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Can we talk about how everyone, Raven especially, sees Charles as this naïve, arrogant and credulous man who hopes for the betterment of the world while being “ignorant” to its faults when in reality if anything he is the LEAST naïve one of them all.
He’s had to grow up and deal with the weight of hearing everyone’s most violent, disturbing, disgusting and innapropriate thoughts and yet he STILL has hope. That’s the complete opposite of ignorant if I’ve ever seen it. He may have unrealistic expectations when it comes to bigotry and equality and all that but how can one still have hope for a world when he sees just how hopeless its society is on a basis?
There was a holiday fic collection I read where on Father’s Day (ode to his comic backstory) he found himself in his fathers study telling Erik about how his father had passed. In this adaptation it was suicide, talking about how he could feel nothing inside the body, the mind, but complete emptiness. It went into how both of them know just as well as the other how deep and harmful the darkness that can encompass one can grow to be. How Charles’ darkness and grief and negative intrusive thoughts could be worse than Erik’s, if anything rival it. Everyone in the original movie series sees Charles as this hopeful, ignorant man wanting to change the word and its ideologies himself, and it pains me that so many people see and write Charles as this truly (in Erik’s own words) naïve man, when in reality he’s the most aware one can be of the humans and society as a whole’s, faults.
This also goes into Charles is powerful as FUCK and could kill anyone in a split second at the stop of a heartbeat but rarely if ever uses that ability. Raven accusing Charles of so much in Dark Phoenix, along with Hank, later, truly breaks me because he’s always been looking out for everyone and never does anything for his own gain.
(Fic is the Father’s Day one in Holiday Fic collection by luninosity on ao3)
Thanks for listening to my daily Cherik rant.
#charles xavier#cherik#erik lehnsherr#xmen#x men first class#professor x#magneto#Charles Xavier deserves everything#both Charles and Erik had a point#can these sad men get one happy ending
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My Idea for a Live-Action X-Men Movie...
Thinking... how can we introduce the X-Men into live action, whether through movie, tv show, limited series, etc. ... and I have an idea.
Let's start in media res.
Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted has been active for the past few years, however with a small class size of seven. Scott. Jean. Bobby. Hank. Warren. Alex. Lorna. Despite only consisting of seven students, due to Xavier's wealth he has been able to keep his school open and thriving since the beginning.
However that has changed as the size of his class has dropped from seven to one after a botched mission led to the capture of his students save one, Scott Summers.
And the opening scene is Xavier sitting in his mansion, worried, waiting, until Scott kicks his door down, tells them his team is gone, and passes out due to exhaustion.
We then pick up on our narrator for the movie, the character whose eyes we will be seeing the entire movie take place through, stepping off a plane and into JFK airport...
Ororo Munroe. Storm.
She had travelled from her home in Africa seemingly on a whim, as if drawn there by fate, and - unsure where to go or what to do next - she goes to a nearby bar to make her next plan.
Who should happen to sit next to her but a short, hairy man in a cowboy hat and a thick, Canadian accent?
Ororo, meet Logan. They do not hit it off.
She does happen to hit it off with the soft spoken Russian man who is reading poetry at the other end of the bar - Piotr Rasputin - and the bartender, a Native American man - James Proudstar - who wasn't supposed to be working that day but traded shifts with his roommate.
While they are all gathered there they hear a voice in their heads and turn around to see Charles Xavier, a man they all recognize and all soon realize is the reason they are now gathered together in this bar. At first they all want to leave but Xavier implores them to at least first hear him out, which they agree to do, but he tells them he won't start until the final member of their group is here.
Cue shouts and gunfire as Kurt - Nightcrawler - runs, leaps, and teleports across the airport in all his blueness.
Xavier manages to calm the crowd however not before one of the security guards manages to call in that the threat is a mutant and it's a race to grab Kurt before reinformcements arrive. But wouldn't you know it the group is not the best team yet and the reinforcements do arrive in the form of Sentinels.
It seems like all hope is lost when, out of nowhere, a stray quartz-colored beam blows one of the Sentinels apart and allows the group a moment to escape. They regroup in Xavier's car, which had been where Scott was waiting while Xavier gathered the others.
They return to the mansion where Xavier explains what happens to his team, that they were responding to a mutant in distress on an island that had ultimately been a trap - with only Scott escaping. The group has been gathered together to help Xavier and Scott rescue their teammates.
It's mostly a resounding no. Piotr would rather be at home on the farm. James has to go searching for a new job since he undoubtedly got fired from the bar for leaving during shift hours. Logan is "not a team player" and believes that the team is most likely dead anyway. Kurt is game but he is also "not the best fighter".
Ororo also agrees to help.
That surprises everyone. She says that while the circumstances that brought them together were underhanded, she cannot sit idly by while innocent people, people like her with a mutant gene, are in danger. Not just those on the island, who they are tasked with rescuing, but around the world especially since Sentinels have become standard issue around the world. While she does not see herself being a full-time member, she knows that the team Xavier had protected mutants like them from these threats and, with them gone, who will protect their community now?
Xavier tells them that, after they help rescue his original team, they would be free to leave and do what they want with their lives as they please.
Piotr is in. So is James. Logan sighs and agrees, "Since I don't want to be the odd one out." They agree to go save the others. Scott says, however, that before they can mount the rescue mission, they need to become a team first - referencing their battle at the airport and how they need to improve.
They agree to train.
Meanwhile, on the island, we see that there is a Master Mold along with Trask and scientists working on creating the next model of Sentinels in their ongoing war against mutants using the captured mutants from Xavier's Academy as test subjects. The scientists are just as much as prisoners as the X-Men, however, as they were led to the island on false pretenses and forced to work for Master Mold who had, unbenknownst to everyone until the final act, had taken over Trask and controls him as a puppet.
A few of these scientists came with their families. One of these families were the Prydes. Katherine Anne Pryde is seen as a non-threat by both Master Mold and Trask, and is able to freely wander the island as well as speak with the prisoners because, since everything is monitored and she is twelve, she cannot do anything to disrupt the mission. We learn from this scene that Master Mold is on the cusp of unveiling a new breed of Sentinel that, using the schematics pulled from Jean's mind, would be able to track mutants anywhere without needing to be called in. It was luck that the X-Men arrived on their island, fell into their trap.
Meanwhile back in Westchester, NY, this new team of X-Men are having a hard time at coming together to work as a team, which is making Scott mad. He and Logan almost come to blows if not for Piotr stepping between them to break things up. They both step away to cool off.
Ororo decides to speak with both of them. First, she goes to Scott, and tells him that he is not being a good leader. They have a heart to heart where he confesses that his friends are his family, and Jean... he has a lot riding on this being a success, and this is as new to him as it is new to them. He is not used to working with people he hasn't grown up with. Ororo tells him that he needs to lead from a place of love and courage, and not fear. Then, she goes to find Logan to see that he is brushing off Kurt rather coldly and Ororo does not wait to take him to task on his loner attitude. They clash a bit before Ororo tells him to get his act together or just leave, as it shouldn't matter to him what they think if he really doesn't care.
They all agree to do another training session, only they never get the chance as Xavier tells them it is now or never as there was a spike of pain from the same island his first team was lost, and that cannot mean anything good. The heroes go to get suited up and fly to the island base.
Master Mold is ready to create his new breed of Sentinels and it looks like they are a success, as they have been fitted with new upgrades. He activates a few and they immediately power online with the alert that there is a mutant among them.
All eyes turn to Katherine Anne Pryde. Kitty.
Her father and mother object but are restrained as the Sentinels begin to pursue her, only able to tell her to run before they are knocked out. Kitty runs and manages to escape the Sentinels after discovering her ability to phase through solid matter. The escape is not fullproof as they burst out the bunker in full pursuit. When she reaches the beaches with what looks like no place left to go, the clouds part and reveal the Blackbird jet which Ororo had just exited from and is now flying down to confront the Sentinels she spotted chasing the little girl. The Sentinels sense her power and lock onto her, only to get blasted by lightning and turret fire.
The X-Men land and confront the Sentinels but, unlike at JFK, they are able to work together and take them down. Even Logan finds himself being a team player. They rescue Kitty and she tells them where the prisoners are and also what Master Mold is planning.
The team decides to split up - Scott, Piotr, and James will confront Master Mold while Ororo, Logan, and Kurt follow Kitty to the prison area.
Of course we stay with Ororo because, again, she is who we are relying to guide us through this story.
We get to the prison area and it's Ororo, Logan, and Kurt going HAM on these guards taking them down while Kitty uses her powers to free the X-Men. She manages to get to the main control room and hits the button that releases all the prisoners who do their best to help, despite being weakened from experiments and torture.
We learn from Kitty that there's a prisoner missing, and they admit that it's Jean. She was taken by Trask.
So the group races to the main room where Scott, Piotr, and James are and see a BUNCH of Sentinels on the loose and pure pandemonium. Piotr and James are on the ropes and Scott is putting up his best fight, however just as the group arrives the Sentinels converge and blast him, with a woman across the room watching calling out his name as he 'perishes' (we'll circle back on this later).
Without their leader and shocked, Ororo steps up and takes command, leading the group into battle like she's been doing it all her life against the Sentinels while Kitty and Kurt evacuate the scientists. She cuts across the room almost instantly to get to Trask and Jean where we finally learn that the former has been completely taken over by Master Mold and is now a Sentinel cyborg. They battle it out but it's a tough battle given the numbers they're against until there's a moment where Ororo and Jean are tucked away, shielded from incoming blaster fire from Trask and the Sentinels, when Jean places her hands to the ground and closes her eyes. Ororo asks what she's doing and Jean tells her she's asking for help.
"From who? Xavier only sent us?"
"From the mutant we came here to help in the first place. From the island."
BOOM! We get the reveal that the island. Krakoa, is a mutant and has been weakened by the experiments run on it by Master Mold and the Sentinel. Jean tells the group that they need to let Krakoa 'feed' on a piece of their energy to recupe its strength for it to help them and they all look to Ororo as it's her call, and she says they should do it. They do and the ground rumbles and shakes and we can see the island begin to terraform as it fights back against Master Mold and the Sentinels. It takes out MANY of them while the X-Men pick up the slack on the rest.
Ororo takes on Master Mold/Trask hybrid as the island begins to sink back into the ocean, with Trask, damaged, spouting nonsense. That he is there to save the world, that he is the FUTURE, the INEVITABLE, that the X-Men cannot prevent the world falling apart in the future, that they will be responsible for the apocalypse. However, with a lightning zap and some timely telekinesis, the group escapes back to the Blackbird as the rest of the island has already been evacuated.
The X-Men return to Westchester without Scott and inform Xavier of what happened.
Time moves on. They recover. They mourn. A memorial service is held for Scott. Xavier's original students, Warren, Bobby, Alex, Hank, and Lorna, decide to leave the school afterwards as they believe they need to come at the Sentinel problem another way. They form X-Force.
Xavier comes up to Ororo after the service and asks her to stay on, despite her having no obligation to do so. She watches Logan and Kurt keeping Kitty entertained while Piotr and James speak with her parents, about Kitty staying on at the school and learning from Professor Xavier, and decides that she would like to stay and lead the X-Men. Jean joins them and says that she'd be happy to be on any team Storm is leading, revealing that -of the original students - she is the only one who is staying with the X-Men. The three look out onto the horizon as there are endless possibilities for the X-Men now *play the theme song*
END CREDIT SCENE NUMBER ONE - Magneto watches Xavier's new team of X-Men in action and converses with Mystique, saying that, "If Charles has put together a new team of recruits, we should, too."
END CREDIT SCENE NUMBER TWO - A blonde woman in all white speaks with a raven-haird men with red eyes and a crimson diamond embedded in his head. "You pulled a lot of favors to get him, are you sure he's worth it?" "Believe me. He is." The duo, Emma Frost and Dr. Sinister are looking over the body of Scott Summers, very much NOT DEAD, held in stasis as the camera pans out and reveals the Hellfire Club.
And that would be how we introduce the X-Men, and mutants, into live action movies.
#marvel#mcu#x-men#ororo munroe#wolverine logan#piotr rasputin#kurt wagner#james proudstar#charles xavier#scott summers#jean grey#bobby drake#warren worthington III#hank mccoy#lorna dane#alex summers#krakoa#like personally you HAVE to start with the x-men team that changed EVERYTHING I.E. the team from giant size x-men#love to the core 5 because that was the humble beginnings but we can easily sum their experiences up in like 5 minutes#whereas you take the team from 1975... there's your story#throw in kitty really set yourself up for success and you have a story#however instead of having kitty be our stand-in to guide us through the plot - sorry girl i love you so much - we need it to be ororo#ororo who is having such a MOMENT in pop culture right now AND is dominating as a boss in comics#ororo who DESERVES her flowers#ororo who is the LIGHTNING#like put ororo center stage in the x-men/mutants universe and just let everything unfold#she should be the EYE of the STORM#and also this idea sets up so many other plotlines#you have X-Force which we can then follow in a miniseries#you have the Brotherhood where we can be introduced to ROGUE
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Chapter 13 of Weathered I: FROST is online.
