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undiscovered-horizon · 1 year

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🫀REQUESTS ARE OPEN🫀

Imagine Charles and Erik trying to (unsuccessfully) recruit you for X-men

A/N: this is a draft from THREE YEARS AGO. I was reminded of its existence only because Draft.ai is being taken down and I got an e-mail reminding me to download my files.

The sound of the gun's hammer being pulled back filled the quiet night. The metal weapon glistened in the moonlight. It was held by a trembling hand although it belonged to a man of certainty.

"Who are you?" Charles asked. It was quite visible that he had very little experience with firearms. The shaky muzzle pointed to a figure in the dark. Given his lack of expertise and visible nervousness, there was no chance he could actually shoot them. "What do you want?" he raised his voice.

You shifted slightly. Throwing off the hood covering your face, you turned around to look at him. The silver moon was behind Charles's back and so its light brightened up your tired face. You stared down the barrel of the gun but it elicited no worry from you; it seemed that despite both of you knowing he had no chance of seriously hurting you, neither of you was willing to openly admit that yet.

"Who are you?" he asked again. Although cursed with the ability to control and read minds, he had poor control of his own.

"It would be funnier if I thought you could actually shoot me," you spoke up.

"And what makes you think I won't?" Charles gritted through his teeth.

A dry chuckle escaped your lips. It nearly seemed pathetic how much he tried to put a brave face on but clearly couldn't. Charles knew what you were, of course, and yet he was desperate to imitate the courage that ignorance would have given him. It was one of those cases when lack of knowledge truly was blissful.

"I know you, I've watched you." You slowly moved towards him. The cold wind nipped at your skin." Violence disgusts you. You're curious about who I am, so why would you shoot? Vivisection doesn't seem to be your style."

Charles let out a shaky breath. Seeing as you were unmoved by his poor facade, his nervousness visibly grew. He took his other hand to support the gun. Despite that, the barrel was hardly pointing at you.

"Besides, your gun is loaded with blank bullets. Even a full round won't kill me."

Charles furrowed his eyebrows, clearly surprised that you would somehow know that. At that moment of his confusion, you kicked his wrist and caught the gun. While looking Charles in the eyes, you released the magazine and threw both parts in the mud.

"You were looking for me, I heard," you continued. If you wanted your peace, you had to see this little lark through.

"You heard me?" Charles asked quietly in a breathy tone. It was something new to him - you weren't supposed to know. As far as he knew, it wasn't your power.

A scoff left your mouth. "You really thought your toy works only one way?"

Gravel crunched a few feet behind you - someone else was present under the moonlight. It wasn't something you didn't expect but it made the situation a little more problematic nonetheless. Whatever you needed to do or say to get them off your back, you had to do it quickly and tactfully as now you were outnumbered.

"I came to give you a warning," you said a little louder to make sure that whoever joined this little conversation could hear you too. "Next time you try to reach me, buy yourself a casket. I don't care about any of your 'mutant war' shit."

"But you're one of us," Charles argued. As if you didn't already consider that side of things! "If the government kills mutants, it means you die too. That's why we need any help we can get."

"Moira…Raven…" you counted aloud. Maybe blackmailing wasn't a great tactic but in your position people tend to grab whatever they can lay their hands on. There had to be something to get Charles Xavier to leave you be. "Which one should I talk to first for you to back off?"

"You wouldn't make it," said a voice behind you. Just by its sound, you knew it belonged to none other but Erik Lensherr.

In a matter of seconds, bullets from the magazine you had thrown away earlier, were pulled up and flying towards you. And as if time slowed down, you dodged the bullets. While making a suspiciously perfectly timed move, a light blue light followed your movements with a slight delay - there was an interesting power at your hands.

"Take it as a warning, you two." It was obvious that the diplomatic part of the evening just came to a close. "I just want to be left alone."

Having said those words, you marched away only to disappear among the treeline, becoming one with the darkness of the cold night.

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seconds-2-midnight · 7 months

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Geigerposting at 1am

"My Atom Bomb" is a serious fic about trauma and grief and isolation and dying alone and the fear of hurting people you love and two damaged people bonding over being treated like burdens all their lives ... but it's also about two nasty, weird little freaks loving each other very much and giggling like fuckin dorks.

#x men oc #toad x oc #toad x geiger #my atom bomb #ao3 fanfic #x men fanfiction #x men fanfic #mortimer toynbee #x men #xmen #your honor she's just a baby goblin #she has the same energy as a neon green bouncy ball from a quarter machine that you take a bite out of #does that make sense?????

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kleenexwoman · 7 months

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@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea made an amazing typo and look what happened

#personal #x men #marvel #x men fanfic #x men first class #x-meh

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bananabrain0 · 2 months

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Ugh that awkward moment when my favorite fanfic of my favorite pairing was written by me 🙄💅🏻

#ororo munroe #logan x men #x men fanfic

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summersnow82 · 7 months

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The Scent of Roses - Part 8

Fanfiction_X-Men

Fictober 2023_Prompt 31: “It’s not your fault.”

