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[kat-thepoet]

Invisible string

CHAPTER SIX

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It was time for dinner, and the dining room was bustling with the usual chatter of voices and the clatter of utensils. Everyone was gathered around the long table, except for Logan. I sat next to Jean, picking at my plate while glancing around the room, noticing the empty seat that should have been his.

"Hey, Jean, where's Logan?" I asked, leaning closer to her as she twirled her spaghetti around her fork.

Jean looked up, chewing thoughtfully before responding, "I think he's in his room. Why?"

I shrugged, feeling a bit concerned. "Is he not going to join us?"

She gave me a quick glance before returning to her food. "I don't think so. Hank went to get him earlier, but he doesn't want to come down."

"Where's his room?" I asked, a plan already forming in my head.

"Next to mine and Scott's," Jean replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I stood up, leaving my barely-eaten dinner behind and heading toward the hallway where Logan's room was located. I wasn't sure what I'd say or how I'd convince him to join us, but I knew one thing—I wasn't about to let him isolate himself. After what he'd been through, it was my job to help him feel included now.

I found Logan's room easily enough, the door slightly ajar. I knocked lightly, then pushed it open a bit more. The room was dim, the only light coming from the small bedside lamp. Logan sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.

"Hey," I said softly, stepping inside.

Logan didn't look up, but his body tensed slightly, as if he sensed my presence.

"I know you don't want to come down to dinner, but..." I paused, trying to find the right words. "You don't have to do this alone. We're all here for you."

He didn't respond at first, just kept his eyes focused on the floor like he was trying to figure something out. I took a deep breath, moving a little closer.

"Logan," I said gently. "I get that things have been... hard. I can't even imagine what you've been through. But staying in here, hiding from everyone? It's not going to help."

He finally looked up, his eyes heavy with exhaustion and pain. "You don't get it," he said, his voice rough. "I don't belong here. You people... you're different."

I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze evenly. "Maybe we are different. But so are you. And that's exactly why you belong here. You're not alone, Logan. None of us are."

Logan clenched his jaw, looking away again. For a moment, I thought he was going to tell me to leave, to mind my own business. But then he let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his messy hair.

"I don't do well with... people," he muttered.

I smiled a little, taking a seat on the chair across from him. "Well, lucky for you, this place is full of people who don't 'do well' with others. Trust me, we'll figure it out."

He glanced at me, something like skepticism flickering in his eyes. But he didn't tell me to go. Instead, he leaned back, staring at the ceiling as if debating something with himself.

"Alright," Logan finally said, standing up slowly. "I'll come down. But don't expect me to be all friendly and chatty."

I grinned, relieved that he was willing to take the first step. "I wouldn't dream of it."

We headed back to the dining room together, Logan walking a little behind me, clearly uncomfortable. But as we neared the room, I could hear the buzz of conversation, the warm glow of voices and laughter. And I hoped, just for a moment, that Logan might find a place among us—just like I had.

As I sat down next to Logan, trying to ease him into the group dynamic, I couldn't help but notice how quiet everyone was around him. Jean had been right—Hank had fetched him earlier, but no one seemed to be making an effort to include him in the conversation. It was strange. They hadn't treated me like this when I arrived. I mean, sure, Logan had been through more than I could probably imagine, but still. I thought the X-Men were about making people feel welcome, no matter their past.

I glanced around the table. Jean and Scott were talking quietly, Storm was chatting with Hank, and Raven was absorbed in her meal. No one was making Logan feel included. It didn't make sense. So, I decided to carry the conversation myself, asking Logan casual questions—nothing too deep, just trying to get him to feel comfortable.

"So, uh, what kind of food do you like?" I asked, hoping to draw him out a bit.

Logan glanced at me, his face unreadable, but at least he answered. "Meat. Something simple."

I chuckled softly. "I think we can manage that around here."

We kept the conversation going, though Logan wasn't exactly talkative. Still, I felt like I was making some progress, getting him to open up little by little. But just as I thought things were settling down, I could feel it—that familiar weight of a stare. I didn't need to look to know it was Erik. His presence always felt like a storm cloud hovering just behind you, waiting to burst.

I tried to ignore him, focusing on Logan. But Erik being Erik, couldn't let things go without stirring up trouble. And right when I thought dinner might actually end on a peaceful note, he decided to make a scene.

"So," Erik's voice sliced through the conversation, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Those bruises on your neck—interesting choice of accessory. Where'd you get them, Flora?"

My whole body tensed, and I felt Logan shift slightly beside me. I could feel Erik's eyes on me, and I knew exactly what he was implying before he even finished. I had tried to cover the bruises, but of course, he noticed. He always noticed the things no one else did.

I clenched my jaw, trying to remain calm. "It's nothing," I muttered, hoping that would end it.

But Erik wasn't one to let things go. "Nothing? Funny how you didn't have those before you met Logan. Guess he left a lasting impression, huh?"

That was it. My blood boiled, and I could feel my control slipping. He was insinuating that Logan had hurt me, dragging his past into something that wasn't even true, and for what? To embarrass me? To make Logan feel like he didn't belong here?

I stood up, glaring at Erik with a fury I didn't even know I had in me. "You know, Erik, for someone who claims to be so enlightened and above it all, you really do love taking cheap shots at people. Or is it just easier for you to tear others down than actually deal with your own shit?"

The room went dead quiet. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, but I didn't care. Erik needed to hear this.

"You walk around here acting like you're the only one who's been through something—like no one else has any right to pain or healing because you've been hurt. But let me tell you something, Magneto," I spat his codename with venom, "being a broken man doesn't give you the right to break others. And it sure as hell doesn't make you superior."

Erik's expression darkened, but I didn't stop. "Logan has been through more than you could even imagine, and unlike you, he's not using it as an excuse to be an asshole. But that's what you do, isn't it? You hide behind your pain so no one can call you out on being a cruel, self-righteous jerk."

I could see the flicker of anger in his eyes, but it wasn't enough to stop me.

"Go ahead and judge me, Erik," I continued, my voice sharper than I'd ever heard it. "Judge Logan, judge everyone here for not living up to your impossible standards. But at the end of the day, all you're doing is pushing people away, and maybe one day you'll wake up and realize that the problem isn't the world—it's you."

I slammed my napkin on the table, glaring at him one last time before I stormed out. The silence behind me was deafening, but I didn't care. I was done letting Erik's bitterness poison everything around him.

I slammed my door shut, my chest heaving as I leaned against it, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me. Erik's words echoed in my head, stinging more than I wanted to admit. I didn't care what he thought—at least that's what I kept telling myself—but every sharp remark, every glare, it hurt more than it should. How did he get under my skin so easily?

A soft knock came at the door, followed by Raven's voice, gentle but concerned. "Flora, can I come in?"

I sighed, wiping the corner of my eye before pulling the door open. "Yeah, come in."

Raven stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with that usual calm confidence she carried, but I could see the concern in her eyes.

"What the hell was that back there?" Raven asked, her voice low, careful. "I've never seen Erik act like this with anyone. Not to this extent."

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know, Raven. I really don't. It's like he's got this... this personal vendetta against me, and I have no idea why."

Raven let out a long sigh, looking thoughtful. "He's been through a lot, but even then, this feels different. He's never treated anyone like this before—not like this. It's almost like he's going out of his way to push you."

I sank onto the bed, feeling drained. "I just don't get it. What did I do to make him hate me this much?"

Raven walked over, sitting beside me. "I don't think it's about you, at least not in the way you think. Erik has his walls, and when someone gets too close, he lashes out. But with you... it feels different. You've stirred something in him, and whatever it is, it's making him act like an even bigger jerk than usual."

I laughed, but it sounded bitter even to my own ears. "Great. Just what I need—another person in my life who's impossible to understand."

Raven gave me a sympathetic smile. "You're stronger than you think, Flora. Erik's not used to people standing up to him, and you? You don't let him push you around. That's probably driving him crazy."

I let out a long sigh, leaning back against the bed. "Yeah, well, I'm not going to let him keep doing it. If he has a problem with me, he can take it up somewhere else."

Raven chuckled, a glimmer of pride in her eyes. "Good. Don't let him get to you. He's just one guy, and you've got the rest of us on your side."

I nodded, feeling the tension in my chest ease just a little. "Thanks, Raven."

She stood up, giving me a small nod. "Get some rest. Tomorrow's a new day, and Erik can deal with his own issues."

As she left, I lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The anger was still simmering, but it wasn't as sharp now. I was tired—tired of Erik's constant attitude, tired of trying to figure him out.

But as I closed my eyes, Raven's words stuck with me. Maybe it really wasn't about me at all. Maybe Erik had his own demons to deal with, and I just happened to be caught in the crossfire. Still, I wasn't going to let him ruin what I was building here. Not now. Not ever.

I woke up to the cool air hitting my face, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The clock read 7 AM, and for once, I didn't feel the rush of the weekday hustle. It was Saturday—no classes, no early meetings—just a slow, easy morning. I could take my time.

I slipped out of bed and decided on something casual—jeans and a soft sweater. After getting ready, I made my way down to the kitchen, the scent of coffee pulling me in like a magnet. When I walked in, I saw Hank and Scott already sitting at the table, both of them with steaming mugs in hand.

Scott looked up first, his signature smirk already plastered on his face. Hank followed, giving me a small, warm smile. It didn't take a genius to figure out why they were both watching me like that. I knew what this was about. Last night.

I offered a smile, playing it cool as I grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured myself some coffee. "Morning," I greeted, trying to ignore the tension in the air as I sat across from them.

"Morning, Flora," Scott said, that smirk still on his face. "Sleep well?"

Hank chuckled softly into his cup, clearly more subtle than Scott but still amused. "You seemed pretty riled up last night."

I rolled my eyes, sipping my coffee, trying to shrug it off. "Yeah, well, Erik has a way of doing that."

Scott leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. "That's putting it lightly."

"Don't let him get to you," Hank added, his tone soft but reassuring. "Erik's... well, he's Erik."

"Yeah, I'm starting to figure that out," I muttered, my fingers tapping the side of my mug. "But he really crossed a line last night."

Scott nodded, his smirk fading slightly. "He's a piece of work, no doubt. But don't let it ruin your time here."

I smiled faintly, appreciating the support. "I'm trying not to."

Hank gave me an encouraging nod. "If you need a break from all the... Erik drama, we're here."

I smiled, grateful for their understanding. "Thanks, guys. I think I'm just going to take it easy today. Keep my distance and enjoy the peace while I can."

"Smart move," Scott said, lifting his mug in a mock toast. "Here's to avoiding Erik."

I clinked my mug with his, laughing a little despite everything. Maybe today could still be a good day.

I took another sip of my coffee, feeling the warmth of it soothe my nerves. But then a thought struck me—how they all acted around Logan last night. I had been so focused on Erik's antics that I hadn't fully processed the way the others treated Logan, almost like they were on edge around him.

I glanced up at Hank and Scott, narrowing my eyes slightly. "Why were you guys being weird with Logan last night?" I asked, my tone casual but pointed.

They exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them. Scott was the one to break the silence. "We heard what he did to you."

I blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

Hank set his mug down, his usual calm demeanor shifting to something more serious. "The bruises on your neck, Flora. He did it, didn't he?"

For a second, I just stared at them, completely baffled. Then it clicked. They thought Logan had attacked me, that he'd done it on purpose. I instinctively touched my neck, wincing a little as I felt the faint soreness beneath my fingertips. The bruises.

I shook my head quickly, setting my mug down. "No, it wasn't like that. He didn't mean to—he was disoriented when he woke up. It wasn't an attack. I put him to sleep, and when I woke him up, he panicked. That's all."

Scott didn't look convinced. "Flora, the guy's dangerous. You saw what he did to those guards. You need to be careful."

I sighed, frustrated that they were jumping to conclusions. "He's not dangerous. He's... confused. I saw it in his eyes—he's been through hell. He wasn't trying to hurt me. It was just instinct."

Hank was quiet for a moment, his brows furrowed as he considered my words. "Maybe, but that doesn't change the fact that he's unpredictable. We don't know anything about him."

"I get that," I said, my voice firm. "But treating him like he's some kind of threat isn't going to help. He needs time to adjust, just like I did when I got here."

Scott looked at Hank, then back at me, his expression softening just a bit. "Maybe you're right. But still, just be careful around him, alright?"

I nodded, understanding their concern but unwilling to let them paint Logan as a villain. "I will. But I think there's more to him than what we've seen."

Hank gave me a small smile. "You've always been good at seeing the best in people, Flora. Just make sure you're not putting yourself at risk in the process."

I smiled back, appreciating the sentiment. "Don't worry, I can handle myself."

After finishing my coffee with Hank and Scott, I decided to check on Logan. The conversation with the guys had left a lingering feeling in me, like I needed to make sure Logan was okay, that he wasn't feeling isolated. I made my way down the hallway to his room, knocking softly on the door.

"Logan?" I called out, hoping he might answer. There was no response.

Frowning, I knocked again, this time a little louder. Still nothing. I waited for a beat, listening closely for any sounds of movement, but the room was silent. My hand hesitated on the doorknob for a second before I gently pushed the door open.

The room was empty.

The bed was untouched, and there were no signs that Logan had been there recently. My heart sank a little as I stepped inside, glancing around. He must have left earlier, but where would he have gone?

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to figure out where to look next. Logan didn't seem like the type to wander around aimlessly, especially not after everything he had been through. Maybe he was outside or exploring the grounds. I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to find him, though—not because of what Scott and Hank had said, but because I wanted to make sure he wasn't alone.