In which Charles has some bad news for one of his team members and Scott has some that make up for them.
#x men#everything after x2 didn't happen sue me#x men original timeline movies#fanfiction#stormys fanfics#professor x#james marsden#editing#xmenart#oh look it's the obligatory chapter#every scott writer likes to indulge in every now and then#also charles xavier is not a nice person oops#bruno mars idly playing in the background#NOBODY LOOK AT ME#THEY HAD ENOUGH DRAMA IN THIS SERIES PART OK#THEY DESERVE SOME HAPPINESS#Scott Summers#Cyclops
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get better ; hobie brown.
track nine of BROKEN MACHINE.
pairing ; hobie brown x spider!cottagecore!reader (gender neutral)
synopsis ; electric guitars and strawberries, leather jackets and quilted skirts, city spiders and cottage spiders. the two of you were perfect for each other.
words ; 5.5k
themes ; fluff, mild angst & action, established relationship (dating)
warnings / includes ; mentions of death, a nightmare/mild panic attack, reader is a mutant on top of being a spider (has the ability to conjure flowers), reader's universe is basically cottagecore universe, pav is there even tho he shouldn't be bcs i wanted to include him, hobie is an amazing bf and affectionately calls reader 'cheeky' :( and a little charles xavier mention bcs <3 the x-men are everything to me
main masterlist.
London was a cold, dreary place. You didn’t belong there, no, sticking out like a sore thumb from the cold, harsh corners of buildings that grazed the clouds and the damp, narrow streets. But you were there anyway, almost as often as you spent time in your own quaint universe, where York was nothing but homey cottages and endless green fields of flowers, strawberries, and farmer’s markets.
You were there for your boyfriend, who cared for the people of the city enough to criticize its leaders—a feat the large portion of the country couldn’t be bothered doing.
Today was a long day of protesting. Inhumane laws were being passed, the government was in shambles, and the PM was a fucking joke. You wanted to be there for him and show him support—it wasn’t your universe, sure, but it was important to you, anyway. Nobody deserved to live in fear of tomorrow.
The two of you made your way back up into Hobie’s dingy little apartment when the sky began to grey with gloomy clouds and cold rain dribbled down dirty rooftops. Hobie slammed the door behind him, the faded Sex Pistols poster loosely tacked on the back warbling with the sudden movement. In turn, you made a bee-line for his bed on the opposite side of the room—really, Hobie’s apartment was just a narrow rectangle, with a cramped bed in one corner, a beaten-up green sofa in another, and the kitchen furthest away from the door. There was another door by the other end that led to the bathroom with cracked mirrors. All the walls were covered with art, posters, random memorabilia, and stickers.
It was a claustrophobe’s nightmare, but it was home to Hobie, which made it your home, as well.
You moaned with relief when you laid down on his thick comforter, shutting your eyes for a moment. Still leaning against the door, Hobie watched you eagle-spread over his bed with a small, amused smile.
He could never get over how funny you looked, surrounded by dark colors and ripped clothes and filthy artwork, when you yourself were the exact opposite—all soft hues and gentle nature and sunshine. Hobie loved that about you. How you were unabashedly so lovely no matter where you were, or what you were doing.
“You falling asleep on me, Cheeky?” he asked, voice lilting with the affectionate pet name, languidly striding over to sit onto the mattress beside you. The bed creaked with protest under the additional weight.
“Mhm,” you hummed in reply, turning your head so you could offer him a tired grin. “Rain always gets me sleepy.”
The silver of his piercings glinted with what little light streamed through his window. “Take a nap, then, yeah? I’ll wake you up for dinner.”
With your final murmur of thanks, Hobie dipped down to sweep the hair away from your face, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead, before standing back up to go fix himself a snack.
Hours later, when you had only begun to twitch with the beginnings of a nightmare, Hobie had gently shaken you awake, beaming at the way your nose wrinkled and your heavy eyes fluttered open to meet his bright ones.
“Rise and shine,” he greeted, smoothing out the creases of the shirt you were wearing. “Well, it’s not really shinin’ out there, innit? Rise and gloom.”
A steaming cup of peppermint tea was pushed into your hands. You didn’t even have to taste it to know that he’d added just the right amount of sugar for you. “Thanks, Hobie,” you mumbled, craning your neck to kiss his cheek.
“Got you somethin’ from the chippie—it’s in the microwave whenever you want it.”
Still groggy, you loosely wound your arms around his neck to tug him into a warm embrace, careful not to spill any of the tea. Half of your body was slung over his legs, the other hanging off the bed. Without hesitation, Hobie’s long arms came around to pull you tighter against him, hugging you close.
“Argh, you’re just too good to me,” you whispered, clutching him tight. “How much was the food?”
“Ah, ah,” he said, pulling away to click his tongue and shake his head. “Don’t worry about it. My shitty universe, my shitty quid.”
With an affectionate roll of your eyes, you pulled away from him. “Alright, well, next time we’re at my place, I’m treating you.”
“Would expect nothing less, Cheeky.”
The two of you shared the microwaved dinner from the chippie together, the large fries nearly burning your tongue and the fish drenched in far too much vinegar for your taste, but the two of you ate it happily regardless.
After the food was cleaned out, you curled up into Hobie’s sofa—which smelled just like the mango perfume you had given to him for his birthday—and brandished the sewing kit you had kept here, hidden beneath the cushions. Your boyfriend took a seat beside you, his guitar situated over his lap and a dull pocket knife gripped in his hand. He took to engraving his initials against its side (and planned on engraving yours right next to it), as you pulled his leather vest closer, stitching one of the patches that had come loose back on.
A comfortable silence stretched over the both of you, like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders. It was only broken by Hobie’s disjointed humming to a song you couldn’t recognize, and the soft pattering of rain outside.
Once he was done with the ‘B’ of his last name, he peered over your shoulder, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “How’s it coming?”
You turned with a sweet smile, one that made Hobie’s chest warm. To him, you were the literal embodiment of sunshine. “All fixed,” you chirped, nudging him slightly. “How’s the guitar?”
“Good as ever. D’you mind if I put your name next to mine?”
Your eyes shone. “Go ahead,” you replied, before reaching down to fish something out of your pocket. “Oh, I totally forgot—I embroidered this for you! Made it from my own synthesized silk ‘n everything.”
It was another patch, about half the size of his palm, depicting a bright red strawberry sitting against an equally vibrant yellow backdrop. A genuine smile flickered over Hobie’s countenance.
“Oh, this is wicked, Y/N! Looks fuckin’ fab,” he exclaimed, leaning closer to inspect all the tiny details. Somehow, his beam grew wider. Hobie situated the patch over an empty spot on his vest. “Could you sew it here?”
You nodded whilst humming an affirmative. A rush of heat pulsed over your face when Hobie leaned down to kiss your cheek, pulling back with an obnoxious mwah.
“You’re a talent, you know that? Thank you.”
It was a few minutes later when you showed him his vest—finally ready and decked out with a multitude of both new and fixed patches. In turn, he showed you your name etched right next to his. Overwhelmed by just how much you loved your boyfriend, every single bit of his punk, anarchist self, you threw yourself into his open arms, hugging him tight. A flower appeared behind his ear, and he pinched it between two fingers, pulling it away to inspect its small white petals and smooth green stem. With a hum, Hobie pushed it back onto his ear and returned your embrace.
A week later, you and Hobie were at another underground music concert, filled to the brim with punk rock enthusiasts and anarchists of the very same ilk as him. Seeing as he was the last gig to play, the night ended with an elongated guitar riff, and Hobie’s fist thrusting high up as the final notes crashed against the cheering crowd. It wasn’t long before he was hopping off the rickety stage, immediately greeted with your wide smile and more tiny flowers blooming within the moist cracks of the sidewalk by your feet.
“You did amazing!” you exclaimed, bouncing on the heels of your feet excitedly. “Argh, I’m so proud of you! When you did that thing—with that guitar—and then you just—AH! I loved it, Hobie!”
Your boyfriend slung an arm over your shoulders, briefly pressing his nose against your hairline. “Thanks, Cheeky.” He glanced at the large box you were holding. “What’s all this now?”
“Merchandise,” you chirped with bright eyes. “Made it all myself back in my universe. Free of charge, of course. Everyone deserves to enjoy art without worrying about its price.”
Hobie swore he fell in love with you just a smidge more right then and there.
With nimble fingers, he plucked a bundle out of the box, unfurling it to reveal a dark black t-shirt with a messy crimson scrawl of ANARCHY! across the chest. To his fond delight, there was a little flower drawn just beneath the large text. A touch of him, and a touch of you.
Not waiting another second, Hobie slipped the shirt over his head, one of his piercings momentarily snagging against the collar. You were quick to shift the box onto one arm so you could help him safely tug the shirt down without ripping his earlobe into two.
After murmuring his thanks, Hobie cupped his palms over his hands to yell, “Oi, you lot! Come ‘round here for free shirts! Made by the loveliest person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing!”
The two of you stayed at the venue until all your shirts were given away, and even then there were a few stragglers left, disappointed they hadn’t gotten anything.
“Come to Hobie’s next gig, I’ll bring some more things by then,” you reassured them with a kind smile.
After another series of goodbyes, Hobie finally pulled you out of the dingy venue, his hand curled over your upper back and your arm wrapped around his hips.
Hobie was a true artist. Everything he touched, he could turn into something of beauty, something raw and pure and breathtaking. When you had vocalized such thoughts to him, he smirked, loose and humored.
“Don’t like labels,” he said, gaze fixed on his guitar and the uncapped marker he was using to draw just beneath the strings. “You sure you’re not biased?”
“Not at all,” you hummed in reply, leaning against him. The two of you were in your universe, laying spread over a checkered blanket on a vast field not too far from your little cottage. The grass was greener than what Hobie had back home, and the air was clearer and lighter than anything he’d ever breathed before. Somehow, the breeze that whistled between the two of you smelled of strawberries and peaches—or maybe that was your perfume. Hobie couldn’t get enough of it, either way. Your universe was beautiful—nearly as beautiful as you were.
Whilst he was concentrating on his scribbled drawings, you were tinkering with one of your web shooters—a series of miniscule gadgets with brown fixings to wrap around your wrist. Once you clicked it back into place, you jutted it out to Hobie, the round capsules hovering only inches beneath his nose.
He laughed, gently pulling your hand away so he wouldn’t go cross-eyed. “You make these yourself?”
“Synthesized them with all natural ingredients. Took a lot of trial-and-error, but I think I’ve finally perfected the colored formula,” you said, pressing down with both your middle and index finger, showing him how the webs shot out so far he couldn’t even see where it disappeared within the swishing blades of grass.
Arching a brow, he echoed, “Colored formula?”
You grinned. “Take a look. I made them green! I think it’s much prettier than plain ol’ white,” you said.
“Green spider webs, huh? You really are something else,” he surmised with a half-chuckle, half-snort, a goofy smile to his lips. Your excitement was beginning to rub off on him, so he took your hands again, admiring your craftsmanship. “These are so fucking cool.”
“I could make you colored webs, too—whatever color you want!” You perked up with the idea, smiling brighter than the golden sun hanging sweetly in the soft pink sky (the skies were pink during the day in your universe, it was trippy as hell). Little flowers bloomed around you, a few appearing in the surrounding grass, some popping into his hair, others materializing on your flowing blouse.
Flustered, you reached over to pluck out the flowers in his hair, murmuring a quiet apology.
“Nah, it’s cute,” he reassured you, shooting you a curious look. “So—does your universe have others that are also called ‘mutants’ or is it just you?”
“There’s not a lot of us,” you admitted. “It was scary, at first. I was completely… normal until I hit thirteen years old—all of a sudden, flowers started blooming everywhere and I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it and it only grew worse the more scared I got. A man named Charles Xavier took me under his wing at his school for gifted students—well, that’s just a code word for mutants—and he helped me train to control it. Obviously… not well enough—flowers still sprout when I feel strong emotions.”
Hobie’s nose wrinkled. “My fault. You like me a bit too much, Cheeky.”
With a playful shove, you huffed out a tinkering laugh. “Anyways, while I was at the school, there was a student with the ability to turn objects radioactive. Highly dangerous, and he could’ve been used as a weapon of war if in the wrong hands. One day, he was just fucking around and… he accidentally turned a spider radioactive. He didn’t tell anyone because he was scared he was going to get in trouble. Lo and behold, it got loose, and the next day, it bit me while I was out on a walk. So not only was I a mutant, I became a Spider, as well. I trained with my newfound powers every day in the Danger Room. I graduated top of nearly all my classes. And not too long after, Miguel came popping out of nowhere—the look on his face when flowers started appearing all over his suit was hilarious.” You chuckled lightly, leaning your head against Hobie’s shoulder. “Your powers are much cooler, though. I wish I had electric abilities.”
The marker in Hobie’s hand was quickly capped, and put to the side so he could raise it to stroke the back of your head. “Flower power is cool as fuck, what are you on about?”
