#erik in the cockpit

[wishchip106]

how gay do you have to be to stare at someone you’re fighting with like this? 🤨

you can stare deeply into each other’s eyes later now is not the time….

ft. Hank and Logan judging them

they’re sick of their shit and honestly i am too… (/j)

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

You know what I would have loved in Days of Future Past? Hank snapping and yelling at Erik, about what Charles went through in the past 10 years.

Erik: You sacrificed your powers so you could walk?

Hank *putting on autopilot and storming out of the cockpit* You fucking asshole! So what if he did? What do you care? Shouldn't you be glad? Aren't you happy you don't have to put on your stupid helmet again? Shutting him out again? Breaking his heart even more? You made him already feel guilty about having his powers, do you really have to make him feel guilty about not having them? You have no right to talk about his legs like that. You shot him and then pulled out the bullet, I mean how little common sense do you have, to do such shit?

Charles: Hank, it's alright...

Hank: No. Nothing is alright. Don't you dare say that anything is alright, not after the last fucking ten years. *turning to Erik again* Do you have any idea of what you did? Not only put you on that stupid helmet and killed Shawn, which Charles felt by the way. -Oh you didn't know? Strange, and I thought you two were so damm good in talking about your feelings- Not only did you shot a bullet exactly at his spine and pulled it out again. No you had to take Raven with you. His only family left. The only nice person there was, in his fucked up childhood. You took her with you and left him alone, in pain and with the feeling that his powers were something wrong, the only mutation you shouln't be proud of. So yeah, excuse him for not only taking the opportunity of being able to walk again, but to shut his so damm hated power down. And don't even get me started on your fucked up relationship. Do you honestly think, we belived that you two were just really great friends? What do you think happens, when you break the heart of someone, who loved you so deeply, in such a cruel way? Not just someone, but a telepath, with a range of emotions we can't even grasp to understand. That they stay as cold as you? That they just keep going?So again; excuse him, excuse him for having emotions, for falling into a depression and for getting addicted to drugs and alcohol. Now would you do us all the favour of having a little bit of emotional intelligence or shutting the fuck up, asshole?

Logan: *grinning* I just rememberd why I like you.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

New Memories

Kinktober 2024 - Day 19

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader

Kink: Hate Sex

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: You haven't seen Erik in years but a stranger from the future brings you two back together. (Set in X-Men: Days of Futures Past)

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, marking, creampie, rough sex, slight clothed sex, quickie), angst for the plot, mutant!Reader (hair changes with mood)

a/n: Here's day 19! I originally had this day chosen for another character, but I wanted to write for Erik because I binged the X-Men movies, and I'm obsessed! I hope you enjoy it!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

The last time you saw Erik was in 62’ on the beach in Cuba, you had a bleeding Charles in your arms as he disappeared taking your friends with him. It had been a rough couple of years with the war drafting which took all of the students away to fight for their country. The mansion was a ghost town just you, Hank, and Charles left to pick up the pieces. Then Logan showed up talking about the future and that he needed yours, Charles’, and Erik’s help to save the future. 

So that’s how you found yourself sitting on a jet across from Erik. Charles had stormed off the cockpit after a heated argument with Erik and the plane almost crashed due to Erik’s anger. Logan followed Charles to talk to him, to try to talk some sense into him. You were pissed at Erik for everything that occurred years earlier and you did your best to keep your emotions hidden but your mutation wouldn’t let you. Your hair was a burning red color since you locked eyes with him in the Pentagon. 

You sipped the glass of brandy that Logan poured you without you even asking. Your foot tapped unconsciously on the floor of the jet as you glanced at Erik who was staring at you. “What do you want, Erik?” You huffed as you set your glass down. 

He sighed and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I want to talk about us.” 

You let out a bark of a laugh and shook your head, “There is no ‘us’ you made that abundantly clear that day on the beach.”

He rubbed his temples in frustration, “You were the one to choose Charles.” He retorted and your face hardened and pointed a finger at him.

“He was bleeding out on the fucking beach! I wanted to help because he helped us! If he didn’t, you would be dead but all you care about is power!” You exclaimed as your hair glowed a brighter red with your anger.

“I care about our kind! Making sure that we survive!” He yelled standing up and you stood up and stood face to face with him.

“Why don’t you care about me?!” You questioned with tears in your eyes as your hair slowly faded back to the normal angry red color. 

He huffed and ran a hurried hand through his hair, “Why don’t you get it?! Everything I did was to protect you!” He said angrily and you shook your head as you blinked back your tears.

“Then you should’ve stayed!” You yelled back at him.

He scoffed and his eyes drifted down to your lips then back up to your eyes and you threw yourself into his arms. You pressed your lips against his in a passionate and angry kiss. His hands grasped at your waist tight and he pulled you flush against his chest as his lips devoured yours. He scooped you up in his arms and sat back in his chair with you in his lap, your hips grinding down to press against his bulge, making him grunt against your lips and his large hands gripped your hips tighter. 

His hands moved up under your shirt and yanked it off to leave you in a bra and his lips moved to lick and bite at each new expanse of skin he could get to. Your hair shifting into a dark pink color as your panties dampen with your arousal and you moaned as he left little bruises on your skin. Your hands moved to undo your jeans and shimmy out of them. He palmed at your lace covered mounds roughly as his teeth sunk into your neck making you let out a moan and arch into his warm mouth. 

Your hands undid his belt quickly and pulled his hard cock out of the confines of his slacks and you stroked him slowly, spitting into your palm to make the strokes smoother. He grunted and groaned at the pleasure of your palm against his sensitive cock.

“Fuck, love. I missed you so much.” Erik mumbled against your skin and his hand pulled your panties aside to thumb against your bud. 

“A-ah, s-shut up.” You stuttered as he rubbed tight circles on your clit before he lined his cock up to your weeping hole and speared into you. You cried out his name as he filled you up with one stroke, your walls stretching as he bullied his way into your cunt. 

His hands gripped your bare hips tight as he started thrusting up into your clenching cunt, his pace set fast and hard making your breasts bounce with each thrust. You let out little moans and gasps as the tip of his cock slammed into your sweet spot. You leaned down and slammed your lips onto his and kissed him hungrily. Your moans muffled against his lips as he jackhammered into your cunt, making your thighs shake around his lap.  

Your eyes locked with his as you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Your lips puffy and parted as soft pants leave them and Erik’s eyes dark with lust and love. Your heart clenched at the sight and you closed your eyes as a moan left your lips as you felt your end near.

“Look at me, love.” He whispered and your eyes fluttered open to lock on his eyes and he slipped a hand down to rub tight circles on your clit softly mailing the coil in your belly snap and you gasped and moaned as you came all over his cock. He groaned your name and his eyes fluttered close as he was pushed over his edge, cumming deep in your cunt as the aftershocks of your own orgasm racked your body.

You slumped against him, panting softly as you came down from your high, your hair shifting into your natural color. You rest your forehead against his and his blue eyes lock on yours and small tears fill your eyes. “Don’t leave me again.” You whispered in a small and soft voice and you ran your fingers through his hair.

He grasped your hand softly and brought it down to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against your palm and a tear dropped down your cheek, “Never again, my darling.” He whispered and you kissed him again, hoping that his words were true.

[charlesyapperxavier]

CHERIK DOFP PLANE FIGHT

What if instead of walking away after Erik messed up with the plane, Charles continued the fight and ends up in a messy makeout session

Instead of walking to the cockpit

Charles tackled Erik first class style.

