#erik lehnsherr one shot

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Kinktober Day Six: Erik Lensherr

Erik Lensherr x Female Reader x Charles Xavier | Threesome |

Tags: MDNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, Threesome, Oral (M receiving), anal, p in v, cherik if you squint...

Summary: A lavish gala is being held at the x-mansion and you happen to find yourself ensnared by Erik’s possessive touch and Charle’s irresistible charm. 

wc: 2.6K

A/N: I have a feeling this will make up for day five...I think I got my groove back...enjoy!

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The cool evening breeze kissed your bare skin as you stepped out of the car, Erik's strong hand resting at the small of your back, guiding you toward the entrance of Charles Xavier's grand estate. The mansion loomed ahead, glowing under the light of countless chandeliers, casting a warm, inviting glow into the night. This wasn't the first gala you'd attended, but tonight felt different—more charged, more intimate.

Erik's presence was grounding, yet electric. His usual intense, brooding demeanor seemed even sharper tonight, though there was a quiet anticipation beneath the surface. His gray-blue eyes swept over the guests filtering in, his posture relaxed but his grip on your waist firm, possessive.

"You look stunning tonight," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. His voice was low, a smooth rumble that sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

You smiled, feeling the heat of his body against yours as you leaned in just slightly. "You say that every time we go out, Erik."

His lips curved into a knowing smirk. "And yet, it’s true every time."

Inside, the gala was in full swing, the air thick with the sound of glasses clinking and the hum of polite conversation. The soft strains of classical music played in the background, though it felt distant compared to the intensity of Erik’s presence beside you. You scanned the room, your eyes landing on Charles almost immediately—his tall, imposing figure standing near the center of the grand hall, engaging in lively conversation with a group of elites. He looked regal, in a perfectly tailored suit, his sharp jawline and warm brown eyes catching the light.

He saw you first, and his face lit up, a charming smile spreading across his lips. As you and Erik approached, Charles moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, his steps confident, his presence commanding.

"Erik," Charles greeted with that familiar, easy charm, his gaze sliding to you, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. "And you must be the stunning companion Erik has been keeping from me."

The compliment sent a ripple of warmth through you, but it was the way Charles looked at you that made your pulse quicken. There was something beneath his usual friendly expression, a hint of something darker, something curious.

Charles extended his hand, and when you placed yours in his, his grip was firm but gentle, his thumb brushing the back of your hand in a way that felt far more intimate than it should have. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Erik’s hand never left your back, the touch of his fingers grazing your skin through the fabric of your dress. He smirked at Charles’ words, though there was a possessive edge to his expression, something territorial. "Charles and I go way back," Erik said, his voice deceptively casual. "It was only a matter of time before you two met."

Charles' eyes flicked to Erik, a silent conversation passing between them. It was something unspoken yet undeniable—a push and pull, a magnetic tension that seemed to ripple between them, one you felt yourself getting caught in.

Drinks were placed in your hands, the three of you retreating to a more secluded corner of the room as the conversation flowed. Charles was every bit the gracious host, his smooth voice drawing you in with every word, his attention on you so sharp it made you feel exposed and intrigued all at once. Erik stood beside you, his hand never far from your body, his gaze darker, more intense as the night wore on.

The wine flowed freely, loosening your thoughts, and soon the conversation took a deeper turn. What started as polite banter evolved into discussions of power and potential, of the complexities of desire. Erik’s fingers traced absent patterns on your skin, the heat of his touch grounding you while Charles’ words seemed to slip beneath your defenses, each syllable a tantalizing promise.

"You’ve always held back, haven’t you?" Charles’ voice was lower now, quieter, as though the question was meant for you alone. His eyes locked with yours, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "What would it feel like to let go?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of both their gazes on you, Charles’ question hanging heavy in the air. Erik’s hand slid down to your hip, his fingers squeezing just enough to remind you of his presence, of the fact that he was right there, watching.

"Charles has a way of uncovering things," Erik murmured against your ear, his lips grazing your skin, sending a jolt of heat down your spine. "Desires you didn’t even know were there."

Your breath hitched at the implication, your body suddenly hyper aware of how close they both were. You were standing between them now, Charles leaning in just slightly, his hand resting on the back of the velvet sofa, his chest brushing your arm. Erik stood behind you, his mouth near your neck, his scent—dark, musky—wrapping around you, making your head spin.

"And is that what you want?" you asked, your voice coming out softer, breathier than you intended.

Erik’s hand slid around your waist, pulling you back against him, his lips brushing your earlobe. "I want to see what happens when you stop holding back."

The fire in Charles’ eyes flickered darker as he stepped even closer, his hand now resting on your lower back, just beside Erik’s. "We both do," Charles whispered, his voice a sultry invitation that sent heat pooling low in your belly. "Let us show you."

The moment felt suspended in time, thick with tension, desire, and unspoken promises. You could feel the heat radiating from both of them, their bodies so close to yours that it felt like you were drowning in the sensation. Erik’s fingers traced slow, lazy circles on your hip, his breath hot against your neck. Charles’ presence was equally intoxicating—his hand sliding around to your waist, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above the line of your dress, the lightest touch that still made your knees weak.

