#And Jean not needing Cerebro

[x-mensirens]

Madelyn Pryor and Jean Grey in the Astral Plane

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

i'm down on my knees, i wanna take you there

summary: you are suiting up for your first mission, the only problem being everyone "forgot" (intentionally withheld) this information from Logan wc: 2.3k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your support about my other Logan fic!! I am really enjoying writing for him, and have a few ideas for this Logan as well as some for Worst!Wolverine aka Deadpool 3!Logan as well! More info about empath!reader's powers and her role at the school in this one <3 warnings: slight (incredibly) slight angst, protective!Logan, a bit of a hurt comfort vibe, Ororo, Scott and Jean are meddlers this is the previous fic with these two, not required reading at all, though!

The leather was cool and surprisingly soft against your skin. There had never been reason for you to have to accompany a mission requiring one of the suits before, and you were shocked at how comfortable the uniform was. Typically, when you were asked to help with a mission, you were there for intel. Scope the place out, get a read on the general vibe of the place. Your powers didn’t provide the same level of protection as laser eyes or a strong regenerative healing factor. You would typically arrive with Rogue, in clothes from your own closet and one of the least fancy cars from the garage. You would slip in, get your read, and get out. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help, you just lacked the training that the other members of the team had. And after all, someone had to stay back to mind things at the school. When Charles had approached you a few months ago about some possible applications for your mutation that would come in handy on missions, you’d been hesitant. It was so outside of your comfort zone to load yourself onto a jet that you’d never even considered the possibility. You were far more comfortable in the library where you held English classes for the students, or helping Charles keep students calm while exploring their powers. Neither scenario included the possibility of a lot of violence. 

Ororo helped you finish zipping yourself into the suit, smoothing her hands along the sleeves before giving you a final nod of approval. Jean and Scott granted you small smiles and you did your best to look as confident as you knew they felt. 

They’d promised it was a simple mission, the kind they usually took students on when Charles felt they were ready to join the team, if that’s what they decided to do after wrapping up their schooling. Charles had heard word of a young mutant who had some kind of telekinetic powers and had recently had an eruption while at school. Everyone agreed that it would be best to find them and convince them to return to the school for some training with as little force as possible, only expedited by the fact that Charles had found them hungry and afraid after running away from home using Cerebro. In the past, the kids had been resistant due to huge amounts of fear, causing them to lash out. You knew they were right that your powers would be useful at times like these, and if you were able to help in any way you were inclined to. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” You sighed. It wasn’t that you were all conspiring to keep this a secret from Logan. It wasn’t a discussion that you’d had to agree on group espionage. It just seemed that all of you had a sort of understanding that it might be better to ask forgiveness rather than permission. Not that you needed permission. 

Logan looked furious, and what’s worse, he felt furious. You and Charles had been working to extend your powers over further distances, no longer needing to touch someone directly to know how they feel. Though it certainly doesn’t hurt matters. You’d sensed him upstairs, seemingly pacing around and seething. You’d hoped one of the kids had gotten on his nerves, or something on tv had set him off. You could see that was foolish now. 

“We aren’t doing anything to her,” Scott had his visor on, blocking his eyes from view, but you didn’t need to see to know that he was rolling his eyes. “She’s chosen to accompany us on a mission.” 

“A small mission!” Ororo chimed in, doing her best to give Logan a reassuring smile. 

You checked back in with his aura. Still furious. But it was a nice try, you supposed. Logan’s hackles were raised, his chest heaving. This certainly wouldn’t do. “Can I have a moment with you,” you glanced around the room, briefly meeting the other three mutant’s eyes. “Alone?” 

Logan was still staring daggers at Scott. He wasn’t even the one who suggested you were ready to come along. Jean and Charles had approached you this morning. You laid a hand against his arm, hoping to lead him out of the room, but he flinched away. The pang in your heart was immediate. Did he really think you were so callous that you would ever use your powers without his express permission, or some kind of emergency. You could feel the tears starting to gather in the corner of your eye, your arms wrapping protectively around your midsection. 

Jean slipped one arm through Scott’s and took Ororo’s hand with her other, gently leading them out of the room. “We are going to check a few things with the jet, last minute.” She began to hustle them out of the room. “Call if you need anything!” 

