[Verse 1]
Whispers In The Shadows, A Dangerous Allure,
A Glint In His Eye, Of That I'm Sure.
He Moves With A Purpose, A Captivating Grace,
Leaving A Tremor, A Smile On My Face.
A Hint Of Ambition, A Touch Of Control,
He Plays His Own Game, Reaching For My Soul.
[Chorus]
Oh, The Thrill Of The Chase, The Magnetic Pull,
For A Heart So Entwined, Taking Its Toll.
A Darkness That Beckons, A Charm I Can't Fight,
Lost In The Shadows, Bathed In His Light.
He's A Beautiful Danger, A Captivating Art,
The Kind Of Man Who Could Break My Heart.
[Verse 2]
There's A Subtle Dominion, A Knowing Command,
A Power He Wields, A World In His Hands.
He Walks With A Swagger, A Confident Stride,
Nowhere To Run, Nowhere To Hide.
A Promise Of Passion, A Risk I Might Take,
For A Love That Could Shatter, Or Truly Awake.
[Chorus]
Oh, The Thrill Of The Chase, The Magnetic Pull,
For A Heart So Entwined, Taking Its Toll.
A Darkness That Beckons, A Charm I Can't Fight,
Lost In The Shadows, Bathed In His Light.
He's A Beautiful Danger, A Captivating Art,
The Kind Of Man Who Could Break My Heart.
[Verse 3]
In The Still Of The Night, He Captures My Gaze,
A Dance Of Desire, Like A Flickering Blaze.
With Secrets Untold, And Whispers Concealed,
In His Magnetic Presence, My Fate Is Sealed.
A Delicate Balance Of Fear And Delight,
We Walk A Thin Line Beneath The Moon’s Glowing Light.
[Intense Chorus]
Oh, The Thrill Of The Chase, An Addictive Delight,
Entwined In His Mystery, Never Out Of Sight.
A Darkness That Lures Me, Yet Feels So Right,
Lost Within His Shadows, Enveloped In Night.
He's A Beautiful Danger, A Master Of Art,
The Kind Of Man Who Could Tear Me Apart.
[Bridge]
Is It The Cunning Mind, Or The Effortless Grace?
The Way He Commands, In Every Single Place?
A Whisper Of Mischief, A Glint Of Deceit,
Making Surrender Feel Ever So Sweet.
[Chorus]
Oh, The Thrill Of The Chase, The Magnetic Pull,
For A Heart So Entwined, Taking Its Toll.
A Darkness That Beckons, A Charm I Can't Fight,
Lost In The Shadows, Bathed In His Light.
He's A Beautiful Danger, A Captivating Art,
The Kind Of Man Who Could Break My Heart.
[Outro]
He's The Storm And The Solace, The Fire And The Ice,
A Dangerous Dream, At An Irresistible Price.
And I Can't Look Away, Even If I Should,
Lost In The Allure Of The Misunderstood.
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Source and our Divine spirit team are always with us, shining above us. When our hearts are open to being Divinely guided, we become aware of this magnetic light, pulling us into our center and into the flow of the universe ✨💚
I recognized you instantly. All of our lives flashed through my mind in a split second. I felt a pull so strongly towards you that I almost couldn’t stop it.
Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,
Notes: Welcome to Magnetic Pull, my 20-part-long Karmel x Erik series. I worked so hard on this and I’m extremely proud of it, so I hope you all enjoy!
Moira stepped in front of Charles' way, going to shake his drunk hand."Congratulations, Professor" she smiled.
"Thank you very much" he furrowed his eyebrows, not recognizing her."This is much harder than it looks, actually" Charles waved the long vial he chugged from, having Moira shake her head.
"No, on your presentation" Moira corrected.
"Oh, you were at my presentation? How nice of you, thank you very much."
"Moira Mactaggert" Moira introduced.
"Charles Xavier" Charles replied, going to shake her hand again.
"Do you have a minute?"
"For a pretty little bean with a mutated MRC-one gene? I have five" Charles answered, going to quickly touch Moira's hair. He led her to a table, putting his free arm around her shoulders."I say 'MCR-one', you would say 'auburn hair'" he sat them down."It's a mutation. It's a groovy mutation. Mutation, right" Charles leaned in."Took us from single-celled organisms to the dominant form-"
Moira cut him off, waving her hand and looking down for a moment."You know what? This routine may go over great with co-eds, but, I'm here on business."
"What?"
"I really need your help."
Charles paused, thinking."Alright" he softly spoke.
"The kind of mutations that you were talking about in your thesis. I need to know if they may have already happened...in people alive today."
Charles slowly went to press a couple fingers to his temple, to look through Moira's mind and memory. His eyes went wide at what he saw that Moira saw, the girl calling "Professor?" When he just stared at her. Charles chuckled in an airy tone, raising his head.
"I think we should just talk when you're sober. Do you have any time tomorrow? There's someone I think you'd like to meet."