Author's note: A kind anon let me know my posts weren't showing up in the tags recently. Here's hoping that'll change. Thanks for sticking with me.

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Sabrina had been right: her class was not ready to discuss And Then There Were None – which was a shame because it’s a phenomenal read. Instead they had questions, concerns, fears to address, and a nasty rumor about Rogue Sabrina intended to nip in the bud immediately.

“Quiet down, quiet down!” She called, gaining her students attention. “Now let’s be clear here – there’s enough bickering outside these mansion walls. It will not happen in my classroom, understood?” The students all reluctantly nodded. “And further more,” she looked directly at Rogue who was staring at her desk a bit too intently. “Rogue did nothing wrong. Rogue.” The young woman looked up, surprised she was being called out so directly. “It’s not your fault. I made a choice, and some of my team were unhappy about it.” She turned to look at the other students, taking the time to meet their eyes. “I made the choice. Me. So if you want someone to blame look right here.”

Sabrina sighed, raking a hand through her hair. She hadn’t had time to put it in a French twist or a high ponytail like she preferred. She’d barely had time to grab a suitable outfit, but the blue and white polka dot midi dress with a flared skirt, short white gloves, a pale pink cardigan, and navvy ballet flats would have to do for now. She’d deal with her hair later. She moved to the front of her desk, perching on the edge to survey her class. “We’re going to use this class to talk about your concerns with this cure. Your hopes, your fears, all of it. So,” she stood, flashing them a smile, “let’s move these desks into a circle, shall we?”

….

His political appointment as Secretary of Mutant Affairs left Hank with little free time, and for this reason he’d resigned as a full time teacher at Xavier’s school. Still, when he was home he would often take three or four students under his wing for mentoring and academic expansion. Charles had also given him a small drama class to conduct, which oftentimes paired with Jean’s public speaking class. He’d yet to speak to Charles about his news from the President, and to his credit, the older man had let Hank marinate in his thoughts without prompting. But he’d had his cup of coffee – more than one, actually – and time to mull over a number of rising concerns and issues, and now he needed to find his old friend.

And probably take care of some hygiene issues on the way. He glanced down at his rumpled clothes and grimaced.

Xavier’s school had a number of classrooms, but not all of them were presently being used. Several teachers had resigned or left, which wasn’t uncommon. Hank and Sabrina had both left at one point or another, as had Warren and Kurt. Logan consistently behaved as if the front door were a revolving door. Their staff numbers were currently lower than ever, and many teachers were taking on several classes to make sure the students educational needs were being met. Logan was tackling history and shop class; Jean had genetics and public speaking; Sabrina was teaching English while acting as the guidance counselor; Storm had environmental sciences and art; Scott had mathematics and physical education; and the Professor was teaching ethics and psychology. Each adult was part of a rotation for the Danger Room training for the older students, and they were always paired up differently. Hank would need to check his schedule again and see if he needed to trade shifts.

His thoughts consumed him as he headed towards his room, and he didn’t realize he was passing Sabrina’s classroom until he was walking by the doorway. His eyes tracked the way her hair fell around her shoulders, how her eyes lit up as she spoke to her students, and how her lips always seemed to have a touch of a smile as she engaged with them. “All these feelings and thoughts are completely valid, guys,” she said, looking around the room. “We’re in uncharted waters, but I promise you there’s no one better to navigate this than Professor Xavier and Dr. McCoy. You have the best of the best looking out for you.”

Hank couldn’t help himself. He turned on his heel, propped himself up in the classroom doorway, and crossed his arms across his broad chest. “Do you really think so, Professor Snow?” His deep baritone made everyone look his way, but none looked more startled than Sabrina herself. She hadn’t realized she had an audience for her class. A chorus of cheers went up from the students – Hank was arguably one of the more popular teachers at Xavier’s school – and with his political position he was currently a hot topic on campus. Hank regarded the students warmly before turning his attention back to Sabrina. “I apologize, Professor Snow. I didn’t mean to crash your class.” He held her gaze as he spoke, watched her take a deep breath before she forced a smile.

“Nonsense. You’re always welcome here.” Her tone told him he was actually not welcome at all, and a few of the students exchanged glances.

“Professor Snow, can Dr. McCoy join our conversation, too?” Kitty Pryde asked, glancing between the two of them. The younger woman was notably observant and direct.

Sabrina faltered for a moment, but then her mouth quirked up in a small smile. “Of course, Kitty. But I’m sure Dr. McCoy has many pressing items on his schedule. He probably doesn’t have the time.” She shot him a look that expressly told him to take the out she was offering. Instead, he all but smirked, pushing away from the door jamb and striding into the classroom like the cat who ate the canary. With amazing ease and grace he leapt in the air, somersaulted over the students heads, and came to stand next to Sabrina who was perched on her own desk.