The door shut firmly behind them, and you were left alone with Logan, who looked like he was going to start shaking. “I wasn’t going to-”

“You don’t think I know that?” You can’t help but recoil. You have never been afraid of Logan, even when it may have been in your best judgement to be wary, and you still aren’t. But you can’t deny that it hurts when he snaps at you. Especially when you thought, well. You thought you were growing close. You started to turn away, but before you could, a warm hand caught ahold of your arm. “I’m not… fuck.” He took a heaving breath, shaking his head as if he could clear whatever thoughts were bothering him. “I’m not mad.” 

Despite the serious energy of the conversation, you couldn’t help the incredulous look you shot his way. He tried his best to hide it, but you could see the corner of his mouth turning up at you. “Fine, I’m not mad at you.” 

“You know, you really can’t be mad at anyone, they were just doing-” you were cut off when you fell Logan’s hand traveling down your arm, and pushing your sleeve up gently from where it was covering your hand. He slipped his hand into yours and you felt yourself relax a bit. “Just, take a look, yeah?” 

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“I trust you, bub.” You searched his eyes for any sign of hesitancy, but all you found was trust. Complete and utter trust. You nodded, tightening your own grip on his hand. Doing your best not to let the gentle rub of his thumb against your knuckles distract you, you took a deep breath and opened yourself up to his feelings. 

At first you did feel anger, bright red and hot. You sifted past it, steeling yourself. The first time you had encountered such strong anger, you had felt as if you were going to collapse. But you were stronger now, more prepared to deal with these kinds of feelings. The anger was strong, but also surprisingly shallow. In the depths of his emotions, Logan was worried. Terrified. A deep dark purple that made your own hands shake. His grip on your hand tightened, effectively drawing you back to yourself. There was more, a soft inviting pink that you didn’t dare to touch and shiny bright gold, which told you he was proud. 

You opened your eyes, fighting back the heat you felt creeping onto your cheeks. His expression hadn’t changed, pure trust and tenderness. It should have been disarming, or at the very least surprising. Logan wasn’t so open and honest with people. But the two of you had always had different expectations for the other. 

You couldn’t help it, a smile crept over your features. “You’re proud of me?” 

He rolled his eyes, but his smile only grew. He took your free hand in his, pulling you in closer. “I’m always proud of you.” He hesitated for a brief moment, and you did your best to bite your tongue. You could tell Logan had been making an effort to open up lately, and not just to you, but that didn’t make prolonged silences and easier to bear. “I know it’s not my place to demand anything of you.” 

“You’re my… friend.” You cut him off, wincing at the pause. It didn’t feel like the time to pressure him into labeling whatever feelings may be floating around. “And I always want to hear my friend’s opinions. What’s bothering you so badly?” 

“I could hear your heartbeat from upstairs.” Your eyes grew wide, too shocked to try to school your expression. Logan had told you several times that he had learned to block out his enhanced hearing when he was quite young. Usually to tease you when you got on a long tangent about something you enjoyed. He pretended to zone out and ignore you, but he would always remember small details about your rants, bringing them up nonchalantly at a later date  “I, uh, keep an ear out sometimes. Helps with the worry.” 

He worries about you? Even more surprising, he’s listening to your heartbeat like background music to his day. You promise yourself you will ask him about it when you don’t have a room full of your friends waiting on you. “I thought we’d covered this. I can take care of myself.” 

He sighed, bringing a hand to rest gently where your jaw meets your neck. “Sweetheart, I know you can. But that doesn’t stop me from watching out for you.” 

Your hand moved to rest overtop of his. “The good news is that I will have lots of people watching out for me. You know they won’t let anything happen.” You receive a single huff in return. He’s not convinced. “You know that these are the kinds of missions we send the kids on. I’ll be fine.” 

He considers for a moment, before dropping his hand and nodding. “Give me a second to get changed, and we will head out.” 

You grabbed for his hand, but he was already out the door, and moving too fast for you to stop. “Logan, don’t be ridiculous.” 

“What’s ridiculous is you thinking that I would ever let you go out there alone.” 

“As we already established, I have three very capable friends coming with me. I am only going as a contingency plan.”

“Well then consider me the contingency to the contingency plan.” You huffed, following him next door. 

You darted around in front of Logan, pushing against his chest with all your strength, even if you were fully aware that it was the equivalent of a fly buzzing around him. He stopped all the same, eyebrows pulled together in frustration. “I know you’re worried and I know that this is you trying to help.” Logan had his I’m about to interrupt you look on his face, leaving you to shove him again. Thankfully, he understood your intention. “This is important to me. You can’t be there every time, and I have to stand on my own two feet. I want to contribute to the work we do here more than just teaching kids about how awesome Shakespeare is.” The look was back. “Which is still an important contribution.” You added, which seemed to appease him. “But, I don’t want it to be my only contribution. So I am going to go and make sure that this scared kid who is all alone out there makes it back here safe. And you are going to stay here and make sure that everyone gets dinner and help with their assignments. And then when I get back, we are going to have a talk about all this.” 

