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Plot: Erik Lehnsherr x reader
Reader (Cross between marvels Enchantress and Scarlett Witch) Chloe is one of the students of Charles and Erik’s, this is told during days of future past. Erik and Charles rescued her from a mental institution that experimented on her in order to control her powers. Now after the events of First Class (will post this out of order) she is back with Charles nursing a broken heart. When a stranger from the future shows up everyone will have to set aside their differences and work together to change their fate.
“Are you still haven’t nightmares?” Hank asked as he entered the foyer bringing you a cup of tea. The sun was shining through the tall glass windows of Charles London Hime as you had planted yourself on the stairs. You knew you looked exhausted. The dark circles under your eyes stood out against you’re pale skin as you ran your fingers through your hair. You were still in one of your silk night gowns, not bothering to cover up in a robe or care that you were skimpily dressed. Hank smiled at you sheepishly, sensing your heart break, you weren’t the only one effected by Erik and Ravens decisions.
“How can you tell?””you asked blowing on the tea to cool it off.
“I could hear you and I could see the light in your windows from your powers,” he replied softly sipping his coffee.
“You don’t have to apologize, I’m just worried. With the Professor....in this state..I just want to help you anyway I can,” he leaned on the table reflecting sadly on the situation they were in.
“I don’t want the serum,” your voice cracked as you felt tears sliding down your cheeks. “I don’t want to hide this anymore or feel like a prisoner, I just want to feel more in control and since everything with Erik...I can’t get a grasp on it..”
“I know, it seems to be he’s part of what’s doing this, if Charles was more himself we could get to the source of it...free your mind from him, because he’s a trigger,” Hank began but a loud knock on the front door startled the both of you.
Hank looked at you confused, “Who could that be this early?”
Hank set his coffee down opening the door slowly, you could barely see who was standing there. The voices were muffled, before Hank turned around, “Uh, he’s asking about the school?”
“Is he a parent?” You stood now walking over to the door to see if it was a reporter or worse someone from the CIA. You could barely see a tall man in a leather jacket with dark hair and a beard. He looked oddly familiar to you, your powers giving you a sense of deja vu. The man scoffed at your remark.
“I sure hope not,” he remarked. “Who are you?” He gestured at Hank only seeing your blonde hair from where he was standing.
“I’m Hank, Hank McCoy I look after the house. Sorry, the schools been closed for years.”
“Enchantress..” he blurted out when you finally came into his sight line. Logan knew your powers slowed your aging so you were easier for him to recognize. Your hair was a little different he’d seen it a variety of colors over the years as you hid identities. Yet it was nice to see you like this, your naturally long blonde waves practically reaching to your waist. You looked skinner and paler than usual, he assumed you this was when you were nursing a broken heart from Erik.
“Sorry, have we met?” You eyes widened, no one had referred to you by that name in a long time. Honestly every time you heard it you cringed remembering Erik gifting it to you.
“And you’re Beast?” He pointed at Hank now, chuckling as he ignored your questions, “I guess you were a late bloomer.”
You noticed Hanks hand gripping the door harder, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Hank tried to shut the door, but the man pushed back.
“Wait, Hank..” you felt something again, a sense of familiarity as your powers made chill spread across your skin, something about this stranger triggering them. It reminded you of the feeling you’d gotten when you recognized your father in the train station with Erik. You knew this guy, but you didn’t know how.
“So where’s the Professor?” The guy growled pushing back again on the door as you stepped back.
Hank only growled in response hiding his face, trying to mask how much he was about to lose control.
“You’re pretty strong for a scrawny kid, you sure there’s not a little Beast in there?” The man remarked struggling now to keep the door ajar, you could see blue veins popping out of Hanks hands as they both grunted trying to match strength.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hank strained to keep the door closed.
“Hey, he’s not here,” you spoke now trying to force the mans attention to you. “Can you just stop it already with the games?”
“Come on Beast,” he taunted pushing back with more force,” Come on Beastie...”
Hank was losing control of himself, trying to fight the animal inside, “No-“ he yelled.
With one final push the man finally burst through the door, a smirk of victory on his face as Hank was pushed back flying against the table in the foyer.
“Hey,” you shouted at the man, you could feel light coming from your finger tips as you tried to hide your hands behind your back as your anger made you lose control of your powers slightly, “the school is closed and you need to leave.” You planted yourself in front of Hank.
“It’s nice to know nothing has really changed with you and that fiery personality sweetheart ...Not until I see the Professor,” he shook his head placing his hands on his hips as he squared off with you which only enraged you more.
The man watched a burst of red light flash over your icy blue eyes as you waved you hands slowly stepping towards him as little balls of red energy came off you like smoke. Before he could react he felt himself lifting in the air as the ribbons of energy spin around him holding his hands back, “YOU...don’t give...US... orders,” you growled now moving your hands like a vice, manipulating the energy to stretch his body, he growled in pain as he struggled to get free.