You exhaled a shaky breath, your body already responding to the proximity of their touch, to the sensual rhythm building between the three of you. Your lips parted, anticipation swirling in your chest as you glanced between them, feeling the pull of both men, their energy feeding off each other and heightening your every sense.

Erik pressed his lips against the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your breath catch. "You’re with us now," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a ripple of desire straight through you. "And we’re not letting go."

Charles, still in front of you, tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a slow, wicked smile as his hand slid further up your waist, brushing the underside of your breast. His voice dropped, smooth and commanding. "Let us take care of you."

The heat between you all was unbearable now, a fire burning just beneath the surface of your skin. Erik’s hands roamed lower, pulling you against him as his mouth moved along your neck, lips trailing fire down to your shoulder. At the same time, Charles' hand slid up to cup your jaw, his fingers grazing your lips before he leaned in, his breath fanning over your mouth.

Your heart raced as Charles whispered, his lips a breath away from yours. "Let go. Feel everything."

And then his mouth was on yours—soft at first, then more insistent, his kiss igniting something deep within you. Erik’s lips were at your throat, his hands guiding you, molding you to him as Charles deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring yours with a languid, sensual rhythm.

The two of them moved in sync, surrounding you, pulling you into their orbit, the world outside disappearing as you surrendered to the heat of their touch, the intensity of their desire.

The heat between your bodies felt unbearable now, an intensity that blurred the edges of everything except the sensations Erik and Charles were creating within you. Charles’ mouth was insistent on yours, his kiss deepening as his hand slid down the curve of your waist, fingers brushing the hem of your dress, teasing. Erik’s lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin at the base of your throat, sending shivers coursing through your body.

You were caught between them—Charles’ possessive kiss, Erik’s hungry touch. The air around you thickened, charged with anticipation, every brush of their hands leaving fire in its wake.

Erik’s hands found the zipper of your dress, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You’ll look even better out of this.”

With deliberate slowness, he pulled the zipper down, the cool air kissing your skin as the fabric slipped from your shoulders. His hands were rough, commanding as they slid along your bare back, pulling the dress down until it pooled at your feet. You gasped into Charles’ mouth, feeling exposed, vulnerable, but also electrified by the way they both looked at you—as if you were something they had been waiting for all night.

Charles’ lips curved into a wicked smile as he pulled back, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of you standing between them, your body half-exposed, chest heaving with every breath. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice like a velvet caress. “More than I imagined.”

Erik stepped closer behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back, his hands sliding around to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your already hardening nipples. The sensation made you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips. His mouth returned to your neck, kissing and biting along your skin as his hands explored your body, teasing, tormenting.

“Look at how she responds,” Erik growled, his voice low, filled with a dangerous edge of control. “Like she was made for us.”

Charles’ eyes darkened even further, his own desire simmering beneath the surface as he watched the way your body moved under Erik’s touch. He leaned in again, his lips brushing yours, teasing, before kissing you again, more demanding this time. His hands slid down your sides, tracing the curves of your body, his fingertips dancing over the tops of your thighs.

You were trapped in the fire between them—Erik’s roughness, Charles’ calculated seduction, the contrast making your head spin. Your mind raced, but your body surrendered, giving in to every touch, every kiss, every heated breath. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in your core, threatening to spill over as their hands roamed freely over your skin.

Erik’s grip tightened around your breasts, squeezing gently before one hand slid down between your legs, teasing the already growing heat there. His fingers brushed against you, barely touching, just enough to make you gasp in anticipation. “So wet,” he growled, his lips against your ear, voice dripping with satisfaction.

Charles’ lips left yours, his mouth moving down to your collarbone, trailing kisses lower, across your chest, his tongue flicking over one of your nipples before he took it into his mouth. The sharpness of the sensation sent a surge of pleasure through you, your hips instinctively pressing back into Erik’s growing hardness, craving more of the delicious friction.

Your mind was hazy, lost in the sensations flooding through you. Charles’ mouth moved from one breast to the other, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as Erik’s fingers continued their slow, torturous exploration between your legs, never quite giving you what you desperately craved.

“Tell us what you want,” Charles murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating through you, deep and commanding.

“Please,” you breathed, not even entirely sure what you were begging for, but needing more, needing them to push you past the edge they were keeping you on.

Erik chuckled softly, the sound low and dark as his fingers finally pressed harder, slipping between your folds, finding the sensitive spot that made you gasp sharply. “Is this what you want?” he asked, his breath hot against your ear, his voice filled with dangerous satisfaction.

You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps, your body trembling with need.

“Not enough,” Charles murmured against your chest, his teeth grazing your nipple before he bit down gently, sending another jolt of pleasure through you. “We need to hear you.”

“Tell us,” Erik growled, his fingers teasing you, keeping you on the edge of release but never letting you tip over.

 “I want you both.” you gasped, your voice breaking with desperation.