I sighed, stepping back into the hallway, closing the door behind me. Looks like I had a bit of a search ahead of me.

I searched everywhere—classrooms, the training room, the living room, and the dining area. Logan was nowhere to be found. Frustration bubbled up inside me as I paced through the halls, trying to think of where he could have gone. Finally, I decided to check outside, hoping maybe he needed some air.

The crisp morning breeze greeted me as I stepped out onto the grounds, my eyes scanning the open areas around the campus. I walked past groups of students, all busy with their own routines, but there was still no sign of Logan. My pace quickened as I rounded the corner toward the garden, the one place I hadn't checked yet.

And there, among the tall trees and flowerbeds, I found him.

Logan was sitting on a bench in the garden, staring off into the distance, his face unreadable but calmer than I expected. He looked more at peace here, surrounded by nature. I exhaled softly, relieved that I had finally found him.

"Logan," I called out gently as I approached, not wanting to startle him.

He glanced up, his eyes locking with mine for a moment before returning to the view ahead of him. He didn't say anything, but he didn't seem surprised to see me either.

I took a seat on the bench next to him, letting the silence hang between us for a moment before speaking again. "I've been looking for you."

Logan's gaze stayed on the horizon. "Didn't know I needed a babysitter," he muttered, though his tone wasn't as harsh as usual. It was softer, almost resigned.

I sighed, watching the way the wind moved the leaves around us. "I'm not here to babysit you, Logan. I just... wanted to make sure you were okay."

He didn't respond right away, and I wasn't sure if he would. The silence between us stretched, but I didn't mind. Sometimes people needed space to process things, and Logan had been through enough to warrant that. Still, I wanted him to know he wasn't alone.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm used to being on my own."

I glanced at him, seeing the weight of his words in the way his shoulders tensed, the way his eyes stayed fixed on the distance as if trying to escape something. "You might be used to it," I said quietly, "but that doesn't mean you have to be."

Logan didn't answer, but I could see his jaw clench slightly, as if the idea of someone caring didn't sit well with him. I understood that—maybe more than I cared to admit. We sat in silence for a little while longer, the garden quiet except for the rustling of leaves and the distant chatter of students.

"I'm here if you need anything," I added softly, standing up to leave him with his thoughts. "You don't have to go through this alone, Logan."

Without waiting for a reply, I turned and started walking back toward the building, hoping that maybe, just maybe, my words had reached him.

As I took a few steps away, I heard Logan's voice, low and rough, but unmistakably sincere.

"I'm sorry about the bruises," he said, the words heavy with regret. "I really am."

I stopped in my tracks, his apology catching me off guard. I turned slowly to face him, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since I'd sat down. There was something in his expression that I hadn't seen before—something raw, almost vulnerable.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. The bruises on my neck were a reminder of what had happened, but standing there, looking at him, I knew he hadn't meant to hurt me. He'd been confused, lost in whatever they'd done to him in that lab. I'd seen the pain in his eyes when he'd grabbed me, and now, hearing him apologize—it softened the edges of my frustration.

"I know," I finally said, my voice gentle. "It wasn't your fault."

Logan's jaw tightened, as if he didn't quite believe me, but he nodded slightly. "Doesn't mean it didn't happen."

I walked back over to him, taking a seat next to him on the bench again. "You didn't mean to hurt me, Logan. You were just... waking up from something terrible. I get it."

He let out a quiet breath, his eyes flicking away from mine. "Still... you didn't deserve that."

I smiled faintly, touched by his remorse. "It's okay. Really. I'm fine."

Logan didn't say anything, but the tension in his posture seemed to ease a little. I could tell that the apology wasn't easy for him, but the fact that he had said it—it meant something.

For a while, we sat there in silence again, but this time it felt different. Less heavy. More... understanding.

"Thanks," I said quietly, not wanting to push him further but letting him know I appreciated his words.

Logan didn't respond, but a slight nod told me he'd heard me.

The day had gone by quickly. I had spent most of it talking to Logan, telling him about my past while he shared bits of what he remembered of his life before all the experiments. It was hard to hear, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him, but I knew Logan didn't like pity, so I kept my sympathy to myself. The rest of the day was spent reading and doing laundry, enjoying the quiet and solitude.

I was in the middle of hanging my clothes when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" I yelled, still focused on getting everything in order.

The door opened, and in walked Raven, Jean, and Storm, all with big smiles on their faces. Their energy was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile back at them, even though I had no idea what they were up to.

"What's going on?" I asked curiously, turning toward them as they stepped into the room. Their grins only widened.

Raven crossed her arms, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "We decided it's time for a little girls' night."

Jean nodded enthusiastically. "You've been through a lot lately, and we thought you could use a break. Just the four of us—some drinks, some fun, maybe even a little gossip."

Storm smiled softly. "It's been a while since we all hung out like this. Thought we could use this opportunity to invite you for the first time."

I chuckled, feeling a warm sense of gratitude for their thoughtfulness. "That sounds amazing. I could definitely use a break."

"Good!" Raven said, walking over and grabbing one of my freshly laundered shirts off the hanger. "Now, finish this up quickly because we've got plans."

Jean chimed in, "And no excuses. We're not taking no for an answer."

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had all day. "Alright, alright! Give me ten minutes, and I'm all yours."

As they helped me finish up the last bit of laundry, the room buzzed with excitement, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for having them around. It was just what I needed—a reminder that, no matter how heavy things got, I wasn't alone.

They decided to have our girls' night in Jean's room since it was the biggest out of the four of us. It was cozy and had plenty of space for us to spread out and relax. As we headed over there, Jean mentioned that we couldn't leave the campus during the weekend, except on Sundays if it was our day off.

"Why Sundays?" I asked, a bit surprised by the restriction.

Raven gave a little shrug. "Even though it's the weekend, some kids are still here. There's always someone on duty in case anything happens, and we try to keep things running smoothly. Sundays are the designated day off for staff rotation."

Jean nodded in agreement as she opened the door to her room. "Yeah, it's pretty rare for all of us to get out together unless it's a mission. The weekends are mostly about letting the kids have some downtime, and we all pitch in."

Storm smiled as she set down the snacks she'd brought. "But tonight's for us. No responsibilities, no duties—just us four, hanging out."

I smiled, appreciating the break from all the chaos that had been my life lately. "Sounds good to me. I'm just glad to get a chance to unwind."

As we settled into Jean's room, the atmosphere quickly shifted to something light and carefree. Jean had laid out some drinks and snacks, and Raven was already going through Jean's music collection, picking out something for background noise. Storm made herself comfortable, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, while I settled into a chair nearby.

Jean glanced around at all of us with a warm smile. "So, what should we start with—movies, drinks, or catching up on all the gossip?"

Raven, already with a drink in hand, grinned. "Definitely gossip. Let's hear what's been going on around here."

Jean poured us all a shot, passing them around with a grin. When I took mine, I hesitated for a second, staring at the small glass in my hand. The others noticed immediately, their eyes widening in surprise.

"You've never had a shot before?" Raven asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at me, amused.

Storm looked equally surprised, but there was a playful smile on her lips. "Wait, seriously? Not even once?"

I could feel my face flush a little as I quickly tried to explain. "Well... I did live with nuns my whole life, remember? So yeah, I'm pretty innocent. All things considered."

That earned me a round of laughter from all of them, but it was lighthearted, not mocking. Jean smiled warmly, shaking her head. "I totally forgot about that. Well, looks like we're popping your shot cherry tonight."

Raven grinned and held up her glass, "To innocence lost."

I rolled my eyes but laughed along with them, lifting my shot glass. "Alright, let's do this."

With a deep breath, I downed the shot, the burn hitting my throat immediately. I coughed slightly, grimacing as the warmth spread through my chest. The others watched me with amused smiles, clearly waiting for my reaction.

"That... was awful," I said, wincing a little.

They burst out laughing again, and Jean patted me on the back. "Don't worry, it gets better. Eventually."

Storm grinned and took her own shot with ease. "You'll get the hang of it. But hey, if we're corrupting you, at least we're doing it right."

I laughed, feeling a little more relaxed now, especially with the easygoing atmosphere between us. "Guess there's a first time for everything."

Raven chuckled, topping off our drinks. "Here's to more firsts, then."

Raven leaned back against the bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced around the room. "Alright, ladies," she said, her tone playful. "Who has gossip? I know someone here has something juicy to share."

I looked around, curious about what would come up, while Jean and Storm exchanged knowing glances. Jean smirked and shrugged. "Oh, come on, Raven. You're always the one with the inside scoop."

Raven laughed, raising her hands in defense. "Hey, don't pin this on me! I've shared enough. I want to hear what's going on with you all."

Storm rolled her eyes but smiled. "Honestly, things have been pretty quiet lately. No major drama in my corner."

Raven gave her a look. "Quiet? With this lot? I don't buy it."

Jean chuckled and leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Well, I did overhear something interesting the other day..."

All eyes turned to her as she paused for effect, drawing out the moment. "It seems like Scott and Hank are planning some kind of secret project in the lab. They've been in there late at night, but they won't tell anyone what it is. Not even me."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Late nights in the lab, huh? Sounds like they're up to something."

Storm tilted her head, intrigued. "Any idea what it could be? Or are they just playing mad scientists?"

Jean shook her head, grinning. "No clue. But whatever it is, they're being extra secretive about it. So, naturally, I'm dying to know."

Raven laughed and took a sip from her glass. "You'll crack them eventually. You always do."

She then turned her attention to me, eyes twinkling. "What about you, Flora? You're new, but you've got to have some fresh intel on campus life by now."

I blinked, surprised to be put on the spot. "Me? Gossip? I've barely been here long enough to know anyone's secrets."

Raven smirked, leaning closer. "Oh, come on. You've been spending time with Logan. Don't tell me there's nothing interesting going on there."

I felt my face flush at the mention of Logan, but I tried to play it off with a laugh. "Logan's not exactly the chatty type. It's mostly just grunts and short answers."

Jean raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting toward me as she asked with a teasing smile, "What about Erik?"

I nearly choked on my drink, not expecting the question to be thrown at me so suddenly. "Erik?" I repeated, trying to play it cool, but I could already feel my face heating up. "What about him?"

Raven's eyes lit up with mischief, and she leaned in eagerly. "Yeah, Flora, what about Erik? He's been acting a little... intense around you, don't you think?"

Storm chuckled softly, shaking her head. "He's always intense."

Jean wasn't letting it go, though. "Sure, but it's different with Flora, isn't it? I've seen the way he looks at her."

I groaned inwardly, knowing where this conversation was heading. "There's nothing to tell," I said quickly, waving my hand dismissively. "Erik's... well, Erik. He's just rude, all the time."

Raven wasn't buying it. "Oh, come on. You've definitely noticed how he acts around you. The tension is palpable."

I shifted uncomfortably, trying to avoid their curious stares. "Look, Erik just doesn't like me, alright? He's made that pretty clear from the start."

Jean exchanged a glance with Raven, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Are you sure it's just dislike?"

Storm joined in, her expression thoughtful. "Erik's never gone out of his way to be rude to someone like that before. It's like you bring out a different side of him."

I groaned and leaned back against the bed, covering my face with my hands. "Please, don't start. I can barely deal with him as it is."

Raven nudged my arm playfully. "Oh, we're just having fun. But seriously, Flora, I don't think it's as simple as him disliking you. Erik's complicated. There's more going on there than you think."

I peeked at her through my fingers, skeptical. "You really think so?"

Jean nodded. "I do. Just keep an open mind. Erik's not easy to figure out, but there's definitely something going on with him when it comes to you."

I sighed, sitting up again. "I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing."

Raven winked. "It's definitely an interesting thing."

The girls laughed, and though I tried to brush it off, I couldn't help but think about what they said. Erik was different with me, but whether that was good or bad... I wasn't sure.

I rolled my eyes, trying to deflect the topic for the hundredth time that evening. "Okay, enough about me. Let's just watch a movie," I said, hoping that would finally put the Erik talk to rest.

Jean smirked, catching on to my attempt at changing the subject. "Nice try, Flora," she said, playfully nudging me. "But you're not off the hook that easily."

I sighed dramatically, reaching for my drink and taking another sip, trying to drown out the lingering thoughts about Erik. But, of course, Raven wasn't going to let it go. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, fine. But answer me this—do you think he's at least attractive?"

I nearly choked on my drink, my eyes widening. "Who?" I asked, trying to play dumb, even though I knew exactly what she meant.

Raven grinned, clearly enjoying this. "You know who."

I shot her a look, but she only smiled wider. "Logan or... Erik?" she added, drawing out the names as if they were scandalous secrets.

My cheeks burned, and I quickly took another gulp of my drink, hoping it would somehow cool the heat rising to my face. "Oh, please," I muttered, trying to act unaffected, but the girls were all staring at me expectantly. "Logan's... he's fine. I mean, he's—he's Logan." I rambled, desperate to avoid the real question.

But Raven wasn't going to let me off the hook. "And Erik?"

Jean smirked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Yeah, Flora. Do you find Erik attractive?"

I groaned, setting my drink down and giving them a look. "You guys are definitely drunk ."

Raven giggled, raising her eyebrows. "So...?"

I sighed dramatically, unable to escape the inevitable. "Fine! Okay, Erik's... objectively, sure, he's attractive. But that doesn't matter, because he's also the biggest dick on the planet, and I can't stand him half the time."

Storm, who had been quietly sipping her drink, finally spoke up with a knowing smile. "You didn't say all the time."

I blinked, realizing what I had just admitted, and groaned again, flopping back onto the bed in defeat. "I hate all of you."

