X-Men Imagines

23| Erik Lehnsherr - It Is Time

Can you do one where Erik Lensherr and the Reader are fighting with Charles, and he lets out that the reader loves Erik. Also, can the reader have pyrokenisis and ice manipulation?

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"Charles." Erik started calmly standing in front of Charles' desk. "You can't save everyone."

Standing on Erik's right, you nodded. You and Erik had been trying to get Charles to change his mind for a few minutes, but it was becoming obvious it would not work as Charles dismissed every single one of your arguments.

Charles, sat behind his desk, was looking at you and Erik with a severe expression on his face, the one of a man who had been cornered by those he considers his friends.

"It's not about saving; it's about helping them." Charles' blue eyes bore into Erik's blue ones. "Erik, you of most people should understand why I do that."

Erik sighed at his friend's stubbornness.

"I never even understood why you tried so hard with me."

You could feel Erik was running out of patience so you decided to take the reins. You did not need the two of them to start fighting over the same stupid thing again. Brushing your hand against Erik's forearm to make him stop, you said to Charles:

"It's not a good idea, there is no helping him."

Charles looked briefly at you, slightly annoyed that you were taking Erik's side, before staring back at his old friend.

"I did it because you are my friend and I knew there was more to you than just anger."

Erik and Charles stayed silent, staring stonily at each other. It was Erik who spoke first, more benevolently than before:

"You almost died, several times. And I fear if you do this, you won't survive this time."

"Erik..." Charles sighed, he knew it was the right thing to do and he was sad to see that his friends could not see it.

Cornered between Erik and Charles, you did not know what to say anymore. You agreed with Erik: going to save this mutant was too dangerous; he was too irrational, crazy even; he did not care if he killed people. At the same time, Erik had not always been the charming man you knew and if Charles had been able to change him, he might be able to do the same with someone else.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." Charles spoke suddenly, looking at you.

You blushed at the realization he had read in your mind and stuttered, slightly annoyed: "Don't read my mind."

"I'm sorry." Charles looked at the folder he had on his desk before staring back at you and Erik. "I'll think about it." Erik relaxed next to you and you smiled at Charles before he said: "Erik, why don't you take (Y/N) out for dinner? I'm sure she'd loved too. You don't have to stay to keep an eye on me."

Your face fell at his words. You could not believe he had read your mind again. You could not believe he knew about how you were feeling about Erik. And more than everything you could not believe he had let your biggest secret out so casually. Charles must have realized his mistake because he looked at you apologetically. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as Erik's eyes fell on you.

I'm sorry, (Y/N), but it is time.

Charles said in your head making you flinch. You hated when he was doing that. It felt like he knew every single one of your deepest secret, which considering what he had said out loud meant he probably did.

As Erik was watching you, he saw you flinch and without needing an explanation, he stared harshly at his friend. Charles said nothing more, waiting for you and Erik to leave.

"(Y/N), let's go." Erik brushed his hand against your waist in an attempt to get your attention. You met his eyes briefly before following him out of the office and into the corridor. You walked together down the corridor in silence and when your feet brought you to the end of it, you stopped awkwardly.

As you were thinking about what you could say, your eyes locked with Erik's.

"You don't have to say it."

His voice was calm and soothing as he said those words. Still, you did not understand the meaning behind it.

Seeing your confused look, Erik stepped forward, crossing the last meter between your two bodies before leaning over you. His hand moved to the nape of your neck and he brought your face closer.

"Charles did not tell me anything if that's what you are wondering. He did not need too."

Your eyes locked with his, you could feel shivers running down your spine. So he knew.

You felt relieved and happy. Biting your bottom lip, you eyes fell on his mouth. Erik's other hand appeared against the small of your back before he kissed you.

It was not a shy kiss, but it was not a passionate one either. It felt simple, straightforward. His lips were embracing yours in a warm exchange. It lasted only a few seconds and when his mouth left yours to press a soft kiss on your cheek, you asked him:

"For how long have you known?"

"Only a few days. I was waiting for the right time to tell you."

His blue eyes bore into yours and you knew that even if he was not a telepath, he could read into you easily. With him, though, you did not feel annoyed by it at all.