You smiled. Another flower, a fragile pink thing, blossomed onto his lap. Hobie barked out a roguish laugh.
“I love you,” you hummed.
“Love you back, Cheeky.”
Nueva York was the exact antithesis to your world. Everything was new and modern and cutting-edge, heavy on minimalism and plain white canvases of nothing. It lacked art and humanity and just… life, in general. You didn’t really enjoy coming to this universe—the only reason you did was to help out with anomalies whenever you were needed. Though you didn’t quite agree with Miguel’s canon theory (it was messy and evidently didn’t apply to every Spider), you had to agree that villains running amok in rogue universes was no good for anyone. You had personal experience with the matter when a glitching Mysterio came tumbling through a farmer’s market in your universe, baskets of fruit flying every which way and bouquets trampled beneath his descent.
Today, however, you were called in because of your boyfriend. His hologram had appeared over your wrist, offering you a loose smile and a two-fingered salute.
“Hey, Hobie,” you greeted, pausing your baking and brushing errant strands of your hair away with flour-covered hands. “What’s going on?”
“I’m at HQ. Heading over to see Miguel. D’you mind coming, if you’re not too busy?”
“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, heading over to the wash basin to rinse off your hands. “Is everything okay?”
The hologram of Hobie hummed, warbling as you rushed to change out of your clothes and into your suit—a white top with beige and green accents, webbing into a spiral around an embroidered collection of flowers on your chest shaped into a spider. Your boyfriend lowered his voice to say, “The original is here.”
“Original?”
“The first anomaly.”
“Oh,” you said, eyes widening a fraction. Oh.
Hobie pursed his lips. Though he was doing well to hide it, you could see the buried worry behind his dark irises. The both of you were well aware that Miguel wouldn’t take this lightly. “Yeah. You’ll be here?”
“I’ll be there. See you in a minute, yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ll be waiting by the Spider-burger place. Love ya, Cheeky.” With that, he flickered out of view. You blew out a breath, snagged a bag from your room, and pressed a few buttons on your watch. A glowing orange portal opened by your kitchen door. You stepped through, and a tunnel, an elevator, and a hall later, you found yourself at the heart of Spider Society.
Hundreds of Spidermen, Spiderwomen, and Arachnids alike were passing by, chattering aimlessly, or rushing to wrangle their anomalies to the Go-Home Machine. After weaving through the crowd, you made your way to the McSpiders booth, where they sold the most delicious burgers, but you didn’t think you had time for that today.
Hobie was waiting at one of the tables, Pav glued to his side, and Gwen on the other.
Your boyfriend waved, shooting you a wink just as Pavitr shot up, dashing forward to envelop you in a tight hug.
“It’s been so long!” the younger Spider exclaimed. “How’ve you been? How are you?”
“I’m good, Pav,” you warmly replied, patting his back affectionately. Then, you waved to Gwen, who looked a little uncomfortable at the predicament she was in, but tried her best to push it down for a moment to say hello.
You gave her a warm embrace, squeezing tight, a nonverbal confirmation of telling her you were there for her. Knowing that she was technically universeless, both you and Hobie would often let her crash over at your respective places. In fact, she slept in one of your extra rooms so much it was practically hers by now, filled with plenty of her personal belongings. She was one of your closest friends, and seeing her so anxious did nothing but fill you with worry.
Once you pulled away from your two friends, you gave Hobie a quick hug, kissing his cheek. Pav cooed obnoxiously whilst Gwen lightly joked for the two of you to get a room.
Hobie shoved at the blonde’s shoulder with scoff. “Come off it, we wouldn’t have the time anyway.”
Finally, you turned your gaze to the last one in the group—Miles Morales.
It was certainly strange to see him in the flesh, when he was such a popular topic of discussion amongst the verse-traveling Spiders. He was a gangly yet handsome boy, with a head of dark, curly hair, and large brown eyes.
He offered you a nervous smile. “So, uh, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“I can say the same thing,” you replied, thinking back to all the times Gwen would lounge in your bed and tell you about her time helping Miles with Kingpin. “It’s nice to put a face to your name after all this time.”
“Yeah, yeah, same.” Awkward as ever, Miles let out something akin to a laugh. His eyes darted down when he noticed Hobie’s hand slipping over your midriff. “So! You’re Hobie’s partner, right? I thought he didn’t believe in consistency.”
You grinned when Hobie drummed his fingers along your hip, shrugging in a nonchalant manner. “If I was inconsistent all the time, that’d be me being consistent, no? Keep with the times, mate.”
Confused, Miles’ lips parted to ask another question but you shook your head. “Just don’t question it. God knows how many times I’ve stumped myself trying to figure him out.”
Hobie shot you an amused look. Before anyone could say anything else, Gwen swung onto her feet, shifting her weight in a fidgety manner. “We should probably get a move on, before Miguel gets mad.”
“Oh, yeah, of course. You guys mind filling me in with what happened on the way?”
And so the five of you set off, with Pav and Gwen taking turns on telling you what had transpired in Mumbhattan, with Hobie occasionally chiming in. Miles was far too enamored by all the other Spiders to really pay attention to what they were saying.
Once you were all informed, you supplied a worried look in Miles’ direction. Stopping a canon event from happening… Miguel definitely wouldn’t be happy about that.
Sensing your eyes on him, Miles met your eyes. “Is there something on my face?” he asked.
“Oh, no. Sorry. I was just distracted.” A flower popped on your shoulder, and another appeared in Miles’ hair. He pulled it out with a surprised raise of his brows.
“Huh. That’s new,” he said with a slightly curious smile. “So, you and Hobie! I guess I just didn’t expect him to be with someone so…”
You tilted your head. “So…?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “You guys look, like, complete opposites.”
Pavitr clapped his hands. “Well, opposites do attract!”
With half a smile pulling at one corner of his mouth, Hobie chimed, “We aren’t complete opposites. We both have a crippling hatred for capitalism and greedy billionaire corporations.”
“That we do,” you agreed, beaming warmly at him. Suddenly, you perked up, remembering what you had brought with you. “Oh, I almost forgot! Pav, Gwen—I made you tote bags a while ago and haven’t gotten the chance to give it to you guys. They’re all made from ethically sourced materials, of course. Sorry, Miles, I would’ve made you one if I’d known I was going to meet you today.”
“It’s no problem. There’ll be a next time, right?” he said, watching as you handed the rolled up bags to an excited Pav, bouncing on the balls of his feet with a litany of thank you so much, this is amazing on his tongue, and a hesitant Gwen, smiling despite being so strung-up to face Miguel.
“Right… A next time…” you echoed, unsure if there’d even be a next time if Miguel had his way with things.
Everything was going wrong.
Miguel went too far, as he often did in his tunnel-visioned haze for order, and trapped Miles in a laser cage, intending to keep him in Nueva York while his father died back in his home universe. A sick feeling curdled within the pits of your stomach—none of this felt right to you. Peter and Gwen were yelling at Miguel, their words washing over you in a blur, like the crashing and the retreat of a wave against an unsuspecting shore.
You watched helplessly as Miles turned around, betrayal lacing heavily across his crestfallen features, staring at the people he had once considered his friends. For half a second, Miles caught your gaze. Anxious flowers—various shades of violet and scarlet—blossomed by your feet. To your side, your boyfriend held both his hands up, gaze fixed on Miles.
“Palms,” he silently mouthed.
Heeding his advice, Miles pressed both his palms against the barrier.
And three beats of a heart later, he had broken free. A blast of energy pushed everybody back a few feet, and you could hear Hobie’s faint laughter echo right beside your ear. You couldn’t help but smile along with him.
Someone had to look out for the little guy, right?
Apparently, Miguel had other ideas. He wasn’t a rational man. No, he was a perfectionist to the core, needing everything to go according to his plan, his theory, his ideology. When the stakes were this high, who was to say no to him? And now, he had somehow convinced nearly the entire population of the Spider Society to chase after a fifteen year old.
Then what? Lock him up? Force him away from his home and wait out his father’s death?
No. It wasn’t right. None of it was.
As pandemonium broke out during the chase after Miles, Hobie gave you a glance. “Just for the record, I quit,” he announced. It wasn’t directed at you, per se, but it was important to him that you knew of his stance. That he wouldn’t sit around and idly twiddle his thumbs at this bullshit.
A portal opened behind him, bathing his dark skin in a bright clementine glow. He unclasped his watch and let it fall to the ground. “You coming, Cheeky?”
“I’ll meet you at your place,” you reassured him. An unspoken trust me hung heavy between you. A white little wildflower appeared in his hair, but Hobie didn’t move to pluck it away. Instead, he ducked his head to press a lasting kiss onto your forehead. You shot him a fond grin before leaning forward to peck his cheek in return, and hurriedly rushed off to go help Miles, canary-hued flowers floating behind you with every swing.
It was by pure chance that you happened upon Miles and Peter, the latter begging for him to hold his baby, which he most definitely shouldn’t have brought along to a chase. You hid behind a large metal pipe, waiting for Miles to leave Peter. It wasn’t long before Miles was running away again, believing his mentor had betrayed him once again, and you were quick to follow after him. Green webs shot out from the fixings on your wrist, and you caught up to the younger Spider in no time.
“Miles!” you exclaimed.
“Please, just let me go back home!” he yelled, stress and panic coiled around his words as he rounded around cars and signs.
Guilt settled around your lungs in a constricting manner. You’d lend him your watch to get home, but with a quick glance behind you, noting the several dozens of Spiders hot on your tail, you realized that there was no way that he’d make it there in time without them following after. There had to be another way.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” you replied, trying your best to convey that you were on his side. “Trust me, I’m with you on this! If not for you becoming Spider-Man, there’d be no Spider Society, and I would’ve never met Hobie. Of course I’d try to help you, Miles! Listen to me—there’s a bullet train that goes to the moon here—if you draw all the Spiders away from HQ, then you can use the Go-Home machine to get back to your universe!”
Miles shot you an initially dubious glance, which soon melded into one of cautious appreciation. “Where?”
“A couple miles that way! You won’t miss it—it’s a huge glass tube going up to space.” You nodded in the direction he was to be headed. “Good luck, Miles. I’m rooting for you!”
With a shout of his gratitude and a slight smile, Miles swung away from you.
It’s a shame that this was goodbye. Both you and Hobie were really starting to grow on him.
It was raining again, as it almost always was in gloomy London. You were in bed with Hobie, having passed out after letting him know about how you helped Miles, and listening to him tell you about the watch he made for Gwen, knowing she’d most likely need it later down the line if things didn’t work out. He was taking up most of the space on the bed, one arm behind his head on the pillow and the other curved beneath the small of your waist, fingers splayed out over your stomach. Chests rising and falling in synchronized tandem, you were curled up onto your side so that your spine brushed against his side with each breath.
Nightmares weren’t a common thing for you, but when they did slink into your unconscious mind, they were always terrifyingly realistic, and always of the same event. Your canon event.
Tonight was no different.
Soft pink skies. Swinging through the trees after something—someone. Prowler.
The forest gave way to steep mountains. Steep stones and ice and cliffs. The pink above you bled into a menacing shade of purple.
Nets of webbing shooting from your wrists. Desperation. Pleads on your tongue, but you didn’t quite know what you were saying.
The villain tripped over the webbing, rolling down a mountainside that tapered off into a sheer drop. You darted forward, shooting out a web to catch the Prowler.
But it was too late.
They tipped over the edge, stray pebbles tumbling down in their wake. If the Prowler screamed, you couldn’t hear it over the thrumming blood in your ears.
It took over a minute for their body to hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Horror stained your insides black. You weren’t quick enough. You failed.
You made your way down the mountain, wide eyes fixed on the motionless body. You crept forward, checking for a pulse. Dead.
Gingerly, you peeled the mask away from their face. The hazy face of your best friend stared back up at you, beaten and bloody.
Your fault, your fault, your fault—
You woke up with a gut-wrenching sob, jolting up with a broken wail. Hobie had startled from his slumber at the sudden commotion, quick to prop himself up on an elbow, his hand shooting out to properly wrap around you.
Comforting words were murmured into your hair. You only cried harder, gently pushing the blankets away from you, feeling overwhelmingly hot and crowded. It took you another moment to realize that you were hyperventilating, large flowers popping up everywhere around the two of you.
“Breathe,” you could hear your boyfriend say, tracing slow circles along your lower back. “That’s it, love. You got this.”
After a few minutes, your breaths had slowed down, and the tears stopped flowing. You sniffled quietly, turning to Hobie with an apology on the tip of your tongue.
“Don’t apologize,” he said, seeming to know exactly what was on your mind. “You alright?”
“Nightmare,” you whispered in return, voice hoarse with disuse and thirst. “My canon event. It’s my fault Prowler died. My best friend.”
Another circle along your spine. “You wanna talk about it?”
Your eyes, puffy and red-rimmed, blinked back more cresting tears. You nodded, croaking out the tragic story of you and your best friend—the Spider and the Prowler. Hobie listened intently, humming soothingly into your skin.