The words seemed to ignite something in both of them. Charles pulled back, his hands sliding down to the waistband of his trousers, his gaze locked on yours, full of lust and something even deeper. Erik’s fingers pressed harder, slipping inside you now, filling you, stretching you in a way that made your body hum with pleasure.

Charles undid his pants, his eyes never leaving yours as he freed himself, his cock making your mouth water in anticipation. He moved toward you again, pulling you down onto the plush sofa, his body hovering over yours as Erik stepped back for a moment, his hands moving to undo his own pants.

Charles leaned down, his mouth capturing yours in a heated kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock brushing against your slick folds, teasing you, making you gasp against his mouth. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his lips brushing yours, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, your body trembling with need.

With one smooth thrust, Charles slid inside you, filling you completely, his cock stretching you in a way that felt perfect, almost too much but exactly what you needed. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Behind you, Erik knelt on the sofa, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back slightly to meet each of Charles’ thrusts. His cock pressed against your ass, teasing, and you felt a shiver of anticipation at the thought of both of them filling you, overwhelming you.

“Let me have her,” Erik growled, his hands squeezing your hips hard enough to leave marks. Charles smirked down at you, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled out, allowing Erik to position you on all fours, his body pressing against yours from behind.

Erik didn’t waste any time. With one rough thrust, he filled you completely, his cock thicker, harder than Charles’, the sensation making you cry out in pleasure as he took you, his hips slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless.

Charles knelt in front of you, his cock still hard, glistening with your wetness. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your lips before he pressed the tip of his cock against them, a silent invitation. You opened your mouth eagerly, taking him in as Erik continued to fuck you from behind, each thrust pushing you further toward the edge.

The sensation of both of them overwhelmed you, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, but it was exactly what you needed. You moaned around Charles’ cock, your body trembling as Erik’s rough pace quickened, his growls filling the room as he took you harder, faster, his hands gripping your hips with bruising force.

Your mind blurred, lost in the heat of the moment, in the way they claimed you, body and soul. You were theirs now, caught between them, and there was no escape. And you didn’t want one.

“Come for us,” Charles commanded, his voice smooth and dark as he thrust into your mouth. “Now.”

The order, the intensity of it all, sent you spiraling. You cried out, the orgasm hitting you like a wave, crashing through you, leaving you trembling and gasping as Erik continued to thrust into you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you were shaking, spent, and completely theirs.

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[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Behind the Walls

Request: Hello! Erik Lehnsherr x FemReader with prompt “ stay with me” please? Requested by anon.

A/N: Initially, I was going with something angstier that would result in the reader's death, but then changed it completely.

WC: 1.4 K.

Fictober Challenge

“Look out!” you screamed as Erik hovered above the ground, his focus elsewhere as you enemies fired a missile in his direction.

The next thing you saw was debris falling all around you. You looked frantically around to see many of your kind lying dead. Then your mind drifted to Erik. He was nowhere in sight, and panic crept in. You scanned the battlefield, your eyes catching the sight of his helmet lying on the ground. Heart racing, you sprinted toward it, only to find him, semi-conscious, trapped under a large chunk of debris, his face covered in blood. Gritting your teeth, you used all your strength to free him, dragging him away from the battlefield, hardly making it to the base. Despite the power coursing through them, he was vulnerable now- wounded and barely alive.

“You shouldn’t have come for me” Erik rasped, his voice strained.

“You’re welcome” you replied dryly, ignoring the tightening in your chest at the sight of him in pain. He was always so invincible, so determined, strong, and seeing him like that felt wrong.

You gently lowered him onto a bed, kneeling beside him and rummaging through the supplies for bandages.

“You would have bled out” your voice softened, almost a whisper. “I- we need you. Without you we don’t stand a chance.”

Erik winced as you lifted his shirt to inspect the wounds. Blood was everywhere, and you couldn’t see the source of the bleeding. You grabbed a clean gauze, but as you were about to clean him up, his hand shot up, gripping your wrist. His eyes flicked to yours, there was something soft in them that he quickly masked “I don’t need help” he muttered.

“Fine, but you need to clean the wound. We don’t know if it’s still bleeding.” You handed him the gauze and went to fetch the antiseptic solution while he cleaned the area. He was still bleeding, though not as heavily. When you returned, he stopped you again. “I don’t need this” he protested, his eyes meeting yours.

“Don’t be stubborn. If I don’t disinfect the wound, it could get infected and lead to sepsis.” you reasoned, gently but firmly. He hesitated before giving in, allowing you to apply the antiseptic. As the solution touched his skin, he hissed in pain. You’d seen him fight, kill and get injured before, but you’ve never seen him in pain like this before. You grimaced “I’m sorry. I should’ve warned you. This is going to sting…a lot.”

“I can handle it.” He replied through gritted teeth, his expression stoic. “How long is this going to take?” he asked, clearly not happy or comfortable with having you around.

“You don’t let people take care of you often, do you?” you surmised, glancing up at him as you worked.

“No, and I’d like to keep it that way” he said, his tone sharp.

“Why?” The question slipped out before you could stop it.