Like this

Fought like this

Ends up like this

And makes out

P.S. Logan sure won't be the one stopping it cus Erik few seconds ago was "Let him come"

P.P.S. Logan will be the one going to the cockpit

[nicolejones412]

Out of Sync Part 11

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You've found yourself with the 107th fighting Hydra, where you meet a handsome Sergeant. But something just isn't right.

A/N: This chapter has some violence (both in dreams and not), particularly against the reader. Blood, gunshot wounds, hospitals, drowning (all of which I'm sure I describe terribly inaccurately but that's how it is) Nothing really worse than previous parts.

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here. Read Part 5 here. Read Part 6 here. Read Part 7 here. Read Part 8 here. Read Part 9 here. Read Part 10 here.

FIC:

The silence on the jet was deafening as you left DC with the man who'd been the source of both so much joy and so much pain for Charles.

Going to the cockpit with Hank didn't bring much relief from the thoughts racing through Charles's head, and Erik's for that matter.

All you knew of the metal controlling mutant came from what you'd been told and what you'd seen in Charles's mind. He'd been in prison before you had appeared the first time.

Then the shouting started.

"You took her away and you abandoned me!"

"Angel. Azazel. Emma. Banshee."

With each name an image flashed in Erik's mind, and the jet began to tilt.

"Mutant brothers and sisters, all dead!"

The pitch increased as you continued to monitor his mind. You could feel the fear in everyone else skyrocket, but Erik was pure rage.

"Countless others experimented on! Butchered!"

"Erik!" Hank called, trying to get through to him.

"And where were you Charles? We were supposed to protect them!"

Hank turned to you. "Y/N, you gotta stop him."

You held up a hand, turning around to face what was happening.

"You abandoned us all."

Everyone exhaled as the plane leveled out. Hank looked pointedly at you.

Why did you let him go on?

You shrugged.

You got up and moved to take a seat at the back of the jet as Charles moved to the cockpit. He stared you down for a moment, the grief and guilt breaking through the anger in his eyes, before shaking his head and taking your seat next to Hank.

You turned to Erik who seemed like he wanted to ask something, but Logan broke his train of thought, drawing him into a conversation.

You silently thanked him and sat down before leaning back and closing your eyes.

You hadn't meant to fall asleep, simply to rest your eyes, but the prison break had apparently taken more energy than you thought. And this was not a restful sleep.

Bucky danced with you in the snow, pulling you close.

"You're never going to lose me."

He spun you away and when you turned around, his hair was long and his eyes were cold. Almost as cold as his metal hand as he grabbed you by the throat.

"You abandoned me! You abandoned us all."

Your eyes shot open as you woke up, taking in a quick breath as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

Your eyes met Charles's, who had started to stand up from a game of chess with - Erik?

Well you two mended fences quickly.

Charles blinked slowly at the intrusion. Oh how the tables had turned.

Sit down. I'm fine. You nodded to him and focused on your breathing as Erik raised an eyebrow to Charles as he went to sit down.

"Got another telepath with us then? Must feel odd having someone else enter your mind unbidden."

"Don't-" Charles cut himself off and sighed. "Let's just get back to the game."

You hadn't discussed your powers with Erik, though you'd used some of them to break him out. You and Charles had agreed perhaps that was better.

They continued in silence for a moment before Erik started the conversation again, speaking as though he wanted Charles to think he was trying to whisper, though he obviously wasn't.

"So, you finally move on from Moira then?"

What you wouldn't give for noise cancelling headphones.

Charles was a bit slow on the uptick. "Hm? What do you-? Oh! Christ no! It's not- She's not-"

"It's alright Charles." Erik really was just teasing him now. "I'm happy for-"

"She's- It's not like that. She's family. Quite literally in fact."

"Oh, my mistake. I apologize. I must've misread the situation."

Charles let out a dry laugh, avoiding eye contact with you entirely, before getting up without finishing the game and going back to sit with Hank.

Erik sighed before walking back toward you. He gestured to the seat in front of you.

"This seat taken?"

You kept looking out the window, fiddling with the ring around your neck.

"That's a lovely-"

"Don't."

Erik held his hands up in surrender.

"Alright then, who are you?" You continued to stare out the window.

"You're obviously a mutant, family to Charles. Also a telepath...Why didn't you stop me earlier?"

You continued to stare out the window.

"I'm almost sure you could've, so why? When everyone was so afraid? Weren't you?"

You sighed. "I didn't stop you because I knew I didn't need to."

"How? I didn't."

You finally met his gaze.

"You wouldn't hurt Charles. Not like that, not right now."

Erik cocked his head to the side and leaned back. "But that's not all it is, is it?"

You continued to hold his gaze before sighing and answering in a whisper.

"He needed to hear what you said."

Erik laughed. "Did he now? So you're family who he trusts, but apparently just showed up because why else would he be shocked by you speaking in his mind, but you act like you've known each other for years. You don't speak in everyone else's minds, or at least not mine-"

"Maybe I just don't like you."

"Or maybe it's second nature. You used to communicate telepathically all the time with him. Didn't you?"

You turned away.

"So you've been around some time, and you agree with me that he shouldn't have given up his powers, so why let him?"

You turned back to Erik. "Let him?"

"You must've been there when he started...Unless you weren't."

"May I ask the point of this conversation?"

"I'm simply curious."

it was your turn to laugh. "You're trying to recruit me. Like you did Raven. And short of that you want to make sure I won't hurt Charles."

"Will you?"

"As stated, he is family."

"That doesn't always mean you're safe."

You didn't have a response for that, so he switched tactics again.

"So, did you leave before or after he gave up his powers?"

"You're just not giving up are you?"

Erik shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

"Unless you'd rather talk about that lovely engagement ring." He used his powers to lift the chain you wore the ring on.

You tried to steel your nerves. He was obviously just trying to get under your skin.

Logan cleared his throat and Hank looked back at you.

"It's complicated," you stated as evenly as you could.

"Which one?"

"Both. Now kindly, let go of my ring."

Erik's power stopped suddenly, and his confident facade cracked for a moment as he looked from his hand to you.

"I'll leave you to rest now."

As he got up, you saw Charles looking over his shoulder at you, and you were doing your best to hold it together.

Had you really just used your ability to control someone for the first time? Over something so trivial? Against someone that powerful?

You couldn't help letting out a shaky breath, and Charles must have read something on your face, but you shook your head as Hank made an announcement.

"We'll be landing in about an hour."

-

You shouldn't have let them go in without you, but you were just to slow on your way in.

And in hindsight perhaps Erik was purposely being slow as well.

A few guards saw Erik brush aside two others with a gate, and as you got out, they opened fire. You didn't skip back quick enough as one pierced your shoulder. Suddenly you were back in the car, approaching the gate, but now you were bleeding all over the seat and Hank, groaning in pain.

"Charles stop the car!" Hank shouted as Erik turned back to face you, eyes wide. Hank immediately started stuffing your wound with whatever he could find.

"No!" You spoke between breaths. "Keep going...just watch...out...oh forget it."

You reached out with your mind to the minds of the three guards who would see how you broke in, and all just happened to think they heard something in the opposite direction that needed investigating.

"Should be clear."

After parking, Charles rushed to you.

"What happened?" Erik asked.

"We..." You groaned in frustration and just connected to everyone's minds.

We don't have time for this. Just keep an eye out. Get Raven.

Everyone was talking over each other.

"But how did you get a bullet in your-"

"I should stay with-"

"I'm so sorry-"

ENOUGH! you telepathically shouted at them.

You looked at Charles before speaking.

"Go. Save her."

The combination of distance and blood loss meant you couldn't stop Erik when he tried to kill Raven to protect the future.