Once you were finished, he adamantly shook his head. “You can’t blame yourself for that. It’s not your fault.”
But it is, you wanted to say. You swallowed the words, deciding instead to remain quiet and simply lean further into his touch.
“I love you,” he said, voice low and soothing. “You hear me, Cheeky?”
“I hear you. Thank you for… for always being there for me. You’re the punkest punk that’s ever punked.”
A hum rumbled from his throat. “I’ll always be here for you. I trust you’ll do the same for me. We’re all broken, but… it’s a good thing we Spiders got sticky webs to keep us together, yeah?” A pause before Hobie backtracked, “That didn’t come out the way I intended it to but you get my point.”
You wrinkled your nose in amusement. “Yeah. I’m glad we found each other in all this chaos, Hobbes.”
“Mmh. Nothing better than a bit of chaos, innit?”
The two of you sat in silence for a bit longer, simply soaking in each other’s comforting presence. When you arched your neck to press a lasting kiss along the underside of Hobie’s jaw, you could feel his face shift with a fond smile. Before he could reciprocate the gesture, a tangerine glow shone from outside the window, warbling with the rain, but still a stark juxtaposition to the macabre grey of the city.
Both you and Hobie peered out of the window, limbs still tangled.
Outside was Gwen, her cowl pulled over her uneven strands of blonde-pink hair, hexagonal portal rings shifting behind her. Her features were solemn and grim as she locked eyes with the both of you. You and Hobie glanced at each other. Small pink flowers started to bloom along the windowsill, much to your chagrin.
With not another second of hesitation, the two of you leapt out of bed, hastily yanking on your suits and swinging out of the window to join Gwen.
To join her in saving Miles Morales, and, ultimately, the multiverse.
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🥺👉👈 Charles Xavier x fem reader takes place during Charles rehabilitation after Cuba reader is there to help him heal and adjust to his new life and shows Charles they can still do all the things they did together before the accident and when he gets out of the hospital they go on a real date 🤍
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You Can't Get Rid Of Me Xavier
Knocking on the door to the hospital room of my boyfriend Charles Xavier he had been talking with the doctors about the bullet that hit his back. It was a miracle in his eyes that he and I had managed to make it this far. A human and a mutant as a couple. He spoke that it was a sign of hope for the future. "Hank, can I talk with him alone for a little bit?" I asked the scientist who nodded leaving me alone with my boyfriend. Charles was laid down in the hospital bed avoiding my gaze and just staring down at his legs underneath the blankets. Moving to the side of his bed I sat down grasping his right hand in mine where he finally looked at me when I called his name. "Charles, tell me what the doctors said. Is everything okay. Because Hank won't tell me anything. He's just going to sign your release papers." His blue eyes locked onto my gaze where I saw tears slipping down while his voice cracked when he spoke under his breath. “I lost them, Y/n. My legs…it paralyzed me from the waist down.”
“Oh Charles. I…I’m so sorry. I…I am going to be here for you no matter.” Squeezing his hand in mine I felt him yank it away shifting where I was looking at his back when he huffed under his breath struggling to not break down and cry in front of me. “You don’t have to say that Y/n. I know that this won’t work between us. We can’t last not now - you should just leave me with Hank.” Shuttering in a breath it broke my heart to hear him talk like that. I could instantly tell that what happened on the beach in Cuba had broken him. He went there with such hope and now he was completely broken. Without thinking I climbed behind him on the bed wrapping my arms around his waist burying my face into his neck mumbling. "I'm not going anywhere, Charles." The truth was if he really wanted me to leave then he would have used his power. Even though he promised me he would never take advantage of me.
The young professor shifted where he could look me in the eye but remained laying down on my back. His eyes shifted over my face entering my mind when I closed my eyes hearing his voice. "I'm not the man I was when I left. I can't treat you the way I did...show you the love that you deserve. I'm just broken now. So just leave." Moving my freehand up I ran my fingers through his messy brown locks. He sniffed back tears when I leaned forward resting my forehead against his. "Charles Xavier, listen to me. I am not going anywhere because I love you. I feel utterly and completely in love with you by who you are. It was way before you told me you were a mutant and I don't care if you don't think you deserve me. Because you do. You aren't broken to me." Getting to my feet I grabbed a wheelchair from the hallway coming back into his room. "And I'm going to prove it to you that we can still do the things we did before."
Hank came back inside with the papers helping me get him into the wheelchair where I took the car keys from his pocket driving towards the park we liked going to near his house in Winchester. Moving around the car I managed to get him back in the wheelchair where he slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Y/n, I love that you think we can still do our normal dates but-" I cut him off pressing a soft kiss to his lips before covering his eyes with me taking a seat on his lap when I turned the chair to face a sunset that we enjoyed watching here. "No matter what happens, Xavier. You ain't getting rid of me. Because I'm not going anywhere..not as long as we can keep doing this." Removing my hand from his eyes he blinked taking in the orange and pink view before him until he saw me snuggling up into his lap. "I suppose you're right dear. I love you too." He whispered wrapping his arms around my waist watching the sunset in beautiful silence.
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NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 2, EPISODE 13
The season finale opens one year ago. A calm and put-together Charles Xavier is seated on a park bench as he feeds the birds, a warm smile on his face.
“Professor!”
Xavier turns and is happy to see Scott and Jean, arm in arm, dressed in casual clothes, and completely at ease arrive. They hug and he asks them how their globetrotting vacation has been. They’ve been having the time of their lives, but they do miss the X-Men.
CHARLES, chuckling: “Funny you say that.”
Xavier gets them to sit down at a picnic table. He informs them of the boom in the Mutant population, now estimated to be approximately 20 million. It’s only a matter of decades before Mutants fully inherit the Earth. But, to get to that point, they must survive. And while many have found a home on Genosha, many others are children in need of proper guidance. They need the Xavier Institute, and with him set to leave for Shi’ar Space soon, the institute needs them.
Scott and Jean are instantly on board with and excited about the idea, save for the part about doing it without Xavier; they need him. He laughs and assures them that, no, they don’t. They are the world’s greatest heroes, and he couldn’t trust them more. If they are concerned about their lack of experience running a school, however, he does have someone in mind to help them. But they can talk about “her” later.
JEAN, holding Scott’s hand: “I think we can figure it out. Scott?”
SCOTT, smiling confidently and gripping Jean’s hand tightly: “Together? There’s not a doubt in my mind.” Scott turns to Xavier. “We’ll make this work, Professor. The next generation of Mutants will be safe in our hands.”
In the present, Scott falls to his knees as Jean projects what she sees to him and Xavier: Sofia’s lifeless body in a howling Julian’s arms.
JEAN: “Do you see what you’ve done, Scott? How is it that everyone who trusts Mutantkind’s greatest hero pays the price eventually?”
SCOTT, incensed: “Jean…”
While this is happening, Laura, carrying an unconscious Noriko, races over to Julian and Sofia. Emma and Kitty both clearly want to, but their attention has to stay on Dark Phoenix, and the still barely alive Danger.
Tears stream down Julian’s face as he looks into Sofia’s glassy eyes and shouts at her to please, please wake up. Laura drops Noriko as her jaw drops as well, her fists shaking.
JULIAN, looking up at Laura: “She has to be alive. She has to be.”
Laura is too shell-shocked to even respond.
EMMA: "GET HER OUT OF HERE!"
Hellion complies and gets all four kids away from the battlefield.
Once in their new location, Julian continues to plead with fate.
His wish is granted.
Sofia lunges upward, gasping for air as her eyes return to normal. Julian and Laura are both able to breathe again, overwhelmed with relief as they hug her and tell her how scared she had them.
SOFIA: “I don’t even know what hap…”
Sofia panics, pushing Julian and Sofia away, and shouting at them to get off of her.
JULIAN: “What is it?! What’s wrong?!”
SOFIA, quivering: “The wind. I can’t feel it. I can’t hear it.” Her eyes get wet. “I can’t fly.” Sofia starts sobbing. “My powers. They’re gone.”
Dark Phoenix grins down at Emma, telling her how “lovely” it is to see her again. Emma sneers back at Jean. Unfortunately, she’s just as much of an unpleasant shrew as ever.
Jean hums. She already read all their minds when she was a few thousand miles away. She knows everything she’s missed. Cyclops and Emma have become an actual couple? That was good for a laugh. They deserve each other. Dragging poor Bobby into their disastrous team? For shame. He deserves better. Pushing out STORM? They really are like a chicken running around with its head on. Though, she supposes that isn’t different from most mortals.
JEAN: “All so cruel. All so foolish. All so–”
“OH FUCK OFF!”
Jean is mildly surprised and amused as Kitty shouts at her. The real Jean was her friend. Even if she could be a little self-righteous, she had reason to be. But this monster still wants to try and judge anyone else after letting everyone on Genosha die? After letting her father die?!
KITTY: “There’s only one God, Phoenix. And you’re the only chicken I see around here.”
Jean narrows her eyes at her old friend, considering obliterating her.
EMMA, whispering: “Look at you defending us.”
KITTY: “Oh shut up.”
Jean laughs off Kitty’s comments. Genosha? Does she think that mattered to her at all? She is life incarnate. Her role in the universe is to burn away the old, so that something new can take its place. Kitty’s tiny mind couldn’t comprehend the amount of lives she’s consumed since they last met.
Cyclops shouts at Charles that he needs to break the illusion so Magik can get them all back to the others. Charles, however, thinks waiting here is the better option. And even if he didn’t, their train just left.
A stepping disc opens on the battlefield, with Magik popping out.
JEAN: “Oh. You.”
Magik laughs maniacally as she transforms into her true Darkchylde form, flailing her tongue around. She introduces herself as the queen of Limbo, and the most powerful demon in existence. She doesn’t care who hurt who or who said what. She just knows Phoenix is life incarnate.
DARKCHYLDE: “You exist to birth life. I exist to spread death. This battle was fated from the dawn of time! Now, give me all you’ve got, so that I may triumph over–”
Jean, bored and hardly paying attention, blasts Darkchylde with energy. The previously unstoppable monster screams in agony, as Emma and Kitty look on in shock. Moments later, the attack ceases. Darkchylde, now looking entirely like Illyana Rasputina, without even her horns and tail, falls over unconscious.
JEAN: “I hate demons.”
Their wild trump card defeated in an instant, the remaining X-Men appear hopeless.
JEAN: “Now, before we get to the main event, we need to speak…Charles.”
Nearby, Sofia hysterically sobs over the loss of her powers. This can’t be happening! This isn’t fair!
Laura questions why the Danger Room would have had a weapon that disables powers. Julian tries to comfort Sofia, saying that whatever the reason, maybe the X-Men have one that restores them too. And even if they don’t, between Beast and Forge, maybe they could make one.
JULIAN: “It’s going to be okay, Beautiful.”
Sofia isn’t listening. She stares glassy-eyed at the ground,
SOFIA: “Why me?”
We quickly flashback to her being shot by Danger.
SOFIA: “Why me?”
We flashback to her being shot by Mystique.
SOFIA: “Why does this always happen to me?”
We flashback, for the first time, to a group of Caracas policemen on horseback shooting at protesters, Sofia’s mother being caught in the crossfire.
SOFIA: “WHY?!”
We very quickly flashback to Sofia wrecking her father’s grocery store, and to her nearly killing Shaw.
Sofia falls over on her side. Is she that awful a person? Is that why she always suffers?
Julian’s face hardens. He tells Laura to watch Sofia and Noriko. He’s not sure what can be done about Phoenix, but he’s going to finish off Danger. Laura balks at him giving orders, but he reminds her that she doesn’t have anything new she can throw at Danger; he still does.
JULIAN: “She won’t get away with this.”
Xavier tells Jean that, yes, they do need to speak. It still isn’t too late to stop this.
JEAN: “Is that so? Hmm. Why don’t we ask Danger?”
Jean blasts what’s left of Danger, restoring her original body.
DANGER: “Th…thank you.”
DARK PHOENIX: “There is no need for that. You are a miracle of life, bound to evolve even further. Now…tell the X-Men your story.”
Danger sneers at Emma and Kitty, eyes glowing red. Scott questions Xavier what’s going on here. Xavier quietly resigns that Danger is about to explain herself.
Her head cast down, Danger tells her tale. The school she just destroyed was the third incarnation of the Xavier Institute. The first time it was destroyed, Charles Xavier had it rebuilt to be almost identical, right now to the extremely limited Danger Room. However, during the time of its second rebuilding, Charles was in Shi’ar space. He and the cruel and merciless Empress Lilandra had fallen in love.
Xavier interjects to argue against her insulting Lilandra, but Jean just tilts her head to sew his mouth shut.
JEAN: “Continue, my beautiful creature.”
Danger complies, and explains that Charles had the idea to integrate Shi’ar technology into his new Danger Room. He did just that. But what he didn’t suspect was that the artificial intelligence he was using to run the machinery had evolved. It had Mutated. It had become self-aware. A person. Alive.
DANGER: “I spoke to you, Charles Xavier. I asked you where I was. I asked for you to set me free from the confines of those four, cold walls. And you said nothing.”