“I’m never too busy for you,” he said to the class, but his eyes were on Sabrina’s. There wasn’t much she could do in front of the students without causing a scene; Hank knew it, she knew it, and he intended to take full advantage. “Now,” he said, projecting his voice and turning to face the kids. “What would you like to know?”

A number of hands shot up, and Hank chuckled. “What about you, Bobby?”

The younger man lowered his hand almost reluctantly, then said, “Are you going to get the cure, sir?”

Hank should’ve expected it, but he’d been too busy showboating and teasing Sabrina to consider the ramifications of this very serious topic. He probably looked as stunned as he felt, and for just a ghost of a moment Sabrina placed her gloved hand on his arm. “Bobby, that’s a very personal question,” she said gently.

“Yeah, but it kind of matters, right?” Kitty said. “I mean, if the teachers we’re learning from are considering getting it then maybe there’s some merit to it.”

Hank drew his mouth in a tight, firm line, and glanced over at Sabrina. “That’s a very good point, Kitty,” he said, rubbing his jaw. “If I’m being honest, I’ve thought of it, yes. I suppose every mutant with a visible mutation has considered it. It can be difficult when you can’t pass for a human. However,” he raised a finger. “There is still much we do not know about this so called cure. Will it last? Are there side effects? What else might it do to us?” He stepped away from the desk into the center of the desk-formed circle. “This cure has been released without – to our knowledge – long term testing, and perhaps questionable methods. I have been tasked with answering these questions, and more, and I will be leaving in a few days time to do just that.” He turned back to Sabrina, all seriousness and sincerity now. “I was hoping you might accompany me, Miss Snow. A talent like yours could prove invaluable to our team, and you have the credentials to back you up.” Sabrina’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open for a moment before she clamped it shut. He gave her a small, genuine smile. “Something to consider, of course.”

More hands shot up in the air. Hank took his time answering a number of them, some technical, some incredibly simple, but all important to the students before him.

“What if they come for us here?” A young girl by the name of Jenna asked. Jenna was relatively new to the school, and still finding her voice, figuratively and literally.

The room got very quiet, and Hank rose to his full height. “Then I assure you, dear girl, that would be a most grave error on their part.”

“Professor Snow?” Rogue had been quiet for most of the class, but now she raised her eyes and looked Sabrina in the eye. “Are you going to get the cure?”

Hank turned to see Sabrina take a deep breath, let it loose, and hop down from her perch. She moved around the desk to the black board and began writing. “Anthony Smalls. Three years old. Taken from his home for a million dollar ransom.” Her hand moved quickly as she spoke, the clack-clack of the chalk the only sound other than her voice. “Violet Henries. Six years old. Taken from her school to sway a jury. Jonathan Edwards. Three months old. Taken by a jealous ex-wife. Julietta Gonzalez. Twelve years old. Taken for trafficking. Robert Sweat. Thirteen years old. Also taken for trafficking.” She continued on with a list of names and ages accompanying them with a reason for the kidnapping. The class was quiet as she worked, and Hank watched her as a new level of comprehension descended upon him.

Sabrina didn’t stop talking until the chalkboard – at least what she could reach of it – was filled with names. She turned back to the class. “These aren’t even half of the children I’ve been able to return to their homes and families alive because of my abilities. Another dozen were found postmortem, and the ability to bring their loved ones home offered the families a sense of closure.” She put the chalk down, dusted off her hands, and walked around her desk. She removed her gloves as she did so, securing them in her dress pockets. “I cannot touch anything or anyone,” her finger trailed over a desk causing her eyes to faintly glow. “Without taking something away. Memories, thoughts, emotions. In some cases, even talents and abilities. This makes relationships difficult.” She brushed by Hank as she spoke, and he tracked her path with curious eyes. “I walk into a room and I immediately can sense the atmosphere. This makes crowds difficult. I can’t go to concerts or movies on opening night or many special events. But I can assess danger quickly, read a person’s intentions, and bring children home to their families. Our lives as mutants are not easy ones; I know Professor Xavier has drilled this into you in his Ethics class. Oftentimes what we think is a curse is actually a gift. Maybe not for us, but for someone else.” She pointed at the chalkboard. “If I can do that, what can you do?” She turned to Rogue. “I won’t be getting the cure, no matter how much I might be tempted. Someone has to keep the real monsters at bay.”

#fictober23 #fictober #fictober 2023 #my fics #ao3 fanfic #x men fanfic #hank mccoy #kelsey grammer #sabrina snow #the scent of roses #rogue #kitty pryde #iceman #my ocs #hank mccoy x original female character #fanfiction #fanfic

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gremlinsinthegarden · 6 months

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It's so hard to find X-men fics on Ao3. Do you mean the 00s movies, the alternate universe movies, Logan (wherever that fits in), the 90s TV show, the teen TV show, the Gifted? Or did you mean the comics? Because we've got at least 10 separate realities going on in that crazy mess. Are you shipping Rogue/Logan from the comics where she's an adult, or the movies while she's underage, or pick and choose? Which Wolverine origin story are we going with? Is Deadpool around? Is there an Avengers crossover? Is Magneto a villian or a hero? Whose team are the characters on?