I guess we're not so dissimilar after all. You thought to yourself as Hank drove you, Charles, and Logan to a hospital.

Charles was frantically reviewing the dressing of your wound. Logan was reassuring him that it was a good thing it went straight through.

You hadn't told any of them that it had gone straight through you and into Hank's chest. That didn't seem like pertinent information at the moment.

They simply presented you as a victim from the Peace Summit, and thankfully a gunshot wound got you seen fairly quickly.

You woke up slowly, hearing Logan's voice from the hall.

"We don't have time for this."

"I won't hear it. I can't just leave her here."

"Ah, you are awake," the nurse looking over your vitals and chart said.

You nodded. "Yes, and I am feeling much better."

"Oh that is good to hear. We should have you out of here a couple of days."

You took a deep breath. You guessed now was as good a time as any.

"Actually, I think I'm good to leave now."

The nurse blinked and smiled before writing something on your chart and disconnecting you from the medical devices around you.

Charles walked back in.

"What's going on?"

"She is healing very well. You can take her home now."

Charles stuttered before making eye contact with you as you went to stand. He rushed over to support you.

"Y/N-"

"Thank you for all your help," you said to the nurse, who smiled and left the room.

"Logan is right. We don't have time for this. I'm fine. Let's go."

Hank was walking back with snacks as you exited the room, Charles holding onto your arm. His eyes widened but he thought better of asking any questions and just walked with you to the car.

-

Charles was frantic by the time you made it back to the mansion, but not over you.

You braced yourself against the doorframe as Charles's legs gave out and Hank ran to get the serum.

"Pull yourself together. It's not over yet." Logan assured him.

"You don't believe that," Charles corrected him, pointing at his legs.

"As these go, this comes back." His face scrunched in pain. "They all come back!" He held his head with both hands, overwhelmed by the voices.

You remembered what that was like, hearing them for the first time. It was awful.

Logan tried to convince him to not take the serum as Hank ran up with the serum.

"We can't find Raven without your powers."

Charles looked to you. "Can't you-?" The question died before he could finish it.

You had to look awful, but that's not why he stopped. It wasn't because you'd never used Cerebro before either.

The look in your eyes, one simultaneously understanding and pointed. He shook his head and took the needle from Hank, staring at it, but before he could use it, he caught your gaze again.

And for a moment all he heard was your voice, the memory coming back to him.

You decide what you want. But you have a chance to help the person you love here.

He looked down to the ring hanging from your neck and then back to your eyes.

Don't waste it.

He struggled a moment longer, before setting the syringe aside and running his hands down his face.

"Hank, would you do me a favor and help me to my study please?"

-

Charles insisted you stay at the mansion when the others went to DC. You tried to argue, but your "early dismissal" from the hospital really hadn't allowed you to heal, and it showed. Truly the only thing you'd needed other than rest had been to stitch you up and get it properly cleaned, so you could take it from there, but you were exhausted.

"Besides, I have my powers back now."

"And what if Erik shows up with that dorky helmet?" you countered.

"We will figure it out."

So you ended up watching the entire thing on TV, and as things got bad, before you could think better of it, you rushed down to Cerebro.

Everything in you screamed that this was a bad idea, but you didn't know what else to do. So you took a deep breath and put on aparatus.

It was overwhelming, but you didn't have time for that now. You had to find Charles or Hank or Logan or someone there.

Don't focus too hard. You reminded yourself as you took more deep breaths. And you finally found Logan.

Wrong choice.

As his body was pierced with rebar, you found yourself being pulled to another's mind.

You saw a man you could only assume to be Charles sitting in a wheelchair.

"Oh God."

Logan, unconscious on a stone table, tossed and turned, metal claws flailing dangerously.

Calm. You asserted, trying to keep him as calm as possible.

From what you understood about the way he'd traveled, if he hurt the girl looking down at him now, it would all be for nothing.

You heard blood dripping. Apparently she was already hurt. Charles looked confused before his eyes widened.

Y/N?

"Hey dad," you said out loud in Cerebro, but knew he heard in his head when he smiled.

I didn't expect you to be there.

Well, neither did I, so here we are.

You groaned as the strain of keeping Logan calm while he actively drowned continued to increase.

Charles put his hand on your-Logan's shoulder.

It soon became clear that it didn't matter if you continued to calm him. As a Sentinel breached the door and fired an energy beam, you knew you were out of time.

The connection dropped, and all you could feel was Logan's lungs filling with water.

You pulled back and searched for Charles, this time's Charles, and it didn't take you long to find him.

As Erik walked away he narrowed his eyes as he felt your presence.

Y/N?

Please tell me we won.

Charles chuckled, looking up to the very alive Bolivar Trask.

I think we did.

-

You were unbelievably happy to have them both home, and for a couple of months you settled into a routine as you worked on getting the school started back up.

The shoe was on the other foot now as you helped Charles get used to having his powers again, and eventually he started teaching you more about how to use Cerebro.

Once the first students started enrolling, you could truly see the life on Charles's face again.

One day when you walked into his study, you could tell something was off.

"What's up?"

He sighed, running a hand down his face, before making eye contact, a mix of emotions flooding his face. Care, fear, and guilt to name a few. It even looked like tears might be welling in his eyes.

"Charles...you're scaring me."

"I'm sorry. It's just..." He sighed. "It's just that I love you, and as much as that makes me want to keep you close, I can't be selfish."

"What are you-?"

"Hank believes it is your own power that allows you to traverse universes and timelines."

You sat in stunned silence for a moment, processing.

"That's not...It can't..."

"He thinks someone else may be hijacking that power in some way. That perhaps it was dormant and you hadn't discovered it yet, but someone else had and found a way to...manipulate it."

Your mind raced. That couldn't be possible, could it? It was true that the feeling when you skipped back, especially for longer stretches wasn't all that dissimilar to when you'd jump between universes.

"How would someone else-?"

"It's not entirely unheard of. And if he's right, which I think he might be..." Charles took a shaky breath.

"The way home you've been searching for might just be....you."

A/N: Wait whaaaat? Who could be doing that? Provided Hank is right. We'll just have to see... (also I hope you enjoyed a bit of a longer chapter, consider it an I'm sorry for slowing down my updates recently)

-

Read Part 12 here.

[multi-fandoms-posts]

Between Mission and Seduction

X Men Masterlist

It's a beautiful, sunny morning as the X-Men team sets off on their next mission. The atmosphere is tense, as it's a delicate operation ahead. Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, and Y/N are sitting in the cockpit of the jet, while the other X-Men, including Jean, Scott, Logan, and Storm, have taken seats in the back.

"Okay, team," Charles begins calmly and focused. "Our target is a secret government facility where they are presumably conducting experiments on mutants. We need to be cautious."

"Pff, what nonsense," Logan mutters from one of the back seats, arms crossed. "When has it ever been easy?"

Erik, standing next to Charles, frowns and adds, "This time we really need to make sure no one gets left behind. The security will be extreme. They know we're coming."

Y/N sits quietly in their seat, looking at Charles and Erik with a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, my focus is elsewhere. But sometimes distraction can be quite useful, right?"

Charles raises an eyebrow, trying not to react to the comment. Erik glances at Y/N with a thin smile. "Now is not the time for your games, love."

"Oh, really?" Y/N leans back casually as the jet speeds through the clouds. "You seem a bit nervous, Erik. But don’t worry, I'll be happy to help you relax later..."

Charles clears his throat and tries to refocus on the mission. "Y/N... it would be helpful if you could support us a little right now instead of..."

"...instead of completely distracting us," Erik adds dryly, his eyes still on the controls.