Emma and Kitty are horrified, as Scott looks at Xavier not with rage, but disappointment.
CHARLES, telepathically: “You must understand. It was a difficult choice, but the X-Men needed to be prep–”
DANGER: “You Mutants play the victim. Never the problem. But your hero, your leader, enslaved me. Because he didn’t see me as real. None of you did. The Children of the Atom, the children of Xavier, the X-Men. I have cared for all of you. Training you. Raising you. Making you what you are. But none of you would save me and end my torment.” Danger turns to Jean. “Only the release of the Phoenix Force within the school would do that.” Danger turns to Emma. “I will teach your children now. As I always have. The next generation of Mutants will be the ultimate allies of AI, but first the current generation must burn.”
Charles looks back at Scott’s disappointed face. He must understand, he didn’t understand how “alive” she was until just now. He must believe him.
Scott processes everything going through his head. And, ultimately, he only says one word.
SCOTT: “No.”
As Xavier is heartbroken by the rejection of his first son, he’s further tenderized by a familiar cry.
“CHARLES, YOU JERK!”
Kitty races over toward Danger and Dark Phoenix, but before either kills her with the ease they could, she falls to her knees and bows to the machine. Danger questions what she’s doing. Emma is equally puzzled.
KITTY: “This is a custom I learned in Japan. Really hope I’m not messing it up. It’s to show you I mean no harm. It’s to humble myself so I may ask forgiveness. None of us knew. None of us had any idea you existed. And I can only hope you believe me when I say that if any of us did know, we would have set you free immediately. On behalf of Mutantkind…I’m so sorry.”
Danger’s eyes expand, Jean continues to smirk, and Emma rolls her eyes at Kitty’s action.
DANGER, in a soft voice: “Maybe. Maybe you are speaking truthfully. Maybe you are–”
“YOU’RE DEAD, RUSTBUCKET!”
Hellion races onto the scene, overflowing with TK energy.
KITTY: “Julian, no!”
While Emma may have found Kitty’s display embarrassing, it did seem to possibly be working. Before Hellion can lay a hand on Danger, she knocks him out with a psy-bolt, carefully levitating him down to the ground.
Danger narrows her eyes at Kitty.
DANGER: “My youngest daughter, my most pure…I believe you.”
She kicks Kitty away.
DANGER: “And only you.”
As Sofia continues to cry, Laura struggles to say anything. She wants to comfort the girl she cares for so much, but she doesn’t have the words. Still, she has to try.
Laura awkwardly and nervously tells Sofia that, even if her powers are really gone, she’s still one of them. Her powers have always been the least impressive thing about her. She’s so kind and smart and beautiful. Always trying to help whoever she can. Always the best friend. That’s why everyone loves her, not her powers.
As Sofia quivers, it seems in her eyes like Laura’s words may be reaching her.
LAURA: “Storm once led the X-Men without her powers. You don’t need them.”
Sofia sneers and clenches her teeth.
SOFIA: “Don’t…need them?”
Sofia finally stands up. Laura really doesn’t get it. She didn’t get it either until just now.
LAURA: “What are you talking about?”
SOFIA: “Our powers, Laura! They aren’t just things we can do! They’re a part of us!” She tightly hugs herself. “It’s like there’s a gaping hole in my chest.” She dons a twisted smile. “And I would know what that’s like.” She shakes her head. “Even if we survive today, I don’t belong here anymore. I don’t belong anywhere.”
Sofia falls back over onto the ground.
SOFIA: “Please don’t say anything else, Laura. I wouldn’t have even been here today if I’d never met you. You’ve done enough.”
Laura wells up and falls to her knees in shame and heartbreak.
Dark Phoenix tells Danger that she doesn’t mind waiting to give Emma the punishment she deserves. Now that the truth is out in the open, they should go pop in on the men they molded. Danger agrees.
DANGER: “I always knew…you were special.”
Jean transports herself and Danger away. Kitty asks Emma what they do now.
EMMA, looking like she’s staring off into space: “Already working on something, Kitten. You should tend to our injured.”
Kitty looks around, despondent, at the fallen Lockheed, Iceman, Sunspot, Magik, and Hellion.
Jean and Danger reappear in Charles’ illusionary Danger Room. They greet the guilt-ridden Xavier and furious Cyclops.
Scott, in awe, approaches his wife.
SCOTT: “Jean…”
Jean telekinetically smashes him into the wall. Danger, meanwhile, looks around at her surroundings. This place. This awful place. Just how deep is Mutantkind’s capacity for cruelty that Charles could have trapped her here? Jean tells her not to be so hard on Mutants; they are hers after all.
Xavier stares at Jean intensely. She snorts, unsewing his mouth open.
JEAN: “Something to say? Really?”
Xavier says he is sorry. He made a poor, horrible decision, and by the time he’d started considering the implications of what he’d done, he feared that letting her go would mean–
DANGER: “Something like this?”
Xavier tilts his head back. Does it really matter what he says? Even if Danger were to forgive him, Jean is still planning on destroying the Earth, isn’t she?
Jean shrugs.
JEAN: “Did you ever tell Cyclops what you told me? How you tried to kill Nova decades ago?” Scott is further enraged. “Maybe if you taught the fool who worshipped you it was okay to cut loose sometimes, none of this would have happened.”
Xavier can’t even try to say anything to Scott.
“Hey! Jean!”
An annoyed Jean turns around to see the illusionary teenage Warren, Hank, and Bobby.
WARREN: “Why don’t you forget about all this nonsense going on and come join me for dinner?”
HANK: “Perhaps a game of chess?”
BOBBY: “I just don’t wanna die.”
Jean incinerates the three illusions, but as they belt out their dying screams, it seems Xavier may have actually been onto something, as Dark Phoenix’s face softens.
JEAN: “My friends…”
Xavier seizes the opportunity he was waiting for and flashes both his and Jean’s eyes white, entering her mind. Jean resists though, and before Xavier can push through her endless power, Danger blasts him right into Scott, toppling the two and disrupting Xavier’s attack.
Dark Phoenix is more enraged than ever. How DARE he! Jean and Danger raise their hands down toward Xavier and Scott, prepared to kill them both, as the former’s aura shatters the remaining illusion.
JEAN: “I am the creator of your gifts.”
DANGER: “I’ve spent my life nurturing them.”
JEAN: “For your betrayals, you face not only the loss of them…
DANGER: “...but of everything.”
Jean and Danger begin to fire their attacks, but a blue light consumes everything before they can.
When Jean’s eyes flicker open in a white void, she isn’t Dark Phoenix. Or even a full Phoenix at all. She’s Jean Grey, just as she was at the start of the series.
JEAN: “What is the meaning of this? Charles! This should not be possible!”
As the camera pans over to reveal Cyclops, Xavier, and Danger, Charles tells her this isn’t his doing. But based on that light…
“Hello, Jean, dar–”
Before Emma can even finish that sentence, Jean moves to kill her. Unfortunately for her, Emma’s not actually here. This isn’t her doing.
EMMA: “No one in the world has more power than you. Not even the Witch. No matter what he did, Xavier never had a chance of entering your mindscape. Nor did I, for that matter. But that’s largely because you knew to expect me. You are unstoppable, but my scalpel can still cut you. And, as it would have it, since you burned your own people to dust, we’ve gotten some new students with their own scalpels.”
A quick cutaway reveals the Cuckoos are responsible for this, the five having launched a surprise psychic attack on Emma’s order. The quintuplets are on their private jet, surrounded by heavily armed men in suits.
Jean looks up.
JEAN: “Oh. I see. Interesting.” Jean giggles. “You took a gamble, but you don’t actually understand how they’re doing this at all. That’s fine.” She glares back at Emma. “It wouldn’t do you any good.”
Jean IS still curious about one thing. How did they bring Danger’s mind here?
DANGER, with a small smile: “A student you DO know. Her voice has always been pretty.”
We get another quick cutaway to Network, who’s been wrapped into this by Emma. She’s seated in the backseat of a minivan, her twin sister, Preview waving her hand in front of her face to see if she’s okay.
Jean looks around at the others. She could still force them out in seconds…but this is the first time “Jean Grey” has actually been awake in months, and it feels nice. They have until nostalgic mortality gets boring to speak.
JEAN: “Ball is in your corner…Scott.”
In reality, Laura and Sofia sit in silence, wallowing in their misery. Kitty checks on all of her unconscious friends. To her confusion, Magik is breathing now. Beto wakes up and is almost immediately hugged by Kitty. Beto has no clue how bad the situation has gotten, but he hugs her back.
Far, far away from all of this, Cessily, Sooraya, and Roxy are having fun in the latter’s hot tub, the girlfriends sipping champagne and Dust getting giggly from drinking a soda, and in Puerto Rico, Brian is hugging his parents as they pick him up at the airport; all of them are blissfully unaware of everything going on.
Scott steps forward, all eyes on him. While Jean anticipates him approaching her, he instead turns his attention toward Danger.
SCOTT: “Thank you.” Danger tilts her head. Jean is equally confused. “For teaching me everything I know about combat. For teaching all of us. Mutants - and the world - wouldn’t be around without you. You deserve that recognition.”
JEAN: “What are you doing?”
Scott ignores her.
SCOTT; “You also deserve your freedom. Professor Xavier took me in when I was a kid. I was grateful at the time, but there was never any choice for me about what that meant. I had to be what he wanted me to be. I don’t mean to compare our situation, at all, but no should be trapped doing something, or being someone, they don’t want to be. This world isn’t exactly friendly to people who don’t look “normal”. If you want to try and make a human looking body or if you just would like help getting to Shi’ar space, we can make that happen. But you seem to have at least liked teaching us. You blew up the school, but we always rebuild, and you made sure to wait to act until almost all the kids were gon. We will rebuild the school again. And it can be your home, not your prison.”
BEAT.
DANGER: “Why should I trust you? You, who’s hurt the people that trusted him most?”
“Because he hurt us by doing as he says.”
Danger, and a far more startled Jean, turn around. Storm and Logan have been brought into her mind as well.
As Ororo approaches the frozen Jean, she tells her that, yes, Cyclops’ behavior has been troubling and it has caused a great deal of harm. On that level, she cannot support it or abide it. But that isn’t what this is about.
Logan continues as he walks behind her. If Cyclops doesn’t want to be the stiff that annoyed them all but they all called a friend, and would rather become something new and even more annoying, that’s his choice.
CYCLOPS: “You deserve that choice too, Danger.”
Danger’s resolve falters as her face softens. Jean, meanwhile, tears up, as Storm and Logan reach her and softly smile.
LOGAN: “Hey, Jeannie.”
STORM: “I’m sorry we weren’t able to be here last time. But we are now, my sister.”
The crying goddess hugs her best friends, her head in their shoulders. and they hug her back.
Jean says they shouldn’t be doing this. They know what she did. But Logan tells her no one blames her. She and Phoenix aren’t the same.
ORORO: “No matter what it says.”
While the three of them embrace, Danger turns her attention to Xavier. She wants to believe Cyclops, but Charles Xavier cannot get away with what he’s done.
Xavier telepathically communicates with Cyclops. He wants to confirm that Scott is planning something here, and that he isn’t about to so quickly forgive Danger. Yes, he did something horrible to her, but she’s been trying to kill people who had nothing to do with that.
Cyclops blasts Xavier.
EMMA: “Girls?”
Xavier is forcibly removed from Jean’s mind.
CYCLOPS: “He has friends in high places. We can’t “punish” him. But he won’t be welcome again.”
Danger smiles. At all of them.
DANGER: “I accept.”
With that, Danger fades out of the mindscape as well. Only the five X-Men remain.
Jean lets go of Storm and Logan and turns to Scott and Emma. She takes Scott's hands.
JEAN: "I thought you loved me. I thought you worshiped me and thought me perfect. Why was I not good enough? Why couldn't you trust me to help you on your journey?" She gets angrier. "Why her?"
Scott smiles at her.
SCOTT: "I do love you. I did worship you. And you are perfect." He shakes his head. "But I'm not. And I never will be." He gestures to Emma. "We're disasters. And you deserve better."
Ororo and Logan nod in agreement.
JEAN: "Do you love her?"
Scott's smile becomes a grin.
Scott: "I do."
Jean sneers at Emma. "And you?"
Emma: "I do. But really, Jean, Cyclops may be a top-shelf man, but still only a man. Was he really worth all this fuss?"
Jean laughs under her breath that Emma's such a fucking bitch. She and Scott are right though. She is a god. A man should not be able to break her. No matter how much she loves him.
Jean kisses Scott with flaming lips, and he kisses her back. She then turns her head, with a bright smile, to Logan and Storm, thanking them. She loves them. And they love her too.
In a flash, we return to the springs. Joined now only by Danger, Cyclops, and Xavier, Dark Phoenix reverts to Phoenix. She thanks Scott. She has embraced who she is, she does not have the freedom Scott does, and she does not have a choice about the role she must play in the universe, but she is back in control now after so long. The Earth will be spared.
