Disclaimer : Characters belong to their respectful owners
Fandom : X-Men: First Class (2011), X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014)
Rating : from K+ to M
Pairing : Cherik- Erik Lehnsherr x Charles Xavier (X-Men: First Class and X-Men: Days of Future Past)
Genres : Fanfiction, slash, humor, fluff, angst, dark, AU etc. (depends on each snippet)
Characters : Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto), Charles Xavier (Professor X), Henry Phillip “Hank” McCoy (Beast), Raven (Mystique) etc.
Warnings : spoilers for First Class and Days of Future Past, mpeg, character’s death, violence, shark joke etc. (again, depends on each snippet)
Summary : An alphabetical collection of snippets revolving around the relationship of Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto) and Charles Xavier (Professor X)
U – Utopia
Utopia – A world where mutants and humans coexist peacefully.
“Such thing never exists, Charles. Peace was, is and never will be an option.”
His voice, soft and gentle like a lover’s breath as he peeled off his leather gloves, fingers ghosting over the smooth surface, feeling the cold beneath bare skin.
Amidst the Inferno, the verdant green hill where Erik was standing was an untouchable utopia. From here he looked down, steel blue eyes boring coldly into a group of humans being ushered to his feet.
The last Homo sapiens on planet Earth.
“Have mercy, please.”
“We were just following orders… please. We didn’t want to…”
Throughout the pleas and cries, Erik maintained a deadpan expression. Yet, hidden under the sleeves of his suit, his fingers were gripping the cold stone with such force that his skin cracked and blood seeped out.
He burned the world to find them and now they were begging him to have mercy?
If Charles were here, would he have mercy?
It didn’t matter. Charles wasn’t here. Erik was. And Erik knew no mercy.
With a wave of his hand, he gave the command to Pyro standing silently beside.
Flesh and bones turned to coal, and coal turned to ash.
A scarce wind swept over the burnt ground, carrying the ash to land on an old tomb stone on which the name once sharply carved had faded with time.
“Ruhe in frieden, mein freund.”
“… Charles Francis Xavier.”
May you find Heaven above, because down here, it’s only Hell.
V – Vengeance
Charles Xavier wasn’t exactly the vengeful type but he wouldn’t shy from exacting his vengeance on his old friend, Erik Lehnsherr. As a result, Angel, Azazel, Emma and Janos were unable to look at their leader and not imagine the almighty Magneto with fiery red wig, fishnet stockings and go-go boots.
By the way, Raven was cool with the whole nightmarish idea of Magneto in drag; she even found it a sure turn-on!
One day, feigning unaware of the other mutants’ yelling “No” (mouthing, actually) at her, Raven mentioned it to Erik.
All hell broke loose.
W – Wigs
One random and lazy afternoon, after they’d just finished their third chess match, Charles spoke up, his tone slightly trembling and absent of his usual confidence.
“What is it Charles?”
“That man, Logan, said… in the future I’ll be bald, like… without a single hair.”
Charles finished, warily monitoring Erik’s reactions. The mental bender just sat in his seat, frozen in time, staring at Charles, steel blue eyes unblinking.
Charles gulped, feeling particularly uneasy with the way Erik stared at him. Silence seemed to stretch out for eternity as neither of the men said a word before Erik finally opened his mouth.
“The future is not set, Charles…”
Reaching out to gently caress Charles’s wavy locks, Erik said in a firm, determined tone. “Even if it is, we will always have wigs.”
“Are you ready?”
“More than ever.”
Charles replies with trust and confidence before closing his eyes, allowing the anesthetic to claim him.
Hank nods his head and proceeds the first step of the long operation whose sole purpose is to restore the use of Charles’s legs without suppressing his powers.
This operation is a long, arduous development of Hank’s previous serum. It hasn’t been until lately that Hank discovers the reason why his previous serum, despite being able to restore Charles’s walking ability, was a failure. The formula lacks one essential element: the cerebrospinal fluid containing the X gene which is extracted from a mutant’s brain.
And, getting the necessary amount for the serum only means one thing: killing the mutant.
Charles vehemently opposed it at first; he couldn’t tolerate the idea of taking a person’s life, one of his own kind to boost, in order to fix his broken body. Being unable to walk is fine; being unable to use his powers is fine; Charles can endure them all. However, he can never bear the guilt of killing in order to live.
It took Hank endless time and effort to talk Charles into accepting his treatment. Charles was still skeptical when Hank said it was donated by a mutant who knew his death penalty was certain. In the end, Hank shut him up by telling Charles it was that mutant’s final will and if Charles wasted it, his soul could never rest in peace.
The operation was a success. As Hank watches Charles carefully taking his steps like a toddler, once again he swallows the gnawing guilt of lying to his best friend.