Y/N grins innocently. "But I am supporting you! After all, I'm here to make sure you both stay sharp outside the battlefield too. You know how important it is to stay focused... even if one looks so tempting."

Jean, sitting in the back with the others, tries to stifle a giggle. "Is it just me, or is it getting very... hot in here?"

Logan grins broadly. "I wouldn’t have missed it. I find it damn amusing how the two most powerful mutants in the world are thrown off by a single comment."

Storm shakes her head, but also tries to suppress a smile. "Focus on the mission, everyone. We're almost there."

Charles, his brow now slightly furrowed, closes his eyes briefly to collect himself. "Y/N, really... you're not making it easier for us to stay focused."

"Oh, but Charles," Y/N says with an innocent smile, "I thought you loved challenges."

Erik mutters under his breath and reaches out to check some metal parts in the jet to calm his nerves. "You know exactly what you're doing, Y/N."

"And you know exactly how much fun it is to see you like this, Erik," Y/N whispers in a seductive tone.

As the jet finally lands and the team heads to the ground, the tension is palpable. The facility is before them, well-secured and surrounded by guards. Charles and Erik strive to maintain their professionalism, but Y/N's comments still hang in the air.

"Alright, team," Charles says with a hint of tension in his voice. "We'll split up. Erik and I will handle the guards on the right side. Y/N, you... just stay close to us."

Y/N grins and positions herself between them. "Oh, I'll definitely stay with you both. After all, you're so... protective."

Erik sighs deeply and uses his magnetic powers to keep the guards' weapons at bay. "Y/N, please..."

"What? I'm completely on it!"

Scott, observing from a distance, speaks quietly to Jean. "Is it always like this?"

Jean nods. "This is nothing new. But it’s always fascinating to see how easily they get thrown off."

The team cautiously moves through the facility, bypassing the first guards who are effortlessly disarmed by Erik. Suddenly, a loud crash erupts as a hidden energy weapon activates and fires at the team. Before anyone can react, Y/N is struck by an invisible force and slammed against a nearby wall.

"Y/N!" Charles calls out immediately and sprints as fast as he can towards her.

Erik follows closely behind, both with panicked looks in their eyes. Y/N lies dazed against the wall for a moment before lifting her head and looking at them with a grin. "Too bad… I was hoping you'd slam me against the wall."

Erik comes to a sudden halt, staring at her with a mix of astonishment and affection. "Really, Y/N? Now?"

Charles, standing beside Erik and checking Y/N's injuries, shakes his head slightly but can’t suppress a smile. "You seem fine if you're still able to make such comments."

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine." Y/N dusts off her clothes casually and gets up. "But I could use a little… attention after the mission."

Jean, who has been watching from a distance, can no longer hold back her laughter. "I have to say, this is really incredible. The two most powerful mutants in the world, and Y/N is playing with them like they’re puppets."

Scott shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't think I'll ever be able to look at Charles and Erik the same way again."

Logan grins widely. "I like it. It shows that even the great ones aren’t invincible."

"Focus, Guys," Storm says seriously, though she too is trying to suppress her smile. "We have a mission to complete."

Charles sighs quietly and looks at Erik, who rolls his eyes but still wears a small smile. "Come on, Y/N," Erik says, "let's finish this up. We'll talk later." Y/N winks at him. "I'm looking forward to it."

As the team continues to search the facility, Charles and Erik manage to keep the opponents at bay, but they keep exchanging glances whenever Y/N dives into dangerous situations without a word.

"I think I need a little backup," Y/N says, winking at Erik as she knocks a guard to the ground. "Or should I save you both?"

Erik gives her an exasperated look, though there's also a hint of affection in it. "You know very well you don't need to save us. But I appreciate the effort."

Charles, focusing on monitoring the enemies' thoughts, takes a deep breath. "Let's finish this quickly before more... distractions come up."

At the end of the mission, as the team returns victorious and exhausted, Logan gives one last look at the trio. "That was the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time."

Y/N stretches and looks satisfied. "Well, you know what they say, a little fun is a must."

Charles and Erik, both with a mix of frustration and affection in their eyes, exchange a long glance. They know full well that Y/N will continue to present such challenges, but somehow, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[lavender-twilight23]

Plugging one of my older X-Men fics because I took a screenshot of a paused moment from DOFP that looks way too much like a scene from my fanfic (picture in the bottom of the post with the excerpt)

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Title: I'm Slipping Through The Cracks of Your Cold Embrace

Summary:

Erik and Charles have a lot of unresolved relational trauma. Feelings of hurt, betrayal, and forgotten love simmer between them, and despite the fact that it’s been eleven long, lonely years since they were together, Charles can’t stop thinking about him. And his lips.

The journey to the Paris Peace Accords is charged with tension of all kinds. Charles has come to the painful conclusion that Erik never truly loved him, and Erik tries to tell him otherwise. But words can only get them so far, and they end up finding a different way to prove to each other that their love is still very much alive.

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Excerpt:

(Charles’ POV)

My heart is thrashing in my chest, he’s staring at me, through me, into me, and I’m losing myself in his gaze. I see the years we missed reflected in his eyes, all the pain and heartbreak and anger and the deep, crushing loneliness that overtook us both.

My eyes flick to his lips once, twice, and dear GOD I wanna kiss him so bad.

But I can’t. He’ll just hurt me again. I can’t risk it. I just…

“Charles,” Erik whispers, and the familiar huskiness to his voice makes my breath catch in my throat. “Say something, please.”

“Y’know what, fuck it.” I take his face in my hands and kiss him hard, because to hell with the consequences, I just want him, only him.

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The only difference from this picture to the fic is that the scene from which the excerpt is taken is in the back of the plane, not the front near the cockpit 😂

Link to the fic!

I’m going crazy over these two

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

THERE AIN'T NO CURE FOR THE SUMMERTIME CRUISE

Opening this weekend:

Mission: Impossible: The Final Reckoning--It's pointless to complain that the action sequences in this movie are preposterous. They are, of course, but if they weren't, the audience would presumably feel cheated. It's what this franchise is about--wildly exaggerating the stamina, adroitness and durability of which humans are capable.

Or, rather, of which one particular, superior human is capable: Tom Cruise, as hero Ethan Hunt. Toward the end, Ethan crawls around outside the cockpits of two different biplanes--changing planes in mid-flight!--to grapple with the bad guy (Esai Morales). It's one of the more spectacular airplane stunt sequences since the finale of 1977's Capricorn One, but it makes the Marvel movies seem like gritty realism by comparison.

Mind you, by this time we've already seen Ethan enter a wrecked Russian sub at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean to retrieve some gizmo; he needs it stop a rogue AI program from launching a nuclear holocaust, so no pressure. He then rises to the surface without a wetsuit.

And it isn't just his physical prowess, of which, at 62, Cruise can be justly proud. Ethan is also morally superior. Canoodling with his leading lady (Hayley Atwell) in the decompression chamber after his arctic dip, he asks what human could be trusted with the power to control the world's nuclear arsenals, and the wide-eyed, worshipful woman unhesitatingly suggests that he's just the right guy. Ethan demurs, all modesty.

It's been a while since a star has treated himself to quite this shameless a Stations of the Cross tour. The opening credits announce this eighth film in the series as "A TOM CRUISE PRODUCTION," and the producer certainly shows reverence for his leading man.