“All this?” A smile crept back onto your face, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. 

“Oh my god shut up!” He caught your hands before they made contact with his chest, but he was slow to let go this time. He brought the back of both of your hands to his mouth, dropping a small kiss on each one, before returning your hands to your side. 

“If you come back with so much as a bump to the head, Scott’s dead.” 

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and pointing out that this was exactly what you were talking about earlier did little to sway him. So you gave in, agreeing to give him a full report before slipping your hand into his and tugging him towards the jet. 

“We’ll be back in a bit.” You promised. You could feel the others staring from just inside the jet, but you barely noticed. Logan was checking over your suit meticulously, tugging zippers a few more clicks up and making sure that the collar wasn’t too tight around your neck. He kneeled down, checking to make sure the laces on your boots were double knotted. “Logan,” you laughed, reaching down to tilt his head up to look at you. “I’m too seconds away from sending a lot of exhaustion your way and leaving you passed out in here. You have to let me go, it’s going to be fine.” 

He remained kneeling for a second too long, a look in his eyes you couldn’t entirely place. The sound of the jet powering on broke the both of you out of your trance. He was on his feet in a flash, checking over you one final time. You rose up on your tippy toes, balancing by resting your hands on his shoulders, before gently kissing him on the cheek. You pulled back, nose scrunched up from the tickle of his facial hair. “We’ll be back in a few hours. Hold down the fort for us, yeah?” 

He nodded, pupils slightly blown out and a dreamy look on his face. You giggled, walking backwards for as long as you can before turning around and finding a seat on the jet. You could feel Jean and Scott’s eyes on you as Ororo began maneuvering the jet out of the garage. “Don’t even start.” You muttered, settling firmly into your seat, doing your best to soak up the pride and confidence the others were projecting into the cockpit. 

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[awkward-walking-potato]

Do you write for charles xavier?? If so cloud we get a reader who just keeps bothering him while he is working cause they want his attention and every one else is busy? I hope you have a good day!

I hope you don't mind I wrote this Pre Wheels Charles

The afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of the Xavier Institute, casting warm, golden light across the vast room where Charles Xavier sat, surrounded by papers, books, and a holographic display projecting data from Cerebro. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his mind focused on the delicate task of tracking mutant activity across the globe. The mansion was unusually quiet, with the other X-Men off on various missions or training sessions. It was a rare moment of peace, one that Charles was determined to use to catch up on work.

And then, you appeared.

“Charles?” Your voice broke the silence, drawing his attention away from the screen.

“Yes?” He looked up, his expression patient but slightly distracted.

“What are you doing?” You leaned against the doorframe, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Just some work,” he replied, hoping that would suffice as an explanation.

You nodded, stepping further into the room. “Looks important.”

“It is,” Charles confirmed, his eyes drifting back to the hologram. He tried to refocus, but he could feel your presence, still lingering, still watching.

“Everyone else is busy,” you continued, moving closer to his desk. “Scott, Jean, Logan—they’re all off doing something. I’m bored.”

Charles glanced up again, his lips quirking into a small smile. “And so you’ve come to bother me?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a grin, leaning on his desk now. “What’s that?” You pointed to the hologram.

“Mutant activity tracking. I’m trying to—”

“Sounds complicated,” you interrupted, picking up one of the pens on his desk and twirling it between your fingers.

“It is,” he said, still smiling despite himself. He could sense your playfulness, and though he knew he needed to focus, he couldn’t help but be charmed by your persistence.

You sighed dramatically, putting the pen down and plopping into the chair across from him. “Can I help?”

“I’m not sure this is something you’d find very interesting,” he said diplomatically, though the idea of you sifting through the data with him did amuse him.

You groaned and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. “Why is everyone always so busy? It’s like this whole saving-the-world thing never ends.”

Charles chuckled softly. “It does tend to keep us occupied.”

There was a pause, and for a moment, Charles thought you might have given up. He returned his attention to the hologram, his fingers hovering over the controls.

But then, you spoke again. “Charles?”

“Yes?”

“Do you ever just—” You hesitated, searching for the right words. “Do you ever just want to take a break from all this? From being the wise professor and the leader of the X-Men? Just…be Charles for a while?”

