not sure you want this fight. Not right now, not with sentinels surely on their way."

LENA: First Alex and now Supergirl were trying to talk to talk Magneto down, although Supergirl seemed to understand that fists might be the most likely result. But then Supergirl reminded them all of the latest reality — Sentinels. The thought sent anger roiling through her veins: that someone would use her technology to make a police force so targeted that it ignored the larger problem. She knew what they said in the history books about older versions of the Sentinels and it looked nothing short of genocide. Something Lex would have been proud of... and she’d had a hand to play. That was the worst part. In some ways, Magneto was right.

“Why don’t you all leave my property before the Sentinels decide to turn L-Corp into ground zero in their power hunt,” Lena suggested with a slight snarl on her face.

ALEX: Magneto had offered to let her leave when telling her she was pregnant, and maybe she should leave, she had the baby to think about now too. Protecting people, helping people, it was what she did. First it was protecting Kara, then she went to medical school because she wanted to help people, and then she joined the DEO to protect and help people, she couldn't just leave, that wasn't what she did. A green glow surrounded Alex, a personal forcefield that would protect her and the baby, but she was ready to construct a forcefield around Lena too if Magneto turned his attention back to her. Kara and Lena was right though, the sentinels were more than likely on their way and if they had to fight them L-Corp would have more damage than just Lena's office. "I don't think we have much time before the sentinels get here."

ERIK: Sentinels. The very thought of them triggered a firecracker of anger, made the metal in the room shiver with the revulsion their mention stirred. They'd been terrible during the Cold War, and he was no more happy about them now than he had been then. Another, automated way to force powered individuals to suppress the parts of themselves that made humans uncomfortable.

Not for long.

The reminder of them reminded him why he was here, and Erik let the little metallic beetle painstakingly constructed to ferry the Kryptonite close to her crawl down from his back pocket. It skittered silently into the shadows as he kept them distracted with the shimmering metal in the air, shaping itself into dangerous, lashing coils between the three women.

"She made them happen," he snapped, voice raising. "She did this, and now she has the gall to ask us to spare her building destruction at their hands? I should bring it down myself," he snarled, lights sparking above their heads.

Dramatic, but suitably distracting.

The pipes coiled around Supergirl's--Kara's ( no, don't think about her like that now )--ankles, though he didn't expect them to hold. Barely even tried. The silvery tendrils he'd been using before shot towards Lena again.

"She doesn't deserve your protection."

KARA: Kara had learned physics before she came to Earth. It made her middle school Science classes feel like ancient history lessons more than anything, something she continuously rubbed in Alex's face. She knew how metal worked, and in the moment she remembered how it could fracture.

Drop the temperature, and most substances became brittle.

She felt the metal coil around her ankles, but only just. More importantly, her eyes traced the movement of deadly coils shooting towards Lena. Rao, why didn't they just leave when she asked them to?

It didn't matter, what mattered was physics. She turned her attention to the metal moving towards Lena, pulling in a breath and letting it freeze before directing it their way. In the same moment she launched herself towards them, the metal around her ankles barely enough to feel, let alone stop her. Her body connected with the tendrils and they snapped, ice-cold in her hands as she firmly positioned herself so Erik was between her and the windows. All in just the span of a moment, she pulled in another cool breath and released it.

He could fly, right? At the very least, he could direct something to catch him.

She wondered if he fractured the same way metal did. If the cracks would start small, and spread until he broke. She wondered if he'd let himself fly before he let himself break.

She'd stop herself, if he stood his ground in the icy blast of air. She had to, she had to be better. Because it wasn't her right to decide who deserved protection, and who deserved to die.

They weren't gods.

LENA: Watching Supergirl's powers up close was somewhere between awe-inspiring and terrifying. The sudden blast of cold air sent a shiver down her spine and Lena backed up as Supergirl plowed through metal as easily as cutting through paper. Now more than ever she was thankful to be on the same side as the Kryptonian and not on the opposing end of her strength. Lena still remembered the grip of Reign's hand around her throat -- her life in the hands of a being so powerful that somehow was also her friend. "Shit," she muttered, eyes widening as Supergirl turned around to attack Magneto. At this rate, they were going to bring the building down around them.

ALEX: Kara reacted faster than Alex, of course she did she hadn't expected anything else but Alex still constructed a forcefield bubble around herself and Lena, keeping it up this time. She watched her sister using her freeze breath against Magneto after breaking the metal with it, she wasn't sure what Kara's plan was but if there was one person she trusted to know what they were doing it was Kara, especially when it came to Supergirl things. She might be rash sometimes as Maggie had pointed out a few times, but Alex still trusted her sister, trusted her enough to leap off a building without a second thought because she knew Kara would catch her, and she was going to trust her now too. She knew the sentinels were on their way though and the last thing she wanted was for her sister to get arrested, not to mention fighting sentinels would definitely bring this building down, if Supergirl and Magneto didn't do it themselves first.

ERIK: She was brilliant, and in spite of the situation, in spite of what he was here to do, he felt pride rise in his chest. This was one of the things he loved most, when he was teaching and training others: witnessing them fully comfortable with their powers, thinking on their feet and using them in new and creative ways against their opponents, using their academic knowledge in a fight.

He'd anticipated laser vision, perhaps, or an attempt to melt the metal by way of heat. Freezing was unexpected, out of the box, and Erik realized in the moment he was forced to block out the frozen metal or feel the sting as if against his own skin that he had underestimated her. He hadn't seen her fight often, and he was beginning to see why so many tried to avoid that very scenario. Strong fighters were one thing--creative fighters were an entirely different sort of beast.

Incredible.

And then she was turning on him.

The icy blast of air nearly took him back a step. The shock of cold snatched the air right out of his lungs, and Erik had to decide what to do quickly.

Bend, or break?