“I don’t like letting people get close. Are you done with the interrogation?” he asked, irritation creeping into his voice.

“I’m not trying to get close” you lied. “I just don’t want you to die. You’re too important.”

He sensed there was more to your words, but he didn’t press. The room was quiet as you continued to work on him. You wanted to say more, to tell him how you felt, but fear held your tongue.

You brought some bandages and started wrapping them around his middle. “Can you sit up, please? I need to get this around” you asked, hoping he wouldn’t object.

“Is this really necessary?” he questioned and you gave him a ‘what do you think?’ look. He sighed before complying.

When you finished, you began to collect the medical supplies. “Unfortunately, I can’t tell if you have internal bleeding. I would suggest that I stay and keep an eye on you, but I know you’d rather I didn’t. So, rest and if you notice any symptoms, let me know” You were reluctant to leave but didn’t want to push him. You turned to leave, but his voice stopped you.

“You could stay…if you want. Just until the morning.” His words were hesitant,  and you could see how he was struggling to ask for help, to let you in. You nodded, giving him a faint smile before sitting down on a chair next to him.

After a while, he spoke again. “For someone taking care of others, you forgot to take care of yourself” he gestured to your hand, and when you followed his gaze, you noticed some cuts and bruises. In the heat of everything, you were too distracted- worried about him that you forgot about your own pain.

“It’s just some cuts, nothing serious.” you said with a dismissive shrug.

He scoffed. “It could still get infected. Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little disinfection.” There was a playfulness in his tone.

You rolled your eyes and cleaned your wounds. “Happy now?” you flashed him with a mock glare, forgetting who you were talking to for a moment, treating him like one of your friends.

“Very. Now I can sleep in peace.” He joked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Seeing this side of him was new to you. You wanted to hold your tongue so as not to scare him, but your impulsiveness got the better of you.

“I didn't know you were such a tease.” You shot back with a playful grin. And he seemed to have forgotten himself, his smile fading slightly.

“I didn’t want to set you off… but you have a cute smile” you blurted, surprised by your own words. You didn’t know what had gotten into you. Usually, you were more calculated around him, but tonight, something was different. Maybe it was because the fear of losing him had shaken you.

“You’re awfully chatty, tonight.” he remarked.

“I tend to do that when I’m nervous” you admitted quietly.

He narrowed his eyes, curious.“What could you possibly be nervous about?”

You hesitated. “Being in your presence for this long.” 

He frowned. “You’re…scared of me?” 

“No, not scared.” You sighed. “I don’t know how to explain this to you.” 

“Try” he encouraged softly, his eyes inviting.

You took a deep breath. “It’s hard, knowing how you are around others…I thought you don’t let people in.”

“I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I am literally fighting this war for our kind. So that they could have a chance to live in a safe place. Everything I do is for our people, for their survival” he admitted, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“I know, it’s one of the reasons I lov-” You stopped yourself, realizing how close you’d come to confessing your feelings. “It’s just sometimes it feels hard to talk to you. You have all these walls around you, and it creates this distance… I’m babbling again, I’m sorry I’m not sure what I was trying to say.”

“Thank you.” he said quietly, a soft smile appearing on his face.

“What for?” you narrowed your eyes slightly, confused.

“For taking care of me… for staying.” His voice was low, and he avoided your gaze, uncharacteristically vulnerable.

“Of course. It’s nothing, really.”

“It is to me.”

—

“So… seeing as you haven’t developed any symptoms that indicate internal bleeding, I’d say you’re safe. Get some rest and you should be up and about in a couple of days.” You gave him a smile, preparing to leave.

He wanted to say something, but he was hesitant, almost afraid.

“It was nice seeing that side of you, Erik… You should try letting people in more.” You advised. “I guess this is it, then. I’ll see you around…If you need anything, you know where to find me.” You were reluctant to leave, but you knew he wanted space and you didn’t want to push him.

Before you could walk out, he spoke again.“Stay with me” he said, his voice quieter now, almost like he regretted it the moment the words left his mouth. There was no command in his tone- just a raw, hesitant plea. “Please…just for a little while longer.”

You turned back to see him, and there he was, his eyes pleading, his face soft with emotion. “Of course” you nodded, returning to his side with a quiet smile, your heart warming at the rare moment of vulnerability you shared.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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[awkward-walking-potato]

Beautiful Darkness

It was hard feeling like an outsider even within the community which was meant to accept you, until someone notices you.

Like always my requests are open!

The world had always feared your powers. They were a manifestation of darkness, something that seeped from within you, an ever-present shadow that twisted and turned, hungry and insatiable. Where others controlled fire, light, or the elements, you controlled something far more sinister. Your power was the ability to manipulate shadows, to bring forth the hidden fears and nightmares lurking in the minds of others. It was a gift, but one that felt like a curse—an alienating force that set you apart from everyone else.

Even at Xavier’s School, a place meant to be a haven for mutants, you found yourself on the fringes, isolated by the very nature of your abilities. The other students kept their distance, their unease barely masked by polite smiles. Even the professors, with all their wisdom and experience, looked at you with thinly veiled concern. They feared what you could do, what you might become if your powers were pushed too far.