The girls burst into laughter, and despite my protests, I couldn't help but smile. They knew how to get under my skin, but I couldn't deny that they were right—there was something about Erik that made it impossible to ignore him, no matter how much I wanted to.

Jean, ever the instigator, picked up the remote. "Alright, we'll let you off the hook—for now. Let's pick a movie before Raven gets you to spill any more secrets."

I shot her a grateful look, settling back as the conversation finally shifted, but Raven's teasing question still echoed in my mind. Logan or Erik?

God, help me.

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Chapter: SEVEN

[juniperwoodwell]

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[ethan-lensherr]

that's my best friend guys!

X-Men Evolution — OC 🎸

~ Is this just to fuel my desire for more X-men content? Yes, yes it is. Plus I adore the cartoon I wish it got more traffic because it’s pretty good!

Full name: Hailey Meredith Rose Wright

Nicknames: Hail, Mere, Rosy

Sign: Virgo

Birthday: August 29th

Age: 17-25

Height: 5’5

Parents: Kisa Wright (mom), Charles Xavier (father), Erik Lehnsherr (father-figure)

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Personality: Hailey is a deep thinker, modest, rather picky, analytical, clumsy on occasion, and pretty supportive. However she has a pretty gentle demeanor, kind, very inpatient and soft spoken. She’s often very quiet compared to others, however she doesn’t need to say anything because her behavior and facial expressions say it all.

—Quirks

Fidgets with Objects: Hailey often plays with small metallic objects, like paperclips or coins, subconsciously bending and reshaping them when deep in thought or nervous.

Facial Expressions: She communicates a lot through her expressions, often making her thoughts and feelings known without saying a word.

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Powers: Magnetism. Or as Hailey likes to put it, “It’s like telekinesis but with metallic objects.”

In other words, she can push/pull metallic and magnetic material (ex: attracting a smartphone or repelling metallic robots).

Another instance is bending and manipulating magnetic materials (ex: bending a string of paperclips then reshaping them into tiny hearts or crushing a handful of computers into striking pieces).

Sensing Metal: Over time, she has developed the ability to sense the presence of metal in her surroundings, giving her an edge in unfamiliar environments.

—Personal Skills

Problem-Solving: Hailey's analytical skills make her a natural problem-solver, whether it's figuring out a complex situation or coming up with innovative uses for her powers.

Listening: Her supportive nature and ability to listen make her a trusted confidante among her peers, often helping others work through their issues.

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Appearance and Style

—Clothing Style

Casual Wear: Hailey prefers comfortable, practical clothing nothing too tight or fancy use to her sensitive skin. Think fitted jeans, simple graphic t-shirts, tank-tops and leather jackets. She often incorporates subtle accessories like a big hoop earring or bracelets.

Accessories: She wears a locket that belonged to her mother, made of golden marble, so she can always keep it close using her abilities. She has a handful of earrings and rings in a box, often changing up her appearance with multi-hoop earrings or multiple stylized rings.

—Distinctive Features

Tattoo: Hailey has a small, discreet tattoo of a lightings bolts.

Scars: She has a few minor scars from training and past missions, but none are particularly prominent.

Jewelry: She often wears a small sliver nose ring

—Signature Color Combination

Primary Color: Maroon.

Accent Color: Bronze/Brown.

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—Background and History 🖼️

Years ago, during a visit to California for a conference on genetic diversity, Charles Xavier met a woman named Kisa Wright. Kisa, an associate director for the media, was working at the conference, providing information, filming, and reporting back to the editor for the magazine she worked at. She lived in North Carolina but had flown to California a few months in advance to prepare for the conference. Kisa had tan skin, short brown hair, and a darling smile. Charles found her attractive, kind, and intelligent, often watching her work behind the camera.

During the conference, their eyes met several times, sparking a mutual interest. Once the conference ended, Charles invited Kisa for a cup of coffee. She accepted, and they talked for hours at a nearby coffee shop. Over the week, they continued meeting for lunch, their encounters feeling like dates. Charles flirted, and Kisa smiled at his compliments, though he kept some distance regarding his private life. Kisa respected his boundaries, understanding his busy life.

As the week concluded, they returned to their daily routines. A few weeks later, Kisa discovered she was pregnant. Not wanting to burden Charles, whom she assumed wouldn’t want children, she decided not to inform him. Despite attempting to write to him, the letters never reached Charles for various reasons. Nine months later, Kisa gave birth to Hailey Rose.

Hailey grew up in North Carolina, loving baseball, photography, and fashion. She often accompanied her mother to the studio, watching the behind-the-scenes action of filming, interviewing, and high-quality photography. Life was good until her mother’s career demanded more travel, leaving Hailey often staying at a friend’s house.

When Hailey was 16, tragedy struck. One afternoon, while at a friend’s house, police arrived with devastating news: there had been a bus crash, and multiple people were injured or killed, including Kisa Wright. Hailey, in shock and disbelief, struggled to accept the news, despite her friend’s mother’s comforting words. Just moments earlier, her mother had called, promising to see her soon. Now, she was gone.

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—Aftermath and Discovery 🔬

Grief and Struggle

Emotional Turmoil: Grief took over Hailey as she struggled with the loss of her mother. A part of her felt responsible, believing that her encouragement of her mother’s career might have led to the tragedy. Her mother’s career had inspired Hailey to consider becoming a photographer, but after such a shocking experience, she refused to entertain that idea for herself.

Coping Mechanisms: Hailey often cried herself to sleep and found solace in her mother's belongings, frequently wearing an old-fashioned jacket that had belonged to Kisa. These items provided a comforting connection to her lost mother.

Support System: Hailey’s friends’ family, being close family friends, took her in and supported her through this difficult time, knowing that Kisa would have appreciated their care for her daughter.

— Discovery of Powers 💎

One afternoon in mid-June, Hailey was visiting an old house near a lake, under the care of her mother’s best friend, Ophelia. The location was serene and a welcome escape from the city’s noise. Ophelia, noticing Hailey’s continued struggle with her emotions, suggested she take a moment to stand in the lake and confront her bottled-up feelings. Though hesitant, Hailey agreed.

Emotional Release: Hailey brought her pens, papers, a blanket, and other personal items to the lake. She removed her shoes and waded into the water until it reached her knees. There, she stood, speaking to herself, crying, and eventually letting out a deep breath before screaming at the top of her lungs. Her scream was filled with confusion, pain, anger, and frustration over the past few months.

Manifestation of Powers: As she screamed, her hands open and heart pounding, Hailey felt a sudden burst of energy and a strange sensation between her fingers. When she looked, she realized her necklace, which had been on the blanket behind her, was now in her palm.

To say the girl was shocked and scared would be an insult to her own words.

“What the..?” She mumbled under her breath.

She couldn’t understand how the necklace had moved to her hand without her touching it…

The next few days, Hailey stayed indoors, trying to forget what happened and not speak about it to her Aunt Ophelia in fear she might want her to experience or explore this newfound discovery. Hailey that she was seeing things, as she tried to stay calm and away from the lake, in confusion and frustration of could possibly have caused that.

She knew that the ocean was full of unknown objects and creatures, but she knew that wasn’t it. She thought she was seeing things. As calm as she tried to stay, it seemed like it wasn’t working, as small items next to her start to wiggle around a bit.

She thought she was going nuts when she pointed to her headset that lay on the couch, screaming for the headphones to stop shaking, but it only made it move even more as she flicked her hands, resulting in her headset to go flying backwards hitting the wall instead. To her relief, it didn’t break.

Ophelia heard the noise and went to check on her, as Hailey hurried to pick it up and quickly pulled herself together, telling her that her headphones accidentally fell. Ophelia just nodded and went back, to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes.

Hailey knew she needed to get out of the house, clear her thoughts and grab something to eat, as she grabbed the extra pair of keys and ran.

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Meanwhile at Xavier’s Institute, Cerebro picked up movement of a possible mutant wondering the streets of Upstate New York. Cerebo slowly turned to its analysis on this mutant’s behavior. Xavier assumed it to be Erik, as he knew the man was one to travel, as well as the only other mutant with whom can control metal without their knowledge. That he knows of, that is.

However Cerebo picked it up to be a young female, around 17 years old, who decided to make a run for her after discovering that something different was happening to them. Intrigued and concerned, Charles went Jean Gray to get meet the girl and possibly bring her to the mansion before she can cause any damage to herself or her surroundings.

Jean went and picked up on the girls location, finding her near an empty parking lot, sitting at the curbside picking at her nails listening to music, trying to figure out what to do next. But when Jean tried to carefully confront the girl, she just tried to ignore her and leave, as Jean did her best to avoid any wondering eyes trying to showcase that Hailey wasn’t alone.

Hailey refused to believe her, think Jean was just crazy and stumbled away from her, as Jean tried following her. Hailey found herself in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by objects such as trash, street signs, loose change on the ground and etc.

Jean was trying to ease Hailey and tell her that everything was gonna be alright, but Hailey was scared and uncertain about everything, shouting at Jean to leave her alone as the loose change such as coins went flying and hitting Jean Gray as she tried to block every single one of them.

She didn’t want to hurt anyone or cause an damage, she just wanted to make it stop and yes, Jean was doing everything in her best interest to help her calm down, she could tell that Hailey was impatient and terrified.

She accidentally pushed a coin straight at Jean Gray’s forehead, leaving a small brutal cut. Hailey hissed and winced at the sight, then puffed up her jacket running down the parking lot and into a corner, taking a breathe. However Jean caught up her and with one gentle sigh, she raised her hands in defense in a gesture to showcase she doesn’t want to fight her. Hailey’s hands balled into a tight flaring fist, looking at Jean and took another breath, deciding to give her a chance to hear the women out.

Soon enough, after a few moments, Hailey nodded at the redhead and decided to reluctantly follow her to the school.

There at the school, she was met with plenty of questions and different faces who past her. She saw teens and young adults using their abilities, some were blue, some had crawls and the list went on. Kids running around and others chatting with each other, meanwhile Hailey noticed there were a couple of teens were left to their own devices sitting alone doing an activity.

Jean guided her to entered a room that held a brunette with light eyes sitting down at his desk dressed in a causal suit, while speaking to a young brunette teenager who was wearing a set of deep red sunglasses to cover his eyes. The one with sunglasses stood up from the couch and gave her a kind smile, greeting her, calling himself Scott Summers. The man at the desk wasn’t far behind, genuinely curious and kindly welcomed Hailey, as he said his name was Professor Xavier.

They explained to her about mutants and how they are all different yet unique, that it’s hard however the powers they hold aren’t curses but gifts. Professor Xavier could tell that she was a little shy and trying to take it all in, however he gently encouraged her to try to showcase what she can do.

Hailey hated the several eyes on her, as she requested some space and just have one person in the room. In result, Jean and Scott left, leaving her and Charles to their own devices. Charles slowly turned around to give her his full attention to show him what she believed she can do. Hailey then looked around his desk and reached out her hand to move the small set of paper clips around a bit then pauses.

“Impressive, dear..” Charles said with a soft smile.

She shrugged, “It’s nothing, Professor…it’s uh, been a lot..”

“Ah, I understand. Our machines here picked up on the day your powers first began and sense how anxious you were. And that’s perfectly normal, because it’s a lot to handle. But I promise you, you will get a hang of it.”

“Thank you.”

“Cerebo picked up on what I assumed is your first name, but it didn’t get your full attention..may I asked, what is your name?”

Hailey told him her full name, and who she thought she was. Professor just smiled and nodded, trying to get a sense of the girl, especially due to her last name sounding oddly familiar to him.

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—Truths to be found 🗝️

Time went on, Hailey Rose Wright started to live at the mansion with other students, such as Kitty Pride, Rogue, Evan Daniels and others. She was even being treated well and taught to not be ashamed on her newfound skills. When she wasn’t going to classes and training, which often led to her and the others kids teasing Logan and Storm during lunchtime, she was hanging outside on the basketball court.

A few weeks later, a tall man named Erik Lehnsherr arrived at the school, greeting Raven and other students out front before entering the building. He was walking around, wearing a black turtleneck and dress pants, holding a pair of sunglasses. Hailey was sitting next to one of her friends, Ethan, on the stairs writing with her notebook as she noticed the man make an b-line.

“Who’s that?” She asked, gesturing to the man.

Ethan looked up from his notebook and shrugged, “My dad..don’t mind him.”

“The fu-“

“Long story.”

Charles and Erik were in the office, catching up on things, laughing at each other’s jokes, making suggestions to the staff members…among other things of course. When it came to the students, Charles was hesitant about talking about his latest student but Erik was able to sniff it out of him, having hear from Raven about a new student who shared a similar skill set to him. Charles eventually let it rip, telling him about he believes that Hailey Rose in his daughter, because he recalls meeting her mother once during a conference years back.

Erik almost chocked on his drink at the moment and scoffed, trying to hold back a little smirk. Charles didn’t seemed pleased with his response and Erik grunted, telling his oldest friend to take a moment to reflect and tell this young girl that he’s her father. Erik knows from experience how it is not to tell someone your their parents and how difficult parenting can be, but still he tries.

Two days later, Charles requested for Hailey to meet him in his office, for an important conversation. The brunette thought she was in deep trouble, ready to blame it on Bobby if things went south, as she wondered what was so important. But to her surprise, Charles led the conversation with nothing about school or her powers, but onto who she is. He asked if either of her parents are mutants, because the x-gene sometimes gets past on mainly from the father, as Hailey shook her head.