He'd had to make that call before, but never under circumstances quite like this. He'd started this fight, set it up despite knowing his opponent was one of few that likely could actually kill him. That he believed she wouldn't take that step was why he was here at all. To retreat, regroup, would be an admission of strategic miscalculation in front of three opponents Erik cared little to let see any trace of weakness. And perhaps it was a miscalculation: he'd underestimated her once already. Was he wrong here, too? Could she look him in the eyes and kill him? He didn't think so. She was a bleeding heart, another person with the power to rock the world on its axis who tried so very hard to avoid speaking the language of war that it ran on. She wouldn't kill him. He was sure of it. But was he sure enough to bet his life?

Wrong question--of course he was. He bet his life on his own convictions regularly, had done so for decades.

No, more importantly: was he willing to risk the painstakingly plotted revolution that was to come in just two days' time, the countless mutant lives that could be liberated, on calling Kara's bluff? The pride cometh before the fall, after all. And closer to home: was he willing to risk putting Jean through losing someone else simply for the sake of posturing, mere weeks after the happiest day of her life?

The answer to both of those questions came easy. So Erik locked eyes with Kara, for a moment that felt like eternity with the flash-burn of ice snapping across his skin and biting like fire. And then he gave his ground, let the blast of air carry him off his feet and out into the open air.

In freefall, he felt the bird slide into the driver's seat. He didn't need to think, because he could feel everything. The buzzing network of electricity that ran through this city in a web pulsing at the speed of light, the countless cars and streetlights and rebars contained within just the nearest city blocks, the lines of force emanating from the Earth's core out into the atmosphere and beyond. It wanted to flex, wanted to fly. So rather than pick himself out of a fall with an uncomfortable jolt to the wrists--and the bracelets that sat there--he felt the easy pressure of a forcefield settle at his back like a hammock. Almost peaceful, thirty stories above New York. Except there was still a battle taking place several floors above, one he started and had every intention of finishing. A chess match with players he hadn't crossed before. He caught a silhouette in the window above him, a cape billowing behind, and he grinned up at the figure and offered a wave.

She wanted him out? Fine. Wanted him to catch himself? Sure.

She wasn't the only creative fighter between them.

Ordinarily, something like this would tax him to the limits--if not of power than of concentration, especially with the separate shields up around HQ and the mansion. But the bird had never met a limit it couldn't help its host blast through. So he closed his eyes and reached.

They were expecting him to come back up to the window, that's why Kara was standing watching. Making sure he lived, no doubt ( he'd been right, she wouldn't have killed him ), but likewise squaring up for his answering attack. Of course--retreat, regroup, return.

But that didn't mean he needed to put himself at risk of another hit of frost--or worse. So he sent his little beetle skittering over to the mess of shattered pipe on the floor by the elevator doors. And then those very doors melted down and slunk across the floor. The rubble of frozen pipes might be little but icy scrap metal that stung to feel, but he could feel it, and felt the pieces rattle faintly as what must have been a protective shield while he was in the tower dispersed.

How kind. Just in time.

The fluid metal that had once been Lena's elevator doors reared up behind. Metallic hands lashed out through the flickering field, snatched Lena by the shoulders, and dragged her back--through the open doors into the shaft.

The now-cabless shaft.

Erik knew the physics. 70 stories up, the crash to the bottom would take less than seven seconds. Superspeed in a tight space would be a delicate balance. Weaving the cables across the shaft after Lena would make things even trickier--laser vision or cold pointed in Lena's direction could be lethal if not well-controlled.

Erik hoped, genuinely, that Kara's creativity managed to get her to the woman in time as he let the forcefield around him carry him blocks away and to firm ground once more. He knew, after all, what it was like to be too slow to save someone you loved.

He didn't wish that for her. But his people came first. They always would.

KARA: For a moment, she thought he was going to let himself break. Frost danced around them, the temperature in the room dropping considerably. The metal at her feet cracked and snapped like wood in deep frost and she thought she was going to have to be the one to give. Her stand would be made with her sister and her friend at her back, toe to toe with one of the few people on Earth who could hurt her without breaking a sweat, kryptonite notwithstanding. She thought of fractures again, how they started jagged and small and spread until all structural integrity was null, and if she'd managed to crack Erik at all. Or if he'd known from the beginning she didn't have the heart the truly break him.

He met her eyes before he let his feet get light, and she knew without a doubt it was a choice. There were a dozen ways to stay put, all of which he could manage. But he lifted, and he held her gaze in the moment before he bent. And she was relieved, so relieved as she pulled in a breath and breezed through the frost at her feet. She was, but a part of her knew it wasn't over. The look in his eye hadn't been one of defeat, it had been one of stark, steady defiance; a storm not quelled or settled but centered, waiting for the perfect moment to rage once more.

It had her hands clenching at her sides, her movement in the window restless and unsure as she watched him fall, slow, and wave. This wasn't a battle lost, and she found herself tensing for the next blow, even while unsure exactly when it would fall. Unfortunately, it didn't come as she'd expected. The soft gasp behind her pulled the air from her chest, her heart stutter-stopped, and for a moment time ground to a halt. She heard the metal solidify around Lena, and the drag of her feet across the floor before they dropped over nothing. Seventy floors. On Earth it was 9.8 meters per second squared, but it had never really matched up with Kryptonian Sulls, and it wasn't a simple math equation, it never was. She had approximately seven seconds from the time Lena's feet found empty space at the top of the elevator shaft, and the time they'd come to a sudden halt at the bottom.

One wasted with Kara working her mind around the sound of metal creaking around Lena's chest, and the sound she'd made as she was pulled backwards.

Two. She found herself at the top of the elevator shaft looking down as the tips of Lena's fingers disappeared behind a web of cables. Every obstacle between her and Lena would fall exactly where it absolutely couldn't. And Erik had ensured there were far too many obstacles. She couldn't freeze them, she couldn't melt them, she couldn't–

Three. She just had to be faster. She'd slowed the turn of the Earth once: another Earth, another time. The consequence had been death, written in ink at the end of a book. A twist in fate had seen her live through it, and she hadn't spoken with anyone about it since. She wasn't the Flash, she couldn't fly faster than time, but she could fly faster than 9.8 meters per second squared. Lena's life depended on it.