It was Erik Lehnsherr’s death wish for the truth to be forever concealed, after all.
Yet, it’s only a matter of time before Charles regains his powers.
In this snippet, Erik was sentenced to death for murdering President Kennedy instead of being imprisoned for life. The government deemed that he was too dangerous to keep alive.
This may or may not be a prequel to “I – Illusion”.
Y – Young (and beautiful)
Erik was young once, and beautiful too, though he always crosses out the latter with a ferocity of a shark sensing blood.
Time has never been merciful.
Now, Erik is old and withered, his once auburn hair all grey, his skin wrinkled and sagged, and he deserves the word “beautiful” no longer.
On the other hand, Charles was, is and will always stay young and beautiful.
In Erik’s mind.
Z – Zero
This a Fate/Stay Night parody and it will make absolutely no sense if you know nothing about Fate/Stay Night or Fate/Zero.
“You’re supposed to be my Master?”
Behind the metal helmet, steel blue eyes bored into Charles’s face as the tall man in the glowing circle looked down on the boy sitting ungracefully on the ground. Though it was windless in the storage, the stranger’s cape was fluttering widely, as if speaking for its master’s impatience for a confirmation from Charles, who was so overwhelmed by the stranger’s presence that his lips were frozen in a straight, albeit trembling line.
Too many things had happened in one short night and Charles really couldn’t be blamed for acting like a genuine half-wit. First, he accidentally witnessed the mortal combat between two bizarrely costumed men. One minute they were trying to kill each other and the next, the more vicious of the duo turned away in the heat of battle to attack Charles. It was a stab through the heart and Charles needed not to be a medical student to tell death was certain. Yet, when he came about, he was perfectly alive. A weird dream, perhaps? Unfortunately, it was no dream; the messy reddish stain on Charles’s cardigan was one proof, another being his assailant’s return to ensure Charles “stay” dead not long after.
It had happened too fast. Charles was running for dear life when this costumed stranger seemingly materialized out of thin air. With a wave of his gloved hand, the stranger easily repelled Charles’s assailant’s attack, sending the spearman out to the yard.
“You’re not a half-wit, aren’t you?”
Steel blue eyes squinted dangerously and it took all Charles’s courage not to squirm under such intense gaze.
A sharp pain bit the back of his hand and when all eyes looked down, they both saw a three-pieced glowing tattoo.
The stranger’s gaze softened with a hint of smugness.
“That answers me. But, mark my words…”
He was speaking with German accent, Charles noticed, which oddly added more authority to what he was about to say.
“I may fight with you but I don’t take any forms of mastership you attempt on me.”
“Of course you don’t,” Charles blurted out, too confused to grasp the meaning behind his savior’s “fight” and “mastership”.
He spared no second for Charles and floated gracefully to the yard, to Charles’s assailant.
Charles’s baby blue eyes widened at the sight of every single metal objects in the vicinity spring from their place and fly toward the stranger. As they were flying, they melted and formed pointed projectiles to rain down the spearman.
Charles could only hold his breath and stared silently at the unusual display of power.
“The hell with this witchcraft? Are you Caster?”
The spearman roared, spinning his blood-red spear to deflect the projectiles. Despite his dexterity of his spear, some were still able to penetrate his defense to wound him.
Blood made the spearman’s red eyes glow and his sharp canine visible, his handsome features marred with bestial rage.
Charles saw a smirk creep up his savior’s lips before with a wave of his hand, he turned the spearman’s beloved weapon to its master’s heart.
The spearman’s body crumpled in a haze, leaving not a trace left on where he had been standing and fighting. Metal projectiles lying uselessly on the battered ground were the only proof that there had been a fight between supernatural beings.
Charles’s savior lifted his metal helmet, his short, auburn hair gently played by the wind. Soft moonlight outlined his features as he turned around and meet Charles in the eyes. Upon seeing his savior’s face for the first time, the boy’s breath got stuck in his throat.
“In this era, I go by the name Archer. But I prefer, Magneto.”
Fate/Stay Night’s fateful encounter parodied by Charles Xavier as Emiya Shirou and Erik Lehnsherr/ Magneto/ Archer as Saber.
Archer class probably suits Erik the best due to this class’s Independence Skill (the ability to act independently without the Master). Oh, thanks to the X-Men franchise, Servant Erik Lehnsherr gets a huge stat boost.
Erik’s Noble Phantasm is his own mutation and he can manipulate most other Servants’ weapons, except weapons made from other-worldly material like Gil’s Ea, Arturia’s Excalibur or Lancelot’s Aarondight. I imagine that Erik can pull something similar to Gil’s Gate of Babylon or Emiya’s Unlimited Blades Work if he has enough metal.