From what she knows, her mother and father were young, as it was a very short relationship that barely lasted a month. And her mother, Kisa, tried to make contact with her father once or twice by sending letters but they never arrived to her father. Charles nodded, surprised himself about everything he was supposedly hearing as he tried his best to explain things. Hailey questioned whether it was important to know this information, as Charles slowly ripped off the bandage and told her what he assumed was the truth.

That he was her father.

Hailey was in shock and disbelief, listening to Charle’s side of the story. He explained how he met her mother, how he cared for her and how brief their relationship was. He didn’t even know that he had a child in the first place and if he did, he would’ve went searching for her. Hell, Charles even told her how he never received any letters from her mother, assuming they got lost in the mail or something. He apologized for not telling her sooner but he would like to get to know her.

The two had a long conversation in that office regarding the situation at hand.

Hailey was skeptical, confused and vastly concerned about the new information given to her. She had no clue who her father was growing up and often asked her mother, as her mother would always say he was a kind teacher and very intelligent, but he was also a charmer who dazzled him that day. But her mother never said anything about who exactly he was.

Somehow a part of Hailey was pleased with the fact that what her mother said was true, and even though it hurt that they both found out now, she was oddly at ease. She got lucky that her father was an understanding individual, who tough a school for children like her and not some mutant-hating-asshole!

It took an awful long time for Hailey to get used to but due to Charles openness, patience and understanding, the two of them too it slow. And if Xavier had to be honest, he was pretty excited about having a chance to be a father to such a kind young girl.

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—A Family Of Mutants 💿

Over time, Hailey and Ethan became closer as friends, treating one another almost like siblings. The two were rather loner kids when they started out, rather hanging out by themselves and practicing their skills together. As neither one of them truly wanted to be there at first. Often times, you would find the two friends sitting by the courtyard chatting or binge watching Pixar movies together.

Logan would sometimes find the two sneaking off late nights to the kitchen for a midnight snack or to sit on the porch watching the stars. The two eventually did start interacting with other students such as Petra Summers, Rogue, Kitty Pride, Boom-Boom and the others.

However they often get roped into trouble, like when Bobby, Meira, Cole and Jubilee decided to steal The X-Van for a drive as Hailey and Ethan had to stop them.

It was not fun! Thankfully Kurt was able to lend a helping hand and get everyone to safety.

Even if it was wild, they were a family of friends!

Speaking of families, one afternoon Hailey got home from shopping with Amara and the others when she spotted Charles and Erik sat on the couch alone chatting. She knew her father and Erik were old friends, some may even associate themselves as old flames, especially with Erik staying over a lot more often because of help with the students. But this was actually charming to see. She ushered the group to quietly across the living room, having to hush Kurt and Tabitha’s giggles to do, making their way to the kitchen.

Weeks went on, as she noticed the two got closer every visit. Ethan and her found it oddly enough satisfying to see their parents rekindle their old relationship. Because that meant they would be spending more time together and less time telling the students to go study.

The two friends made a silent promise to act like nothing happened and everything was right in the world every single time their parents hung out together. Other days it was obvious Charles and Erik were pleased to see one another and some days it seemed that they were hiding it very well. But everyone knew if their Professor

“Good morning, my darlings.” Charles said, rolled in one morning into the kitchen to get himself some coffee and smiled.

Hailey sat next to Amara sharing slices of bacon and replied, “Hey, what’s on the agenda for today?”

Bobby exclaimed, “Please no training with Scott! Logan at least makes us play outside!”

Kurt joked, “My tail is itching to go play in the pool later!”

“You just want to be around Tabitha again…” Ethan muttered biting into his toast.

Charles smiled and hushed their voices, “Now, now, children. I know we all plan on different activities for today and we will get to do the. But first Mr. Lehnsherr is coming over to have a language lesson for you all to practice.”

“Why do we need to learn another—ow!” Bobby exclaimed but was cut off by Ethan who elbowed him in the chest.

“You will all need learn to pick up another language besides English, because you never know where your next assignment would take you.” Charles explained smiling before rolling away, “Enjoy your breakfast!”

Some of the students all shared a few giggles and looks watching the professor roll away to his office. It was gonna be a great day!

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[librababe99]

Hi Loves! This will be my first time EVER participating in Kinktober and honestly i'm so excited to do this🤭 Below I will be posting my lineup.

❥・All of these stories will be "Character x Reader" and I promise there won't be any use of Y/N.

❥・Female Reader or Gender Neutral Reader will be featured.

❥・ If you'd like, you can comment your choices below and I will tag you OR use this link: CLICK HERE

Logan Howlett x Reader: Knife Play (ft. Claws)

Scott Summers x Reader: Sensory Deprivation

Old Man!Logan x Fem!Reader: Pregnancy kink

Young!Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader: Face sitting

Remy Lebeau x Virgin! Reader: Praise kink

Young!Erik Lensherr x Fem!Reader: Threesome (Ft. Charles)

Hank McCoy x Fem!Reader: Cunnilingus

Wade Wilson x Reader: Dom/Sub, Lingerie

Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) x Reader: Thigh Riding

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader: Breeding

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader: Infidelity

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader: Breast worship, titty fucking

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader: Period Sex

Loki x Fem! Reader: Seduction, Body Worship, Collaring

Victor Von Doom (RDJs vers.) x Reader: Corruption

Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield's vers.): Bondage

Johnny Storm x Reader: Wax play, temperature play

Reed Richards x Reader: Sex Pollen

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader: Mirror Sex

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader: Shower sex, deep throating

Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader: bimbofication

Clark Kent x Reader: Breath play, choking

Hal Jordan x Reader: Drunk / anonymous sex

Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader: Brat Taming

Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader: BDSM, Sadism/masochism

Homelander x Reader: Somnophilia (Sleep sex)

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader: Edging, orgasm denial

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader: Lap dances, Rough sex

Jack Reacher (Alan Ritchson's vers.) x Fem! Reader: Size kink, overstimulation, creampie

Old Man! Logan x Fem! Reader: Food play (ft. Whipped Cream)

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader: Roleplay, Hunter/Prey

[spectrs]

can you write a smut with erik lensherr with the female reader where they are on a mission at a party and suddenly they need a change of clothes due to which they rush to the washroom and the reader asks him to enter her stall to help her with the zip of her party wear and .....yk.....things get frisky..

thank you so much for the request!! i apologize for this taking two months to write (i swear i wanted to finish it sooner but i couldn't due to personal problems.) thankfully it's now finished, and i hope you like it as much as i do <3

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erik lehnsherr x afab!reader

missions with erik are always risky, mainly because of the indisputable attraction between you two. so when your dress zipper gets stuck during a quick change and he’s the only one who can help, things get awfully scandalous. 

WARNINGS - (this is an 18+ fic, minors dni!) semi-public sex, fingering, praise, (not sure if that counts as a warning but i'm putting it regardless)

WORD COUNT - 3.0k

The dim light of the candles was the only thing illuminating the room, the air flowing through the vents occasionally whipping around the dying flames. The room still had a considerable amount of people, yet most of them had already cleared out. You stood to the side, one hand lazily holding a crystalized glass, the other tightly grasping the drive you had come to collect. 

Your eyes scanned the room, looking out for anyone you knew who shouldn’t have been there. The only stragglers left were the wealthy slobs who were waiting for some stripper to whisk them away to a private room. The only one you truly focused on, however, was Erik. Of course, he was disguised to blend into the crowd, but so far you were the only one who knew he wasn't supposed to be here. 

He was leaning against the fireplace, a drink in hand and an almost irritating smirk on his face. The grand gestures his arms were making and the sound of fluent German flowing from his mouth suggested he was bragging about some fake financial or political achievement. The others stared at him, not in awe or disgust, but more in interest. You had only been in this area of Germany for a couple of days, traveling around for the mission Charles had sent you on. It hadn’t been entirely worthless since you and Erik managed to pick up some useful information along the way. The only thing you had a problem with was the fact that he had been getting oddly restless. 

Of course, you knew it was nothing to worry about, since Erik would never let whatever feelings he had disrupt him from the mission. But it still concerned you. 

He didn’t look restless at that moment, though. He looked comfortable and arrogant, which is a look you thought you had forgotten about. Your eyes traveled up to the clock, its gothic hands reading half past nine. You looked at him again, this time with your eyes locking onto each other. You gave him a slight nod and he turned back to the crowd, most likely getting one last comment in.

You heard the groans and disgruntled German as you walked to the nearest bathroom, speeding up as you heard the quiet footsteps of someone behind you. The double doors that had been a common appearance in the hotel came into view, and you slowed down slightly. The dark yet beautiful hallway was void of people, letting the click of your heels echo through. 

Taking a quick look around to make sure no one was there, you opened a closet door and grabbed a duffle bag lying in the shadows. Your hand held onto the rough handle while the other closed it slowly, then pushed the double doors open and walked in. 

The large bathroom was empty as well. You sighed with relief, plopping the bag down and bending down to carefully stuff the drive against one of the walls. You stood back up, kicking it into a corner and walking over to one of the many sinks. Like the hallway, the room was empty and the muffled sound of a vent was the only sound reaching your ears. You stopped in front of a sink, staring straight into the mirror. 

Your appearance was only a little disheveled, mainly because of the continuous motion of running your hand through your hair. Other than that, you still looked presentable.

The sudden sound of the door opening made you whip around and immediately reach for the gun strapped to your thigh. Instead, a sigh of relief left your mouth as Erik walked in, hands empty and a somewhat relieved look on his face as well. He saw you, letting his eyes travel down to the hand wrapped around your gun, and his lips curled into a smirk.

"Were you preparing to shoot me?"

You sighed, letting your hand fall away to rub at your temple. “I would’ve if you didn’t give me a warning. No one’s following you, are they?”

“No.”

“You double-checked?”

“Yes. Do you have the bag?”

You gestured to the corner, and Erik’s eyes followed your hand to the duffle bag. He turned to look back at you, giving you a look as to confirm.

“Yes, the suits and drive are in there. I made sure,” you sighed.

With that, he walked over to it, quickly undid the clasps, and threw a bundle of gray and yellow fabric at you. You caught it immediately, letting your hands glide over the fabric before turning towards the nearest stall. 

“Remind me again why we need these stored away in this…”

“Bag that’s almost completely destroyed?” you asked, turning back to face him.

“Yes.”

“Erik, you know why."

"Just tell me again," he said irritably.

"It's a precaution. We don't want anyone knowing of our mission, so we wait to put on the suits until after the plan's first phase. That way, no one suspects us."

He made a noise of understanding, and you turned back around. Ignoring the sudden rustling behind you, you walked over to the stall, pushed the door open, and locked it behind you. You carefully slipped the heels off your feet, then started to roll the tights down your thighs.

“So,” you started. “What lies were you telling them this time?”

You knew a smirk was adorning his face as he spoke. “The typical lie.”

“Oh, you mean the one where you’re a foreign governor who happens to be traveling through Germany? Or is it the one where your rich slob of a father is dying and you’re here to represent him?”

He scoffed, most likely at the fact that you memorized the lies he usually went with on missions. “Actually, it was neither.”

“A new one? Indulge me.”

“My father was involved with the Nazis and his dying wish was for me to finish what he started.” You could hear the grimace in his voice. You knew he wasn’t proud, but you also knew how determined he was to rid the world of the people who had caused him so much pain. 

“Well, it definitely worked. They were completely fucking enamored with whatever emotional story you fed them.”

“I could tell.”

It was your turn to scoff, not only at Erik’s words but also at the fact the stalls were so small. The only clothing left was your dress and underwear, the rest scattered on the floor. Your hands snuck to the back of your dress, skillfully undoing the zipper about halfway. You felt it snag, and you groaned in irritation, tugging on it harder. 

“Fuck…” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?”

“The zipper is stuck.”

Instead of a verbal response, you heard his stall door open and a knock on yours. Hesitation stopped your brain from unlocking it, but with a sigh, you clicked the lock open and let the door move away from you.

Half of his clothing was gone. It shouldn’t have bothered you since you were so close, but you couldn't help the blush creeping up your cheeks as you studied him. His shoes were gone, and so was everything on his upper half, which gave you a clear view of his chest. Your eyes analyzed him longer than they should have because suddenly you feel his fingers grabbing hold of your chin and pulling your face up to look at his.

His hand was warm and rough, and his fingers caressed only the parts of your jaw they could reach. His mouth was curled into a small smirk, but his eyes held that restless look again.

“Mein schatz, did you need help with your dress or did you just want me to come out so you could stare at me?”

Your face blazed with heat, and you embarrassingly looked down. Slowly, you felt him turn your body around, and his hands found themselves on your bare back. They took hold of the zipper and slightly tugged up, then smoothly slid it down the rest of your back. The sleeves were now clinging onto your shoulders, threatening to fall off and leave you bare in front of him. 

Your skin grew hot as his hands traveled down further, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Your movements stopped him from moving further, and his hand dropped to your sides as you faced him. 

You gazed up at him, finally realizing what it was that made him so agitated. The way his hands glided over your bare arms and the way his eyes darted to your lips was so obvious, yet so intoxicating. Your eyes met his, and with one swift movement, his arms grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his body, and his lips landed on yours.

While your mind chastised you for getting yourself into this position, you couldn’t help the way your body melted into his. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck for support, hands getting tangled in his hair. He kissed you softly, not bothering to rush or use much force. He was being so tender yet so strong. His body pushed slightly into yours and slowly guided you away from the stall.

You gasped when your back hit the counter, not remembering he turned your bodies around and abandoned the stall in back of him. Your mind had been overrun by the euphoric feelings he was giving you, and that realization made you pull away.