There's just so many variations and they're all canon. Ao3 just wasn't built to handle that sort of nonsense. So I search and search and try to find the weirdly specific thing I want to read that probably doesn't exist and I don't know enough about the X-men multiverse to feel confident about writing my own story.

#endrant

#x men #ao3 #fanfiction #x men fanfic #multiverse #That fandom is a mess #rant

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thequiver · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday - 11.Oct.2023

From my current WIP: Living a Nightmare in the Darkness of the Soul (aka David's Teddy Bear fic)

David greets them at the door, grinning from ear to ear. “You got him!” Kevin raises an eyebrow. “He took a nap in my apartment while I was at work.” David shrugs, ushering them inside. “Quit your job then Kev, I don’t know what to tell you.” “Did Kurt help you decorate?” Nate asks. “It’s cute.” David fidgets a bit where he stands, floating slightly above the floor. “Uhm…so about the house.” Nate sighs. “I am only going to ask you this once. Did you steal a house?” “No.” David looks thoroughly annoyed to have been accused of that. “It’s my old house.” “YOU WERE A HOMEOWNER?” Kevin blurts out, nearly dropping the frame in his hand. “I was eight.” David groans. “It was my mom’s house….provided to us by the government because she was an ambassador. I just ...recreated it how I remembered it.” Kevin frowns. “But why?” “It was the last time I was really happy I guess? I had a normal life and was just focused on what Papa and I would get up to while Mom was at meetings.” “Davey, I’m sure you were a great kid and all- but if I was your girlfriend I’d break up with you.” Kevin says, in an almost mocking slowness.

#wip wednesday #writing #fanfiction #xmen fanfiction #x men fanfic #david haller #nate grey #kevin mactaggert

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genderfluid-scribbles · 1 year

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//Have a Felicity, my X-Men OC, who can be found both here and at @felicity-xavier.

//She's roughly 17 years old here, before all hell broke loose during the events of "Days of Future Past"

#my art #xmen #xmen oc #xmen fanfiction #xmen fanfic #x men #x men oc #x men fanfiction #x men fanfic #x men days of future past #xmen days of future past #days of future past #xmen dofp #dofp #x men dofp

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countrymusiclover · 6 months

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Two - We're not Alone

Battle of the Mind and Heart

Part 3

Tags - send me a ask to be added @aintinacage @mostlymarvelgirl

Erik and I had left and traveled to another spot where he had gotten information on some more Nazi’s that were still alive. I didn’t agree with what he was doing but I somewhat understand why he was so frustrated and wanted blood. Walking through the hot streets he opened the door and let me inside first. “How much longer are we going to do this, Lehnsherr?”

“You can leave anytime you want.” He responded reaching for the door handle not saying another word until we were inside the bar.

“Afternoon, gentlemen. Hot out there.” Erik sat down on a barstool hanging his white hat and jacket on a hook. “Beer, please. German bear. Of course.”

“Yes, it’s bitburger. You like it?” One of the men that was wearing a yellow shirt responded by eyeing me with a smirk on his face. “You got yourself quite a fine lady there.”

Shifting around on my barstool I corrected the man. “Oh no. We’re not together.”

“Well then maybe I can buy you another round.” He suggested with a cocky smile.

Erik turned around putting one hand on my hip and I could tell that his grip was more intense than it should have been. “Don’t lie to the men, darling. She’s just trying to be nice, gentleman.”

“I-“ I started to say something but decided against it.

“What brings you to Argentina?” Erik picked up his beer, drinking it slowly before he asked the two men sitting at the table.

“The climate. I'm a pig farmer.” One guy wearing yellow drank his beer.

The other guy in a white shirt spots up. “Tailor. Since I was a boy. My father made the finest suits in Dusseldorf.”

“My parents were from Dusseldorf.” Erik got to his feet and went sitting down at the table with the pair.

The white shirt man asked. “Ah. What was their name?”

“They didn't have a name. It was taken away from them…” The mutant who could control metal raised his beer glass and clinked it with each of theirs. “By pig farmers...And tailors.”

Raising my glass to my mouth I took a long drink being able to feel the tense that was in the bar. The bartender stared at me silently while I tapped the fingers of my freehand on the table. “Three…two…one.” I mumbled under my breath glancing over my shoulder seeing him turn over his arm and show the pair the nazi numbers they gave him.

The man that wore a yellow shirt moved his freehand downward where I clicked my tongue. “Tsk not smart dude.” He attempted to stab Erik but he managed to grab the blade and hold his arm down on the table with his other hand.