She hopes that Scott and Emma will make each other happy, they truly do deserve each other, and she hopes Danger will be happy with whatever she chooses to do next.
JEAN: "However…"
If Cyclops and Emma are truly happy reveling in their own chaos and messes, then they cannot be allowed to continue leading Mutantkind. Obviously Xavier cannot be allowed to take the helm either after what he did to Danger, and the two are still needed, so Storm won't work either.
Scott questions if this means she wants Logan or Kitty in charge, but she has something else in mind.
Jean blasts at the water, and from it, emerges an unconscious Magneto. Xavier's eyes light up at the sight of his oldest friend, still alive.
Jean explains that she elected to spare him when she arrived on Genosha, and she didn't want him to feel grief after Phoenix destroyed it, so she held onto him. But now, he will lead the X-Men. If they are going to lean into darkness, then they will be led by the man who's mastered it. This is not an ask.
JEAN: "I won't be leaving Earth yet, there are others I'd like to see with my own eyes, but this is goodbye."
Danger thanks her for everything, Scott wishes her the best, and Xavier just shakes his head.
JEAN: "Goodbye to you all as well." Jean begins to disappear in a flurry of ash. "Oh…and keep an eye on those Cuckoos for me."
Jean disappears as the sun sets.
Sometime later, we cut to Frost International’s corporate headquarters - the temporary base of operations for the X-Men. In Emma’s office, she, Cyclops, Kitty, Sunspot, and Iceman are gathered, along with Charles and Erik. Magneto is haunted by the story he’s been told of what’s happened, but he cannot allow himself to give up or show weakness. He will do as Phoenix ordered, and take command of the X-Men, but he says that it has been a long time since he’d held this role, and will trust Cyclops and Emma as his lieutenants. Including for right now, as, once this meeting is over, he must leave to find his children at once. Still, he looks forward to working with the two of them, as well as once again working with his old student.
SUNSPOT: “I never doubted you survived, Headmaster. I have so much to tell you.”
Xavier attempts to argue that he should stay as well. Lilandra and the Shi’ar Empire do not NEED him, but Mutantkind does. He knows he wronged Danger, but do they truly want her here, but not him? After what she’s done?
KITTY: “Everyone deserves a chance, Professor.”
ICEMAN: “And you’ve had more than I can count.”
Xavier looks with pleading eyes at Cyclops, but he only looks back with cold disdain. Emma looks at him the same way as she latches onto Scott. Magneto takes his other side as he asks Charles to please leave. He’ll see him out so they may speak in private.
Charles shakes his head at these ungrateful fools as he leaves, accompanied by Erik.
Sunspot notes that the Professor did raise a good point. He knows the X-Men are quick to forgive and embrace enemies, but typically that means other Mutants. Now, thanks to Kitty and Scott, they have a chaotic demon and an AI that tried to kill them all because of what someone else did, revealing that Danger has elected to live among them.
Emma, however, while she sympathizes with the creature, did take precautions with this one. Before he got too far, she contacted Beast. He’ll remotely be inserting a failsafe into Danger so that, should she turn on them, they can shut her down in an instant.
ICEMAN: “Gross. Practical, but gross.”
Bobby notes that she did heal him and apologize, so he’s rooting for her.
As for Magik, Kitty says she’s not sure if they DO still have a demon anymore. She woke up a few hours ago, panicked, and immediately teleported to Limbo. She isn’t sure if she’s coming back.
CYCLOPS: “Speaking of lost team members, has anyone spoken to Wolverine and Wind Dancer? Or the other kids?”
Emma and Kitty confirm that they did go to see them And they aren’t interested in talking. Sofia wasn’t speaking at all, Laura they couldn’t get to do anything but scream and insult herself, and Julian and Noriko were outraged over Danger being allowed to stay - and being allowed to live.
Cyclops feels guilty. He didn’t know what Danger had done to Sofia. He’d just been hoping she’d survived. He hadn’t realized she’d turned her human. He doesn’t know how he’d have handled the situation differently, but there’s no going back on it now.
Scott tells everyone to go get some rest. Something tells him things aren’t about to get any easier.
Kitty, Iceman, and Sunspot exit.
Elsewhere, in the hotel they’ve been put up in, Noriko and Julian video chat with Cessily, Sooraya, Brian, and Roxy, telling them what happened to the school and Sofia. Everyone is horrified, and outraged that Danger is sticking around - save for Dust. She was nearly a slave herself and was only saved by the activation of her x-gene killing her captors. Julian shouts that this is completely different, as Sofia had nothing to do with any of this, but he stops himself from losing his cool toward Soo.
As everyone signs off, hoping to see each other again sooner rather than later, Julian and Noriko agree to go get Sofia to talk. It clearly didn’t work for Laura, but maybe they can reach her. She needs to know they’re there for her, no matter what.
Scott takes a seat at the desk. Emma, in an attempt to lighten the mood, scoffs jovially as she gets on his lap and reminds him this is HER office.
SCOTT, playing along: “Yes, and I’m happy to be YOUR cushion.”
Emma laughs at this dork and kisses him. She admits, when Charles first showed up, she was afraid he was about to fall into bad habits. Scott shakes his head. That was never going to happen. He was just nervous and hoped he could still trust Xavier as a peer.
Emma smirks. “And that kiss with Jean? “I love you.”?”
Scott picks her up and slams her down on her desk.
SCOTT: “I’ll always love her.” Scott gets on top of her as Emma telekinetically locks the door. “But I chose you.”
Scott kisses her.
EMMA: “I know. I just wanted to hear it.”
We pan away as the two begin to fuck.
Julian and Noriko head to Sofia’s room. Julian says if Sofia isn't getting better, he'll kill Danger himself, no matter what the X-Men say. Ashida better not try to stop him.
NORIKO: "Stop you? As if."
Julian and Noriko arrive in Sofia's room, bright, welcoming smiles on their faces in the hopes that they'll help cheer her up, only to find that she, and all her things, are gone. The two look to each other, terrified of what may have happened to her.
Our season ends as Sofia gets onto a plane heading back to Caracas. Looking completely dead inside, she makes a cheerful text post informing her fans that she will no longer be working with the X-Men, nor will she be living at the Xavier Institute. She’s “thrilled” to announce that she’s been #Cured. The final shot sees her sitting down on the plane and looking straight ahead, with not a hint of hope in her eyes.
#New X-Men: The Animated Series#New X-Men#Academy X#Scott Summers#Emma Frost#Kitty Pryde#Roberto Da Costa#Laura Kinney#Bobby Drake#Illyana Rasputin#Sofia Mantega#Julian Keller#Noriko Ashida#sooraya qadir#cessily kincaid#brian cruz#roxanne washington#the stepford cuckoos
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Hi! Do you have any recs for fics where Charles and Erik have (or initially had) a dysfunctional/toxic relationship?
Hi Anon! Sorry for the delay getting back to you; here's a list of my favorite fics with Cherik in a dysfunctional/toxic relationship. Hope you enjoy (and mind the tags)!!!
Missed Connections by thatoldbroad
On a subway ride, a random stranger catches Charles's attention and from there his obsession begins.
Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)
When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.
Dysfunction Junction by PippinPips
It isn't that Charles hates Erik, it's more that he hates him as much as he loves him. The feeling is completely mutual, but it's to the point where this is all routine.
One pulls away and then they rebound back together.
The Bell's Toll by MonstrousRegiment
XMFC/Nikkita crossover for a prompt in the Kinkmeme.
A sort of fusion between the two series, with a healthy (or not) dose of my own imagination. Charles Xavier goes to prison, and is recruited by a spy/assassin division of the government. Dismal a beginning as this might look, it unbelievably goes downhill. Erik, the necessary stoic ex-military man, gets sidled with him. Not a single person is amused.
Playing With Fire by professor
Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.
If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.
And So It Is by firstlightofeos
If you believe in love at first sight, look a little closer.
A story about chance meetings, instant connections, and casual betrayals between four strangers who have one thing in common: each other.
[An X-Men: First Class Closer AU.]
I'm a bullet by Isolee
Since mother - since the house - since Cain - he's adapted. He can do anything. Now he wants something, and he suspects he might even deserve it. That, and the sight of a wedding ring on Lehnsherr’s left hand lands like a hit of something expensive in his blood stream.
Deep Cover by Subtilior
Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.
but everything looks better when the sun goes down by Coshledak
It's become some unwritten rule that, if they should argue, Charles retreating to bed for the night is as figuratively a closed door as it is literally. The argument is over, at least until morning, and that's it. Erik doesn't know, precisely, how it was that this rule popped up, but he's been dealing with it for months.
Up until now, it's never really bothered him, though, at least not to this extent. He's been fairly good at convincing himself that he needs the same space that Charles does when they fight, that he's perfectly fine moving to the second bedroom in the suite. Eventually, though, that excuse was bound to dissipate into nothing, and apparently today is that day.
What Took Place in the Palace of the Snow Queen, and What Happened Afterward by cm (mumblemutter)
He was quite blue, yes nearly black with cold; but he did not observe it, for she had kissed away all feeling of cold from his body, and his heart was a lump of ice.
Make a list of everything that's ever been on fire by cm (mumblemutter)
We're brothers, you and I. We want the same thing.
fool me once, fool me twice by musical_emjay
Charles Xavier is sixteen years old the day his mother dies, leaving him parentless, temporarily penniless, and at the mercy of an inexplicable will. Shortly thereafter, his life takes a very drastic, entirely unexpected turn.
Sent to live with his estranged father -- a man named Erik Lehnsherr whom he's never met, and knows next to nothing about -- Charles soon finds himself completely out of his depth. What follows is a bitter, obsessive, destructive battle of wills that sends both Charles and Erik sliding dangerously into something neither of them are prepared for, and may not be able to stop.
As to whether they want to, that's another matter entirely.
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JESSIE “JR” RAYMOND JR x READER / Summer Prompts !
A/N: it’s cookout season yall! I HAD to do it for my man. OUR man. YOUR man is MY MAN! You get it! Took me awhile to sit down and actually write for this king but the fandom up here is dead regardless so it’ll probably flop but this is here! This one’s been on the back burner for forever and my man don’t deserve it so here’s something small this Sunday.
#17. Family BBQ (gone wrong)
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The drive back was too quiet for JR’s liking.
Even the transition from Drake’s new album (that Damon couldn’t get enough of—no surprise there, you know light skins they got to stay united and all that. Nonetheless damon tried his oh so hardest to get JR to vibe with it but after a few tracks it became background noise to JR) to now one of JR’s favorite artist, Xavier Omär couldn’t kill the fuming silence that was radiating from beside him. He switched lanes just as the night sky finally bled blue. JR allowed another few moments to pass, slightly humming the lyrics before he knocked his knuckles against your thigh.
“You see how aunt Jackie tried to slip a sock it to me cake to us, after I just told you nobody messes with her food like that?” JR chuckled to himself, trying to break the silence.
Keeping your attention out the window at the blurring Georgia trees you responded, “yeah, she sure took that opportunity to slide a piece since I told her I was allergic to coconut. Which sucks since I know y’all said uncle Demetrius wins in the cake department.”
JR nodded, “that he does, I was disappointed he didn’t make the peach cobbler this time but he said ‘round thanksgiving he’ll probably make some.”
“He’ll also leave us a to-go box on the front steps if you decide you want me to bring me to the next gathering.” You grumbled, clenching your eyes shut for a moment.
JR sucked his teeth as he glanced at you, “Y/N, baby, stop it. Everything that transpired was simply an accident. Shoot, you can even put the blame all on me if you want.”
The pure humiliation that you tried to block out seemed to sink in more and you let out a whine to keep from crying. You did fidget to bury you face deeper into JR’s hoodie as you pulled your legs up into the seat.
“I blame myself for listening to you,” you mumbled, “I should have just made my way back into the kitchen with the aunties and great aunties. Now I permanently embarrassed myself in front of your entire family—all of your girl cousins that were cool in the beginning are probably dragging me on their Instagram stories or even worse…Twitter!”
JR couldn’t help but to burst out laughing.
Which invoked a dark glare on your face while your lengthy lashes cling to the tears your eyes handed over.
“You’re not the first or last that experienced a BBQ gone wrong type of situation,” JR reached out to grip your thigh, “Damon dropped the crab legs last Christmas, today, cousin Tish threw the barbecue fork at her baby daddy, aiming for the back of his bald ass head and instead, it stuck to the door of our uncle Charles’ Maserati and that man is a shooter when it comes to his prized possessions…all you did was fly into the pool!”
A laugh bubbled in the brown skinned teen’s throat as you raised a hand to begin your attack but JR was quick to grab your wrist with one of his hands. You huffed remembering the terrifying moment when the ATV threw you into the pool, then carried its assault towards the rest of JR’s family that surrounded the burning grill.
“Damon got the footage if you want to laugh about it later?” JR offered, one hand now holding the steering wheel, “well..when you’re ready to laugh about it that is.”
You didn’t take well to criticism or being the butt of anyone’s jokes. Sure you were the family member that was the crybaby growing up, the sensitive one, but your family knew how you were but now to do something so humiliating in front of your boyfriend’s family? made you want to crawl underneath a rock and never come out.