Four. She broke through the first few layers of interwoven cable and the release in tension echoed with a snap down the elevator shaft. Her fingers barely wrapped around each tendril as it flailed towards Lena, the force tugging even against her strength. Pieces fell, but they all fell at the same rate, right? Five. Just a touch faster, and her arms wrapped around Lena, tucked just lower than her with her cape pulling tight around the both of them. That's when math always came back into play. Two seconds too slow, and humans couldn't just stop. This was a calculation she'd done far too many times, catching cars and trains and space crafts hurtling across the galaxy. She couldn't allow herself to become the floor at the bottom, otherwise it would have all been for naught.

Six. They slow as fast as Kara can manage without hurting Lena, still too fast. The air sucked in around them, and their feet hit the concrete light enough that it didn't crack. It didn't spider or thump, she'd done it! She had only a moment to let out a small cheer before–

Seven, the cables and chunks of metal rained down around them, bouncing off of Kara and the cape she'd flung over the both of them. The cacophony rattled up the walls of the elevator shaft and Kara pulled Lena close, like she could shelter her from the chaos just as surely as she sheltered her from the metal itself. And for a moment it hurt, her own gasp filling the ringing silence left behind once the debris settled.

"We're, ah–we're okay!" She called up to Alex as she pulled the metal that had wrapped itself around Lena away, but something about it made her hands burn. It fell to the floor with one final clank, and Kara took two careful steps back. The feeling faded quickly, and she made a point to pull in a breath. She was Supergirl, she couldn't look weak. "Are you alright?"

Her hands moved restlessly across Lena’s shoulders, all sound zeroed in to her heartbeat. Something burned just beneath the surface, something shifted. But they were safe, they were alright. Lena’s heart thumped too fast, and she could hear Alex breathing hard from the top of the elevator shaft. This wasn’t over, but they were safe.

She thought.

Her eyes found the metal she’d pulled from around Lena, for just a moment, thinking of the way it had burned her hands.

But Lena’s heartbeat was louder, and she had seventy stories to climb. It could wait.

#ff: master of magnetism #ff: ofalexdanvers #ff: luthorforgood

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xxplastic-cubexx · 1 month ago

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im forcing you all to look shady-car-salesman erik

[What If Magneto Had Formed The X-Men With Professor X?]

#snap chats #DUDE WHAT IS THAT. I SCREAMED #also before any of you go read this dont it's so nothing. the title LIED it's the most nothing story ive read so far #thankfully this is only a one shot but man. i shouldve listened in that This Is Isn't Worth It #this is literally the only time erik's in the whole thing too btw bar a prologue recapping what happens in the og timeline #im so deadass like he also shows up in some bg shots but thats literally it he says nothing else beyond this page #'what if magneto formed the xmen with charles' god yeah what if. i sure wouldve loved to read that.#'what if they formed the xmen' genuinely yeah how did they do that. can we see that PLEASE.#the only perceivable difference is that erik lives at the x mansion and Probably isnt terrorizing people. and has this god forsaken look #i rescind my statement he's terrorizing ME with that beard and. //gestures everywhere else//#he looks like he's going to try to scam me into buying a shitty ferrari i cant ill take the viking beard just not this #also i think gaby and erik are just. inexplicably married????? they never cover that ???? thats just a thing to vaguely acknowledge #they dont even say it there's a book that's credited as 'erik magnus lehnsherr' and 'gabrielle haller lensherr' like ok. what.#they dont even properly tell us why eriks here or like. how erik and charles find the xmen. or why gaby's here vjeALKJEK #LIKE COOL HI GABS. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE she's a mutant now. forgot about that. ???????????????#the weird plot did distract me from. Whatever This Is but now im focusing on it again and im dying #i think what's really killing me is the earrings like oh my god. wow ok. wow...... terrible choice !#if i squint i can imagine the ponytail's gone from his side profile and it's a lil better but ...... jljalKjalJA #anyway i said id read every xmen comic and. regretting some choices but we ball #for now im gonna go wind down ... maybe doodle a bit who's to say ..

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keeper0fthestars · 5 years ago

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TAG Game ✨

tagged by: @ithinkwehitametaphor thank you lovely, i have never seen this one and it was so much fun. :)

Answer the questions and tag ten people you want to get to know better:

Three TV shows I would have joined friend groups in: Star Trek TNG, Smallville, Pushing Daisies

Three animated universes I wouldn’t have minded living in: Agrabah, San Fransokoyo, Berk

Three fictional characters I relate to: Din Djarin, Anne Shirley, Bucky Barnes

Three fictional characters I wouldn’t vibe with: Bruce Wayne, the Joker, Saruman

Three fictional characters I would be good friends with: Luke Skywalker, Inigo Montoya, Eowyn

Three fictional characters I would probably most definitely have romantic feelings for: Bucky Barnes, Din Djarin, Aragorn

Three villains I’d want to have a chat with over coffee: Killmonger, Ronan, Erik Lensherr

Three superheroes I’d want to be for a day: Carol Danvers, Logan Howlett, Cara Dune

Three abilities I would want to have: super healing, telepathy, telekinesis

Three ships I sail as the fierce and feared captain I am: Aragorn x Arwen, The Doctor x River, Stucky

Three fictional female characters I feel empowered by: River song, Leia Organa, Okoye

Three fictional male characters with good ethics and morals I believe deserve more recognition: Bucky Barnes, Din Djarin, Sam Wilson,

Three fictional lgbtq+ characters I would take bullets for: Captain Ray Holt, David Rose, Captain Jack Harkness

Three fictional places I would have liked to visit: Hawkins Indiana, Middle Earth, Wakanda