But as usual when he plays one of his hyperconfident man of action roles--he can be excellent when he plays desperate, out of his depth pipsqueaks, as in Rain Man or A Few Good Men--at some level I can't take Cruise seriously, despite his obvious great capabilities. He's youthful in the wrong sense onscreen; other stars, say, Henry Fonda or James Stewart, had a boyishness which they never lost, even as they added the gravitas of maturity. But try as he might, Cruise always comes across like a kid dressed up in his dad's clothes.

To be fair, this movie and its predecessors aren't really any sillier than most episodes of Bruce Geller's Murphy's-Law-defying TV series (CBS; 1966-1973). But that show played it cool and laconic, with long, dialogue-free sequences of sneaky spy mischief, sustained by quiet, tense, repetitive musical cues and almost no backstory. The movies are loaded with heaving psychodrama and bombastic music and extended fight and chase scenes, often featuring Cruise doing his adorable little stiff-armed, wind-up-toy run, right up the middle of a conveniently empty road.

It's certainly fair to complain that Final Reckoning, which clocks in just a little shy of three hours, is way too long and drawn out. Directed by Christopher McQuarrie from a script he wrote with Erik Jendresen, the movie is exceedingly well-made on a scene-by-scene basis. But cumulatively, it's too much, and with its heavy, Gotterdammerung atmosphere and plot elements that recall movies like Fail Safe and War Games, it's a little lacking in humor, too.

There is excellent acting here. Angela Bassett brings a moving authority to the role of an intelligent, decent, responsible President of the United States. The French actress Pom Klementieff is amusing as an assassin turned ally; Katy O'Brian from Love Lies Bleeding makes an impression as a Navy diver, and vets like Ving Rhames, Henry Czerny, Janet McTeer, Rolf Saxon and Nick Offerman, among others, are always welcome.

But the audience is probably most grateful of all to Simon Pegg, who works hard to lighten things up. And Lucy Tulugarjuk, even though her lines are in an Inuit language, connects with the audience pretty much every time they cut to her.

One last snarky shot at a fellow sexagenarian who is possibly holding up better than I am: For all the care lavished on the film in general and the star in particular, Cruise's hair somehow got away from the filmmakers here. It's long, and it seems limp and spiritless; at times it gives him almost a Shemp Howard look. When he's struggling to hang on to the airplane and his face and hair are rippling in the wind, it offers the only other significant laughs in Final Reckoning, albeit likely not on purpose.

[gerec]

AU-gust 2023

9 & 10. Joker: Shipwrecked, Exiled

Pairing(s): Cherik, Starles Warnings: N/A

The sirens start blaring at the first direct hit, the computer warning of severe damage to the auxiliary engines. Erik curses as Azazel makes a mad sprint to the Engine room, while the rest of the crew try to keep their cool under heavy fire. The Genosha is used to having a little heat on its tail, as their dealings are often with the least savoury of the galaxy’s myriad inhabitants, but even they can concede that this is a lot, and that they might not be able fly or finesse their way out of this predicament.

It's not exactly common after all, to have half a planet’s armada after you, or specifically, after the long-lost Crown Prince of said planet hiding away on your ship.

The Westchester fleet hails them again, the automated voice of their flagship blaring through the comms, “Genosha, we have you surrounded. Surrender now. This is your last warning.”

“Erik,” Charles murmurs, looking out of the cockpit window at the dozen fighters keeping them boxed in on their current flight path. “Do as they say.”

“Fuck no,” Moira says, before Erik even has the chance to tell Charles to shut the hell up. “We’re not giving you up. You’re one of us, and we’re not going to let those bastards kill you.”

The rest of the motley crew shout similar sentiments, and Erik has never been prouder of the assortment of miscreants and misfits he’s come to call family. And Charles is more than just a crew member; he’s Erik’s, and Erik is his, and he is not going to let that thug Marko lay a finger on the stepson he exiled ten years ago.

“If they wanted to kill me, we’d be dead already,” Charles counters, which…none of them can really refute, given the sheer firepower aimed in their direction. “Give me up and they might just let the rest of you go.”

Erik rolls his eyes, and even Logan and Emma scoff at his words.

“You’re too trusting,” Logan grunts. “Ain’t no way they let us go once Marko gets his grubby hands on you, Your Highness.”

“He’s right,” Emma adds with a grimace, “I wouldn’t if I were in his place. Better to tie up all the loose ends.”

“You don’t know—”

Whatever Charles was going to say, none of them hear it, the ship suddenly spinning out of control, a precise hit sending them careening down into the barren moon below.

Erik regains consciousness sometime later, thankfully still on board his own ship, and – like the rest of his crew - still in one piece.

Unfortunately, that’s the extent of the good news, because a quick check of the Genosha’s vitals finds the entire starboard side smashed open, and the main engine damaged beyond repair. It’s a miracle that they’re all still alive, given the severity of the crash, and wonders if the enemy might have done something to help slow their descent. But that’s abruptly the least of his worries, because Charles is not right beside him, strapped into his chair….  

He stumbles out of the cockpit down the main hallway, then down the stairs and off the exit ramp. It immediately becomes clear that they’re inside the flagship’s massive docking bay, and that the Westchester forces have successfully captured their target. What’s not clear is where Charles has gone, and why there aren’t armed guards at the ready to escort them to the brig---

Then he looks up and sees Charles, a tiny figure in the distance, flanked on either side by row upon row of soldiers in Westchesterian armor. A man dressed in the heraldry of House Xavier steps through the blast doors – tall, blond and decidedly handsome – and smiles at a stunned Charles. Erik doesn’t understand what he’s seeing; not when the man goes down on one knee and bows his head, and not when the hundreds of soldiers all follow in kind, paying homage to the Crown Prince with the price on his head.

The rest of the crew catch up to Erik, just in time to hear Charles breathe, “Steve? Is it really you?” “Your Highness,” the man says, joy and relief abundantly clear in his voice. “I can’t believe I finally found you. After all this time.”

“I don’t understand. Kurt sent you---”

“No.” He watches as Charles closes the distance and pulls Steve to his feet. “Your stepfather is dead. You are the rightful heir to the throne of Westchester and I’ve come to bring you home.”

Charles shakes his head. “I can’t believe it. My friends? And Raven? Are they…”

“They’re alright. I promised you, remember? I swore I wouldn’t let any of them come to harm.”

In the two years they’ve known each other, Charles has rarely spoken of home, and shared very little of his life before his forced exile. It had never mattered before, what Erik didn’t know about Charles’ past, as they’d agreed to keep their own secrets even as they fell into bed. But now it seems the past would no longer stay buried, and the implications of it all – Marko’s death and Charles’ future as Westchester’s ruler – threaten to upend their fragile coexistence.    

Then, as the soldiers all rise and start chanting their Prince’s name, Steve pulls a teary Charles into his arms and seals their heartfelt reunion with a passionate kiss.

[smilebackwards]

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What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

There was a rule they had all learned in the ISB academy: sometimes there was no clandestine option, no skilled sleight of hand, no action that could be explained away or blamed on someone else. Kallus looked out the viewport at the Ghost one more time—imagined Zeb in his cabin, Syndulla and Jarrus in the cockpit, Bridger and Wren in the galley—and then he took the turbolift straight down, officer override, to the Chimaera’s control room and hit the tractor beam operator over the head.

I love writing spy fic so much and this was like the turning-reveal in the fic.

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Master Sifu-Dyas, famed for his prophetic visions, had come to see Obi-Wan once. But far from taking Obi-Wan as a padawan learner, Sifu-Dyas had only stared at him, far-seeing, and then he’d said, “Oh, child” and put his hand on Obi-Wan’s head, very lightly, as if Obi-Wan were fragile and in need of gentleness, briefly before he walked away.