“Erik, we can’t-”

Another non-verbal response. He only lifted his finger to your mouth in a shushing motion. Your eyes met, and you finally understood what was causing his restlessness. 

“Let me take care of you.”

A command when said by the right person, but also a silent plea. From him, it was both. His eyes were terrifyingly dark from lust, and his stoic expression wasn’t hiding it. It felt like your lungs were collapsing underneath the look. A whimper left your lips when his fingers pressed into your waist, persistent for an answer.

“Please.”

You looked at him fully, surprised to hear the desperation in his voice. You swore to yourself you could hear your hearts racing. The whole situation was overwhelming, if you were truly being honest with yourself. Just listening to your fast breathing, feeling his hands clutching your sides, having his face so close to yours. You wanted to convince yourself you shouldn’t. There were so many reasons not to give in, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care at that moment. The only sign of reply you gave him was a small nod. He immediately sprang forwards to capture his lips with yours again, sealing your fate.

Erik’s finger tapped against your flesh and he broke away, which told you to lift yourself onto the counter. You did, and his mouth found yours again. Unlike the first time, this kiss was more desperate, more forceful, more restless. Now that you knew why, it made you lean into the kiss even more. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders once again, leaving your hands to tangle in his disheveled hair.

You felt his lips detach from yours and you opened your mouth in protest, but all that came out was a whimper as his mouth sucked at the side of your neck. You pulled him closer, needing to feel his body against yours. He peppered kisses along the side of your neck, only stopping to suck at your collarbone. His muttering of praises and your gasps were the only sounds you were focusing on. 

Slowly, his hands pushed your short sleeves down your arms and his head went lower, leaving a glistening trail of wet kisses down your chest. A particular bite on the side of your breast had your back arching into his body. All of the teasing had made you steadily wetter, and your core screamed for any sort of friction.

"God, you're beautiful."

Another muffled praise. His voice was deeper and you could feel his mouth curling into a smirk against your skin. The feel of his tongue was making you absolutely feral. He reached the center of your left breast, his tongue swirling around the peaked nipple. Your back arched into the feeling and a moan slipped past your lips. His hands dragged your dress down until it bunched at your hips, and when he finally looked up at you, you almost melted.

His lips were glistening with spit, his face was slightly flushed, and that goddamn smirk was still adorning his face. Your eyes lingered for a moment, silently admiring his state, then you grabbed his face and brought it to yours for another hungry kiss. While your hands held his head in place, his hands still had free reign, and one of them slipped under your dress to skim over the area that craved his attention. 

He groaned into your mouth as his fingers slowly glided over your clothed cunt, the feeling sending a shock throughout your body. 

“Have you always been like this for me? Completely soaked and pleading for my attention?”

Once again, Erik’s words were muffled as his mouth attacked your collarbone again, but you nodded in response. You felt his hand slowly push your underwear to the side, exposing your core to the cold bathroom air. His thumb rubbed the center in small circles, and that was all your mind could focus on. 

You let out a small whimper as his finger left your clit and his mouth left your skin. Instead, he looked down at his fingers dripping in your arousal, then back at you. 

“Open.”

You obliged quickly, opening your mouth wide as he slipped his fingers in. Your tongue happily sucked at the essence, another groan leaving his mouth as he felt you lick his fingers clean. 

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he asked, his pupils so dilated you could barely see the green of his eyes. You smirked at him, giving him a look he knew all too well. With that, he removed his fingers from your mouth, kissed you, and slipped those same fingers into your cunt.

His mouth swallowed the loud moan you let out at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out. You had wanted this for so long, wanted him, but you feared he would reject any sort of advancement you made. Now, from this moment, you knew that would never have been the case.

His hand thrusted in and out of your cunt, and the movements made it feel like your veins were set alight. The stretch felt so amazing, so needed, and when he added another finger, you swore you were going to pass out from the ecstasy. His mouth assaulted yours, and your back was flat against the counter with his body towering over yours. Before you knew it, you felt the familiar feeling start to build up in your stomach.

“Please, go faster Erik.”

You thought you would’ve needed to beg more, but he complied almost immediately, his fingers speeding up and curling against your g-spot. Your moans and whimpers got louder, and your body couldn’t stay still. You thought you felt his arm press down on your hips to keep you still, but the only thing you were aware of was the pleasure building up in your abdomen.

Your cunt clenched around his fingers, and his thumb quickly pressed against your clit, pushing you over the edge. White obscure your vision and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on his hand, your body and mind choosing to ignore everything except the pure euphoria. His fingers were slowly coaxing you through your high, and as you came down from it, you felt them leave your cunt. 

Your chest was heaving and a thin layer of sweat coated your skin. Erik’s hands rested at your bare hips, his body still in a relatively normal shape. 

“How long have you been wanting to do this?” Your voice was quiet and raspy, and his eyes rose to meet yours.

“Ever since we left New York, my dear.”

A mix of a scoff and a laugh left your mouth. “Of course you have.”

He smirked, then let go of your hips to offer you a hand. You gratefully took it, relying on his weight to steady you as you slid off the counter. A trickle down your thigh made you look down to see your soaked inner legs, and you let out a groan.

“How the fuck am I supposed to clean this up well enough?” you mumbled. You looked around and spotted your discarded tights still on the floor. You stumbled towards them, letting go of Erik’s hand to pick them up and clean the mess between your legs. When you looked up to throw them away, he gave you a look.

“My skin will be sensitive for a bit, who cares? At least it won’t stick to my suit.”

He just rolled his eyes and gestured to the ruined tights. “You’re going to regret it later.”

All you did was smile at him as you walked back into your stall, lock the door, and lift your suit up. You sighed slightly, eyes roaming over the yellow and black design. You stepped into it and put it on easily, zipping it up and walking out of the stall to see him in the same thing. You scowled, hating the way you only acknowledged how good he looked. 

Clearly noticing the look you gave him, he dropped the duffle bag, pocketed something, and walked over to stand in front of you. 

“Don’t tell me you’re admiring me again, my dear.”

You looked up at him and smirked. “How could I not?”

Instead of returning the gesture, he leaned down and placed a chaste kiss to your mouth. Soft, quick, and one to leave a light touch on your mouth for the rest of the night.

“While I appreciate the kiss, Lehnsherr, I’m going to murder you if this ruined our mission.”

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Welcome to the Show!

Hey there! You can call me Ophelia! Not my real name, however it’s a name that I think is extremely pretty and don’t mind going by! This blog is for writing ‘x reader’ requests! I don’t normally write x reader, however I’m willing to learn and think that it could be something fun for me to do in my free time.

If there's a character you want to see and you don't see them in any of the lists, feel free to ask if it's at all possible for me to write that character, but also make sure that you have a character from the list just in case I am not able to!

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

|| X-Men

- Remy LeBeau / Gambit

- Rogue

- Logan Howlett / Wolverine

- Jean Grey / The Phoenix

- Scott Summers / Cyclops

- Ororo Munroe / Storm

- Jubilation Lee / Jubilee

- Erik Lensherr / Magneto (I go with the Movie version for name typically, please add in your request if you prefer his other name(s) from the comics, as I’m not familiar with the comics yet!)

- Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver (reason as above)

|| Avengers

- Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

- Steve Rogers / Captain America

- Tony Stark / Iron man

- Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

- Peter Parker / Spiderman

- Bruce Banner / Hulk

- Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU version)

- Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

- Thor

- Loki

|| Percy Jackson

- Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Leo Valdez

- Hazel Levesque

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Piper McLean

- Nico DI Angelo (if male/masc reader)

- Will Solace

|| My Hero Academia

- Midoriya Izuku

- Bakugou Katsuki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Uraraka Ochako

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Yaoyorozu Momo

- Kaminari Denki

- Ashido Mina

- Kirishima Eijirou

- Jiro Kyoka

- Asui Tsuyu

- Tokoyami Fumikage

- Shoji Mezo

- Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead

- Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

- Kayama Nemuri / Midnight

- Todoroki Touya / Dabi

- Tomura Shigaraki

- Toga Himiko

- Togata Mirio

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Hado Nejire

- Sero Hanta

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- Female, Male, Enby, or Fluid Reader?

- if you would like neo pronouns of any kind, please know that it’s not something i’m familiar with, however I’m willing to learn and am willing to adjust accordingly!

- Important information about reader character (hair color, any piercings, tattoos, height, personality, typical clothing, ect… Please know everything you want about your character, I am unable to communicate with you to clarify or ask anything! Anything left unanswered will be left for me to decide!)

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Style of Reader Fic - First Person

I shook my head slightly, watching Remy make a fool of himself trying to impress Rogue again. Logan was trying to encourage him, a glint of feral satisfaction as Morph and Jubilee talked with Storm and Jean. I never quite understood his fascination with the southern woman, though I could admit that she was pretty.

A startled laugh escaped my chest as I watched Bakugou realize that Midoriya had beaten him today, the race to the dorms now over. Kirishima was trying not to laugh, though Denki and Mina were giggling quietly. I rolled my eyes as anger eventually overtook the blond’s face. I had homework to do before meeting with Shinso to train with the capture weapon again.

I groaned softly, turning over and feeling my breath catch in my throat, Natasha was curled up on the other hotel bed just across the room, with an arm under her head. In her arms was the stuffed animal I had gifted her the day before.

There was a sense of dread filling my head as I tried to spot any of my questmates. Percy was missing, again, and worry filled my being as I spotted Nico disappear into the shadows, looking much paler than he had that morning. A startled scream escaped me as something crashed into my side, a glance and I was relieved to see that it was just Mrs. O’Leary.

Style of Reader Fic - Second Person

You were surprised to find that Jean had waited for you instead of heading off with the other girls. Training had been strenuous today, and your back was sore and your hair a tangled mess. A flush appeared when you noticed that she was holding a brush, and was giving you a quiet smile of reassurance.

You sighed as you followed after Tony. The two of you were once again sent out despite the very obvious hate and dislike the two of you held for each other. He was listening to AC/DC on headphones and ignoring your general existence, which was fine by you. By all means he could ignore you.

You were giggling hysterically as you followed after Toga, music running through your head as you tried to decide on what ‘radio station’ you wanted to listen to for the night. You were smiling as Toga glanced back at you, excitement in her eyes. Ahead of her, just barely so, Dabi was ignoring the both of you.

You couldn’t find Annabeth, which would normally be worrisome, however you also knew that she had probably holed herself up in the Athena cabin to study for the exam she would have to take to go to New Rome. You were proud of your girlfriend, just like you knew your boyfriend was. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Percy wouldn’t be joining Annabeth for the first year of collage, instead, he was staying at camp with you to help train the flood of younger campers that had made their way to camp.

[collectionofcherries]

Synopsis: The reader's period is kicking their ass, they seek to find someone to help them out and Erik might just be that person.

Pronouns: Unmentioned however multiple mentions of having a uterus and having a period.

Warnings: Mention of period, period pains, little bit of fluff, me thinking I'm funny. Brief mention of alcohol, very small mention of Space Cookies which if you don't know is 60-80's slang for edibles. Also Space cookies is the cutest fuckin' name.

Also this doesn't line up with the canon timeline, Erik's in the school mansion. But honestly X-Mens timeline doesn't line up with its own timeline so deal with it.

Word Count: 2,140

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Why couldn't your mutation be to not have periods? You'd give up what you had if you could even just control the cramps. But here you were, miserable, tired, and in too much pain. Mutants were supposed to be advanced, the next step in evolution and if this is what evolution had in store for you evolution could go fuck itself. Someone had to be able to fix this, for Gods sake there are mutants here with telepathy, mind-reading abilities, everything under the sun someone had to be able to ease this pain.

So on a mission you made your way out of your room much to your uterus's anger, it shot painful cramps at you telling you to get back into bed but to Hell with that. "Hank." You mutter to yourself.

Surely, Hank would have some kind of medicine for you or could whip up something. You head over to the stairs and decide no, no that is not the kind of torture you're willing to sign up for. Charles elevator it is, you're not one of his students and he can't give you detention for using it. You may not be a student but riding down in his elevator does give you childlike glee though it seems your period notices your split moment of joy and strikes it down with a gut wrenching cramp. Right, Hank, gotta find Hank. You walk down to his work room, giving small waves to the students who pass you in the halls, a tight polite smile aimed at them since it really isn't their fault you're in a fowl mood. "Hey, Y/N...you alright?" Bobby asked.

You nod and wave him off as you continued to walk. "Bobby wait." You realize, an idea striking you. "I need you." You let him know.

A look of confusion passes his features. "Uh-okay, is it quick? I need to get to class." He asked.

"I'll write you a note." You brush off.

"You can write me excuse notes?" He checks.

"I can do whatever I want." You say.

Earning a laugh from him. "Cool, what's up?" He asks.

"Can you make me cold without killing me?" You checked but at this point death didn't seem like the worst possible scenario.

"Yeah..." Bobby said a little confused as to where this was going.

"Great." You grabbed his hand. "Freeze Hell over." You place his hand to your aching gut.

"What?" Maybe going to math class would be more simple than this he thinks.

"Right, not funny." You sigh. "Make me cold, please." You settle on.

"Is this a test?" He asked confused.

"My will to live is testing me." You sigh.

You can still see the clear confusion but none the less you start to feel cold and sweet relief, you don't care if he's frozen your insides, this is worth it. "Better?" He checked, not exactly sure what he was checking.

"Yes, and I'm gonna bully Charles into giving you an A, thank you." You tell him as you let go of his hand.

It drops to his side and he nods with a small smile "Sick." He settles on with a nod. "Don't tell Rogue." He realizes.