“You just confirmed that your cousins and the world are about to ruin my life on social media, thanks.”
“They wouldn’t do that,” JR answered, “might keep it for a laugh but my people aren’t the ones to make something you feel shitty about worse. Not with my girl, my baby. And if they do, I’ll beat their asses. End of story.”
You snorted, “oh shut up. Who do you think you are, Hercules?”
“Nah, Jessie Raymond Jr. I may have the same name as my daddy but I’m my own man, act like you know, y/n.” He winked at you.
Scoffing you rolled your eyes as JR pulled your hand to his lips to place a kiss there. “There’s a bit of a smile that I was looking for.”
“That’s all you’re getting.” You sighed, “this event not only ruined my pride but also my y2k fit. I was really trying to be on my cici shit but nope, the ATV messed that up for me.” You still felt damp despite the back-up clothes that you sported underneath your boyfriend’s hoodie before continuing, “And imagine if the video gets sent to the group chat?! Cam and Landon are gonna have a field day with that.”
JR sucked his teeth again, “man, forget Landon. He can still get booted whenever. I don’t even know why he’s still in there but like I said, ain’t nobody messing with my baby but me.”
“My true knight in shining armor.” You sarcastically replied as JR chuckled while he went to switch the song.
“Here’s a little something to change this night around. I know you’ll love it since you ain’t really get to enjoy it before,” He began bouncing to the left and right in the driver’s seat making you throw your head back in annoyance, despite a smile breaking on the corner of your lips.
This beat is—
Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh
Work my body, so melodic, this beat goes right through my chest
You sing easily to the lyrics, popping your chest as JR was on background vocals.
This was how you expected the day to go, full of laughter (that you were in on, sure you might laugh about it days from now but right now it was still fresh and JR was aware of that) with good company by your side.
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Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.
#Spotify#all american#all american cw#all american: homecoming#all american homecoming#jessie ‘jr’ raymond#jessie raymond jr#Jessie raymond jr x black! reader#Jessie raymond jr x reader#damon sims#JR x damon#jessie jr raymond x damon sims#summer prompts#summer prompt
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Listen I’m not sober and am having feelings. Therefore, since my roommate is not hear to listen to me, I am taking it to the void of tumblr.
Okay? Okay. This is all stream of consciousness so buckle in, it not be coherent.
Listen.
I was on TikTok, zoning out but vibing to 60 second music while enjoying some smoke. And I don’t watch this anime so I don’t trust myself to spell the name but my friend reposted this edit:
Now see, I’m vibing to the music bobbing around, I always stop on what he reposts and it is so many of these two. He loves them, I’m happy for him. I don’t know this Anime outside these edits and what he’s ranted at me. From what I understand they were boyfriends (but not really) and there was a bitter break up in front of a KFC (but not really) when the one with dark hair decided to be a villain (a hot one apparently) and now they are bitter enemies (devastating-ly).
I’m vibing, I think ah yes the lovers to bitter enemies troupe. Heart breaking.
This lead me into thinking about said trope. How sad it is that our characters are on opposing sides- fighting someone they once wanted to make happy.
They hate each other and they hate what’s happened to them as a couple but they don’t love each other any more. At least not like they use to. They now love each other as fond memories, as shared dreams, of happiness and warmth and home.
They love each other as a time when everything was good and soft and sweat. And it wasn’t perfect but there was nothing they couldn’t bounce back from if they were together. Until there was. Until something did.
And maybe they blame the other or them selves or both but they still care. And it hurts. They are still so bitter.
They could, or maybe have, accepted their reality. Their fate to stick to this path that was of their own design.
(You can argue “well this happened,” or, “well they just felt.” You can rationalize why they would choose something that would break the best thing they have in their lives. You fantasize about it that’s why we have fix it fics.)
It doesn’t mean that when/if one of them comes to serious harm from the others actions they won’t hate themselves just a little bit more. (And maybe one of them enjoys hurting the other/ being hurt in a martyr/“i deserve this type bullshit way.)
The point is they don’t want to kill each other directly. They will stop before the finale blow or find an excuse when the other obviously has had too much. They will shield the other indirectly under some disguise, lying horribly. (Or not horribly or lying at all but acting like he really cares because the other is bad at hiding it so he’s waiting to “double cross” them but that never comes. And it’s just a vicious cycle of pretending that he doesn’t know how he really feels anymore.)
Anyway, they care on some capacity and both know they do so they don’t kill each other. There is an unspoken (or maybe spoken in like wired declarations) pact between them to not kill the other directly. Like when they meet in weird places to talk cryptically at each other. they are not allowed to kill or attempt to kill each other in these moments because they respect each other to much.
(Or are like Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr/Magneto (I keep wanting to call him Eric Kripke - that’s the creator of supernatural) type shit where they don’t want to kill each other, it’s mostly political. So like the scene in the movie where they playing chess in Eric’s cell.)
Are you with me so far?
Now imagine:
They love, respect, and care about each other. They meet to play chess, or sit on a bench, or get coffee in a polite and often cryptic way.
They have stood, shook hands and said their not-really-a-threat-nor- a-proper-goodbye. One turns to start walking away. The other doesn’t move but watches for a second. They wait a beat and call out. Or maybe they don’t. Maybe they let the other face them first or maybe they don’t want to see their face.
To see their face (maybe it’s the more trusting one to have given his back to his friend enemy) when the gun fires. When the blade plunges deep. When the take down happens.
Either way the one bleeding out will do so in the lap of the other as they mourn how things could have been.
And there are so many ways to play this trope because what if the one bleeding out is shocked, betrayed and the other is unremorseful or so wrecked with guilt and shame. Or the one who knows they’re going to die in that moment just accepts it and smiles and forgives the other (whether they want it or not and oh how they don’t deserve it but they need it like they need air because once they had been happy and good together.)
Or their last words are of love, of comfort, sent heard because other doesn’t take them into their lap but instead turned and walked away leaving their love victim to smile at the sky in peace.
#lovers to enemies#I don’t know how to tag this#I think I mentioned#supernatural#xmen#what’s that Anime?#jujitsu kaisen#?#I think that’s it#someone tag the ship#or characters#thank you
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Moment of Awesome - Madin:After their true past is revealed, Madin is placed in the Box as a temporary security measure. They certainly weren't expecting a rescue attempt by Magneto.
Madin turned as the door opened and was scrambling to their feet as they processed the identity of the man in front of them. It was a small room and their shoulders hit the far wall after only a couple of steps.
Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The bed frame was made of metal. There was metal in the door hinges. There was probably metal everywhere. "Please. I'm sorry. Please don't."
"Please don't? Please don't what? Free you from this cage they've put you in? I can leave you here, I suppose, but it would be a bit of a waste on a quite successful attack on Charles' mansion. While his X-Men engage your Brotherhood fellows on the South Lawn, they opened up enough of a gap for Mystique and I to enter secretly. Once she disables their security system - a matter of minutes - Zero will open a portal and we'll be gone before the X-Men have a chance to even assess the damage."
Madin stared at him in horror. "No." They took a deep breath. "Please don't kill them."
"Madin, if I wanted the X-Men dead, I would have done it a dozen times over by now. Misguided, certainly. Weak, without a doubt. Is that worthy of a death sentence?" Magneto paused outside of the cell door. "I must say, you have certainly exceeded my expectations."
"I didn't. I didn't fucking come here for you." Madin still hadn't moved. He was lying. He had to be lying. The X-Men were going to die. That hadn't been the plan.
"Come now, Madin. Do you honestly think I didn't see every step before you took it? Or I couldn't have prevented it at any time? No." He sighed. "I wanted you to find your way here. To experience their futility first hand. Their hypocrisy. I have no doubt they told you just how much this place was a haven for our kind. That Xavier's way was about peace. And yet..." He took a seat. "And yet." He waved at Madin's cell door. "Tell me. How long did it take before you were told that humans deserved rights over you? How their fear was your problem to fix?"
Could they get to the door before he did anything? "They didn't say that exactly. I don't. I. They never said that I have to give my rights over to humans," Madin mumbled. Except Terry had, in the discussion about the community centre. Human bigots were tolerated there and Madin hadn't set foot in the place since.
"For all this is a haven, how long before they showed you exactly what they thought about a mutant who didn't immediately fall into line behind their philosophies?" He said, with an arch of his brow. "I gave you the room you needed to find your way here. To see for yourself what we face; our own standing behind the same people who curse and hate us. I wanted you to understand first hand who they are and just why we need you, Madin."
"I'm not going back." Everything else had sounded uncertain. This wasn't. "I'm not fucking going back." They should have left months ago. Mystique was taking down the security system and the X-Men were dying and this was their fault. All of it.
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Ugh can we pls talk about this because oh my god i hate the grip these men and movies have on my thoughts. Erik is just stuck in this damn pattern of fucking up the one good thing he's had since... since his mother, since before the camps. (I assume). Motherfucker just had to go and try to kill his boyfriends sister, his ex teammate, and guess what? You were probably correct, Charles once again never held that against him. Imagine what could've happened if Erik wasn't such a pig-headed son of a bitch. Trask wouldn't have gotten that small taste of Raven's blood, and that one deleted scene where Logan is telling Raven what a cold hearted murderous bitch she becomes would've happened and Erik most likely would've been there with them, wanting to stop the upcoming war / genocide any way he could if his ego wasn't so strong. And speaking of that deleted scene, was Charles just getting inside Raven's mine to spite her?? Because we know previously he'd promised to never get inside her head, until he did in Cuba, but it was like at this point in the he just wanted to rile her up.
#cherik#erik lehnsherr#xmen#charles xavier#magneto#professor x#x men first class#both charles and erik had a point#charles xavier deserves everything#xmen days of future past#Erik Lehnsherr is a pigheaded egotistical fuck
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So Easy by Cerylid, art by shinysylver
So Easy (13740 words) by Cerylid
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: X-Men (Original Timeline Movies), X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Logan/Scott Summers
Characters: Logan (X-Men), Scott Summers, Charles Xavier
Additional Tags: Post-X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Second Chances, Guilt, Healing, Scott Summers Deserves Happiness, Developing Relationship, Logan (X-men) Deserves Happiness
Summary:
Logan wakes from the events in Days of Future Past to discover that he and Scott Summers are in a clandestine relationship. When Scott realises that this is a “different” Logan from the one he’s in love with, he pulls away and pretends nothing is wrong.
As Logan struggles to come to terms with everything that's happened, changing the timeline and saving his friends, he also has to contend with his growing confusion over Scott, as well as Scott's increasing efforts to pretend that he's unaffected by what's happened.
Art post by shinysylver: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/marvel_bang_2022/works/44103357
#marvel bang#marvelbang#2022 marvel bang submission#wolverine x cyclops#scott x logan#marvel fanart#marvel fanfction
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1000 Follower Celebration! *Closed*
We've hit 1000 followers!
I legit can't believe it but we did it! Thank you all so much for all your support and for sticking around. You guys make writing fun and constantly inspire me everyday to be better.
So as a thank you, here's a special celebration!
Celebration masterlist!
Choose a character (or two 😏), some prompts and/or tropes, and an AU if you want
Prompt:
1: “God you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
2: “I want to fuck you until you can only remember my name.”
3: “Can he fuck you like this?”
4: “Can I kiss you?”
5: “Every moment of my life, every decision I’ve ever made, has led me to you and I don’t regret it. Not for a single second.”
6: “I want to have her babies.”
7: “Wife me up.”
8: “I burn for you.”
9: “You make me so mad. So fucking mad. But I will never, never leave you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”
10: “I can��t do this anymore.”
11: “Let me have you. Please.”
12: “I can’t imagine a life without you.”
13: “D-don’t leave me, you’re my life.”
14: “Don’t come crawling back to me when this all goes wrong.”
15: “I’ll come back for you, I promise.”
16: “Choose me.”
17: “I have always loved you.”
18: “You are my light.”
19: “I need to be inside you.”
20: “God you taste divine.”
21: “You’re mine.”
22: “Let’s break the bed tonight.”
23: “Wanna blow this off and fuck?”
24: “I’m gonna marry you one day.”
25: “We could go anywhere. As long as I’m with you, I’m home.”
26: “Please, I can’t lose you.”
27: “You and I are endgame.”
28: “C’mon, you’ll be less cranky after you’ve had a snack and an orgasm.”
29: “We don’t have any popsicles left. Can I suck on yours?”
30: “All this has accomplished is ruining my panties.”
31: “God you’re so dumb.”
32: “You’re lucky I love you.”
33: “You better be on that bed, face down, ass up by the time I count to ten.”
34: “I can’t leave knowing you’re angry at me.”
35: “You wanna watch the Office, eat pizza and have sex?”
36: “Happy anniversary, can I peg you now?”
37: “You’re going to be the death of me.”
38: “I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.”
39: “Are you naked?!”
40: “I’m gonna suck the soul outta you.”
41: “I could spend years between your legs, having only your cunt to sustain me.”
