#erik using his powers to push charles in his chair is one of my fave things …
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xxplastic-cubexx · 1 month ago
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Sugar daddy Charles takes Erik to expensive restaurants and teases him all evening with his telepathy, treating his husband to lavish clothes and food and desserts. then they go for a stroll and Erik uses his powers to roll Charles' wheelchair so they can hold hands 💕💕💕
erik lehnsherr WILL be spoiled by a rich man from upstate new york it is NECESSARY 🗣🗣🗣🗣
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thatfanficstuff · 6 years ago
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Idiot - Erik Lensherr
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Pairing: Erik x Reader
Warning: Fluffy angst, my fave. 
You were sitting at the bar having a beer when you felt them. Two mutants had walked in. You didn't turn to look. It wasn't your business and it didn't affect you. 
Well, it didn't until one sat on each side of you. You didn't look at them as you took a reading from them, knowing instantly what their powers were. These two were interesting. "Frustrating isn't it?" you said after another sip of your beer. 
"What is?" a deep voice said from your left and you took the chance to glance over. He had the good looks to match the voice with dark hair and blue eyes. "Well, hello handsome," you said earning a smirk from him as he looked you over. "But I wasn't talking to you."
You glanced at his friend and smiled. This one was cute, too but you liked your men a little rougher around the edges. You'd stick with Handsome. "Aren't you two a pair?" His eyes narrowed as he continued to attempt to read your mind. That won't work unless I want it to.
His eyes went wide and he shot a look at his companion. 
You finished your beer and pushed the bottle away from you. "Perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere?" you asked as you stood. 
Handsome was quick to pull out some cash and throw it on the bar to pay for your drink. You flashed him a smile. "Thanks."
You followed them out of the building and around the corner to the alley. "What can I do for the two of you?"
"We would like to offer you a job," the cute one said. 
You crossed your arms over your chest. "First, I don't make a habit of working for people I don't know. Second, why would you offer me a job when you don't even know what I can do."
He frowned. "I thought..." he trailed off and pointed to his head. 
You arched a brow. "Name?"
He cleared his throat. "Charles Xavier."
"And you, handsome?"
"Erik Lensherr."
"My...abilities are a little more specialized than that."
"Such as?" Erik asked. 
You studied both men. "I don't know you well enough to tell you that." Your power could get you killed if the wrong people discovered what you were capable of. You knew that and had always been overly cautious about reveling too much about yourself.
Erik draped an arm around your shoulders. "Perhaps we should get to know each other then."
Erik and Charles took you with them on their recruiting mission once you revealed you knew what a mutant's powers were as soon as they were in your proximity. You'd been traveling with them now for almost three weeks. A couple of promising mutants had been found but there were others whose mutations didn't affect their lives or were simply too young and you'd convinced the men to leave them be. 
Currently the three of you were eating at a table in their hotel suite. You sipped at your beer as you watched Charles finish eating. You took a breath as you looked between them. It was time. "I know I asked you this before, but I'm going to ask you again. I need you to think about the answer. It's important," you said and both men gave you their full attention.
"Are you sure about these people? I  mean like really sure? Because if I get into the wrong hands, if I think I'm working for the good guys but I'm wrong, the results could be devastating."
They exchanged a look and Erik leaned back in his chair. "Don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but being able to pick mutants out of a room they're in and know what their powers are isn't apocalyptic."
"That's not all I can do."
Charles gave a little laugh. "What are you talking about, y/n?"
You reached out a hand and laid it over his on the table. All it took was a thought and his powers were muted. His eyes grew wide. "That's remarkable. How do you do that?" he asked. He smiled and you could tell he was fascinated by your ability.
Having no idea how your powers worked, you shrugged. 
"How does she do what?" Erik asked, darting his gaze between the two of you. 
"Show him." Charles jerked his head in his friend's direction.
You took your hand from him and laid the other on Erik's. "Move something," you told him. 