Charles looked at you, truly looked, and saw the sincerity in your eyes. It wasn’t just boredom driving you to seek him out; it was a desire for connection, for a moment of normalcy in a life that was anything but.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair, the work momentarily forgotten. “Yes, I do. More often than you might think.”

You smiled, a warm, understanding smile that made something in his chest loosen. “Then maybe you should take a break. Just for a little while. You deserve it.”

Charles regarded you thoughtfully. “And what would you have me do during this break?”

“Well,” you said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin, “I was thinking we could take a walk in the garden. Or, if you’re feeling adventurous, we could raid the kitchen for some of those cookies Hank made yesterday.”

Charles laughed, a genuine, light-hearted sound that echoed in the quiet room. “Cookies and a walk in the garden, you say?”

“Maybe even some tea,” you added with a playful wag of your eyebrows.

He shook his head, still smiling. “You’re very persuasive.”

“It’s one of my many talents,” you said, standing up and holding out your hand.

Charles looked at the work spread out before him, then back at you. The world could wait a little while longer. With a nod, he reached out and took your hand, letting you pull him to his feet.

“Alright,” he agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Let’s go see about those cookies.”

As you led him out of the study, chatting animatedly about all the things you wanted to do, Charles couldn’t help but feel grateful for the interruption.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ 18

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Word Count: 2,615ish

Summary: The team influtriates the base at Alkali Lake.

Warnings: fighting, injuries, main character death(s)

Notes: Welp, here's another chapter! Please let me know how you like it!

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Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro weren’t happy to be left on the jet while the others followed the plan and entered the Alkali base. Mystique went in first, disguised as Logan. As soon as she was able to gain control from the inside, she opened the spillway doors and allowed the others to enter the base. Logan stepped inside and immediately sniffed. He caught wind of your scent. It was barely there, but it was there. The group met Mystique in the control room.

“Have you found it?” Magneto asked, going up to the controls.

“A large portion of the energy from the dam has been diverted to this chamber,” Mystique explained, showing the map of the base on the screen.

“Cerebro,” Ororo whispered.

“There is it,” Magneto said.

“Can you shut it down from here?”

“No.”

“Come,” Magneto said to Mystique. “There’s little time.”

“Not without us,” Jean told him.

“Oh my God,” Ororo said, noticing one of the screens. “The children. Kurt, will you come with me?”

“Yes.”

As the others continued talking, Logan looked over the monitors, trying to see if he could find you anywhere. He caught sight of Stryker, most likely head towards Cerebro. If he couldn’t locate you immediately, then the next best thing was Stryker. The others were too busy forming a plan to see Logan slip his comms device out of his ear and head out of the room.

~~~

Stryker marched down the halls, headed for Cerebro.

“Make sure Weapon XII is ready,” he ordered. “I need more time.”

“Yes, sir,” one of the soldiers replied.

The soldier signaled a few others to follow him and headed to where you were being kept. You were still upright, chained to the table. The soldiers entered and one of them was quick to insert you with another dose of liquid. Then they unchained you, helping you to the ground.

“Weapon XII,” the soldier called. “You are ordered to protect Colonel Stryker. He needs more time.”

With a simple nod, you headed out with one objective: protect Stryker.

~~~

Logan was growing more frantic as he searched the base for you or Stryker. He kept coming up empty, going from room to room, hallway to hallway. The whole base was a maze. Suddenly he stopped, hearing something from down another hallway that sounded familiar. Logan headed over and down a flight of stairs into a dimly lit room. In the center of it, there was a tank of water, with his x-ray’s behind it.

Logan inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as memories of his skeleton being grafted with adamantium filled his head. Snapping his eyes opened, Logan continued to explore the room, with each piece he remembered more and more of that day. The revenge. The anger. The fight to get out of there before they erased his memories. 

“The tricky thing about adamantium is,” Stryker spoke up from behind Logan, “that if you ever manage to process its raw, liquid form, you gotta keep it that way.” He walked around, moving into Logan’s line of sight. “Keep it hot. Because once the metal cools, it’s indestructible. But you already know that. I used to think you were one of a kind, Wolverine. I was wrong.”

Logan clenched his jaw, but before he could take a move towards Stryker, your scent filled his nostrils. You stepped out of the dark, moving to stand between Logan and Stryker.

“Y/N,” Logan breathed out. There was no recognition in your eyes as you stared Logan down.

“Y/N has always been one of my favorite soldiers,” Stryker taunted. “She just needed a little reminder.”

