TAKE NOTES SER CRISPY

TAKE NOTES SER CRISPY

One of my favourite scenes in Days of Future Past is Eriks reaction to seeing Charles the first time.

First he's like "wtf, that's Charles?" (also Peter looks so cute here)

And when Charles hits him, he looks up and is like "huh, I guess he's still hot, just in a differnt way."

And he goes back to flirting

they look like lesbians with opposite aesthetics

Prompt #8

"So you choose them over me? After all we've been through together, you choose them?"

Prompt is by @me-writes-prompts

Link to their post on the prompt

This is Cherik cause I'm a sucker for hero x villain and this is what immediately popped up in my mind. I'm sorry if it's bad or if I didn't tag right. I'm kind of new to this.

Erik Pov

Just as I got up from the sandy beach, the agent Charles fancied started shooting at me.

It was foolish. I control metal, yet she continued to barrage me with bullets. It wasn’t much, but it distracted me enough that I had to focus on defending myself. Despite a bullet bouncing off my helmet, I easily deflected the onslaught. Just as I moved my hand to deflect another, a sharp yelp of pain from behind disrupted my thoughts.

Charles!

It was almost as if the world slowed as he fell. A bullet had hit him. In mere seconds, I was crouched down next to him, removing the bullet with my abilities. It had hit his lower back, and he was trembling in pain.

“I’m so sorry,” I stated, repositioning him to support him better. I was now sitting on the sand floor with his head resting upon my thigh, my hands supporting him. I couldn’t help but feel deep regret. This was never my intention. I never wanted to harm him.

I heard a rush of footsteps—the X-men. “I said back off!” I yelled, halting the group. I soon noticed the cause for Charles lying wounded in my arms: the agent.

“You. You did this,” I announced, using my powers to strangle her with the metal necklace around her neck.

She started choking, reaching for her neck with both hands in hopes of lessening the tightening pressure—a hope that would not be granted. Despite the small voice in my mind that sounded almost like Charles advising me to stop, that this wasn’t right, I couldn’t help but somewhat enjoy it. It was mere retribution and karma for hurting my friend.

“Erik. Please,” he said, voice slightly trembling. “She didn’t do this, Erik. You did.”

‘You did.’ It was that simple phrase that made me cease. I looked at my friend lying in my arms, his eyes already conveying his thoughts on how this was my fault. How these people were innocent in his eyes.

How can he not see that it is because of these humans that we mutants are divided? How can he not recognize that it is due to her that he is wounded? It is due to her that we are both in pain.

It was irrational to be this emotional considering the circumstances, but I couldn’t help it. “You still choose them over me? You would choose her. Charles, after all we’ve been through together, after all we’ve seen, you choose them?” I asked in disbelief. No matter how much they have harmed and discriminated against our kind, he always thought more of them. Believing in the minuscule kindness—if it could even count as that—that they had shown him. I knew he disagreed with me and my methods, but I thought he’d care more about us, our kind. That he’d choose me after all the events that had taken place.

“They are innocent,” he responded. I despised how he actually believed it.

“Us turning on each other. It’s what they want. I tried to warn you, Charles. I want you by my side. We’re brothers, you and I.” My words, no matter how you may view them, Charles, they are sincere. I need you with me.

“All of us together, protecting each other. We want the same thing.” And is that not the truth? We both want what is best for mutant kind. We could accomplish so much, you and I.

He was hurt, shaking in my arms, yet he still found sad amusement in my words and chuckled. “Oh, my friend. I’m sorry, but we do not.”

As much as I wished to take him with me, to show him what we could be, I respected his answer. I disliked it—the feeling of his body trembling in my hold only strengthened that—but I knew what must be done. I signaled for the girl to come closer; she could take care of Charles. It was time to depart.

Cherik mini comic about Charles’ telepathy vaguely based off a fic I read while back where they had a similar conversation. I can’t find it now but if anyone can let me know 😢

Not a sad one! Kind of! Maybe I’ll make a sad one in the future. I need to go finish my homework now LOL but thank you everyone for the patience!