“Look kid, the blue guy and I are going to be good friends he just doesn’t know it yet,” he spoke struggling to breath, “and you and I..well we’re going to be a thing for a few years..” he grinned
“Really? When exactly does this occur because you’re not really my type..” you growled in anger. (Yes he was attractive but after Erik you were done dating bad boys you were sure of it)
“Why because I’m not Erik? Sugar you’d be real surprised...we had some very hot nights, how else would I know about that little scar on your inner thigh,” he laughed which only made you tighten your grip on him till he was almost choking, you could feel your face getting hot the more he grinned. “You’re blushing...it’s cute.”
That broke your concentration for a moment, your grip loosening as the man’s feet hit the ground and he rushed at you, but Hank had transformed while you two were arguing and pounced his legs before he could reach you.
“Professor? Professor?”the guy yelled wiggling from his grasp, desperate to find him as he struggled with Hank. You could tell this guy was trying not to hurt him which only confused you more.
“God who are you?” You shrieked, you were so confused watching the struggle ensue between the two men.
“Chlo? Hank? What is going on here?” Charles waltzed down the stairs in his bathrobe with a whiskey in his hand. You could hear the ice clinking in the glass as he brushed his long hair from his eyes to see what all the fuss had been about.
The man had managed to knock Hank down as he charged up the stairs, “Professor?” His voice was desperate and you sat back now intrigued.
“Ugh don’t call me that” he grimaced pinching at his nose.
“Do you know this bloke?” You replied pointing in his direction.
“He looks..slightly familiar..” Charles squinted his eyes trying to focus on everyone. The alcohol and serum made everything a bit hazy,” and get off the bloody chandelier Hank,” Charles rolled his eyes. Even in his robe he was still posh and somewhat well mannered.
Beast flipped off the chandelier still ready to attack, “You can walk?” the stranger pointed to his legs.
“You’re a perceptive one,” he staggered down the steps a lazy grin on his face.
“But I thought Erik..” he began but noticed his question turned the room somber as you and Charles met each other’s eyes. This guy knew way too much for comfort.
“You perception makes it slightly perplexing that you missed our sign on the way in. This is private property, my friend. I'm gonna have to ask her to ask him to ask you to leave,” Charles planted himself on the steps taking a long drink.
That uneasy feeling returned as you fed off the energy from this stranger. You closed your eyes seeing flashes of images as if they were memories of your own, you groaned leaning to grip the railing of the stairs, “He’s doing something, Charles...”
Charles looked at you concerned wishing for a moment he had his powers. Hank rushed to your side as the man put his hands up slowly walking towards the both you.
“I’m afraid I can’t leave...because I was sent here for you, Charles.” His voice was smooth and easy as he inched closer.
“Well, tell whoever it was who sent you I’m busy,” Charles stood now crossing his arms defiantly.
The man laughed, “Well that’s going to be a little tricky, because that person who sent me...was you.”
Charles and you looked at each other, “Beg your pardon?” Charles wasn’t sure if he had drank too much or was dreaming.
“Yes about 50 Years from now,” he continued.
“Like in the future 50 years from now, Charles you can’t believe that, it’s absurd...” you practically growled at him another piercing headache coming stopping you mid sentence.
“Yeah, honey, it’s true.”
“I sent you from the future?” Charles laughed pointing at himself, but you noticed the way his jaw tightened in flat out irritation at this.
“Yeah,” The stranger replied confidently.
“Piss off,” Charles growled challenging the man in his anger.
"If you had powers, you'd know I was telling the truth,” he snapped back and you and Hank were in awe. No one could have known that.
Charles stopped in his tracks, pursing his lips,"How do you know I don't have pow—Who are you?"
"You've been watching me?" Charles tried to piece this together into something that made more sense.
"I know you, Charles. We've been friends for years. I know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started... all the voices in your head. And it wasn't until you were 12... that you realized all the voices were in everyone else's head. And You,” he pointed at Chloe,” your powers came when you were 13, when your twin brother died, you burned down most of your parents lavish estate. They couldn’t explain it so they locked you up in an institution until Charles and Erik set you free. You’re telekinetic, but you read emotions when you touch people, especially if you’re close to them and you can manipulate energy ...The closer you are to someone the more enhanced your powers are, that’s why Erik breaking your heart caused you to lose control of them again. Do you want me to go on?"
Tears were slowly pouring down your face as you closed your eyes feeling memories of Erik, he was the only one other than Charles that knew that how your powers started, “Shut him up.” You pleaded with Charles, wishing he’d had the power to.
Charles looked at you with shock. "I never told anyone any of that..not about myself and not about you, only Erik knew that darling."
"Not yet. But you will." The man crossed his arms.
"All right, you've piqued my interest. What do you want?" Charles leaned against the stair-rail, a hand resting on your shoulder to try and calm you. He had an eyebrow raised unenthusiastically.
“We have to stop Raven. I need your help. We need your help.” He signaled towards you two as if you were all friends all of a sudden.
The mention of Raven made your anger boil back up, jealousy rising in the pit of your stomach, “What does SHE have to do with it?”
Charles sighed, "I think I'd like to wake up now,” Charles got just as emotional at the mention of them.
You watched him walk towards the study (mainly for the open bar that resides in there) seemingly abandoning you two with this problem. Hank took a deep breath, slowly turning into his human form, "What is your name?" He asked grabbing the guys arm.
“Wolverine, but for now call me Logan.”