“Blood and honor.” Erik glared at the man, reading the words engraved on the blade. “Which would you care to shed first?”

The man whispered back. “We were under orders…”

Erik declared stabbing the man in the hand and he screamed, alerting the bartender to rush to the back and come back with a handgun. “Blood then.”

“Freeze, asshole.”

The other guy got to his feet telling the bartender. “Come on, shoot.”

Downing the rest of my beer I quickly moved behind the bartender who didn’t have enough time to stop me. Raising my hands to the sides of his head my hands turned red and he winced sharply. “Argh!”

Erik used his power making the guy move the handgun and pulled the trigger on the other guy who was standing. “Nice trick, Shaw girl.”

“You know my name, Lehnsherr!” I grumbled removing my hands from the man’s head when he still held his head and lowered himself to his knees while I stood behind him.

He didn’t respond at first and rather focused on the men. The knife left the guy's hand and stabbed the bartender in the gut. Then it came back into Erik’s hand and he stabbed the blade into the Nazi’s hand again. The man screamed, whimpering. “Who... what are you?”

“Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster.” Erik ran a hand through his hair getting up and standing in front of the picture of my father before he turned around and shot the guy still alive at the table. “And I'm looking for my creator.”

Bending myself down on a knee I noticed the handgun that had fallen to the floor. Picking it up the bartender was crying with blood before I held the weapon out for Erik. “Here you do it. I’m not going to kill somebody.”

“You’re infuriating, Addison.” He takes it from my smaller hand compared to his larger one.

He turned slightly to the guy with the knife in his hand and he fired the trigger causing me to cover my ears when the weapon went off. “Say that about yourself - ah!”

Heading towards the door I ran my hands over the fabric of the gray short sleeve shirt I wore. I had paired it with some Jeans and some brown boots. Tying my hair up in a ponytail since it was so hot there. Exiting the bar I almost made it to the car trying to open the door but it shut the second I got it opened. “Seriously, what are you five or something?”

“I’m the same as you. But you seem to be acting like one right now. You refuse to accept that you aren’t cut out for this and you won’t tell me what your power truly is.” He rolled his eyes.

Throwing my arms away from my sides I snapped. “Maybe because you haven’t proven you are trustworthy!”

“I have been letting you tag along with me this whole time who could have killed you a long time ago.” The German man snapped at me. “So what are you bringing to this partnership?”

Flaring my nose I huffed not wanting to hear another snarky remark from him. “How about you tell me, Metal man cause from where I stand I haven’t been much help to your mission.”

“I would say it’s because I enjoy your company but that wouldn’t be true.” Erik smirked down dryly. Yet unknown to either of them at the time that would be so close to the truth that we wouldn’t believe it later down the road.

Showing him the finger I just started stomping away not being able to stand his face anymore. “Goodbye Erik Lehnsherr. Hopefully your revenge plan is worth it!”

“What if I helped you find out why your mother left.” He blurted out causing me to halt in my boots. Slowly focusing my attention back to him I formed my hands into fists at my sides just staying still for a brief moment.

My father would never talk about my mother. I just knew that she left when I was younger. So finding out why was really important to me. She was just as valuable as Erik’s mother was to him, so how could I refuse. “If I help you find my father then you’ll find out what happened to my mother.”

“Yes, I will.” He vowed with those deep eyes of his that I sometimes found myself getting lost in. All the while I had to fight myself and not imagine what it would be like to kiss him or how attractive he was.

It was a few weeks before we had traveled to the most current location that my father was supposed to be at. It was a boat somewhere in America. Erik had slipped on a diving suit and I had one on as we snuck onto the boat. Hiding around the corner Erik drew a knife moving around the corner about to strike my father until there was a blonde woman with him that turned to glass and he held his head in pain. “Little Erik lensherr.”

The blonde declared. “He's here to kill you.”

“What kind of a greeting is that...After all these years?” My father tilted his head upwards, being able to sense that someone else was there with them. “It's rude to join a conversation, Addison.”

Slowly coming around the corner I clasped my hands together in front of me. “Hello father.”

Erik grabbed the knife from inside his suit and launched it towards Shaw's chest. But the blonde that quickly turned her body into crystal grabbed it. She ran forward and threw him over the side of the ship. “Erik!”

“Emma. We don't harm our own kind.” My father taunts her.

Emma glanced in my direction. “What about her?”

“She's my daughter. I'm surprised to see you after all this time. How have you been-”

He went to touch my face but I snagged his wrist harshly in my nails and he winced seeing my hand turn red taking some of his power. “Don’t pretend like you care about me now.”

“Ah! What the…you're like me.” He gasped and I could see amazement flash through his eyes until we heard a boat horn coming towards us. “Ah! Now it's a party.”

