Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3

Violent Delights - Erik Lehnsherr

Au, prompt chosen/requested by @thefasstasticvoyage
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Erik Lehnsherr was a notorious mobster; more infamous than Al Capone and the Krays combined. Everyone knew him. Everyone feared him. Except you. You were his rival, Charles Xavier's, younger sister; you lived between your brother and his rival's territories, and even though he shouldn't have, Erik would find any excuse to see you.

"Just a meeting with Charles," he would say, or, more commonly, "Just making sure everything's in check."

Living between them was like living between a thunderstorm and a hurricane; one moment, things were peaceful, then the next it would be as if all Hell broke loose. Police sirens, gunshots, screaming, the odd "GET DOWN!" being roared and boomed. Hectic would be an understatement.

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You were walking down the street, two of Charles' men behind you, dressed in fine suits and made to look as if they were bodyguards and not gangsters; that was one difference between your brother and Erik, where Charles had his men dress to fit in and not look suspicious, Erik didn't really care.

"(Y/N)," Erik's hushed voice came from an alley, prompting you to check behind your shoulder; Charles' men had stopped to help an elderly lady cross the street, so you dove into the alley and looked at Erik.

"Erik," you whispered, staying near the exit so that you could keep an eye on the men you were with. "What are you doing? Do you have any idea what would happen if Charles' men saw me here, with you?"

"I do," he admitted, lacing his fingers with yours. "But I don't care."

"This isn't Romeo and Juliet," you stated, probably too harshly. "You're more infamous than the Krays, Erik, this won't end well for either of us."

"These violent delights have violent ends," Erik mumbled.

"These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder. Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in his own deliciousness  and in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately." You said, turning on your heel and preparing to leave when Erik refused to let go of your hand.

"Please," he almost begged. "Don't go. Not yet. Tell me, (Y/N), when I can see you again."

"I don't know," you admitted, forcing yourself to not kiss him. "But it will be soon."

"Are you sure?" Erik asked, furrowing his brows and letting his grip on your hand falter.

"Very sure," you smiled, pecking his cheek. "I'll see you soon, alright? Then our violent delights can have the most violent ends."