And so, you withdrew, hiding in the shadows of the mansion’s grand halls, where your powers felt most at home. It was in one of these dark corners, far from the laughter and light of the others, that Magneto found you.

Erik Lehnsherr was a figure of power and authority, his very presence commanding respect and fear. When he appeared before you, a part of you wanted to shrink away, to avoid his piercing gaze. But another part—the part that had always longed for understanding—held its ground.

“Why do you hide?” he asked, his voice as smooth as steel.

You looked up at him, surprised by the directness of his question. “I’m not hiding,” you replied quietly, though you both knew it was a lie.

He stepped closer, his cape rustling softly as he moved. “Your powers are extraordinary, yet you treat them as a burden.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “Everyone else thinks they’re dangerous. Even here, among mutants, I’m… different.”

Erik studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “Different does not mean lesser,” he said finally. “It means powerful. It means unique.”

His words caught you off guard. You had grown so used to hearing caution, fear, even pity, that his admiration was a shock to your system. “You’re not afraid of what I can do?”

“Afraid?” Magneto’s eyes gleamed with something close to amusement. “No. I see beauty in it.”

“Beauty?” you repeated, unable to comprehend how someone like him could see anything beautiful in the darkness you wielded.

“Yes,” he said, his tone almost reverent. “You command the very essence of fear, the shadows that hide the truth of the world. There is a purity in that—a strength. While others dance in the light, you thrive in the places they dare not tread.”

For the first time, someone didn’t look at you with fear or disdain. Magneto’s gaze was one of approval, of respect. It was a look that made you feel seen, truly seen, for the first time in your life.

“Why do you care?” you asked, the question spilling out before you could stop it. “Why do you care about someone like me?”

Magneto smiled, a small, almost wistful curve of his lips. “Because I have seen what the world does to those it doesn’t understand. I have felt the sting of rejection, the pain of being told you are something to be feared rather than cherished. But power, true power, comes from embracing who you are—even the parts others would reject.”

He reached out a hand, and for a moment, you hesitated. But there was something in his eyes, something that drew you in, made you trust him despite the warnings you had always been given about him.

“Join me,” he said, his voice a soft but commanding whisper. “I can help you see your power for what it truly is—a gift, not a curse. Together, we could show the world that the darkness is just as beautiful as the light.”

You looked at his outstretched hand, then back up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. This was Magneto, a man who stood against the very principles you had been taught to uphold. But in this moment, he was also the only one who saw you, who saw the beauty in the powers you had always feared.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, you placed your hand in his. His grip was firm, reassuring.

“I’m not like you,” you whispered, the weight of your choice heavy on your heart. “I don’t want to hurt people.”

Magneto’s gaze softened, and he nodded. “Then don’t. But never apologize for the power you possess. Embrace it, control it, and let it be a part of you—without fear.”

For the first time, you felt a spark of hope. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps there was a way to accept the darkness within you, to see it not as a monster lurking in the shadows, but as something beautiful, something powerful.

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

Erik dear, the next time you paralyze the love of your life out of accident, don't leave him laying hurt on the beach somewhere in Cuba, yeah? If you really want to go and create your club of not so nice mutants, just tell the red teleport guy to drop him off at a hospital and leave the incredibly blue eyed gay there, yes? No, no don't worry, I'm not mad. I'm just a bit disappointed.

[wishchip106]

bro looks like he’s on the verge of breaking down

he’s gonna curl up into a ball on the ground while charles just watches

[flowersforbucky]

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you and i by @wcnderlnds

[woolly-aph1d]

I don't know if it's canon, but i wholeheartedly believe that Erik removing the bullet out of Charles is what caused him to be disabled.

The (assumed) fact that Erik's care and love would be THE reason is crushing, and ironic, and it reflects his modus operandi so so well.

That's because Erik is a man who wants to rip the proverbial bandaid off. He sees the issue (or what he believes to be an issue) and eliminates it.

Bullet was in, and it was the cause of pain. So he removed it. He "got rid of the issue". Simple as that.

Wrong.

In that moment, he redacted all control he had over the missiles, putting his everything into removing the bullet that was hurting Charles. He put his all in hope that he will save him from more pain or even death. But it doesn't matter how focused or serene he was, how deeply inside he reached for the ability to not fall apart where Charles fell and instead redirect himself into a saviour. And it didn't matter whether in that moment, in all his body and mind, he felt that all of his training was for that exact moment. It never mattered and it never will matter because however careful and precise he was, he was not about to succesfully remove a bullet from a spine without any prior anatomical knowledge or skillset in the field. Erik's love and desperation in manouvering the bullet out was disastrous, no matter how sugar-coated with care it was. (but he doesn't know that, no)

But the bullet was not alone, it had a source.

He sees Moira, "You. You did this" he stated before trying to suffocate her. She was the one who shot at him, after all. She was holding the gun - the physical weapon and he saw her as guilty. He was the judge, he was about to be the executioner.