"Something tells me you already know the answer to your question" Charles told, a small grin on his face."This is very important to me, and if I can help you, I will do my utmost."
"Thank you" Moira whispered, smiling once again.
***
Moira and Charles reunited (both parties completely sober) first thing the following morning, Moira having taken Charles to a library in the city.
"Why are we at a library? I'm a professor now, I don't need to read up on anything" Charles reminded.
"We're not here for reading, Professor. In case you don't remember, last night I told you that there's someone I'd like you to meet. He happens to work here, now come on" Moira answered, leading Charles up the front steps and into the library.
The lady at the front desk automatically smiled at them when they entered, the two smiling back as they walked by.
"Nice people.”
"Not all of them" Moira shook her head, eyes darting around as if looking for someone."I sometimes wonder why someone with the powers he most likely has would work at a library" she started, leading Charles down a random aisle of books."But then again, librarians have a high salary. And who wouldn't enjoy telling people to be quiet for a lot of money?"
"You've got a point there" Charles raised an eyebrow when Moira took a book off the shelf, examining the photo of the bright flower on the cover. He read the titles of the other books."Books about flowers, what are we gonna do to search for him if we look at books about flowers?"
"Trust me. If we're in this aisle, he'll come. Now act busy. Or confused, like you can't find a book. Or both; he'll come" Moira instructed.
Charles nodded, taking a random book off the shelf about...terrariums? Whatever. He inspected it, eyebrows furrowing- maybe his mansion could do with a terrarium or two.
"Hi there, the name's Karmel. Anything you need help searching for?"
"Bingo" Charles heard Moira breathe, the two of them turning to the right.
There stood a man, about around six feet or less, with short, dirty blond hair, and deep blue eyes. He notably was wearing dark pants, a white button-up shirt, black leather jacket and a (faded, but) patterned tie. The man was discreetly chewing gum, as if he was hiding the fact that he was doing so on the job.
Charles decided to spare him the embarrassment by not pointing it out.
"Karmel" Moira repeated.
Karmel looked like he recognized her."Oh, Moira" he coughed, "nice to see you back so soon. What'd'ya need with books 'bout flowers?"
"I only needed them because I knew they'd summon you."
"Ah, jeez-" Karmel giggled, turning away. He locked eyes with Charles, eyebrows jumping."Uh, Karmel" Karmel repeated, outstretching his hand, "Karmel Rosenstein."
"Charles Xavier. Friend of Moira's?"
Karmel shrugged.
"Acquaintances, actually? Mutual friend" Charles corrected.
Karmel furrowed his eyebrows."Yea...How did you- never mind- you?"
"Very recently acquainted. She brought me here to meet you."
Karmel's eyes went wide."Uh- w-why? Why'd you need to meet me? What's happening? Moira, I- I don't like boys, but it's fine if you do Charles, but I-"
Moira raised a hand, putting back the book she was holding and cutting Karmel short."I didn't bring Charles here to set him up with you, I know you like girls. I brought him here because I feel that you both have something in common."
"An obvious interest in girls?" Karmel insisted, hands on his hips.
"No- well, yes, but not that. Karmel, could you get me a book off of the top shelf?" Moira asked, looking up at the tall shelf to her left.
Karmel looked up, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue."Yea, for sure, lemme just get a ladder-" he turned to walk away to grab a ladder.
"Karmel." Moira called, Karmel turning back around.
"What?"
Charles looked between the two of them, Moira crossing her arms as she looked at Karmel expectantly.
Karmel looked back at Moira, taking his hands out the pockets of his jacket. He sighed, letting them hang at his sides."Fine." Karmel looked around, making sure no one else was in view. Once he knew the coast was clear, he took off his jacket, handing it to Moira, who obediently held it. Karmel raised his hands, looking up at the very top shelf.
Charles watched in awe as vines emerged from behind Karmel's back, waving up the high shelf and grabbing a random book off the top, and pulling it back down.
Karmel grabbed the book in both hands, looking down awkwardly as the vines shrunk back down behind his back. He traded the book for his jacket, putting it back on swiftly."There."
Charles exhaled, a smile on his face."Amazing. How long have you been able to do that for?"
Karmel gulped, shushing Charles."Ever since I was like, twelve, maybe? A while, basically."
Moira smiled at Charles, "I told you you'd like him."
Karmel furrowed his eyebrows.
Moira turned back to him."We need your help."
"Please." Charles added, looking at him hopefully.
Karmel's gaze repeatedly switched between the two of them, mouth opened slightly."Alright. What's up?"
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Aizawa was tending to his usual nightly rounds in the brightly lit city. He traveled the near empty streets with his goggles placed over his forehead, out of his eyes for the time being. It was late in the night; midnight, maybe 1am? He wasn’t sure at this point. After a long, rowdy day of teaching a multitude of teenagers, grading a pop quiz, and listening to Present Mic ramble about his radio show that he’d be, once again, hosting in three days, it was nice to just take solitude in the chilled winter night on the streets.