Latest Obi-Wan fic that my brain will not allow me to write 😭

Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

I usually search by character tag or relationship tag and go from there. Once I'm there I honestly barely notice tags because I'm looking at the summary but overall I'd say top trope tags of interest are 'Mutual Pining' and 'Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence'.

Which character is the toughest to write?

Erik Lehnsherr drives me crazy because I love him and I have probably written the most fics from his POV out of anything and yet I feel like I'll never get him right. It's partly because I want things to be happier so I veer toward a more fanon characterization.

[runningracingdancingchasing]

Honestly, riding in the Sentinel had been a bit of a disappointment, especially given their destination. There were no interior windows, and so she'd been robbed of the view she'd always hoped to see in person. She complained good-naturedly about it, but really, the task at hand was far more important.

She'd been impressed with Hank's aim.

But when the hatch opened, her eyes immediately jumped to the crowd of X-Men gathered, staring up at them. "Kurt!" she'd managed as she scrambled from the cockpit. But before she could make her way to him, he'd made his way to her, lifting her up and hugging her so tightly she actually felt whole.

"You're alright!" she breathed. "I'm so relieved!" Looking around, though, she clocked the missing faces. "Where are Logan and the Professor?"

"On the Blackbrid with Magneto," Rogue answered. "The Professor and Erik... they're having some sort o' tête-à-tête. Not sure how that one's gonna turn out. And Logan--"

She was cut off, though, as the Sentinel began to tremble. As everyone turned to look, Bastion stood, slowly, shaking, lifting the foot of the giant robot that had trampled him. Beast retook the controls, attempting to force the foot back down, and everyone on the ground prepared to fight again. The Sentinel's knee began to fracture as machine fought abomination in a battle of pure strength. If looks could kill, the one Bastion shot the X-Men would have slain them all, as well as their ancestors.

Kurt and Scott got back up and stood with Jubilee, watching the wreckage anxiously. It couldn't be over, could it...?

No, of course not. Once again, Bastion got back up. And though he had been almost completely disfigured by Jubilee's attacks, his face nearly reformed right before their eyes. ...Nearly.

"You call yourselves a team?" he asked with a mocking laugh. "A family? But a family that can't save itself merely works together to die alone." A thundering crash from above, something punching through the ceiling. Correction: Kicking. A sentinel had dropped down from above, and Bastion raised open arms to it. "behold! My family."

And yet, to everyone's surprise--including Bastion himself--the sentinel dropped directly down onto the villain, crushing the man beneath it's heavy metal boot. As Scott, Jubilee and Kurt stared in shock, the chest opened.

"Ah, the Greeks did love horses," Hank McCoy mused, sitting behind a set of controls. "And irony."

Surprise was quickly replaced to joy as most of Gold Team leaped from within the hijacked sentinel. And just in time, Rogue and Sunspot had returned to the asteroid, too! The family was almost complete again!

"Forge tends to Nathan," Storm told Scott. "He lives. Thanks in no small part to our Sunshine."

Their Sunshine. Rapunzel. Kurt had seen her immediately, had wasted no time. In a puff of smoke he was right there, throwing his arms around her waist and lifting her into the tightest embrace.

[news247planet]

#Featured #Jones #NASCAR #Sports NASCAR: Erik Jones penalized 60 factors for inspection points after Gateway https://news247planet.com/?p=423479

[pequenhy8scherikblog]

Song to say goodbye.

The "Cherik Song Machine" is a little compilation of ficlets/one-shots I've made while listening to certain songs. This one is based on the song "Song to say goodbye" by Placebo.

Charles looked different, when Erik saw him he didn’t recognize him immediately. This Charles in front of him made him think of death, it was as if the being watching him was the corpse of whatever he once had. Because he had it. The memories of that happy young man with hopeful eyes were that, just memories. What Erik saw in front of him, was a man with glassy and hateful eyes, a man with long greasy hair. God! When was the last time Charles looked in a mirror? He had dark circles under his eyes, his beard has grown... Didn’t Charles tell him that he found beards to be unhygienic? The more he stared at Charles, the less he recognized him.

After the shouting match, trying to talk about a past out of reach for the both of them and Charles deciding to go and cry away from him (Yes, Erik knows he made him cry). Erik stayed put, not even acknowledging Logan. He knows Logan was sort of right, but Erik has no time to feel sorry, specifically for someone like Charles. He thinks Charles already spends a lot of time feeling sorry for himself, Drugging himself so he could walk? That isn’t the Charles he fell… Charles was wasting away his life instead of helping his mutant brothers and sisters, that’s what he was doing. Erik can’t feel sorry or love for someone like that.

Erik is so certain that Charles wants to be a human that he begins to treat him like one, and if he hates one thing more than the state Charles is currently in, is seeing him as something less than a mutant. Weak, angry, wasting his precious power, throwing his dream of helping other mutants away. No one would believe that the graduated Doctor Charles Xavier and this guy are the same person. When Erik left… No! When Charles chose humans instead of mutants on that beach in Cuba; Erik thought Charles would be okay. Yes, he didn’t stay long enough to know about his legs, and yes, he learned that thanks to Emma and her sarcastic remarks, but he knew Charles wasn’t the type to dwell on something like that, not when he had his mutation. Not even if Erik wasn’t there.

Charles walked in front of him, ignoring him, maybe he did hurt Charles. Erik knows he is hurt too, but he also knows his pain is necessary sometimes for the greater good. Charles was going back straight to the cockpit, and Erik noticed the bottle and the glass. It seemed getting high on whatever wasn’t the only thing he did. When they were looking for mutants ten years ago, Charles told him about his life with his mother. Erik knew Sharon wasn’t that bad as a mom, but she had alcohol always nearby, leaving her son to his own devices, was Charles following the same steps as his mom? Why would he throw his life away like that? Hank at least had the decency to be sober while trying to be human. Charles has become a sorry excuse of a mutant or human being, as if whatever Charles was looking for was at the bottom of a long and bitter taste of alcohol.

Erik had a lot of time to think of Charles when he was in prison. He remembered him so innocent, Charles was an inspiring person, his speeches were always on point, his words were delightful and his actions were always correct. Charles was good, someone with a good heart, someone who risked himself to save others, Charles saved him from drowning! What happened to that man? Who broke Charles to the point of turning him into a broken shell of what he once was?

He also remembers when Charles helped him control his power. Charles was the kind of person you could be open with and there would be no fear or judgment, the trust he inspired in others was one of the many reasons why Erik lo… Admired Charles. But now his somber face and lost glance only inspired anguish, fear, and hate. Erik would give anything to turn back time and keep that fucking needle away from Charles.

Because that serum was Charles’s problem. Not whatever he implied with that excuse of "doing it because he couldn’t sleep", yeah, sure. Alcohol was Charles’s problem, not whatever he tried to forget while drinking it. Maybe that’s the reason why Erik has the chessboard already set to play with Charles. To convince him that he is the only problem, not his spine, not the war, and most importantly, not what happened in Cuba. Definitely not what happened in Cuba.

Erik pretended not to see the way he harshly finished his drink, at least he accepted the game. During the night they talked about nothing in particular, they laughed a little and for just a second, he could see the old Charles there, with him. That got him a little sentimental, What happened to those young mutants that wanted to make the world a better place for them? Maybe he should stay with Charles. But he knows Charles would never want to finish all of their problems, not if he has to damage someone else to do it. Charles will always choose his own suffering over someone else’s.

Charles is sleeping now, and Erik is still awake. Erik knows he won’t stay and he knows that will hurt Charles, it hurts him too. Erik will always cut short his dreams and hurt the ones he loves the most before abandoning his mutant brothers. Charles was always one of those blessed with lucky sevens, someone whose voice made people cry, Charles was one of those people the world just doesn’t deserve.