"She didn't do this Erik. You did"

It hung in the air like a giant stop sign.

But Erik is the bullet, and he is in control of himself just as he was in control of it mere moment before it hit Charles. He can only change direction, never stop. At least not before he hurts someone, most likely someone he loves (and maybe not even then).

He shifts in his route, no less doomed than the previous one; he is searching for unity. "We are brothers" he believes, he also believes that "us turning on each other, it's what THEY want". And it doesn't matter who he means by "them" either, any would be good if it would align their paths. But just like in that deleted scene in the empty corridors their eyes meet, each of them knowing they were trying to reach the other briefly before turning around, neither of them willing or able to join paths, only to cross. Charles wants to be Erik's "friend" while Erik searches for an ally. Charles is the home and Erik is the battlefield. Its the status quo they cannot break out of.

Charles, no matter how daft and out of touch he is, stated the truth; "they were only following orders" and Erik knew that. He heard it before. He felt it before. He lived through it. Survived it.

He was not about to follow anybody's orders ever. He was his own man, ruled by his own emotions. Same emotions that took a hold of the bullet. Same disobedience and lack of order that took Charles' legs.

Its the modus operandi, that's the source of it all.

He will take what he sees for granted, and eliminate what he sees. Sometimes its a bullet, sometimes its humanity. Or all humans, because he felt a lack of humanity from them. He doesn't see his own reflection in Charles' eyes. He cannot see his own faults.

In front of him, he sees the big picture just right, but the devil hides in the details. Sometimes what ruins the system isn't a bullet lodged into it. Sometimes issues are internal and you can't rid of them.

Mystique is a proof of Erik's faults as much as Charles'. She is what destroys the ideal and points out the inevitable. Its the internalised phobia and hatered we see throughout the movie. Getting rid of humans isn't what makes it go away. It becomes the microsegregation of palatable and non-palatable mutations within the mutant group. Erik and Charles being privileged and shown time and time again manufacturing a standard for Raven to meet, without once allowing her a safe space to decide who she wants to be - who she chooses as her most authentic self. And Raven becomes a source of hurt and discrimination herself as she abandons her child for being outwardly mutant in appearance, because she can be privileged too, if she so wishes.

Erik will not save the world, nor mutants. He will not destroy, or turn it into ashes either. It will be the same movie with different cast. Same world with different faults for Erik to see.

Erik and Charles are on the edges of a society that has to accomodate truth and find respect, but neither of them give us the resolution. Maybe because neither of us know how to save our own world either.

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[mapofyourstars]

new one-shot posted: soulmates in every universe.

At age eighteen, Charles received his soulmate markings, black stains on his body where his soulmate will first touch him. The two black hand prints on his body caused anyone who saw them to blush and avert their gazes; and thankfully, Charles’ clothes covered them most of the time.

[artificiallita]

Dulce et Decorum

It’s a cruel thing, how easy it is to love Charlotte Xavier.

And if Erika was anything less than weak, she would turn her back on it all again - familiar steps in a decades-old waltz. But she does not.

She chooses to stay.

finished the first instalment of the sapphic cherik fic <3<3 pls go show my sad old ladies some love

[librababe99]

Storms of Vengeance

cw: MDNI, 18+, Young! Erik Lehnsherr Mutant! Reader, emotional and psychological manipulation, sexual themes, toxic relationships Word count: 1.6K Summary: You're a powerful weather mutant, caught in the magnetic pull of Erik Lehnsherr, a man consumed by his vision of mutant supremacy. As the storm rages around you, so does the undeniable tension between you both. Will you join him in shaping a new world, or will you resist the storm within and unleash your vengeance?

A/N: Alright no one asked for this.. BUT i'll be honest if young! Charles doesn't have a grip on me its definitely Erik <3 Also yes, I gave the reader similar powers to Ororo (love her btw!). I felt like it worked perfectly, adding to the complexity and moral ambiguity of two powerful individuals "falling in love". I use that loosely...lol...

(Marvel Masterlist)

The wind howled, whipping against your skin as you stood at the edge of the cliff. Below, the ocean churned violently, black waves crashing against jagged rocks. Thunder rumbled overhead, as if the heavens themselves were embroiled in the war that had just taken place. You could still taste blood in the air, feel the adrenaline that had carried you through the battle coursing through your veins.

But the fight wasn’t over. Not yet.

Erik Lehnsherr stood behind you, his presence as heavy as the storm that surrounded you both. He hadn’t said anything since the skirmish ended, but you could feel his eyes on you, as constant and unrelenting as the rain that soaked your clothes. You were a mystery to him, and that made you dangerous.

He had always been drawn to power—first for survival, then for vengeance. And now, his hunger had evolved into something far more insidious: domination. You were his equal in power, though neither of you had admitted it. He could command metal, bend the very earth around him with a flick of his wrist. You commanded the weather—thunder, lightning, wind, and rain—your power could rip apart the sky itself.

It was no coincidence that a storm brewed when the two of you were near. The atmosphere mirrored the tension, the volatile energy that sparked between you. But there was something more beneath the surface, something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

“Another victory,” Erik said, his voice cutting through the wind. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow even in the dim light of the storm. “Another step toward our cause.”