He frowned but attempted to do as you asked. You knew the moment he realized what you were doing as he jerked his hand from beneath yours and pushed his chair back. Where Charles's expression had been one of amazement and wonder, Erik's face showed fear and disgust. 
You dropped your hands into your lap and looked down. Idiot. Why had you thought they'd understand? That they'd still want you around? "I'm going to go," you said softly.
"Hey, y/n," Charles said. "That's not necessary. Erik was just surprised is all."
You chanced a glance up before jerking your eyes back down. He wasn't surprised. He was angry.  Scooting your chair back, you stood to leave. "I'll talk to you later. Bye."
Charles snapped at Erik but Erik didn't respond. "y/n!" Charles suddenly yelled and you spun to see a fork from the table flying in your direction. You moved your eyes from it to Erik and locked your gaze on his. You did nothing to dodge the utensil or stop it, you didn't have to. Your powers took care of that for you.
Once the fork was a foot away, it fell to the ground. "Go ahead. Try them all," you said, now angry yourself. Erik took you at your word and sent every metal utensil straight at you. Again, your eyes never left his and all the projectiles just fell to the floor. 
Hot tears pooled in your eyes and you gave a small bitter smile. "That's my secret, boys. I am the anti-mutant. I not only know your abilities, my power immediately finds a way to negate them." You grabbed one of the knives off the floor and tossed it back to them. Charles grabbed it from the floor where it landed.
He looked at you in surprise before handing it to Erik.
"Plastic," he said after he'd examined it. 
"If I tried, if I looked hard enough inside, I could find a way to use it to kill you." You glanced between the two of them once more. Even Charles looked a little afraid of you now. A tear escaped to trace a path down your cheek. "You don't have to say anything. I get it. I'll be out of your hair first thing in the morning."
You left the room in utter silence and never once looked back. 
Deciding you might as well leave now, your packed bag was on the bed beside you. You sat on the edge, head buried in your hands while you silently cried. This was your own fault. You let yourself get attached to them when you knew better. No one wanted you to stick around for long. You were used to it, didn't let it bother you. Until that handsome bastard and his friend had walked into your life. That disgusted look he gave you flashed through your head again.
After letting out a growl of frustration, you angrily swiped the tears from your eyes. Getting to your feet, you took one last look around then grabbed your bag.  You swung the door open only to see Erik on the other side. He'd apparently been getting ready to knock. He glanced between you and your bag and frowned. 
"Where are you going?"
"I'm leaving."
He stepped into your space, causing you to walk backward back into the room. He shut the door and locked it once you were both inside. After taking the bag from your hand, he tossed it on the bed. 
"What are you doing, Erik?" you asked.
He paced the floor in front of you. "I should kill you. Eliminate the threat. That would be the smart thing to do."
A shiver of fear went through you but you didn't say anything. Instead, you just kept watching this man you'd thought was your friend as he waged a mental battle with himself over whether you should live or die. 
He stopped and turned to face you. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"
"I'm not a fool, Erik. I know the easiest course of action would be to kill me. Like you said it's the smart move. I get it. I wasn't about to tell you until I trusted you."
He took a step closer. "You trust me?"
"I did until you sent a fork flying at my head," you told him. 
The corner of his mouth kicked up in a smirk. "I was testing you, sweetheart. There were knives on that table after all."
You arched a brow, not really believing him. He moved even closer until there was only the smallest of spaces between you. You had to tilt your head back to look into his eyes. "You hate me," you whispered, surprising yourself. 
"Never," he answered, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. 
You nervously licked your lips and he followed the movement with his gaze. "You were disgusted by me. Afraid of me. I saw it."
He shook his head. "Charles was right. I was surprised. I was angry you hadn't told me sooner. I was afraid that someone would find out. I was terrified of what might happen to you."
"I don't believe you. You said you should kill me, Erik."
He hummed in agreement and smiled. "It would be smart. Fortunately I've always been a bit of an idiot." He leaned forward and captured your lips with his. 
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