But that was before his hope and innocence were lost on a beach in Cuba. Because Erik had to accept the truth, at least to himself.

The serum was not the problem, it was the bullet he sent straight to Charles’s spine.

The alcohol was not the problem, it was the way he broke Charles’s heart.

Erik abandoning him was Charles’s problem. Charles still loving Erik and hoping he will come back to him was the problem.

Charles doesn’t deserve this and Erik knows he doesn’t deserve Charles in his life. But Charles loves him and he can’t deny he still loves Charles. It’s a shame he has to abandon Charles again.

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[panic-at-the-fiction]

1983 pt4

Summary: Ten years later (y/n) is now earning her PhD at Oxford, when she is called home in a emergency involving another telepathic student, Jean Grey and the nightmares she’s been having.

Warnings: battle scene. I follow a lot of stuff directly from the movie.

A/N: okay so like her powers are what ever I want them to be cause she studies how to unlock more powers so guess what. She’s sometimes senses possible future events and dreams about the future. @whyiswhatahow @willalaufeyson @flowersfrom197o @neenieweenie @laic2299

The jet is oddly silent as we fly through the sky, only interrupted when Hank calls for me to the cockpit.

“What do you need?” I say as I stand behind the pilot's seat.

“Oh, I got something for you. I found it in one of the arsenal cabinets.” I walk over and pull out the only thing that is not a gun. It's somewhat like a cuff for your arm. “It looks like some sort of laser technology. I thought it could be helpful for you since you know.”

“I’m the only one here without useful combat skills. Yeah, I know Hank, being an empath is that great for hand-to-hand stuff, I am still trained though.”

“Yeah, I know I know. It’s just I don’t want you to get hurt out there, and I know you’ve been studying to find other powers in the unconscious, but I just want you to be safe.”

“Thank you, Hank. I’ll keep it with me.” I slide the metal cuff on my wrist, but I don’t push any buttons in case it’s dangerous.

Once we reach the outskirts of the city, we can see the mass destruction. There’s metal being pulled from the earth, and the whole city contorted to form a new pyramid in the middle of the city.

I stand in the cockpit of the jet next to mystique as Hank and Moria fly. “What the hell is that?” I ask, pointing to the sphere in the sky where all the metal is pulled to.

“It's Erik,” Raven says without missing a beat. Moreover, without missing a beat, Peter zooms in and stands between us, staring up at the sphere.

“How are you going to get through that?” I ask.

“I can get you in. I came here for him, let me help you.” Raven gives a nod to Peter, agreeing to let him help.

We touch down on land, and we all stand outside the jet. “Ok, Peter and I are going to stop Erik. The rest of you go find Charles.”

“But wait, some of us don’t even know how to control our powers.” Scott adds.

“Then don’t…” ravens pauses for a second and decides to show her natural form. “Remember, mutant and proud.” She gives a nod and Peter rushes them off.

Hank leads us through the rubble around the pyramid. We duck behind some remnants of a wall and scan the perimeter. “There's an entrance. It looks clear.”

Something feels off, “No, I don’t think it is.” Before I can sense it, I look up just as a man with metal wings swoops down, sending blades at us. Jean pulls up metal sheets to block them.

I see a small flash of my father in a few minutes dying on the stone slab. “Kurt, you need to get in there!” He spoofs away in a cloud of smoke.

“We have to go with him.” Scott says, but I stop him as I sense the next apocalypse member.

“We won’t have the luxury, Scott.” Just before he can question me, a bolt of lightning strikes a few yards away and a teen girl stands in its place with light shining from her. Her eyes are solid white. “Everyone duck!” Right on cue, she hurls a car in our direction. Hank instead plants his feet and pushes the car back at her, but before it crushes her, a girl in leather slices it in half.

Hank goes to charge her, but I put my hand out and stop him. “No, I got this one.” I start to toy with the cuff on my wrist. “Let’s see what this does.” I click one bottom, and it buzzes to life with a yellow light. I twist part of it clockwise, and it forms a long stream like a whip. I smile and flick a few times as a test. “Oh, this will be fun.”

The girl in the leather takes note of me and pulls out from nowhere her own two swords. Must be her mutation. I flick the whip at her, and she blocks it with her sword. She runs at me and I send the stream back at her, this time at her side. She moves out of the way and brings her swords down on me. I use the moment to wrap the whip around her leg and pull out from her. She stumbles but jumps back up, she grins before she changes her purple swords to match the whip in my hands. She sends it around my neck. I grasps it with my hands. Stronger than I expected, she slams me into a wall. Dragging me back to her, I gasp for air as she tightens it. I let go and place my hands beside my head. She tries to tighten it again, but I push back and kick up, knocking her back. I scramble to my feet and tackle her down. Somehow, as we wrestle and tumble around, my cuff gets knocked off. I finally pin her down and stretch to reach over for my cuff. She kicks me off her and I land hard on my stomach. I grab the cuff as she walks over to me. I stand up and turn the whip back on.

Before either of us make the next move, I feel a hand grab my shoulder: I blink before I’m in the jet. My dad lies unconscious on the ground. Soon, Kurt pops up a few more times with everyone else. Except Raven and Peter.

“What about Peter and Mystique?”

“They’ll catch up.” Hank starts the jet and takes off.

I sense the girl in leather and metal bird man's next attack. There’s a loud bang on the top of the jet. “Hank, take the plane down!”

“What, just do it!” He pushed the controls straight down. The metal bird man crashes through the ceiling and lands in the back of the jet. “Everyone, grab hold of nightcrawler.”

“I’ve never done it with so many people.”

“Kurt! Just get us out of here.” Jean says. We all take a hold of him as he focuses. After a few seconds of glitching, we’re in the living room of a nearby house.

“Get out! Get out!” My father starts screaming and moving in his sleep.

“Professor!” Jean tries to comfort him. “You're with us, it's okay.”

I can hear the mad mutant yelling in the street for my father to show himself. When he suddenly stops, I go to check the window. For a few seconds, I see him being thrown around by a blur, my heart stops when I sense the next gruesome scene. The mutant somehow stops Peter by timing it to catch his foot in the dirt. Peters freezes and tries to pull his foot free, but he can’t. He throws a punch and the mutant catches it, twisting his arm behind his back. He then kicks Peter's leg backwards. I can hear the snap from here before he screams in pain.

My father flinches, “I have to go out there, it’s me he’s after.”

“No, you can’t do that. If he has you, he has the whole world.”

My father cringes and settles himself back down. I keep my eye out of the window as the girl in leather walks over to the fight. The mutant pulls Peter's hair back to expose his neck for her. “Finish him.” I see the glint in her eye as she takes her sword and instead slices the mutant's throat.

He frowns as the mark quickly heals. He then picks her up by her throat, dangling her off the ground. Raven shifts back to her usual blue self.

I turn around as my father cries. “Raven,” he shuts his eyes. The mutant yells again for my father. My father stops. He’s face turning serious, “he’s right, I can still get inside his head.” He lays back down and focuses as he closes his eyes.

I turn to Hank and pull him aside. “They're dying down there. We can’t leave them.”

He nods, “I’m already on it.”

The mutants peel back the wall of the second story building to the living room. We’re sitting ducks, but Erik flies in, sending metal down on his former leader.

“You betray me!”

“No, I betrayed them.”

“Let’s do this.” I say, and Hank grabs mine and Scott’s shoulders. We jump down to the ground level and charge in. I run to where Peter stays trapped and kneeling.