Three costumes worn by fictional characters I would have rocked: Amy Pond, Pepper Potts, Luna Lovegood

Three characterization tropes to describe myself: “ ‘tis but a scratch”, “Life is pain highness - anyone who says differently is selling something,” “Milk was a bad choice.”

tagging: @lareinadehades @lannister-slings-and-arrows @devilsblackflame @yesimstillrunning @rubyrosettared @bucky-is-my-precious

#tagged 💜#tag you're it #no pressure obviously #only if you wanna

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niralamba · 6 years ago

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Xavier against Magneto

interview for GQ México, May 2019

link to the source below =>

In an interview, the actors James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender tell us about their participation in Dark Phoenix and their history behind the X-Men saga. James McAvoy has it clear, he is jealous of Michael Fassbender and the rest of the cast in the x-men saga. The reason is simple: he would have liked for Professor Xavier to have a suit too. One very showy, a superhero one, and yes, he is a little bit jealous. "Yes, a little, the truth is I would have liked to wear an attractive superhero costume, even so, I have the look of an action man with a turtleneck, which I like" says Professor X and his reflection comes after a decade to be in the skin of the mutant leader and when many point out that the mutant path has come to an end. Sometimes, memory fails and more with superheroes movies, because the first thing that comes to mind is the marvel cinematographic universe, the MCU monopolized our attention the recent 10 years, however, if we analyze it carefully, those who marked the pattern for the action genre of the 21st century was the mutants and they got it through the first X-Men (2000) by Bryan Singer. Dark Phoenix is the twelfth feature film of the franchise and the fourth installment of a series that continues to explore the origin of its characters. And also it would seem that it wants to play with our heads, what is known as a deja vu, why? Everything points out that the film is closing the circle of its era with 20th century fox before Disney takes control of the rights of the franchise and will do so adopting one of the most complex storylines among its fans, the dark phoenix created by Chris Claremont and John Byrne in 1980. Some years ago, the franchise of x-men first class (2011) managed to renew the popularity of the series thanks to the exploration of the origin of the enmity between Professor Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr aka Magneto, generating more than satisfied viewers and with the expectation of seeing more thanks to the work of two actors who are not only the pillars of this story, but in recent years emerged as icons of Hollywood and world cinematography, and what better to chat with them about what it holds for this movie (and what the future may leave) A FAMILY MORE THAN MUTANT. If something they have in common the trajectories of McAvoy and Fassbender is that their natural histrionic talent has allowed them to diversify and not fall into an interpretation stereotype, from one film to another we see them in very different characters, disparate, for example: Michael looked futuristic and chaotic as David in Prometheus, while James showed off his talent in Split and Glass playing Kevin and his multiple personalities. But x-men has something special for them, something that motivates them to come back and repeat "I think it's a combination of several factors" says McAvoy "We all enjoy playing these characters as I do, I love this company of actors, here there's a true family that goes back 10 years ago and for which you feel a lot of loyalty and affection " In that sense, Michael agrees with that idea and delves into what it's like to be a fundamental member of this family. "I love the journey that has led to Dark Phoenix and I specifically wanted to return, because Simon Kinberg would direct, I wanted to do everything I could to make things turn out well, he is a fantastic collaborator and seeing him in the director's chair made me very emotional" says Michael, highlighting the fraternity that has been formed within the production crew, although it's not the only reason that motivates them. The depth of their characters, as they have evolved throughout the movies, in addition to the political and social settings where they are developed are also excellent pretexts. The mutant phenomenon within x-men brings to the table racial issues, class, social inequality, prejudice and the reasoning of these issues, through their characters is, in essence, the pillar of the franchise. Magento seeks to locate his race above the pyramid and Xavier appeals for equality with humans, but how do they develop in this new delivery? What evolution we will see from Magneto and Xavier? Michael answers enthusiastically "Finally he has become the leader of Cuba that has always lived inside him! (Laughs) He has formed Genosha, his own community: an independent state/nation where the mutants live in harmony, without being attacked and in where anyone who agrees to help can be incorporated, is a self-sufficient community, not locatable and that was the struggle of Erik during the franchise " For his part, McAvoy makes it clear that the professor also presumes a profound transformation "Charles may be the leader of a social movement, but now he is the leader of a political movement, I think that's what he looks like now. which justifies by saying that he is loyal to his principles, although it seems to me that he has forgotten that those principles only exist to protect his family and his species, Charles somehow has forgotten that" says James, almost in love with his character. It's true, Dark Phoenix's argument is one of the most popular and puts one of his allies Jean Grey in direct confrontation with them, a situation that drives the characters to join forces, rethink their current situation and evolve. "What I find most interesting about Charles is that he is not selfish and he is not very vain, he is very wise and his empathy is what drives him and his detachment and almost sacerdotal nature are what defines him. somehow that disappeared in the two previous films and returns in this one. It was something that I liked, I really enjoy exploring that notion of fallibility" James finishes. REVENGE TIME. In Latin America, Simon Kinberg's name may not be as popular, but he is a select member of the mutant family, he has written and produced previous installments of the franchise, such as Apocalypse, Days of Future Past and he also wrote The Last Stand. Now his revenge has arrived. On this occasion, Kinberg debuted as a director and his place in that chair was something natural for Fassbender who knows and appreciates him. "Kinberg was very relaxed, very confident, he seemed to be doing this for years, he is also a very intelligent man, he is the kind of person who doesn't speak unless he knows about the subject, he observes, he listens. That makes a great director" Says Michael. While James, in turn, points to the particular style that the director printed on his debut. "The interesting thing was his instinct to make the film something more subtle, based on the performance, we're still going to have a show, but that was his way of doing it, going down to make it look more real. of the emotional drama "says McAvoy. Added to the cast is the consecrated Jessica Chastain (Zero Gravity, The Help) and her participation, although she is not the star, is key in Phoenix's journey to this dark stage. She is one of the reasons for her unbalance, to keep her out of control. Although her skills in front of the camera were that this duo almost completely missed. "It was great that she joined," emphasizes Fassbender. "But we didn't have many scenes together, just a few moments in the final scene, she is present with Jean, so it was mainly through acting patterns that I interacted with her character" James is not left behind the anecdote. "I think we only have one scene together ... unfortunately! In fact, I have a couple of scenes with her character, but she was not there, sometimes, it was just a special effect, one of the reasons she says that she took the job was because she expected to meet and act with me, but barely and we crossed paths! " RISE OF THE PHOENIX. When Sophie accepted the role of Jean Grey, surely she knew that in her hands she had a vital character for this cinematographic stage who, incidentally, is considered by experts as the most powerful female figure in the Marvel universe. In Apocalypse, Phoenix only had a few flashes of its potential, although it made it clear that in this movie it would have greater strength. Fassbender, from the beginning of his participation, was more interested in the weight of the different female characters but clarifies that the conjuncture we saw today did not influence for this to happen. In fact, that was the original idea almost 10 years ago. "I think the seeds of female roles were present, Simon had some unfinished issues after The Last Stand, he wrote the script! So that was already there, and at the moment this happens, it seems to be in sync with what happens in the real world, but Simon has always thought this way, equality in everything, both for female characters, as for male ones ", he concludes. With the premiere getting close, the fate of Jean Gray along with Professor Xavier, Magneto and the rest of the X-Men will be solved, and Dark Phoenix will unveil us if it represents the end of this cinematographic universe that infected of emotion the audience, it also had inconsistencies and errors. In this last letter, we will see until the final credits. For now, neither Fassbender nor McAvoy knows what the future holds for what they consider as one of their most endearing characters. "As far as the X-Men are concerned, I've always said: If this is the last one, it's been great, we have new owners of the franchise and who knows what they're going to do? But if this is the last one narratively, it feels like a good ending " James concludes. goodbye mutants?