"She'll understand more than you will." You assure him which only leads to more confusion on his end. "Get to class." You tell him.

"Alright, see you around." He shrugs and heads off.

You once again start yourself towards Hank except now you don't need to cling onto yourself in a feeble attempt to keep your uterus from throbbing. You arrive at his office and give a knock as you enter and you're greeted by...nothing? No he's always here. "Hank?" You call around the small room hoping he'd pop up from under a desk but no such luck. "Oh come on." You whine.

Where is he? He's always here, he practically lives in here and the one time you need him he's decided to get a life? Oh, fuck. And as if this didn't suck enough the numbness that was quelling your cramps was starting to fade. Okay, you're Hank, you're big and blue where would you go? To see Raven. You head out of the room as if you've got any idea as to where she would be, maybe Charles would know. So the other side of this God forsaken mansion. Great.

By the time you get there nothing about you is cold and numb only hot and throbbing. You don't bother to knock on the door, he's heard you coming as you've been cursing the entire way here as a warning. You open the door and at least this time you aren't greeted by no one but you're greeted by someone you weren't expecting. "Little early for training, are you alright?" Erik asked from his seat.

Oh, fantastic, fucking great, you look so terrible he thinks you've been training? Oh God! "Why are you here?" You ask.

"Good to see you too." He teases.

What else were you expecting? It's Erik. "Where's Hank?" You ask as your uterus is making it known it wants revenge for being put in the freezer.

"Not a clue. Don't exactly keep tabs." He says arching his brow at your question.

"Where's Raven?" You try.

"Getting married? Looking for something blue?"

If his smile wasn't so charming you'd wipe it off his face. "Where's Charles?" You finally ask.

That should've been your first question, Erik usually knows where Charles is at least. "Out with Moira." He answered with an unimpressed shrug.

"Ugh." You groan in frustration putting your arm back around yourself.

"Are you hurt?" He asks.

You're sure you would've found the concern sweet if it wasn't for the throbbing that was now making itself to your head to give you the start of a splitting headache. "I'm dying." You answer.

From a look over he can see you're not, and while he's gotten used to your flair for the dramatic this is even a bit much for you. "Well, dying in the doorway seems like an inconvenience, come sit." He pitches gesturing to the seat across from the one he's in. Smug asshole. But standing does suck at least sitting you can curl up to put more pressure on your stomach so you go over and sit, putting your feet up on the lip on the chair...at least it's a soft chair. "Care for a game of chess?" He offers.

"I'd rather die" You let him know with a shake of your head.

"I thought you were already dying." He points out.

You glare at him as your rebuttal, if only you knew how much he loves that. He likes you in general but he likes you even more when you're angry, he can't help but flirt with danger especially when it's as good looking as you are. You're too lost in concentrating on trying to keep your pain in check to notice his affectionate gaze but you do notice when he gets up. "If you grab the chess board I'm going to throw it at your head." You let him know.

He doesn't answer, he just walks over to Charles desk, opens the bottom drawer and comes over with a bottle of booze. "If I offer you a glass are you going to throw it?" He asked.

"I might out of spite to Charles, he didn't tell me about his desk booze." You complain.

He chuckles as he grabs two glasses. "He didn't tell me either." He lets you know and it makes you smile a little at his mischief. "I just know him." He says simply as he pours. "Just like I know you." He says looking right at you.

Stupid pretty blue eyes. "You know where my stash is too?" You joke earning a chuckle.

"Not yet." He smiles. "But I know you enough to know something is bothering you." He says sliding a glass over to you.

Oughta call him Sherlock Holmes, wonder what gave you away? Maybe being nearly doubled over in pain? The statement that you were dying? You keep your snide comments to yourself by having a sip, cringing a little at the taste. "Why does expensive booze always taste so bad?" You mutter into your glass.

Erik lets out a small chuckle at the fact even though you're clearly displeased you take another sip. "It's American, you can't expect much." He sums up having a sip himself.

"Snob." You teasingly prod.

"You don't like it either, what does that make you?" He mused.

That's what you get for trying to out snark the snarkiest of snarks. "I tell you I'm dying and you make fun of me?" You accuse

"I asked what was wrong, I got no answer." He points out sharply. It's not exactly something you want to declare, nor are you sure what comment would follow if you did. Probably some kind of snarky remark and you are two snarky remarks away from losing it since incredibly booze isn't exactly helping your headache. Words that would usually make you giggle and swoon you're sure right now would make you swing at him. "Perhaps you've gone mute."

Ah, there's the first snarky remark, you down the rest of your drink to deal with it. As you swallow and your gut squelches in a disgusting way you're striked with an idea. "You control iron." You point out.

"Next you'll tell me my name is Erik." He said taking a sip of own drink.

You go past his remark. "Great, force the iron in my blood somewhere else." You come up with.

His mouth opens but nothing comes out, he's eyebrows are brought together in pure confusion. It's not often that Erik is left with no words. He tries to give himself a moment to process your request by finishing off his drink but at the end of his swallow he's still got nothing. "What?" He finally asks.

"The iron in my blood. For the love of God just like from my gut area, move it somewhere else." You say.

It doesn't matter if it kills you, you just want for this agony to stop. Who need a uterus anyway? It's overrated. You hate it and it can't cramp if there's no blood to let it move. You move your legs to gesture to your hip area to give him a better idea of where you want the blood to leave from and as if your uterus was sentient and sensing its own demise it sends a painful cramp that makes you double over and hug your legs that had just hit the ground. It's quite a weird display for Erik to take in but he does take it in and the dots he needs to connect start to form. "I think you know I can't do that nor would I if I could." He lets you know.

"You suck." You grumble.

You glare at your sock covered feet in anger, stupid body, stupid uterus, stupid Erik. "Shame you feel that way." Erik says getting up. "Especially since I know where Charles space cookie stash is too."

It's almost comical the way your head pops up to look at him, he has to wrestle back his smile. "No." You gasp amused.

Charles has a space stash? That little stoner. "Shame you'll never find out unless you find it yourself." He taunts.

The smile he had been wrestling back finds its way to his face as he sees the look of desperation on yours. "Erik."

It's half desperate plea and half warning...or maybe 3/4 desperate plea and 1/4 warning if you're being honest. His smile broadens if only a little. "Agree to a chess game." Is his ultimatum.

"Fine, done, I'll play chess." You easily settle on. He gives a satisfied nod and heads over to the chess set. "Hey." You complain.

He grabs both sets and opens one to show the cookies. Of course, no one but him and Erik play chess so no one would ever find it in there. He offers you the box and you get yourself sat up properly and happily take it. Finally sweet relief. You take a bite and are rewarded with literal sweet relief, these are good. You look from your newly found stash and over at Erik to see him setting up the other chess set...? He means right now? Of course he means right now. "I'll make it fair, don't pout." He chastises as he grabs a cookie and pops it into his mouth.

He sets it up so you're the white pieces which means you go first. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath.

"Kinky, that'd be quite the first move to make." Erik says and he can't help but to delight at the blush that colours your face.

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Requests (Open)

Hey hello hi

So my requests are open for now and I wanted to make an organised chart thingy idk what to call it anyways

Fandoms I write for :

Shadow and bone

General Kirigan (I almost only write him but I’m open to ALL of the characters)

All of the crows -id even write platonically

Alina starkov

Mal oretzev

Hannibal

Will Graham

Hannibal lecter

Alana bloom

Bledelia

Beverly Katz

Freddie lounds

Marvel

Loki

President Loki

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena bellova

Vision

Tony stark (platonically)

Thor

Carol Danvers

Steve Rogers

Eternals

Ikaris

Thena

Druig

Makkari

Sersie

Dane whiteman

Kingo

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim moriarty

Xmen

Charles Xavier

Erik lensherr

Logan howlett

Jean grey

Hank Mccoy

Peitro maximoff

Raven

Game of thrones

Robb stark

Jon snow

Margery tyrell

Sansa stark

Jaime Lannister

Danerys targareyn

Tyrion Lannister

Theon Greyjoy

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily prentiss

Penelope Gracia

Jennifer Jareau

TVD/TO

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah mikaelson

Rebekah mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Steffan Salvatore

Enzo

Bonnie Bennett

Alaric

Kai parker

House of the dragon

Ser criston cole

Alicent Hightower

Rahaenyra Targeryn

Daemon targeryn

Sandman

Morpheus

Corinthian

Lucifer

Batman 2022

battinson

Moon knight

Steven

Marc

Harrow

Layla

Prompts

What I won’t write:

Rape/non con

Incest

Pedophilia

Homophobic and racist in any way

Dark smut

Sexual assault

Weird kinks

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Assistance (Erik Lehnsherr X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Xmen

Warnings: mention of shooting and mild reference to Nazi Germany

Request: Saving old Magnetos (Ian McKellens) ass and he is astonished wgen the reader reveales that they are no mutant and german. So when he witnesses that the reader is shunned in society for standing up for mutants he takes them into his brotherhood. :)

Erik was feeling lost and confused. He felt weak and vulnerable, something he despised. He was sat in a hospital bed, seemingly alone. In the minutes of being awake, he realised several things. One, the last thing he remembered was facing off with the typical group of Mutant-hating humans, hearing a car approaching before a gun went off. Second being that someone was talking on the other side of the door, presumably with a member of staff.

“You know who he is, don’t you? He’s Erik Lehnsherr, Magneto.” One voice said.

“I know, and I don’t care. And neither should you. You’re supposed to be focusing on making him better.” A second voice responded, and he immediately heard the strong German accent. Suspicion was now added to the mix before the door opened, and he was greeted by the face of a stranger. Behind was the nurse, who looked frightened at his conscious and rushed off, while you stepped in, sending a comforting smile. “Welcome back Mr Lehnsherr, how are you feeling?” You asked, your accent not helping in calming him in all honesty. Even after all these years he associated that language to the people who killed his childhood.

“What does it matter to you?” He asked rather coldly. You sat on the edge of his bed, not breaking eye contact. You were… calm. At least on the surface. He could see the light healing bruise on the top of your head and several small almost invisible scars littered your face in a way that was only evident so close and in the bright lights.

“I’m Y/N, I’m the one who got you here after you were shot. I was aiming to get there before hand, but unfortunately I didn’t get there just quick enough… Do you feel well enough to move around, at least to get into a wheelchair?” You asked, glancing to the corner of the room, landing eyes on said chair.

“…Yes.” He answered finally. Now he was curious. You were plotting something- he could sense it. You stood up, getting the wheelchair to the side of his bed, and passing him a large jumper over one of the chairs.

“We need to get you out of here before that nurse gets back with the police. I’ve managed to talk to the Brotherhood through some friends of mine, I can drive you to the meeting point.” You explained, helping him get in the chair, before laying a blanket on his lap. “Just keep your head down.”

He did mostly as told as you wheeled him through the hospital, whistling, even talking to him in German in a sweeter voice when passing people, clearly pretending to be a relative looking after a sickly family member. You got him out the hospital and to your car, where you helped him in before starting to drive.

“Why are you helping me?” Erik finally asked. The Hospital was long gone, and there was no noise, not even the radio was one. “What do you have to gain from it?” He asked. Were you a mutant? It would make sense since humans tended to hate him.

“Nothing, really. I do it because… well, I care.” You answered. Erik looked over at you, and you caught his eyes, and you knew he wanted more than that for an answer. “I started doing this back in high school. A friend of mine’s mutation kicked in and I helped them get the money to skip town so they wouldn’t be hunted down. After that, I found a way to make it a sort of job. Not much gain in the actual pay most of the time, but it’s worth it. I escort mutants to where they need to go so they’re not attacked. People are less likely to shoot when someone who isn’t a mutant is using themselves as a shield.” You shrugged.

Erik’s mind seemed to struggle to fathom what you had told him. You weren’t a mutant. You were a normal human being, but every day you risked your life just to help mutants. You helped mutants. You helped him. You knew he had a bad reputation but didn’t hesitate to continue to defend, protect and help him

“What does your family think of all this?” He asked. You chuckled almost bitterly.

“Family? I lost that when I helped my friend. All my friends are mutants who I’ve saved in the past.” You explained with a bittersweet smile that showed some scars. He knew every scar and the bruise on your head was more than likely from helping.

“Those… people who shot me, what did they do to you?” He asked.

“Called me a traitorous bastard, spat at me and threatened to shoot me, but I shot first.” You responded, focusing on the road as you started to slow down. Erik focused forward, seeing a handful of his group standing and waiting. You jumped out the car, grabbing the wheelchair and helping Erik out. “You guys got everything you need? You’ll need to book it out of state for at least two months.” You told them. Erik could tell his group was hesitant to talk to you, so Erik responded.

“I’ll think we’ll be alright. Now before we go, I’d like to offer something to you for your bravery and assistance to not only the Brotherhood but to all mutants.” Erik explained, and you came around so he could see you. “Since you help us so much, I want to offer you the protection of the brotherhood, and more importantly… a family. A safe place.” Erik offered. He saw the surprise in your face, before joy over took your face.

“I like the sound of that… thank you Erik.” You thanked him, sharing a small and historical moment. The moment that Erik accepted a non-mutant into the Brotherhood.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

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Word count: 3825

I woke up on the floor, my head pounding with every heartbeat. Squinting against the blaring sunlight filtering through the window, I groaned, the events of last night slowly trickling back into my memory—drinking, dancing, and, of course, the endless gossiping. I winced as I tried to sit up, my back aching from having spent the night on the hard floor.