“Need some help there, handsome.” I put his arm around my shoulder to help him stand. Hank comes around with mystique over his shoulder as he breaks the dirt around Peter's trapped foot.

Together, we lead them over to some rubble away from the fight. I help Peter sit down as Hank rejoins the others. “Stay here,” he instructs.

I pause to make sure they’re alright, but go to follow Hank. Peter stops me by grabbing my arm. “Where are you going? You can’t fight him, it's too dangerous.”

“Oh, but you certainly tried.” He doesn’t laugh, and I see the pain on his face.

“You’re an empath, what are you going to do out there? You could get hurt, I don’t think I could live with myself if you did.” He frowns.

“I can handle myself, Peter. Besides, they need my help, and you have to stay here.” I give him a small smile and place my hand on his shoulder. I push all my thoughts aside for a moment and decide to just lean in and kiss him. Our lips meet so quickly and with so much pressure. His hand that grabbed my arm now cupped the side of my face. I pull awake before I change my mind and charge back out to the others.

Peter was right, this is a very dangerous situation. But he was wrong about a few things, though. I'm not just an empath anymore. My technique is nonexistent, and I’ve only experimented with this once, but I saw in the future I can do it in 40 years so let’s hope that I can do it here.

I plant my feet and focus on pushing the energy from my hand. Trying to feel the waves from the ground, I use it to eventually build up enough force to push the clear stream of energy at my target. I drop it a few times and have to start over again, but eventually, I’m able to push him back a bit.

But me, Erik and Scott are doing nothing to him without Jean. She starts to walk out of the living room, her eyes glowing. Even when she runs out of floor, she continues walking on air. With each step closer, I see the mutant shrink more. But when she lets go of her power, and it tears him apart, I’m not quite sure if it’s Jean anymore.

With a final explosion, the chaos stops. I run back over to Peter and a now conscious mystique. “It’s over.” I smile. Hank and I help them back to the living room where my father lies, tired from fighting mentally.

Moria kneels beside him. “Charles, do you know where you are?”

“Yes, I’m on a beach in Cuba. With you.”

“That’s sweet, but no Charles you’re…”

“There’s still one more thing I have to do.” He sits up and places his finger on his temple. I see Moira’s eyes widen as she remembers the time of the Cuban missile crisis. I feel her overcome with emotion as she smiles back at my father.

Suddenly and not quietly at all, Kurt jumps up from where he laid unconscious and shouts. “Hold on!” He looks at everyone around him. “What did I miss?”

[nathanbellamy]

*Charles storms into the cockpit*

Hank: Charles, what—

Charles: I don’t want to talk about Erik. Not right now, Hank.

Hank: I was actually going to say, what do you think Raven will say when she sees me 👉👈

Charles:

i’ll forever be guessing what kind of conversation happened between hank and charles in the cockpit after the scene™

[goddessofmischief]

Days of Future Past, Part 2 - Peter Maximoff

Peter Maximoff masterlist here, and read Part 1 here!

...

“Is this a good idea?” Hank said, watching you with unease. “Sending her with him.”

“Well... no, probably not.”

“It’ll be fine, teach,” said Peter, carelessly, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

That, you would later remember, was the exact moment that Charles Xavier began to loathe Peter Maximoff.

“Don’t take any unnecessary risks, then,” cautioned Charles. “Get in. Get Erik. Get out.”

Hesitantly, you took Peter’s hand, and he placed his hand against your neck.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Tryna help you. You don’t want whiplash, do you?”

“What?”

“Whiplash,” he explained, softly, and he whisked you into the complex.

...

...If anything, you had the comfort of knowing that Charles, Hank and Logan were in the Pentagon with you.

Logan would protect you, wouldn’t he?

Because you were absolutely sure this maniac was about to kill you.

“You got his dinner, right?” you said, awkwardly adjusting your uniform, identical to Peter’s.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it - oh, here he is.”

The two of you approached a plastic prison cell, peering down at the man inside it.

You had to say... you’d hoped that Erik Lehnsherr would’ve become less intimidating, over the years. If anything, he was as terrifying as ever. Even though he couldn’t see you, you felt as if you were already a disappointment to him.

Peter slid a tray down to him, carefully, and Erik read the note attached.

“Watch this, it’s gonna be cool.”

“You ever done this before?”

“Nope. Never!”

Peter placed his hands on the glass, and you watched in terror as it began to shake.

“Peter, are you sure-”

“Yeah, I got it!”

The glass rained down, and Erik climbed out. He did a double-take.

“Y/N?”

You waved, shyly.

“You know this guy?” asked Peter.

“Vaguely. He’s my old... mentor.”

“In three seconds, those doors are going to open,” said Erik, “And twenty guards will be here to shoot us.”

“I know,” agreed Peter, calmly. “That’s what I’m waiting for.”

Peter placed his hand at the back of Erik’s neck, and did the same for you.

“What are you doing?” asked Erik.

“I’m holding your neck so you don’t get whiplash,” Peter said, irritated.

“What?”

"Whiplas-s-s-h-h.”

At that exact moment, a cluster of guards stormed in, guns raised.

“Don’t move!”

Peter glanced at you.

“You ready?” he asked, and as you nodded, he rushed you and Erik into the elevator.

You leaned against the wall, feeling as if you were about to be sick.

“Fast. I... I don’t like fast,” you choked out.

“It’ll pass. It happens to everyone.” He rubbed your back, awkwardly, and you couldn’t help but lean in to his touch before he turned to Erik. “You must’ve done something serious. What’d you do? What’d you do? Why’d they have you in there?”

“For killing the President,” Erik deadpanned, and you bit your lip.

“Oh. They, uh... they told me you control metal?”

“’They?’”

“You know,” said Peter, “My mom once knew a guy who could do that.”

You and Erik exchanged glances, and Peter seemed blissfuly oblivious.

Just then, the elevator doors opened, and--

Charles slugged Erik.

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

“No thanks to you,” Charles grumbled, and six guards rushed in.

“Nobody move! Hold it right there!”

...You didn’t know what happened.

One moment, Peter was by your side. The next...

All the guards had knocked themselves out, the kitchen was in disarray, and your beloved speedster was out of breath, a pair of earbuds in hand.

“Music?” you asked, breathlessly, starting to piece together what had happened.

“Yeah. Time in a Bottle.”

“Oh, I love Time in a Bottle-”

“Thanks, kid,” said Wolverine, brushing past.

You stopped in front of him.

“That was really cool, Peter,” you said, quietly, and you could swear he blushed.

“You really think so?”

You grinned, going on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek.

“I know so.”

...

“Peter, thank you very, very much,” said Charles, shaking his hand, and Erik added in a begrudging “You take care.”

“Hey, I saw your flight plan in the cockpit. Why’re you going to Paris?”

Charles rolled his eyes, refusing to answer, and began to walk up the ramp to the plane.

“Promise you’ll write me,” you urged, squeezing his hand. “And call.”

“Oh, every day.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he’d never keep that promise.

“Fine. Every week.”

“Fair deal,” you agreed, and you squeezed his hand. “I’ll miss you, anyway.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you miss me. I’ll be calling, and visiting, and writing-”

You silenced him with a kiss, and he dipped you, your hands entwined.

...Interrupted by Charles, flinging a set of car keys at Peter’s head.

“Do me a favor and return it for me.”

“Okay,” said Peter, dubiously.

“And, Peter?” said Charles, looking between the two of you. “Take it slow.”

Charles ushered you up the ramp, and Peter smiled at you, one last time.

You knew it wouldn’t be the last you saw of him.