The "cause." It was all Erik ever spoke of. The Brotherhood, mutant supremacy, his grand vision of a new world where mutants ruled and humans bowed before them. But there was something in his tone tonight that unsettled you.

You turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his face in stark relief. His sharp features looked even more dangerous in the half-light, his eyes glinting like steel.

“Is that all this is to you?” you asked, your voice low but strong, cutting through the wind and rain. “Another victory? Another step toward a war you can’t win?”

Erik’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. He stepped closer still, his boots sinking into the wet earth. You could feel the magnetic field radiating from him, pulling on the metal debris scattered around the battlefield. Even the earth seemed to respond to his will.

“We are winning, my dear,” Erik replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming. “The humans are crumbling. Their resistance is futile, and soon they will be nothing more than relics of a past we will bury. You’ve seen it yourself—how they flee before us. They know their time is up.”

You clenched your fists, feeling the storm respond to your growing frustration. The wind picked up, swirling around the two of you, and rain lashed harder against your skin. The clouds above thickened, rolling in darker and more menacing than before.

“And you think that’s victory?” you demanded, stepping toward him, closing the gap between you. “Killing them? Burning their cities? Is that the future you want for our kind?”

Erik’s eyes flashed with something dangerous, something dark and cold that made your breath hitch. He reached out suddenly, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek, and despite the chill in the air, his touch was almost warm.

“What I want,” Erik said, his voice soft but filled with a dark intensity, “is a world where our kind is no longer hunted. A world where we are no longer afraid. And I will destroy anyone who stands in the way of that future.”

His fingers lingered on your skin, and you felt a pull—like gravity, like the storm itself was reaching out to you, as though Erik’s very presence had somehow woven itself into the tempest. Your pulse quickened despite yourself, and the heat between your bodies grew, like a fire stoked by the raging winds.

“I know you feel it,” Erik continued, his hand slipping to your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His voice was lower now, more intimate. “You know what we could achieve together. You’re powerful—more powerful than you let on. I’ve seen it in the way the skies bend to your will, the way the winds obey your command. We could be gods, you and I. Or…” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Or you can remain my most dangerous weakness.”

You inhaled sharply, the tension between you palpable. His words wrapped around you, tightening like a vice. You knew what he was offering. Power. Partnership. A future forged in fire and blood. Erik wasn’t just asking you to join him—he was asking you to surrender to him. To let him in, to allow the force of his vision to consume you.

The storm surged around you, lightning cracking through the sky, illuminating the battlefield for a split second. You felt the storm respond to your emotions, the air thick with static, the winds howling in tandem with your inner turmoil.

Could you trust him? Could you stand beside him, knowing the darkness that lived in his heart?

Erik’s hand tightened on your jaw, his thumb brushing your lips in a way that made your heart race. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, his voice softening. “You and I, we’re the same. We’ve both been broken by this world. But together, we can remake it.”

Your mind screamed at you to resist, to fight back, to remind him that you weren’t his to command. But your body—your body betrayed you. There was something intoxicating about Erik’s power, something magnetic about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered. The storm outside paled in comparison to the storm inside you.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered, your voice shaky, betraying the emotions swirling inside. “But I will not be your pawn.”

Erik’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding down from your jaw to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat in a possessive grip. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but the promise was there, the unspoken threat lingering in the air between you.

“Who said anything about being a pawn?” Erik murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. “I don’t want to control you. I want to unleash you.”

The storm intensified, lightning striking the ground dangerously close to where you both stood. The rain beat down harder, as if nature itself was crying out in protest to the madness that surrounded you. But all you could focus on was Erik—his eyes locked onto yours, the heat of his body pressing against yours.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps as Erik’s thumb brushed the sensitive skin of your throat, his other hand resting against your waist. The tension was unbearable, the storm inside you colliding with the storm outside. You knew that once you gave in, there would be no turning back.

In that moment, something inside you snapped.

Without thinking, you grabbed Erik’s hand, pulling him closer, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was as violent as it was desperate. The storm answered in kind, thunder booming overhead, lightning splitting the sky in jagged streaks of white-hot energy. Erik responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you with a possessive hunger, as if he had been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

His lips were cold at first, but they warmed quickly, the heat between you building until it felt like the storm wasn’t just around you but within you. Erik’s hands were everywhere—on your waist, on your back, in your hair—each touch sending shockwaves through your body.

You pushed against him, forcing him back toward the cliff's edge, the rain-soaked ground slippery beneath your feet. He let you lead, let you push him, but you both knew he could stop you at any moment if he wanted. This was his power, his control, but for now, he let you have the illusion of it.

When you finally broke the kiss, your chest was heaving, and Erik’s eyes were blazing with something dark and primal. The storm raged around you both, rain drenching your clothes, but neither of you cared.

Erik’s hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he whispered in your ear, “Do you see it now? The power we could wield together?”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way his words made your heart race, made your blood sing with the temptation of it. You could feel the storm inside you reaching a breaking point, a chaotic force begging to be unleashed.