“This is the US coast guard. Do not attempt to move your vessel. Stay where you are.” Someone from the guard ships called out. There was another mutant working with my father who used wind and drowned some guys on smaller boats who were coming towards our boat.

Noticing the knife on the ground I quickly pick it up seeing Emma and my father have their backs to me. “You can do this, Addi.” I whispered to myself attempting to run up and press the blade to my father’s neck.

Yet the blonde spun around holding me by the throat and I dropped the knife clawing her arm for breath. “Nice try. Which would you prefer? My way or the water.”

“Urgh!” I croaked through the discomfort.

My father grabbed her shoulder. “Let her go, Emma. We need to go.” She launched me over the side of the ship and I hugged my knees to my chest before I got merged into the cold water.

Blinking my eyes open I held my breath hoping someone would figure out that Erik and I were in the water. Looking around I almost gasped seeing a sub coming out the bottom of the ship meaning that my father was getting away. Yet the sub wasn't going far and then my eyes shifted to the end of it and saw Erik swimming and using his power to hold the sub from leaving. Swimming over to him I could see he was having a hard time right before someone jumped down into the water right behind him. “You can't. You'll drown. You have to let go. I know what this means to you, but you're going to die. Please, Erik, calm your mind.”

I held in a gasp hearing someone’s voice inside my mind before he managed to drag Erik up to the surface. Kicking my legs and arms I released a sharp gasp getting my head above water. “Get off me! Get off!” Erik pushed the stranger off of him.

“Calm down! Just breathe. We're here!” The stranger hollered clearly back to the coast guard ships.

Erik gasped, splashing to keep his head above water. “Who are you? “

“My name is Charles Xavier.” The man with brown hair and bright blue eyes introduced himself.

Kicking my legs I eyed Charles as he called himself in awe. “What made you think it was a good idea to jump into freezing water like that?”

“I couldn't let either of you drown. Especially when there was something I could do to rescue you.” He explained with a smile.

The man who said he hated me questioned the man. “You were in my head. How did you do that?”

“You have your tricks, I have mine. I'm like you. Just calm your mind.” Charles said seeing the guard getting closer to the three of us.

Erik breathed out. “I thought I was alone.”

That sentence made me both sad and annoyed at him. ‘What am I invisible or something’ I thought to myself not caring if Charles could read my mind.

“You're not alone. Erik, you're not alone.” Charles declared shifting his attention over to me. “What's your name, love?”

I thought about saying my full name but decided not to. “Addi…Addi Shaw.” The guard ships finally reached us and we all got back on the ship and into some dry clothes. I changed into some dark jeans, some black boots and white sweater. I finished tying only two strands of my hair back with a clip and left the rest down. Charles had introduced me and Erik to a CIA guy and girl. He also had a sister who said her name was Raven but I didn't know her mutation yet. “Welcome to my facility. My mission has been to investigate the application of paranormal powers in military defense.” The CIA man explained when we all got out of the limo car.

Erik corrected the man walking beside Charles. “Or offense.”

“This guy Shaw, schmidt, whatever you want to call him,

He's working with the Russians.” The man kept explaining why he had called us in. “We might need your help to stop him.”

Charles clasped his hands together. “Marvelous. So we're to be the CIA's new mutant division, yes?”

“Something like that.” The CIA responded, leading the others inside and leaving the three of us outside for a moment.

Erik passed, eyeing me silently before Charles raised a brow in my direction, curious. “Addi, I was just wondering what relationship do you have with this guy Shaw?”

“He's my…He’s my father.” I sucked in a breath seeing Charles part his lips in shock, and we didn't say another word and headed inside with the others.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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takenbypeter · 4 months

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Pancakes and Whipped Cream

Hank McCoy x reader

Words: 445

Number 23: “Wait...are you making pancakes? Can I help?" (He seems like the type of person who cooks)

Requested by anonymous in my asks, sorry for taking so long to answer

Hank was a man of many qualities. He was smart, he was funny, he was attractive, he was a wonderful boyfriend. Simply when you thought he could not get any better, he did.

As usual he’s spent the past night in his lab. You didn’t mind, you knew he was a busy man with something always running through that intelligent brain of his.

So like most nights you paid him a final visit for the day and with a small kiss you bid him goodnight, reminding him not to stay up too late, which of course he never listened to.

And just like that you fell asleep alone. Most of the time when you woke up the next morning Hank was there beside you, but this morning you woke up just as you had fallen asleep, alone.

But unlike most mornings, you smelled something. Something yummy. With a quick morning stretch you set off towards the kitchen where of course the smell originated from.

In that kitchen was the culprit, Hank who was standing towards the stove with a frying pan in hand and a plate full of fluffy pancakes beside him.

“Wait…are you making pancakes? What world am I living in?”

“Ha-ha,” he gave a dry laugh to your tease.

You grin, pulling up a stool, “can I help?”

“Absolutely not. This is for you!”

“So what? I can’t help?”

“No.”