As I surveyed the room, I couldn't help but laugh under my breath at the sight before me. Pizza boxes were strewn across the floor, along with empty cups and shot glasses cluttering the TV stand. Raven lay sprawled on the floor next to the sofa, looking like she had rolled off it at some point during the night. Storm was curled up on the bed, still sound asleep, and Jean was huddled on the bed bench, wrapped up like a human burrito in one of the blankets.

I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain in my skull. "Definitely not doing shots again anytime soon," I muttered to myself.

Groaning, I carefully stood up, stretching my sore muscles as I tiptoed through the wreckage of our impromptu girls' night. Memories of the night came back in flashes—Raven teasing me about Erik, Storm laughing so hard she nearly fell off the bed, Jean pulling out another round of shots. I smiled, despite the headache. It had been fun, but now I was paying for it.

Stepping over Raven, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was pretty early, and I wondered if anyone else was feeling as rough as I was. I looked at the mess surrounding us and sighed. "This is gonna be fun to clean up," I mumbled, rubbing my neck, which was still sore from sleeping in such an awkward position.

I was just about to start tidying up when Raven stirred beside me. She let out a groan, rolling onto her back with a squint. "Ugh... why is the sun so loud?"

I snorted, shaking my head. "You mean bright?"

She waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever. It's too much." She squinted up at me, her eyes bleary. "How are you even standing right now?"

"Pure willpower," I replied with a weak smile. "And a desperate need for water."

Storm shifted on the bed, muttering something under her breath before covering her face with a pillow. Jean, meanwhile, remained blissfully unconscious on the bench.

Raven pushed herself up, groaning dramatically. "Never letting Jean talk me into that many shots again."

"You said shots didn't affect you much," I teased.

Raven narrowed her eyes at me, but her playful smirk betrayed her. "Next time, you're the one doing the shots, Miss I lived with nuns."

I laughed, my headache easing slightly with the banter. "Yeah, well, let's try to survive this hangover first."

"Deal," she muttered, flopping back down onto the floor with a groan.

I looked around the room again, taking in the mess we'd created. Despite the headache and the sore muscles, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the night we'd shared. It was chaotic and a little reckless, but it reminded me that, for all the tension and drama that had come with being here, I had found people who genuinely cared about me. People I could call friends.

Even if we were all a little too hungover to admit it right now.

I started cleaning up a bit, picking up the empty pizza boxes and stacking them near the door. The mess didn't seem quite as overwhelming once I got going, though my head still throbbed with every step. Raven, still lying on the floor, lazily watched me as I worked, before eventually groaning and pushing herself up to help.

"You're a saint," she muttered, grabbing the cups and shot glasses. "I can't even look at food right now without wanting to die."

I chuckled. "I'm not feeling much better, but this room's a disaster. At least if we clean up a little, it'll hurt less to look at."

After gathering most of the trash, we left Storm and Jean sleeping and quietly made our way to the kitchen, both of us moving a little slower than usual. As soon as we walked in, I headed straight for the fridge, desperate for some water.

Raven slumped against the counter, watching me as I filled two glasses. "I swear, Jean could put a professional drinker to shame," she muttered, rubbing her temples.

I handed her a glass, giving her a sympathetic smile. "Yeah, remind me never to take her up on that shot challenge again."

Raven took a long sip of water, sighing in relief. "No kidding. So... how's your head?"

"Like someone's using a jackhammer in my brain," I replied, leaning against the counter. "But other than that, I'm great."

Raven gave a tired chuckle, taking another drink of water. "We really know how to party, huh?"

I smiled, despite my headache. "Yeah, we do."

We stood there in silence for a moment, the cool water doing its best to revive us. It was nice, the quiet of the early morning, just the two of us sipping water and recovering from the chaos of the night before. Even though my head was still pounding, I felt a sense of peace—a rare moment of calm before the day really began.

Raven glanced over at me, her eyes still a little bleary from the hangover. "So," she began, her tone light but teasing. "Last night was... interesting."

I gave her a look, already knowing where this was going. "Raven, please, don't."

She raised her hands in mock surrender, grinning. "Hey, I'm just saying. You were pretty quiet when we brought up a certain someone."

I groaned, feeling the headache intensify slightly. "I thought we agreed not to talk about that."

Raven laughed softly, taking another sip of her water. "Alright, alright."

I couldn't help but smile, even though my face heated slightly at the memory of last night's conversation. "Let's just talk about this later, okay?" 

"Fine," Raven said, clinking her glass against mine. "Here's to surviving the aftermath."

We both took another drink, the cool water slowly bringing us back to life as we leaned against the counter, letting the morning unfold around us.

I parted ways with Raven, heading back to my room for a much-needed shower. My muscles ached slightly from the night spent on the floor, and my head still throbbed from the aftermath of last night's drinking. All I wanted was to feel refreshed.

The moment the hot water hit my skin, I sighed in relief. It was like the warmth washed away the lingering heaviness from the hangover, and for the first time that morning, I started to feel human again. I closed my eyes, letting the water cascade over me, melting the tension in my body. 

Once I stepped out of the shower, I felt instantly better. I grabbed a towel, wiped down the steamed-up mirror, and noticed the faint outlines of my bruises on my neck. They were fading—slowly but surely. I pressed my fingers against the lighter marks for a moment, acknowledging them before shrugging it off. 

With my hair still slightly damp, I slipped into something comfortable—black leggings and a loose gray sweater. I wasn't in the mood for anything fancy, especially after the chaos of last night. I put some money in my bra because I haven't bought a wallet yet.

I glanced at the clock—it was only 7 in the morning. My stomach still felt unsettled from last night's drinking, so eating was out of the question. Instead, I decided to go for a walk around the campus. The cool morning air would probably help clear my head.

Stepping outside, I was greeted by the soft, golden light of the early morning sun. The air was crisp, refreshing even. I took a deep breath, letting the clean, cool air fill my lungs as I started walking. My footsteps were quiet on the stone paths that wound through the campus, which was still in a peaceful lull. Most people were probably still asleep or just starting their day.

There was something calming about the stillness, a welcome contrast to the whirlwind of the past few days. I walked without a destination, letting my feet guide me past the training grounds and through the gardens, which had quickly become my favorite place on campus. The flowers were vibrant and full of life, the scent of lavender filling the air. It was a place I found myself retreating to when I needed a moment of quiet.

Eventually, I found a bench nestled between the lavender bushes and decided to sit for a while. The scent of the lavender mixed with the fresh morning air, calming me. I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment and just letting myself breathe, enjoying the serenity that surrounded me.

I stayed there for a moment, just watching the birds dart between trees and the bees hovering over the flowers, absorbing the pollen. The peacefulness of the garden always had a way of calming me, centering my thoughts. But then, a sound from behind me broke through the stillness. I quickly turned, half-expecting to see one of the students or perhaps Raven.

To my surprise, it was Logan.

I smiled, genuinely happy to see him. "Hey, Logan."

He gave a small nod of acknowledgment. "Mornin'."

We fell into easy conversation, catching up about how he was settling in at the mansion. "So, how are you fitting in?" I asked, curious about how he was adjusting.

Logan shrugged in his usual nonchalant way. "It's... different. But not too bad, I guess. People mostly keep to themselves, which suits me just fine."

I smiled at that, finding his quiet, reserved nature refreshing compared to the whirlwind of personalities in the mansion. We chatted a bit more, the conversation light and easy, until my stomach gave a slight growl, reminding me that I hadn't eaten yet.

Logan noticed, raising an eyebrow. "Hungry?"

I laughed softly, nodding. "Yeah, I haven't had breakfast yet. I think I'm just about to head back for some."

Logan gave me a sideways glance, something mischievous flashing in his eyes. "How about we don't eat here?"

I tilted my head, curious. "What do you mean? Where else are we supposed to eat?"

He crossed his arms, a slight grin pulling at his lips. "I'm talkin' about somewhere else. Like a diner."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by the suggestion. "A diner? How do you propose we get there?"

Logan's grin widened, and he gestured with his thumb over his shoulder. "When I was walkin' around the mansion, I found a garage full of cars... and a motorcycle."

I blinked. "A motorcycle?"

Logan nodded. "Yeah. Figured we could take it for a spin."

For a second, I hesitated. "I don't know, Logan. I should probably tell Charles or one of the others before we just leave the mansion."

Logan rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by the idea of asking for permission. "Come on. We're adults. We can go out for breakfast if we want. Who's gonna stop us?"

I thought about it for a moment, my mind going back and forth. He had a point. It wasn't like we were sneaking out in the middle of a mission—we were just getting breakfast.

"Okay, fine," I relented, though I added with a small grin, "But let's not take too long. I don't want them thinking we disappeared."

Logan smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "Fine by me."

We made our way to the garage, and sure enough, just as Logan had said, there was a motorcycle parked among a collection of sleek cars. It was black, shiny, and looked well-maintained. Logan walked right over to it and picked up a set of keys hanging nearby. I noticed the keyring had a small tag attached to it.

"Scott," I read aloud, realizing who the motorcycle belonged to. I shot Logan a look. "Wait—shouldn't we ask Scott for permission first?"

Logan shrugged, clearly unfazed. "Why? He won't even know it's gone."

I bit my lip, feeling a little unsure. "I don't know, Logan... stealing someone's motorcycle doesn't exactly scream 'let's keep a low profile.'"

Logan smirked, swinging his leg over the bike and turning the key. The engine roared to life, making me jump slightly. "It's not stealin' if we bring it back. Besides, we'll be back before they even realize we're gone."

I sighed, still feeling a little hesitant, but at the same time, the idea of escaping the mansion for a bit was tempting. "Alright," I said, giving in. "But if Scott gets mad, I'm blaming you."

Logan just chuckled. "Deal. Now hop on."

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, wrapping my arms around Logan's waist. The engine vibrated beneath us, and before I could second-guess my decision, Logan revved the throttle and we sped out of the garage, the wind whipping through my hair as we raced down the driveway.

Maybe this was a little reckless, but I had a feeling it was going to be fun.

We drove into town and we pulled up to a small diner, the kind of place that looked like it hadn't changed in decades. The smell of frying bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted out as we walked in. The place was quiet, with only a few patrons scattered around, each lost in their own worlds of pancakes and scrambled eggs.

Logan and I grabbed a booth near the window, the sun shining through the glass and warming the cracked vinyl seats. As we settled in, a waitress with a notepad and tired eyes came over, pen poised and ready.

"What'll it be?" she asked, barely glancing up.

Logan ordered a black coffee and a double stack of pancakes with a side of bacon. I went with scrambled eggs and toast, keeping it simple. The waitress jotted everything down, gave a small nod, and shuffled off toward the kitchen.

For a few moments, we sat in comfortable silence, listening to the low hum of the diner. The clatter of dishes and the sizzle of the grill in the back created a peaceful background noise that filled the space between us.

"So," Logan said after a minute, breaking the silence. "You always this reckless? Riding off with guys you barely know?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, definitely not. But... I figured I could make an exception."

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Lucky me."

We fell into small talk as we waited for our food, the conversation light and easy. Logan asked a bit more about my time at the mansion, and I asked him about what he remembered from before the experiments. He was vague, his answers clipped, but I didn't press him. I knew better than to dig into something that clearly caused him pain.

Eventually, the waitress came back with our plates, setting them down with a nod before wandering off to the next table.

Logan and I ate in silence for a bit, the clinking of forks against plates the only sound between us. I couldn't help but notice how hungry he was—he practically inhaled his food. I guess it made sense, considering how big he was. 

But as I chewed my toast, a thought occurred to me, and I paused, glancing over at Logan. "Wait a second... how are you planning to pay for this?"

Logan froze mid-bite, his eyes flicking up to meet mine, confusion crossing his face. Clearly, he hadn't thought that far ahead. Considering everything he was wearing belonged to the mansion, and the fact that he'd been kept captive for who knows how long, it probably hadn't occurred to him that eating out required money.

I couldn't help it—I burst out laughing. "Logan, you need money to eat out."

He looked at me like he'd just remembered a crucial detail of modern life. "Shit," he muttered, setting his fork down. "I didn't think about that."

I waved him off, still chuckling as I reached into my bra, pulling out a couple of bills I always kept stashed for emergencies. "Don't worry about it. It's on me."

Logan's eyebrows shot up. "You keep money in your bra?"

I grinned, handing the money over. "You never know when you'll need it."

He shook his head, clearly amused but also a little embarrassed. "I'll pay you back."

I shrugged, still smiling. "Don't worry about it. Just promise you'll let me know next time you plan on 'borrowing' Scott's motorcycle."

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah. You got it." He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms as he watched me for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face.

Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "So, what's the deal between you and Erik?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean?"

Logan shrugged, still watching me closely. "I dunno. He just seems to have this... vibe towards you. Like he's always pissed off around you. Is he your ex or something?"

I nearly choked on my drink, coughing a little as I set the glass down. "Erik? My ex?" I shook my head, trying to wrap my mind around the idea. "No, definitely not. We barely get along as it is."

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Could've fooled me. He's always got that look whenever you're around. Thought maybe there was some history there."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Trust me, there's no history. I don't even know why he's so... hostile. He just doesn't like me. Every time I try to talk to him, he either ignores me or throws some sarcastic comment my way. It's exhausting."

Logan leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "So, you really don't know why?"

"Nope." I shook my head, still feeling frustrated by the whole situation. "I've asked myself that a thousand times. The others keep saying he'll warm up eventually, but honestly? It doesn't feel like it."

Logan grunted, leaning back again. "Some people are just assholes for no reason."

I snorted, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Yeah, I'm starting to think you might be right about that."

There was a moment of silence between us, and I could feel Logan still watching me, like he was sizing up the whole situation.