#Michael Fassbender #fassy #fassbender #james mcavoy #x-men dark phoenix #gq #interview

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magicallygrimmwiccan · 5 years ago

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3 - list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

… oh here we go

Sanders Sides- Logan SandersHazbin Hotel- Alastor Harry Potter- Draco MalfoyOver the Garden Wall- WirtGravity Falls- Dipper PinesMiss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children- EnochMoominvalley- SnufkinD.Grey-man- Allen Walker/Neah CampbellBatman- Tim DrakeMerlin- MerlinVLD (Yes it sucks but I still like the first couple seasons)- Keith KoganeBeetlejuice- BeetlejuiceMiraculous Ladybug- Adrien Agreste/Chat NoirFate Apocrypha- MordredUmbrella Academy- FiveBoku No Hero Academia- Todoroki Shoutou Marvel Comics- Tommy Shepherd/SpeedX-Men specifically- Erik Lensherr/MagnetoMCU- Stephen StrangeGlass Scientists- Henry JekyllCarmen Sandiego- PlayerNatsume Yuujinchou- Natsume Tanuma Percy Jackson and the Olympians- Nico di AngeloMagnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard- Magnus ChaseParaNorman- NormanArtemis Fowl- Artemis Fowl

I definitely missed some whoops

#snail-giggles

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thorne93 · 7 years ago

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The Right Path (Part 3)

Prompt: (From request) Hi! I was wondering, would you it be okay to request a Charles Xavier x telepath!reader? Where they have a mind link since their ability first showed up and so they already know each other even before theyve actually met and then he finds her when he first uses Cerebo and he and Erik go to her first?? Its an idea ive had for a while, but im not nearly an amazing writer like you!

Word Count: 1874

Warning: language (maybe??), child abuse, mental and physical abuse, depression…

Note: I LOVED this request. Thank you for sending it in. I am so sorry it took so long to write. I hope I did it justice dear. Plus, thank you for the super sweet note ; ) Beta’d by none other than @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Forever Tags: @capsmuscles @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejemersoninferno @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis @thefridgeismybestie @bubblyanarocks3 @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens @feelmyroarrrr @kaeling

James McAvoy: @bohemianrhapsody86 @lenawiinchester

Charles Xavier: @bohemianrhapsody86 @lenawiinchester

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Midterms. Always a pleasure.

No, they were the worst. At least finals meant you could be done. Midterms just marked the middle of a dreadful era.

You sighed as you worked on your physics homework, your eyes straining from the numbers and symbols so badly that your vision actually got blurry. College wasn’t much better than high school, but at least you didn’t live with fearful and hateful parents. Your roommate didn’t want much to do with you, but you couldn’t blame her. You shut yourself off from her on day one. You couldn’t bear the thought of friends and knowing their every thought. At least if they weren’t a friend, their hateful and judgemental thoughts weren’t as hurtful. You had gotten to the point where you sort of tuned out other minds, but you could still hear them, all the time, no matter what.

“Y/N,” the dorm RA said as she came to the doorway and knocked on the bedroom door. You lifted your head from your studies and eyed her. “You have visitors in the lobby,” she informed.

You frowned at her, seeing the two men in her mind. At first, they weren’t recognizable to you, devilishly handsome, but no, not recognizable. You followed her down the lobby where the two men who looked like models spun to face you and you thought the wind had been knocked out of you.

A tiny gasp escaped you when you laid your eyes on him.

Charles Xavier.

He was real...And he was here. In front of you. You didn’t recognize him in the RA’s mind because she saw him for a brief second and she already contorted her memory of him. But in front of you now was the man who visited your dreams. He looked even more handsome in person. He was absolutely dashing.

“Charles,” you breathed without meaning to.

“You two know each other?” Erik asked, his eyes narrowing in the slightest.

Charles couldn’t take his ocean blues off of you though, they were permanently pressed to your face.