His footsteps echoed, accompanied by the occasional bypassers footsteps as he strolled down the sidewalk. He found himself in a, more or less, shady part of town. If there was anything that screamed criminal activity, it was the dark streets of the low end side of the city. His eyes surveyed the local strays, a few ran down apartments with lights flickered here and there in a random array of windows, and some gas station employees smoking on their breaks against the brick walls of the buildings.
He attention was then drove from the casual sites of the usual night life of the streets to a back alley commotion. Narrowing his eyes, the pro hero placed the goggles over his eyes and marched towards the noise, eager to see if it were any matters that he needed to concern himself with.
Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,
Notes: Welcome to Part 2! Don’t worry, Erik’s coming soon.
Karmel did not expect to find himself sitting in a meeting room of the CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia. Then again, he doesn't really know where he expected to find himself with Charles and Moira, a mind-reading mutant and a CIA agent.
"The advent of the nuclear age may have accelerated the mutation process" Charles spoke, being the only one standing up."Individuals with extraordinary abilities may already be among us. Thank you very much" he finished, sitting back down.
"Mactaggert, you really think that some crackpot scientist is going to make me believe in sparkly dames and vanishing men?" A man at the other end of the table asked, Moira shifting where she sat."You just bought yourself a one-way ticket back to the typing pool. This meeting is over" he told, closing a folder.
"Uh- please, sit down, Agent Mactaggert" Charles spoke, when Moira went to stand up. He turned back to the old man."I didn't really expect you to believe me, given that all you could think about during my presentation was what sort of pie they were serving in the commissary" he noted."It's apple pecan" Charles simply declared, turning back to Moira."I haven't been entirely honest with you, love, I'm sorry. You see, one of the many spectacular things my mutation allows me to do is that I can read your mind."
"I've seen this before, in a magic show" a second man spoke up."Are you gonna ask us to think of a number between one and ten, now?"
Karmel scowled slightly, resting his head on his hand.
Charles laughed a bit."No, Agent Stryker. Although, I could ask you about your son, William, who you were thinking about, which is very nice. But, I think I'd rather ask you about the Jupiter missiles America are currently placing in Turkey" he grinned, Karmel looking over at him.
The two agents exchanged frightened glances, sitting up straight.
"He's a goddamn spy" the first agent spoke up, looking at Moira but pointing a wrinkly finger at Charles."You brought a goddamn spy into this facility!"
Moira shook her head quickly, "I did not, I would never-" the agents delved into an argument.
Raven quickly stood up, using her mutation to shapeshift into Agent Stryker. This quickly quieted down the room.
Karmel looked up at her (him? them?), hand curled away from his face.
"Can- Can you do anything?" Stryker asked, pointing to Karmel.
Karmel pulled a sturgeon face, leaning back in his seat."I don't know," he shrugged, vines growing from out of his sides and curling around, above his head like a halo."Can I?" Karmel grinned.
A younger agent, who sat against the wall, looked astonished. Less afraid than the first two.
Raven went back to her natural, blue form, Charles turning from her, to Karmel's now-receding vines, to the agents.
"How’s that for a magic trick?" He huffed.
"Best I've ever seen" the younger agent answered.
"I want them out of here" the first agent ordered."And locked down until I can figure out what to do."
"My facility is off-site" the young agent in the back spoke, everyone turning to him."I'll take them" he sounded calm, and kind. He smiled, getting up and leaving the room.
Charles got up as well, watching Moira dash after the fourth agent who didn't speak at all, but left anyway. He gestured towards Karmel and Raven, the two mutants following him out.
Next thing Karmel knew, Charles, Raven, the younger agent and him were on the third floor of the parking garage.
Charles pressed two fingers to his temple in order to communicate with Moira as they walked.
"I've always known that there were people like you out there. I've been the laughing stock of his agency for years, but I knew it! You are going to love my facility."
"That's going to have to wait" Charles pointed out.
"Why?"
"Agent Mactaggert has a lead on Sebastian Shaw, and if we don't move now, apparently, we're going to lose him" Charles explained, as Moira pulled up in a sleek, black car.
"Nice ride" Karmel commented, as Raven quickly got into the backseat.
"Thanks" Moira smiled.
"What?" The agent asked.
"Not only can he read minds, he can communicate with them, as well" Raven told.
"Moira and I just had a lovely conversation" Charles smiled, opening the passenger door.
"Yes, we did" she agreed.
The agent's jaw dropped."That is incredible!" He praised, as Charles laughed."But I- I cannot take you anywhere else without permission from upstairs" he remembered, as Karmel got in to sit beside Raven.
"Would you like to see one more magic trick?" Charles asked.
"Okay."
Charles pressed two fingers to his temple again."Get in the car."
"Good idea."
Karmel cackled as the agent slid in beside him, saying "nice one, Charles" as the agent closed the door. He pulled his black leather jacket closer around himself.
"Thank you" Charles smiled, getting into the passenger seat and closing the door before they drove off.