Finally, he nodded, like he'd made up his mind. "Well, whatever it is, don't let him get under your skin. Not worth it."

I gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks. Easier said than done, though."

Logan smirked, his usual tough exterior softening just a bit. "You'll figure it out. Just like you did the other night at dinner."

With that, the conversation shifted back to lighter topics, but Logan's question about Erik lingered in the back of my mind. What was his deal?

We finished our meal, and as I pulled the cash from my bra and paid, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious about heading back to the mansion. The idea of sneaking out felt fun in the moment, but now I was hoping that nobody had noticed we were gone.

Logan and I rode back to the mansion, the hum of the motorcycle underneath us. The wind on my face was refreshing, and despite my worries, I found myself smiling. It had been a nice break from everything. But as we pulled back into the garage, that brief moment of peace shattered.

Standing in the garage, waiting for us, were Scott and Erik. They were both leaning against a car, arms crossed, with expressions that made my stomach drop.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, glancing at Logan.

Logan parked the motorcycle and hopped off, completely unbothered by the sight of them. Meanwhile, I slowly climbed off, my heart racing. Scott's eyes immediately went to his bike, and Erik, well, Erik was glaring at me with that usual mixture of irritation and something I couldn't quite place.

Scott stepped forward, eyeing Logan. "That's my bike, you know."

Logan shrugged, completely nonchalant. "Figured it was. Rides nice."

Scott didn't seem amused, though. His gaze shifted to me, and there was more curiosity than anger. "Didn't think you two were the type to sneak out," he said, though his tone wasn't harsh.

"We just grabbed some breakfast," I explained quickly, trying to sound casual. "Didn't think anyone would mind."

Erik, however, wasn't so easily brushed off. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on me with that sharp, familiar look. "Sneaking out without telling anyone. Interesting choice. You do realize you're supposed to be part of a team, right? Or do you just do whatever you want?"

His words hit harder than I expected, making my face flush. I felt Logan tense slightly beside me, ready to step in, but I wasn't about to let Erik get to me again.

"I didn't realize grabbing food was such a crime," I shot back, trying to keep my voice steady. "We were gone for what, an hour? No one needed to worry."

Erik's eyes narrowed, and for a second, it looked like he was going to fire back with something cutting, but Scott stepped in, placing a hand on Erik's shoulder. "Relax, man. It's not a big deal."

But Erik wasn't letting it go. "Next time, at least let someone know where you're going. We can't afford mistakes, especially not from someone who's still figuring things out."

The accusation stung, and I felt a flare of anger rise in me. "I don't need a lecture from you, Erik. I'm not a kid, and I can take care of myself."

Logan took a step forward, his expression hardening as he looked at Erik. "What the fuck is your deal, pal?"

Erik didn't hesitate, his eyes sharp as they flicked between us. "My deal?" He gestured to the motorcycle we'd just parked. "You two didn't ask permission to leave. Did you think no one would notice?"

Logan crossed his arms, unbothered by Erik's accusation. "We don't need permission. We're adults. And last time I checked, this wasn't a prison."

Erik's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping coldly. "We don't need a caged animal running loose." His words were biting, directed squarely at Logan. "Especially one that can't control himself."

Logan's jaw tightened, but before he could respond, I stepped in. "That's enough, Erik," I said firmly, feeling the heat rising in my chest. "We didn't do anything wrong. We just went for breakfast."

Erik's gaze didn't leave Logan. "Next time, think before you act, Flora. There are rules for a reason. You're not out there on your own anymore."

I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I forced myself to take a breath, unwilling to give Erik the satisfaction of getting under my skin again.

With that, I glanced at Scott, my voice apologetic but firm. "Sorry for taking your motorcycle, Scott."

Scott raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything, just gave me a small nod.

Before Logan could say anything else that would escalate the situation, I grabbed his arm and tugged him away from Erik, practically dragging him across the garage. Logan gave a low chuckle, but thankfully, he didn't resist.

As we walked away, I could still feel Erik's piercing gaze burning into my back, but I didn't look back. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

Once we were out of earshot, Logan shook his head, still amused. "That guy's got a real stick up his ass, doesn't he?"

I sighed, releasing Logan's arm as we reached the hallway. "You have no idea."

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Chapter eight coming soon

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Prompt List!

What's a prompt list? Well, it's a list of dialogue or idea prompts for different characters.

•In my prompt list you can choose any prompt you like for a character then send me a request for it, This is to help me get more stories out there for you guys and help motivate me to get them out quicker!

•All Prompts can be used multiple times, I won't be crossing them out but will be linking any posts I make with the prompt.

•You can also include what genre you'd like, Romance, Angst, Fluff, etc. (excluding smut)

(I will be frequently updating the list so don't worry about how short it is right now)

•If you have any prompts or suggestions let me know!

•Masterlist

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•The General section is for any character (ones I write for) of your choosing. You can use these for multiple characters.

•General

•1: "Call me that one more time, see what happens."

×

•2: "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

•3: "I never thought you'd be the one to break my heart."

•4: "I wish I never met you"

•5: "In Truth you like the pain, You like it because you believe you deserve it."

•6: "Say it. Say you'll marry me and I'll do it, I'll get the paperwork and a judge. We'll be married by morning."

"What are you even saying?"

"I'm proving to you that there is no one else in this entire world I want more than you. You're everything I've ever wanted and if you say you want to marry me right now then let's get married. I love you."

"You better start making some phone calls then baby, because I love you too."

•7 "What else are you going to steal from me?"

"What? I haven't stolen-"

"First you steal my Hoodies then you steal my heart, what's next. My last name?"

•Charles

•1: "Don't patronize me for something you were too scared to do!"

•Erik

•1: "I didn't say 'I love you' to hear it back, I said it to make sure you knew."

•2: "Did we mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?"

•3: "Don't patronize me for something you were too scared to do!"

•Frank

•1: "I'll protect you, They're never going to touch you again."

•2: "Don't mess with that, You'll hurt yourself."

•3: "I'm not the good guy here."

•4: "You're not a bad guy."

•5: "I'm tellin' ya sweetheart, you don't want me. The blood on my hands..It don't wash off."

×

•6: "Your bullshit has a body count"

•Matt

•1: "I screwed up, Alright.? But I never lied to you. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different."

•Eddie

•1: "I screwed up, Alright.? But I never lied to you. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different."

•Bruce

•1: "I screwed up, Alright.? But I never lied to you. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different."

•2: "If you want something, I'll buy it for you. It doesn't matter what it is as long as you are happy with it."

"But what if it's super expensive??"

"Honey, do you think money is really an issue for me?"

"Oh... well I guess not."

•Thranduil

•1: "I'm very certain that the human body isn't supposed to bleed this much..."

•Legolas

(Coming soon)

•Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

•1: "I came back for you, I promised I would and I did."

•Jake "Hangman" Seresin

•1: "Your bullshit has a body count."

•Conner

•1: "Your stitches ripped"

•2: "I broke my rules for you"

•Steven Grant

(Coming soon)

•Marc Spector

•1: "You have no idea how to make toast?"

•2: "Hey! Would you stop stealing my damn fries!"

•Jake Lockley

•1: "You're losing my interest, that's very dangerous."

•Arthur

•1:"Do you realize what time it is?"

•2: "I came back for you, I promised I would and I did."

•Merlin

•1: "I love you too much to leave you like this.."

•2: "I think someone needs a nap."

•3: "This is why I fell in love with you"

•Gwaine

(Coming soon)

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Others

•Poe Dameron

•Damon Salvatore

•JJ Maybank(OBX)

•Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

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I'm also starting a taglist, so let me know if you want to me tagged for any of the characters I write for.

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Requests! *Open 48 Hours*

To celebrate reaching 600+ followers, I am open for requests for 48 hours! *Requests close Wednesday, December 2nd, 4:30pm PST (12:30am GMT)*

Rules

Send to my ask box! Please keep in mind that these requests are meant to be one-shot drabbles.

No smut. No pregnancy fics or A/B/O fics. No crossover fics. No actor x reader. Other AUs acceptable.

Identify the gender of the reader if you want something other than female.

Because I try to remain as true to character as possible, I reserve the right to reject or tweak requests to keep the characters in character.

Below are character lists divided by actors and fandoms.

By Actor

Henry Cavill: Napoleon Solo, August Walker, Captain Syverson, Geralt of Rivia, Sherlock Holmes

Ewan McGregor: Roman Sionis, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Camerlengo Patrick McKenna

Christian Bale: Bruce Wayne, John Preston, Patrick Bateman, Alfred Borden

Tom Hardy: Eames, Eddie Brock, Alfie Solomons, James Keziah Delaney, Bob (The Drop), Forrest Bondurant, Tuck, Tommy Conlon

By Fandom

DCEU: Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz (BoP), Dr. Crane/Scarecrow (Nolan’s Batman trilogy), Ra’s al Ghul (Batman Begins/Gotham), Arthur Curry, Dr. Shivana

MCU: Loki, Clint Barton, Ulysses Klaue, Doctor Strange, Quentin Beck, Thor

X-Men: Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr, Logan/Wolverine, Remy Lebeau/Gambit

Star Wars: Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Kylo Ren, DJ

Misc: Illya Kuryakin, Lestat, Herbert West

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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!

| Day Five | | Kinktober Masterlist | | Day Seven |

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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Fic/Request status

Writing this out was...wow. Anyway. Here’s where we stand. I have plans. And secret things I am working on but I can’t post until this all gets done. I’m also pushing to get The Light in my darkness and Strange Fates finished ASAP. Just cuz. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you. 

Pending Fics/Requests

Star Trek

·       Spock – Combining a request for a wife reader and a hurt comfort fic. Status: Plotted

·       Khan – With Spock’s human half-sister. Spock is going to lose his mind. Status: Think mode

·       Bones x injured reader Status: semi-plotted

·       Kirk x female captain (native American reader) Status: will probably pull a plot idea from my list

·       Scotty x space pirate – um…yes please. Status: No idea but it will be epic.

Not doing:

·       Spock w suicidal/depressed reader – too sad for me right now.

·       Jealous Spock – already have one and don’t feel I could do another justice.

·       Spock x daughter – no idea what I would write for this.

 Lord of the Rings

·       Thorin w/ half dwarf/half hobbit reader. I have the best idea for this one. So fluffy. Status: Plotted

·       Legolas x Elf reader – FLANGST. Damn it Leggy. Combining 2 requests that both wanted slightly diff flangst. Not using requested parentage. Status: Plotted

·       Eomer x female rider of rohan status: thinking stage

·       Thorin x elf reader – making reader slightly less kick ass than requested Status: Plotted

·       Dwalin song fic with This is Me Status: Thinking stage

Not Doing:

·       One with Thorin and reader and the moon because it was sad as hell and just no.

 Supernatural

·       Gabriel – love confessions Status: semi-plotted

·       Dean x reader – Status: Plotted

Not Doing

·       Super specific request about AU Cas and Winchester sister. I haven’t caught up with the show and won’t be able to write this. Sorry.

 Marvel

·       Steve x wife reader. This one is going to be awesome. Status: Plotted

·       Avengers w self harming soulmate – Making this Flangst, not angst and narrowing down the soulmates to like 1 or 2 Status: Thinking mode

·       Clint x Latina reader – cute drooly clint. Hehe Status – Plotted

·       Bucky Barnes x chubby reader. Flangst. Status – Plotted

·       Jealous Steve Status – Plotted

·       Bruce Banner Status: Plotted

·       Steamy Erik Lensherr – um…yes please Status: Plotted

·       Dr Strange Hurt/comfort Status: Semi-plotted

·       Black Widow x Xmen male Reader x Maria Hill – flangst Status: Plotted

·       Gamora x male reader – changing plot a bit to fit my style Status: Plotted

·       Parker x reader and Steve x reader: I’m twisting the story a bit here but still doing Status: Plotted

·       Erik x reader x Charles Status: Thinking stage

·       Scott Lang x ex Reader – Status:Plotted

·       Sunday Brunch Part 2 – Status: Plotted

·       Billy Russo coffee shop AU Status: Plotted

·       Eddie Brock/venom x chef reader – Status: Plotted

 Teen Wolf

·       Peter soulmate au – making reader older than requested because Peter ain’t no pedo. Status: semi-plotted

·       My Favorite Weapon – final part – Status: Plotted

Not Doing

·       Halwyn x reader – I quit watching the show before it got to this point so I don’t know who this is. I was going to try to do it anyway, but I don’t have the time or energy. Sorry.

 Criminal Minds

·       Hotch x short reader – may not follow plot asked for exactly but I’ll get you covered Status: thinking mode

·       Hotch x reader with everyone – a trip to Asylum 49 Status: Semi-plotted

 The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

·       A marcel gif request that has been in my box for a year. I suck I’m sorry. I am doing it though. Status: way, way, way overdue.

·       Klaus x wife reader and meddling Kol – Status: Plotted

·       Klaus x reader that helps him against Mikael. This one is in think mode. Thinking of doing a 20s thing maybe.

 NCIS

·       Gibbs Status: Plotted

 The Walking Dead

·       Negan x adopted daughter; Daryl x daughter – Changing request a bit but still doing Status: Plotted

·       Rick x reader – Status: Plotted

 True Blood

·       Eric x Reader x Godric Status: thinking stage

 Peaky Blinders

·       A Condition Part 2 (maybe 3) – Status: Plotted

 Jurassic World

·       Be Prepared Part 3 and 4 – Status: Plotted

 Buffy

·       Spike x reader – Status: Plotted

·       Spike x xander’s sister reader – Status: Semi-plotted