“Uh, yes, in a sense,” he answered. “She’s a telepath. She and I have had an unorthodox mindlink for quite some time now,” he informed with a handsome grin that made your insides melt. His voice...It was better than you could’ve ever imagined. And...He was British? Interesting.

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” you gushed as you ran forward and hugged him, happy tears spilling over. It wasn’t usually like you to hug or touch anyone but you felt so connected with him. Like he was the one person on earth you could trust.

He grinned widely in response as he hugged you back.

“You too.”

“How did you find me?” you questioned with glee.

“A long story. Do you have time to talk?” he asked.

You looked around, hoping to find a quiet place but everyone was chatting in the common area and it was rather loud and intrusive. You already heard the thoughts of the other students: “What are they doing here?” “Who are they?” “Why are they talking to her?” “How does she know two foxes like that?” “What could they possibly want with a nobody like her?”

Swallowing your insecurities you said, “Yeah, this way.” You lead them a few buildings away from campus to a small eatery, but only one other person was in there apart from the staff. “Do you want anything to drink? Coffee or...?” you questioned awkwardly, gesturing to the bar.

“No, we’re fine,” Charles assured with that glowing smile that you were sure would never tire of.

“Charles?” Erik said, an attempt to bring him back to reality.

“Right, right,” he quickly said, shaking his head. He gestured to the table in the corner with an open hand. “Shall we?”

You nodded and the three of you sat.

“I’m Erik Lensherr, by the way,” the other wildly attractive man stated as he extended his hand to you.

“Oh, charmed,” you said, taking his hand and shaking it. “You have no idea how thrilled I am to finally meet you,” you gushed your eyes going between the two of them.

“And I you,” Charles noted.

“Charles, you have a bit of drool on your chin, you might want to wipe that up while I talk to Y/N,” he noted sarcastically before giving you his full attention. Charles blushed, as did you, before you let a small giggle out, then you turned slightly more to your right to speak with Erik.

“As you may or may not have guessed, you have a mutation,” Erik started, “Charles tells me you're a telepath.”

“Is that what it’s called?” you asked innocently.

“Yes, it’s quite fascinating,” Charles began as he leaned his elbow on the table.

“Charles,” Erik chided again, his eyes going away from yours and in the general direction of his companion. “As I was saying, you’re a mutant, like us. Charles is a telepath as well and I can move metal.”

You frowned ever so slightly. “Well...while I’m really happy to know that there’s others like me, I don’t see what this has to do with anything. I’ve had these powers for four years, Charles has been contacting me through dreams, why are you two just now getting to me?”

This time, Charles answered, “Because I had no way of reaching out, but thanks to the CIA, they gave me a device that I could reach out to mutant minds. I immediately thought of you.”

“The CIA? Wha--what do they want?” you asked, panic rising in your voice as you tensed up.

Charles reached towards you. “Oh, no, no, it’s not bad. We...We have a job for you. We could use someone like you. We’re recruiting young mutants from all over the eastern coast. Would you be interested in joining us?”

You wanted to say yes...but you had a bit of a life here. And you still didn’t know them.

“How long would I be gone?” you questioned while your eyes darted all over the cafe, avoiding their intense gazes upon your face. Just having them look at you made your nerves, anxiety, and butterflies explode within you.

“We aren’t sure exactly,” Charles explained a little reluctantly, his gaze dancing to his friend’s. “We don’t know how long this job will take. Why?” he questioned incredulously. “Do you have something here?”

“Midterms?” you shyly answered, a gentle shrug coming into your shoulders as you re-made eye contact with him.

“Oh, well, midterms…” Charles noted, knowing how important education was, as he just graduated himself.

“What we’re facing is bigger than some midterm,” Erik said, his finger pointing down hard onto the table.

“I’m sure it is, but I’ve worked very hard to get where I am, I don’t think I want to throw it away for some random proposal to be in a circus of...freaks,” you spat, angry. They were just discrediting everything you’d worked hard for. Maybe it was because they were men, they didn’t get it, they didn’t get how difficult it was for a woman to get where you were.

“Y/N, please, hear us out,” Charles pleaded for a moment. “We want you with us. And mutants aren’t freaks, you’ve only been told that because of what your parents did to you,” Charles spouted quickly.

You narrowed your eyes on him.

“You think that you know because they cast me out that you know me? Or understand me?” you accused, getting angrier.

“He does,” Erik defended quickly. “He helped me. I was going to die, and Charles jumped into freezing waters to save me because I was blinded by rage.”

“Please...let us help you. We can help you learn to control your mind, your powers,” Charles informed. “You and I both know you want this. If you’re really worried about the scholarship, I’ll reimburse you,” he stated sincerely.

You pulled back from him as your eyes scanned him, wondering if he meant it.

“I mean it,” he reinforced, his eyes never once leaving yours. “But I really want you on this team. I really need to get to know you…So will you please help us?” he requested again.

After a moment, you nodded. “Okay, but I want a guarantee I can return to schooling.”

“I’ll write it with my blood if need be,” Charles promised, holding his hands up with a gentle face. You wanted to trust him, desperately. And they were mutants, like you, they weren’t like humans who would turn on you.

“So...what are we up against?” you tentatively asked, the butterflies still raging within, with these two super models sitting here gazing at you. But as soon as you asked the question, flashes of painful memories flickered in your mind. Your face whipped to Erik’s. “You poor man,” you gently said as your hand went to his cheek in an attempt to comfort what he just saw. His face contorted into confusion for a brief moment. “Shaw...What he did to you...Oh my gosh…” You shook your head. “I’m so sorry,” you apologized quickly. “I can’t control it, I just hear and see the things you think. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy…”

Erik shook his head. “That’s alright,” he assured, a soft smile coming to his handsome face. “So now you know what we’re up against. You can trust us.”

You nodded slowly. “So when do we leave?”

“As soon as you’re ready,” Charles answered, that delicate light glowing in his eyes as he stared at you.

“Okay, um, give me an hour to see if I can close out of my semester, grab a bag, and we’ll go,” you informed.