“I see it,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the wind. “But I don’t trust you, Erik.”

His grip on you tightened, his eyes narrowing. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, might lose the facade of control. But then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Trust is irrelevant,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with dark promise. “What matters is power. And you, my dear, have more of it than you realize.”

Before you could respond, Erik’s hand shot out, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into another kiss—this one rougher, more demanding. His teeth grazed your lip, and you gasped into his mouth, feeling the raw intensity of his desire radiating from him like heat.

He wanted you—body and power alike. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of it settling deep in your chest.

[readingcherik]

take me so breathless. by mapofyourstars

The metal object in Erik’s pocket keeps getting heavier and heavier with each passing day until finally the moment is right; and Erik can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with Charles. A continuation of the love story started in I think I’ve seen this love before. Can read this without reading first work in series.

[imyourbratzdoll]

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[xxplastic-cubexx]

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

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

[awkward-walking-potato]

Could I get Storm, Magneto, and Nightcrawler with a reader who’s mutation isn’t for combat? It makes them feel weak compared to the others

Here are some headcanons for how Storm, Magneto, and Nightcrawler would react to an S/O whose mutation isn’t combat-oriented and who feels insecure or weak compared to the others:

Storm (Ororo Munroe)

1. Ororo would immediately recognize the importance of your mutation, regardless of its combat capabilities. She’s wise and empathetic, and she’d reassure you that every mutation has its place and purpose. She would remind you that her own powers, though formidable, have many uses beyond combat—like nurturing the earth or bringing rain to parched lands.

2.Storm would encourage you to explore the full potential of your abilities. She’d work with you to find ways your mutation could be used to benefit the team in non-combat scenarios, whether it’s healing, providing support, or something entirely unique. She’d help you see that strength isn’t just about fighting; it’s about contributing in meaningful ways.

3.Ororo is incredibly compassionate and would take time to listen to your feelings of inadequacy. She would share stories of times she felt out of place or unsure of her own powers, helping you understand that everyone, even the most powerful mutants, has moments of doubt.

4. Storm would ensure that the team recognizes and values your contributions. She might organize team exercises or missions where your specific skills are crucial, showing everyone—including yourself—how essential you are to their success.

5. Ororo has a deep appreciation for individuality. She would often compliment you on your unique abilities and encourage you to embrace what makes you different. She’d remind you that being unique is a strength in itself, not a weakness.

Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr)

1.Magneto has seen the wide range of mutant abilities and knows that not all of them are combat-oriented. He’d likely take a pragmatic approach, reminding you that every power has its utility and value. He’d encourage you to think strategically about how your mutation can be leveraged in different situations.

2. Erik would challenge you to rethink what it means to be “strong.” He’d point out that many of the most important and influential individuals in history didn’t rely on physical strength or combat prowess but on intellect, influence, or unique talents. He’d push you to see that your mutation might offer strengths others lack.

3.Magneto might take a personal interest in helping you develop your abilities. He’d offer guidance on how to maximize your potential, perhaps even suggesting ways to combine your mutation with other skills or technologies to increase its effectiveness in different contexts.

4. Erik is a big-picture thinker, and he’d help you see how your mutation fits into a larger context. Whether it’s through aiding in strategic planning, gathering intelligence, or supporting the team in ways that go beyond combat, he’d make it clear that every role is vital to the cause.

5. Magneto wouldn’t sugarcoat things; he’d be honest about the challenges you face. But his honesty would come with a strong message: you are part of something greater, and your value isn’t diminished because your abilities aren’t combat-related. He’d emphasize that everyone has a part to play and that your role is just as crucial as anyone else’s.

Nightcrawler (Kurt Wagner)

1. Kurt would be incredibly empathetic towards your feelings of insecurity. He understands what it’s like to feel different or less capable, and he’d be the first to reassure you that your worth isn’t determined by how well you can fight. He’d remind you that the X-Men are a team, and every team member’s contribution is important, no matter what form it takes.

2. Kurt would make a point to highlight the ways your mutation has helped the team, no matter how small or behind-the-scenes those contributions might seem. He’d constantly remind you that your abilities bring something special to the group, whether it’s in the form of support, creativity, or another non-combat strength.

3. Nightcrawler would gently encourage you to explore your powers further, finding new ways to use them that you might not have considered. He’d offer to help you experiment in a safe, supportive environment, emphasizing that your powers are valuable and that there’s no need to compare yourself to others.

4.Kurt is deeply compassionate, and he’d be your biggest cheerleader when you’re feeling down. He’d remind you that being kind, empathetic, and supportive are strengths in themselves, and that those qualities are just as important to the team as any combat ability.

5. Kurt might share his own experiences of feeling out of place or inadequate, using his faith and personal philosophy to help you see that everyone has a purpose. He’d remind you that your worth isn’t defined by others’ expectations but by your own unique gifts and how you choose to use them.

[imaginary-things-nothing-else]

y'all i finally did some work on my next fic after abandoning it for months congratulate me