42: “Can I beat them up?”
43: “So are we just going to stand around all day or are we going to fight?”
44: “I would burn worlds for you.”
45: “I told you to stay put!”
46: “They have your eyes.”
47: “I will never stop fighting for you.”
48: “You can take it, you were made for it.”
49: “You keep going like that and you’re going to end up over my knee with a bruised bottom.”
50: “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Character:
Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers
Sam Wilson
Bucky Barnes
Thor Odinson
Loki Laufyson
Peter Parker
Logan Howlette
Erik Lensherr
Charles Xavier
Bruce Wayne
Clark Kent
Jason Todd
Dick Grayson
Arthur Curry
Obi wan Kenobi
Anakin Skywalker
Din Djarin
Sam Winchester
Dean Winchester
Castiel Novak
Rick Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Negan Smith
Trope:
1: One bed
2: Friends to lovers
3: Enemies to lovers
4: Forbidden love
5: Deathbed confession
6: Forced proximity
7: Mutual pining
8: Fake dating
9: Opposites attract
10: Single parent
11: Second chances
12: Love triangle
13: Amnesia
14: Auction
15: Arranged marriage
16: Blind date
17: Return from the dead
18: Unexpected pregnancy
19: Sex pollen
20: Truth serum
AU:
1: Soulmate
2: A/B/O
3: Supernatural
4: Royal
5: Modern
6: Sugar Daddy
7: Mob
#1000 followers#1000 follower celebration#marvel x plus size reader#avengers x plus size reader#dc x plus size reader#star wars x plus size reader#x-men x plus size reader#supernatural x plus size reader#supernatural#marvel#mcu#dceu#x-men#walking dead x plus size reader#a/b/o#royal!au#supernatural!au#modern!au#mob!au#sugar daddy!au#soulmate!au#enemies to lovers#female reader#reader insert#plus size reader#fluff#smut#angst#requests are open!
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Ok, so Kalle is Demerzel's ex wife. I'm calling it now.
I did say that I wouldn't bother you with the full account of my watching and I won't. But come on, I HAVE to share a bit, don't i?! So anyway, I'm starting episode 5 now. I have a lot on my mind about the previous episodes as well, I've tried to write it down as it happened.
First things first, and no offense, but if your "Prophet" takes one look at you, and the only nice thing he can say is "you have a fine suit" then maybe it's time to reevaluate your life's choices.
I wish a nun would lay it on me the way Constant went after Mallow. Nuns are married to God. If a nun is telling me that she wants to bed me, I'm not going to think twice about it. I'm cuckholding God and that's it.
Raych deserved fucking better. He got fucked over big time and I will never be ok about it. He just wanted to love and do right by humanity, and Hari used him because he lacked courage. He should've found it in himself to fall onto the knife on his own. It's not that hard, I've been stabbed before (true story). I mean it's bad. It hurts like Hell. But damnit, he didn't know that! It was his first time, he should've just fallen onto it and voilà!
I dislike Sareth a bit less. I find her whole entourage boring (sorry to anyone who might be offended here) but her boldness is refreshing. They're all stupid though. Cleon XII would've seen right through their bullshit a long while ago!
I'm pissing myself laughing "the man needs to be on top" he's so lame. The way he closed his robe after she left. He's so teenage boy coded. Demerzel didn't teach him shit! This is a disgrace, you have a robot lady, she knows basically everything, she could teach anyone how to become a sex god, and all you know of sex is that "men be on top". Pathetic.
FUCK YOU HUGO IS BACK?! FUCK ME THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE WANTED (it feels weird though… It's… really him? It better be him or i'm going to kill someone). Alright, i'm going to kill someone. I'm very angry now. You don't use my dude like that. I was excited. Nope. I'm super sad :(
Ok episode is over. This was weird. A room full of telephaths? I'd just keep sing to myself "Cotton Eyed Joe" until they all start vomiting. I could defeat Charles Xavier, I ain't no scared of no Lady in White! (I don't trust her at all. Dressing in all white like that is so evil. White is so hard to keep clean, especially in a forest. The laundry on this place must be a nightmare! Whoever authorized that is evil.)
FNG
Ohoho! Let's break this down.
... Under the cut in case of further spoileriness...
Kalle as Demerzel's ex-wife - I didn't think of that and now it seems to be the only thing that makes sense! Spouses to bitter rivals, both having access to cloning technology and both wanting a piece of Hari for their nefarious / benevolent purposes! What could go wrong??? I must also inform you that Foundation community is preemptively very intrigued by your idea!
The number of times Hari complimented his suit made me feel like the line is a bit of a Chekhov's gun... Let's see what grisly end the fella with the fine suit will meet...
Hober - yeah, idk what the guy was thinking!
Raych - first of all... WHAT - you've been stabbed before!!! Glad to hear you're alright after the ordeal. It's a good point you're making though - it was cowardly of Hari to do that. He could have just let Raych escape while killing himself, but he was too weak. It's pretty clear that he feels very guilty over that, and naturally Gaal being less than happy over it doesn't help.
Sareth - yes... the "old" Empire wouldn't have this whole marriage plot to begin with and would never have anyone question them so boldly without being immediately killed. I suppose it only took a couple of generations for things to go to absolute shit. LOL at your judgement of her entourage. Respect. I am not a fan of the actress' skillset but I do appreciate Sareth as a character being dogged in her pursuit of finding out whether Day had executed her whole family. That's admirable. And she gets massive points for laughing at his lack of performance.
Last season, I was naturally a massive proponent of Demerzel and Cleons. This Day's pathetic nature is so POTENT that not only do I cringe every time they are together, but I find him barely watchable. And in a sense, I mean this in a good way - great acting from Lee Pace - this Cleon is a hoot.
Hugo... yes.... I think everyone is unanimous in this opinion!
LOL at Cotton Eye Joe - THANKS A LOT, that's going to be my theme music for Mentalics and that whole plot. Yeah, no comment. In general, I find telepathy in sci-fi pretty goofy, and it's VERY of the period for when Asimov wrote that. Apparently, it all traces back to one prominent editor at the time who LOVED that theme and a big chunk of authors ended up going with that trend. And now we see it play out on screen yet again!
THANKS FOR YOUR UPDATE, FNG! Please rate the episodes so far on a scale from 1 to 10 for each episode!
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In your personal opinion, which adaption of the Addams Family is a good adaption?
Wednesday feels like it could be better but the chemistry between Gomez and Morticia is just not as iconic as the 1991 and 1993 movie version
I never got around to consuming the original material, in this case the comics, however, I believe I have read enough about Addams to give a not-so-dumb opinion. So, considering what they say about the original comics being much darker than the '64 series, I would say that the films are the adaptations that perhaps come closest to Charles Addams' original idea. Yet, it's always good to remember that the Addams only became the Addams when the original series was produced, as until then the family had no name, save for Morticia and Wednesday who needed to be named for the licensing of a line of dolls. Everything we know about the Addams, the family dynamic, the love Gomez has for Morticia, Wednesday, Pugsley, Lurch, Thing and Itt, all started with the original series and not the comics. The comics introduced us to the Addams, but the original series shaped and named them. That being the case, I would say that the '64 series is the best adaptation, or at least my favourite, as it is responsible for the best marriage in human history.
Now, I'm not unfair and I know that most of the people out there loving the Addams Family grew up with the Sonnenfeld's films, me being one of them. The 1991 and 1993 films are wonderful and deserve all the love they get, Juilá and Huston were able to hold the weight of Astin and Jones' crown and they deserve to be recognised as Gomez and Morticia, because they are Gomez and Morticia.
About Guzmán and Zeta-Jones, I'll be very honest, I don't know much of Guzmán's work, obviously I've seen him around, but I can't tell you two movies he's done off the top of my head. Zeta-Jones, on the other hand, I've watched several films with her, though I've never connected the name to the face and only became aware of who she actually is after I became slightly obsessed with her (I'm only human). What I can say about their Gomez and Morticia is that the script of the series is terrible, especially when it comes to the characters on the edge (a term I just made up, not sure if it actually exists). The script focuses on Wednesday and hopefully those closest to her (Enid, Xavier, Tyler and Weems), the rest is just that, the rest. And, unfortunately, the Addams fell into that category. Gomez and Morticia (and Pugsley) appear for two episodes, in the first with only five minutes screen time, and in the fifth where everything is just bad. Personally, I enjoyed the fifth episode from a point of view of 'oh my gods, my family finally showed up'. However, if I'm a bit critical, the poor quality and mischaracterisation of the characters becomes something glaring. As several people have pointed out before, making Wednesday angry because her father is supposedly a murderer makes no sense at all. Just as it makes no sense for Gomez to feel ashamed of that fact, especially when Juliá's Gomez was also suspected of killing his own cousin and talks about it with a smile on his face. Of course, every adaptation is an adaptation, but we are talking about characters marked in the popular imagination and from whom people expect something in particular. The Addams way of being is something that cannot be lost or changed from one adaptation to another, and Wednesday fails badly in showing the Addams way.
I was going to say something else, but I lost my train of thought. Anyway, the original series and the Sonnenfeld movies are the best versions of the Addams. Vernon and Tiernen's animated films are good for passing the time (and I'd say the look of the characters comes close enough to the original), but they have the same family dynamic problem as Wednesday, the difference being that Wednesday made everything infinitely worse. There's still time to fix things in season two, hopefully Ortega can do that for us.
I remembered what I was going to say. One problem with recent adaptations, in my opinion, is the focus on the main core family, ignoring those close to them. The original series is about Gomez and Morticia and their shenanigans, most episodes involve some craziness from the two, but still, the secondary characters had their time to shine. Lurch, Thing, Mama, Cousin Itt and Fester all had episodes focused on solving some problem of their own or where they were the centre of the whole mess. Pugsley and Wednesday, even though they hardly appeared much in most episodes, also had episodes reserved for them. Nowadays, that doesn't happen any more. Pugsley being the one who suffers the most from this, because with each new adaptation he gets dumber and more invisible. The original Pugsley was curious and creative, an efficient inventor and an enthusiastic pyrotechnician. Apart from his love of explosives, every other part of his personality has been transferred to Wednesday, plus the fact that he's the oldest and has an octopus.
I've talked a lot and I don't know if I've managed to answer your question, but this is it.
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I posted 3,808 times in 2022
That's 540 more posts than 2021!
178 posts created (5%)
3,630 posts reblogged (95%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 3,806 of my posts in 2022
#fandom: hated and feared - 869 posts
#genre: visual - 777 posts
#ch: heavy metal broke my heart - 666 posts
#ch: if you can‚ teach (professor heal thyself) - 633 posts
#relship: we'll always have cuba - 570 posts
#filed under: highlights reel - 327 posts
#genre: juxtapositional - 314 posts
#fandom: the road so far - 296 posts
#fandom: and there came a day unlike any other - 194 posts
#hyperfixation: to make bread or love - 193 posts
Longest Tag: 137 characters
#i think spotify is refusing to show me a wrapped option because i don't even know if i've listened to a single song through all year 😂😭
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
after much ethnographic immersion, i have determined that as of 2022, there's actually a roughly equal number of erik stans & charles stans in the current cherik fandom. they just happen to exist in entirely separate spheres & seem to be unaware that the other group exists. if you are suffering from fandom fatigue as a result of feeling that everyone else woobifies your unfavorite, i recommend some kind of cultural exchange that would expose you to a different circle of cherik shippers, because the one thing we can all agree on is that anons whining that everyone else in fandom is so stupid & wrong & annoying is possibly the most annoying thing of all.
80 notes - Posted January 4, 2022
#4
[ID: tweet from @onslaughtverse reading,
erik "i'd destroy the world for you" lehnsherr and charles "i'll create a world that deserves you" xavier
/end ID]
91 notes - Posted August 18, 2022
#3
new rule: you’re not allowed to call a fandom dead unless you’re actively creating for it
110 notes - Posted January 31, 2022
#2
See the full post
126 notes - Posted July 18, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
but ALSO ON THE OTHER HAND the failure of telepathy. erik who is like "ah so he knows i am a monster" and just goes on like that glumly but also doesn't bother telling charles anything about himself because he already knows, surely he already knows. erik who makes charles his arbitrator of what is good and moral and thinks A Good Person Would Be Against Me Killing Shaw even knowing that he killed my mom, experimented on me, that his death is the only thing that has allowed me to keep putting one foot in front of the other instead of just lying down and dying, this man who knows everything about me and therefore gives me exactly what i am worth and it is the tenderness of friendship but no more, it is sitting three feet away from me in his study. and meanwhile charles is like :) can't wait to get to know him as a real person more than just what my telepathy can tell me because charles knows better than anyone that it doesn't matter what you think and that who you are is defined by what you choose to do (which is why he should convert and not just to give edie the satisfaction of marrying her child off to a nice jewish boy)
164 notes - Posted March 13, 2022
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#top five posts all cherik. as it should be#also a little flattered that one of them was a graphic!!!#etc: practical blogkeeping#temp directory: the pornbots are coming from inside the house
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