“We’ll be waiting by the car outside your dorm,” Charles said as the three of you stood.

You nodded. “Okay. Thank you again,” you emphatically said as you stepped forward and hugged Charles again, relishing in the feeling of his arms around you. He felt like home. He felt right. Everything about him made you want to trust him. You let go and walked over to Erik to hug him. He seemed to be shocked at first but recovered himself and wrapped his arms around you. “Both of you,” you stressed, your eyes meeting Erik’s, trying to ignore how being this close to him made you feel.

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You took care of withdrawing from school, packed a suitcase of your small bit of belongings and met them out front of the dorms. Erik was leaning against the car while Charles spoke to him, before they both looked up to see who was approaching them.

“Ready to go?” Charles asked with a beaming smile that made your breathing stutter.

“Uh...yes,” you said, trying to keep some form of composure around them.

“Here, let me take that,” Charles offered before taking your suitcase to the trunk.

“Allow me,” Erik sweetly said before opening the door and gesturing for you to get inside.

“Thank you very much.”

You slid into the back seat, nervous and giddy for this new chapter in your life. Praying you made the right choice, you tried to relax as Charles got behind the wheel and began driving to your new future.

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Preference: Marvel (X-Men)

Finding Out You Love Them

Characters: Alex Summers, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr, Hank McCoy & Raven Darkholme

Warnings: mentions of death

Request: “Hey could I please have an xmen first class preference where the characters find out you love them? For charles, erik, hank, alex and mystique please x” - anonymous

A/N: hope you like it !!

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Alex Summers [x]

“Come on, y/n.” Raven nudged you teasingly. “It’s so obvious how hard you’re crushing on him. Just ask him out!”

“Shh, Raven!” you giggled, nudging her back. “He’ll hear!”

The two of you were sitting out in the garden, casually chatting. Between all the training that was going on, you barely had any time to just sit and talk to your best friend. Somehow, the conversation had turned onto the topic of your crush on Alex, despite how hard you were trying to hide it.

Coincidentally, Alex strolled by and into the lounge room to grab himself a drink. He saw you and Raven sitting outside, laughing between yourselves. He smiled to himself as he couldn’t help but continue gazing at you – Alex had a huge crush on you ever since Charles has recruited you, but he didn’t have the courage to talk to you.

“I swear he’s in love with you too,” Raven continued, the both of you unaware of Alex. “I’m willing to bet that he’ll say yes if you ask him out.”

“No he won’t!” you protested, and Alex frowned as he couldn’t help but eavesdrop into your conversation. What were the two of you talking about?

“Well, we should find him right now and find out.” Raven got to her feet, and you desperately grabbed her arm and tried to stop her. “Come on, y/n, let’s find the love of your life.”

The love of your life? Alex couldn’t help but feel a swell of jealousy in his chest. He had no idea you were crushing on someone. He doubted it was him. Maybe you had a crush on Hank, or even Charles or Erik. He was about to leave when he heard the rest of your conversation.

“Please don’t, Raven.” you begged, and she rolled her eyes.

“If Alex seriously doesn’t like you back, y/n, he obviously doesn’t deserve you. You will literally be the best thing that’s going to happen in his life.” Raven exclaimed loudly as she threw her hands up into the hair, and you were about to shush her when you saw Alex standing behind her. Alex’s eyes widened, and you began blushing furiously. Confused, Raven turned around, and stifled a laugh when she saw Alex.

“H-hi, Alex.” you managed to choke out, and Alex quickly composed himself.

“Hey, y/n.” Alex stammered, taking a step towards you. He glanced at Raven, who gave him an expectant look, and he cleared his throat before saying the words he never thought he’d have the courage to say. “Um, Raven’s right. I-I am in love with you.”

Charles Xavier [x]

You had been best friends with Charles for as long as you could remember. The two of you had met as children, the both of you discovering you had the same mutation as him. The both of you could read minds, including each others, unless you purposely focused on blocking your thoughts from being read. Not like you had to block your thoughts from each other – the two of you trusted each other and didn’t have any secrets.

Except for one thing: you were in love with Charles.

Every time you were around him, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. The way he smiled at you, casually touched you or praised you in any way made you feel insanely happy.

The two of you were out in the garden in front of the mansion, just quietly enjoying the scenery and the warmth from the sun. You leaned back on the blanket Charles had lay out for the two of you to sit on, squinting in the sunlight.

“It’s beautiful.” you thought, and Charles smiled as he watched you. He loved the way you looked when you were fascinated by something.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Charles thought, and you rolled your eyes at him as he chuckled.

“God, you’re cheesy.” you replied in your head. “I don’t know why I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes widened when you realised you hadn’t blocked out your last thought from Charles, and a smile spread across his face.

“Oh, no.” you muttered, sitting up. You were about to rush off, embarrassed, when Charles quickly reached out to grab your hand to stop you. He edged closer to you, his hand still lingering on yours.

“There’s no need to be worried, y/n.” Charles reassured you, and you slowly looked up at him. Taking in a deep breath, he confessed, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I’m glad you feel the same.”

He gave you a small smile, and you smiled back. Before you could reply, Charles leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. You didn’t think that this was how the afternoon was going to go, but you weren’t about to complain.

Erik Lensherr [x]

“I can not believe you, Erik!” you exclaimed, slamming the door behind you. You were just with Erik, Hank, Charles and Logan, trying to find Raven. Next thing you knew, Erik attempted to kill Raven. Logan seemed to forget what was happening, leaving it up to you and Hank to stop Erik while Charles stayed with Logan. The whole situation was falling apart, and Erik had managed to escape from Hank. You had gone after him, and now the two of you were hiding in a hotel room.

“y/n…” Erik tried to explain, but you waved your hand to cut him off.

“No.” you snapped, and Erik sighed. “There is no excuses. You tried to kill her, Erik! That’s not what our plan is!”