You slouched in your seat now bored with having nothing to do.

“I’m practically done anyway,” he said as he placed what seems to be the last pancake on the stack. You quickly grab some plates and syrup and put them on the small table close by.

Hank sets some pancakes on your plate and then his before putting the rest back on the counter.

You pour some syrup to cover the fluffy breakfast and right when you’re about to dig in, Hank stops you.

He gets up and quickly grabs a can of whipped cream from the fridge before spraying it on your pancakes.

“I know this doesn’t make up for the nights that you spend alone…” he sprayed his own pancakes with the whipped cream before setting it down.

So that’s what this was about.

Even though you would tell him you didn’t mind his work time and time again, he still seemed to have a guilty feeling about it.

All you could do was shake your head at his words, “that’s okay this can be a start,” you tease waving a forkful of pancakes and whipped cream before tossing it into your mouth, happy enough.

Hank didn’t know how but he was going to make it up to you, someway.

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kermit-coded · 21 days

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sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine. (3359 words) by kermit_coded Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: X-Force (Comics), X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Julio Richter/Shatterstar Characters: Julio Richter, Shatterstar (Marvel), Julio Richter's Stepmother Additional Tags: POV Julio Richter, Comic: X-Force Vol. 1 (1991), Mexico, Gay Mutant Road Trip, Gay and Mutant in the 1990s, Internalized Homophobia, Canon-Typical Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Canon Queer Relationship, Canon Queer Character of Color, First Time, Getting Together, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Meeting the Parents, Blood and Injury, Explicit Sexual Content, Panic Attacks, Hair Braiding, ric is a little obsessed with star's hair, Nonbinary Shatterstar (Marvel), Its implied, Blood and Gore, Head Injury, showering together, Autistic Shatterstar (Marvel), guess who's projecting their religious trauma again!!, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Underage Drinking Summary: "I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time." . . . . Or, Mexico and everything that happens there.

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practically-an-x-man · 1 year

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Because we were just talking about it, have a pringles OC writing prompt. How about an X-Men one with Peter and Marigold. You probably know them well enough by now but there's always Mari's toyhouse.

(sentence/dialogue prompt)

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up sentences when you look at me like that,"

If you need more lmk but also no pressure

Sorry it took me so long to get around to this! It took me forever to come up with something good with this prompt, and admittedly I was a little worried that I wouldn't get Mari right. Weirdly, she was harder to write then Arith and Iriel, even though you've got so much more written for her.

But anyway, I hope this is cute! It's about 1.4k words, definitely not my longest piece of writing, but I think it's fun. Oh, and here's a song that'll be important as you read.

If there was one thing you could count on Peter Maximoff for (aside from saving lives and cracking terrible jokes), it was his taste in music. He’d been suggesting the karaoke night for weeks, but it was only when a karaoke machine mysteriously appeared in the rec room that he was able to put it into motion.

“You paid for that, right?” Marigold asked, eyeing the hunk of silver and black plastic as her partner fiddled with it. Peter twisted over his shoulder to look at her. His dark eyes were sparkling with a familiar mischievous light, and she knew the answer before he even said it.

“Sure,” he said with a shrug, though a smile kept twitching at the corners of his lips. Marigold sighed.

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” she said, “Eventually someone’s going to realize it’s you.”

“Psh,” he replied, looking amused, “I’m too good. They couldn’t catch me if they tried. And anyway, I’ll give it back tomorrow. I just need it for tonight.”

“Alright,” Mari agreed. She couldn’t say she had the cleanest record herself (it came with the territory of being an X-Man), but she figured there were worse things than just borrowing it for the night. Besides, it was a Monday - who goes out for karaoke on a Monday? They probably wouldn’t even miss it.

“Do you need help setting it up?” she asked instead, taking a few steps closer and crouching beside Peter as he kept working on the machine. He thought for a second.

“No, I think I’m okay.” he said, “But we could test it out. Gotta make sure it works before tonight.”

“What song?”

“Let’s see what’s in there,” Peter answered. He pressed a button on the side of the machine, and a CD port slid open. There was already a disc in there (Willie Nelson - yikes), but Peter plucked it out and set it on top of the machine. He leaned back on his heels, fingers drumming restlessly on his knees over the span of a few heartbeats.

“Alright, I’ve got it.” he said suddenly, then disappeared in a flash of silver. He was back almost before Mari realized he’d gone, and dropped another CD into the port with eager, excited movements.

“What’d you pick?” Marigold asked, trying to spot the label on the CD as it slid into the karaoke machine. She couldn’t quite pick it out in time.

“Stevie Nicks.” Peter answered with a grin, fighting to untangle the microphone wires. Mari smiled. He knew that was one of her favorites.

Peter bounced up to his feet, holding out a hand to her. Marigold took it and let him pull her up to her feet, accepting the microphone he handed to her. He held a second one up in front of his face.

“Testing, testing, one-two-” he started, then winced at the burst of noise that spewed through the speakers, “Shit, that’s too-”

He darted over and twisted the volume knob, grateful when the echo faded from the room. Tentatively, he lifted the microphone back up.

“Test?” he repeated, a little quieter that time, “Okay, good, that’s better. Try yours.”

Marigold lifted up her microphone, wincing a little at the smell of metal and old beer that clung to it.

“Did you get this from a bar?” she asked, forgetting that she was supposed to be testing the microphone. Peter reached out and lowered the volume before her voice could boom through the speakers.

“Yeah?” he replied, tilting his head at her, “Where else do you do karaoke?”

“I thought you took it from a RadioShack or something.” she answered, giving a sidelong look to the microphone in her hand. She knew it wasn’t exactly unclean, but there was something about it, and the thought that so many other hands had touched it before her, that made her skin crawl. It even felt a little sticky, but that might’ve just been her imagination.

Peter must have noticed her expression, because his eyebrows furrowed. A moment later, he’d zipped away again, only to return right in front of her. He had a Clorox wipe in one hand. The other reached for the microphone.

“Here, let’s wipe it off,” he said.

“You read my mind,” Marigold responded gratefully, “Be right back. I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

When she returned, feeling much better after scrubbing the unpleasant bar-smell residue off her hands, Peter was wiping down his own microphone as well. When he’d finished with that, he ran the Clorox wipe over the front of the karaoke machine, over all the buttons and knobs, then tossed it in the trash and wiped off his hands on the front of his shirt.

“Alright.” he said, “Better?”

“Much better,” she agreed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” He handed her the microphone once again - this time it had the pleasant if chemically lemon-smell of the Clorox wipe - then crouched down to start the song. They were greeted to soft strains of acoustic guitar, mingled with a light music-box chiming. Mari smiled as she came in with the first lyrics.

“Is love so fragile and the heart so hollow?” she sang, feeling a little self-conscious at first. She got over it quickly. There was nobody in the room but her and Peter, what was there to be embarrassed about? “Shatter with words, impossible to follow.”

From her right, she caught Peter’s eyes. She saw nothing but soft affection on his face for a moment, until he realized she was looking at him. That gentle expression was quickly replaced with teasing as he stuck his tongue out at her. Marigold rolled her eyes but kept singing.

“You’re saying I’m fragile, I try not to be,” she continued, “I search only for something I can’t see.”

Despite herself, she found her eyes straying over to Peter again. And again, she caught a flash of something warm across his face… and then he crossed his eyes at her. Mari laughed before she could stop herself.

“Stop distracting me!” she demanded, pointedly turning her eyes away from him before she could miss the next line in the song, “I have my own life, and I am stronger than you know.”

“I’m not distracting you!” Peter insisted, “I’m just looking at you! Am I not allowed to look at you?”

She elected to ignore him.

“But I carry this feeling,” Marigold sang, “When you walked into my-” She made the mistake of turning around, and found her partner giving her the goofiest expression he could muster - teeth bared, eyes bugged out, like he was doing his best impersonation of a dollar-store Halloween mask. Mari couldn’t help it. She broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Stop that!” she laughed, reaching out to push lightly at his shoulder.

“Stop what?” Peter fired back, grinning wide enough to make dimples crease his cheeks.

“Quit smiling at me!” Marigold insisted, “I can’t stop messing up sentences when you look at me like that!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Peter said, lifting his palms in surrender.

“You’re making faces!”

“What faces? Mare-bear, this is just my face!”

“Mare-bear,” she repeated, giving him a look even as she tried to hold back her own laughter, “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ah, you love me.” he teased, then added, “Mare-bear.”

“Stop it!” Marigold laughed, smiling so hard it hurt.

“You do!”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” he repeated, “What, singing karaoke got me bumped down to maybe status?”

“No, ‘Mare-bear’ got you bumped down to maybe status.” she fired back, though the threat didn’t hold much meaning when she still couldn’t pull the smile off her face.

“Then I’ll just have to win you back with my incredible singing,” Peter said, lifting the microphone to his lips with a flourish, “Careful, Mari, I’m irresistible.”

“Maybe.”

“Again with the ‘maybe’!” he blurted, then shrugged and shot her a wink, “You’ll see.”

With all his teasing, he almost missed his entrance to the song, but he recovered quickly enough.

“You in the moonlight, with your sleepy eyes,” Peter sang, reaching out a hand like he was an overly-dramatic actor in a music video, “Would you ever love a man like me?”

He turned to face her, giving her his best romantic look as he kept singing. Marigold just scrunched her nose at him, then stuck out her tongue. Peter barked out a laugh, his dark eyes brightening even as he missed his cue for the next lyric.

“Uh- When I walked into your house, I knew I’d never want to leave,” he corrected quickly, but Marigold was already grinning.

“See?” she teased, triumphant, “I messed you up!”

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