“I am trying to protect us all!” Erik yelled back, taking a step towards you. Everything metal in the room shifted, but you were not intimidated. You stepped closer to him, full of anger.

“Charles seems to think there is no longer any good in you.” you growled, balling your hands into fists. “No one seems to believe there’s any good in you. But I do, Erik, but you’re making it very hard to keep believing that deep down, you’re a good person.”

“Maybe I’m not!” Erik exclaimed, and you shook your head. “Maybe I’m not the person you want me to be!”

“Stop it,” you shook your head, backing away, but Erik stepped closer. “Stop it!”

“I am doing what I think is right.” Erik continued, backing you against a wall. “And if you won’t support me in doing so, then you should leave.”

“I am not leaving you.” you replied, and Erik raised his eyebrows.

“No one’s forcing you to stay.” he leaned closer, his voice level.

“Well, I’m not leaving because I love you, Erik.” you finally blurted, exasperated. You gulped as Erik stared at you, shocked, before taking a step back and looking away. “Can’t you see that?”

Erik finally looked up at you, a pained expression on his face. You bit your lip, fearing the worst.

“I’m no good for you, y/n.” he croaked out, and you tilted your head. “I’ll hurt you. I’m already hurting you now.”

“Oh, Erik.” you sighed, stepping closer to him and caressing his cheek. “You don’t have the power to hurt me.”

He chuckled, a small smile appearing on his face. You smiled back, lifting his chin up so his eyes locked with yours.

“We can make this work, Erik.” you insisted. “But only if you’re willing.”

He finally lifted his hands up, gently holding your face. As he kissed your forehead, he whispered, “Okay.”

Hank McCoy[x]

“Dear Hank,”

You sighed as you rested your chin in your hands, wondering what to write. You didn’t even know if this was a good idea, writing a letter to Hank, confessing your crush. You were pretty sure Hank had already gone home, and you about too, but needed to write this letter. Pressing your lips together, you knew there was no other way you were going to admit it – you were too shy to say it out loud.

“We’ve been working together in the lab for a while now, and we’ve become close friends. I’ve always thought that was it, but I’m beginning to realise I think I am in love with you.”

You laughed to yourself at how cheesy you sounded, but it was true. You and Hank were practically at each other’s sides, 24/7, working on something scientific. Lab work could be quite boring at times, but Hank always seemed to make everything worth it. He was always cracking dorky jokes to make you smile, or doing extra work so you could finish up early to go home. He was such a sweet guy, no wonder you were in love with him.

“I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I just had to let you know. If you don’t feel the same way about me, I hope it doesn’t affect our friendship.”

Taking a deep breath, you reread the letter before quickly signing it off.

“From, Sincerely, Your lab buddy, y/n.”

You folded the letter, writing Hank’s name on the side, and placed it on Hank’s desk. You were about to leave the room when you groaned loudly and turned around, snatching the letter up and tossing it into the trash instead. You were too scared of Hank’s reaction, and you were pretty sure he had a crush on Raven instead.

You grabbed your stuff and left the lab, not knowing that Hank had just entered from another door. He was just outside talking to Charles, and began to clear his desk before getting ready to leave. He dumped some things into the trash, and his eyes widened when he saw a piece of paper with his name on it. Gingerly reaching inside, he unfolded the paper and began to read.

A few minutes later, you rushed back into the room, having forgotten your coat. You gasped when you saw Hank, not expecting him to be inside, before giving him a friendly smile. Your smile quickly faded when you recognised a familiar piece of paper in Hank’s hands, which he quickly hid behind his back.

“Oh, Hank…” you stammered. “Y-you weren’t supposed to read that…”

“I-I didn’t know you were in love with me.” he quickly said, and you blushed. “I, uh, I’m actually in love with you too.”

Your eyes widened as Hank began to blush too, before you breathed a huge sigh of relief. Hank laughed before strolling over to you, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

“I was about to head out and grab some dinner.” Hank put his hands into his pockets. “Do you… want to go with me?”

Smiling, you looped your arm through his. “I’d love that.”

Raven Darkholme [x]

“So how long have you and y/n been dating?” Charles casually asked Raven, and her head snapped up upon hearing your name.

“What are you talking about?” Raven asked, and Charles raised an eyebrow.

“Aren’t the two of you…” Charles trailed off, and Raven shot him a look as Charles’ eyes widened upon realising what he had just done. Quickly looking away, be quickly busied himself with some books and papers on his desk. Raven slammed her hands on his desk, and Charles timidly looked up.

“Why do you think y/n and I are dating?” Raven asked, and Charles seemed to shrink into his chair.

“No reason.” he said quickly, and Raven raised her eyebrows. Charles pressed his lips together as Raven stared at him, before straightening and spinning on her heel to leave. Charles scrambled to his feet and called out after her, “Where are you going?”

“To find y/n.” she replied simply. “And ask them why you think we’re dating.”

“No!” Charles exclaimed, rushing in front of Raven and slamming the door. “I-I may have accidentally read their mind.”

“And?” Raven asked impatiently, and Charles sighed.

“You cannot tell y/n, okay? They’d be furious if they found out I read their mind.” Charles pointed a finger at Raven, and she nodded before waving her hands.

“Yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “Come on, spit it out.”

“I heard them thinking about how in love with you they were.” Charles finally blurted, and Raven stared at Charles in surprise before a small smile appeared on her lips. She laughed lightly to herself as Charles tried to gauge her reaction.

“y/n’s in love with me.” Raven said quietly to herself, before looking up. She pushed past Charles and opened the door, and Charles rushed after her in alarm.

“What are you doing now?” Charles asked, and Raven pushed him away.

“I’m still going to find y/n.” Raven shrugged, and Charles groaned. “And I’m going to ask them out. Thanks for your help, Charles!”

Charles finally stopped chasing after her, but couldn’t help but smile at the thought that he had brought his two favorite mutants together.

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