“What did you do?”

“Enough.” Stryker walked away, leaving the two of you at a stand still.

“I won’t hurt you.” You didn’t give Logan a verbal response. You simply stepped forward, fire forming around your fists. “Y/N, it’s me. It’s Logan.” 

If this was just a little bit about how you felt towards him not knowing you, Logan would forever be sorry for the pain he caused. Looking at you without you knowing who he was, was torture.

“Y/N—“

You cut him off with a large fire ball, throwing Logan back into one of the concrete posts. With a groan, Logan stood up and spun around you face you.

“I’m not going to fight you, sweetheart. I can’t do it.”

You began to rapid fire, fireballs in his direction. He did his best to dodge them while trying to get you to remember him. Logan wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he harmed you. He had to find a way to wake you up from whatever Stryker had done to you. 

Blasting him back again, Logan slid against the ground. You marched towards him, hands warming up again. He muttered an apology as one of his legs swung out and brought you to the ground. He quickly straddled you, pinning your arms over your head. You thrashed around, trying to brake out of his tight grip. Your skin started to heat up and Logan clenched his jaw, groaning at the pain.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he tried to get you to come to. “It’s me. It’s James.”

You snarled at him, trying to break lose as your skin burned his skin.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he told you. “I promise I wanted this scenario to be very different.”

In a blink of an eye, Logan was leaning down and kissing your lips. Slowly, you began to lose your fight against him. He broke the kiss and looked down at you, hoping that his idea had worked. You were blinking up at him.

“J—James?” You rasped.

Logan felt almost instant relief. “It’s me, sweetheart.” His voice was calm, yet full of concern. You burst into tears as you remembered the torture and the mind control. Logan quickly got off of you and pulled you into him. “I’m right here, darlin’. I’ve got you.” He held a kiss to your head as your arms tightened around him.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You had no control… I’m the one who should be apologizing. I should have been there with you when they raided the mansion. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah… We really need to have a talk.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I meant it. About everything. Including how you got me out of that trance.”

“I couldn’t hurt you.”

“I appreciate it. Now— ah!”

Both you and Logan cried out in pain as a high-pitched vibrating noise echoed through your minds. Your hands grabbed your head and Logan held you closer to his chest. The two of you stayed together as you groaned in pain. When the sound suddenly stopped, Logan quickly had your face in his hands, cradling it.

“Are you all right?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” you panted. “You?”

“Fine. Come on.” Logan pulled you up. “We’ve got to get Stryker and help the others.”

Logan pulled you along, sniffing out the trail that Stryker had left. He led you outside, where Stryker was readying a helicopter. Logan let go of your hand, decking Stryker in the face and causing him to fall into the snow. He pulled Stryker up and shoved him into the helicopter before punching his claws into Stryker’s side. Stryker screamed out in pain.

“How does it feel, bub?” Logan snarled. 

Stryker smiled through the pain. “Why did you come back?”

“You cut me open! You took my life!”

“You make it sound as if I stole something from you. As I recall, it was you who volunteered for the procedure. To get revenge for her death.” Stryker motioned to where you were standing over to the side. 

Logan pressed his claws into Stryker further. “Who am I?”

“You… are just a failed experiment.” Logan’s other set of claws inserted into Stryker, causing the man to cry out. “If you really knew about your past… what kind of person you were… the work we did together… People don’t change, Wolverine. You were animal then. You’re an animal now.”

“He’s not an animal!” You retorted, stepping closer. “And he did change! We both had until you showed up and ruined our lives—our future!”

Stryker laughed. “And I don’t regret it one bit.”

Before you could burn Stryker alive, a loud alarm began blaring throughout the area.

“What the hell is that?” Logan asked. “What is it?!”

“The dam’s ruptured,” Stryker answered. “It’s gonna flood water onto the spillway. It’s trying to relieve the pressure. It’s too late. In a few minutes, we’ll all be underwater. Come with me, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“Bullshit!” You exclaimed.

“She doesn’t know everything that happened. She can’t answer all your questions.”

“She knows enough,” Logan responded.

“You can’t help your friends. They’re as good as dead, Wolverine. You’re a survivor, always shave been.”

“Oh, I thought I was just an animal.” Logan threw Stryker down and chained him to the wheel of the helicopter. “If we die, you die.” He turned around and grabbed your hand. “Let’s go!”

The two of you ran back into the base, searching for your friends. As you ran through the base, the human soldiers began falling to the ground in pain.

“What’s happening?” You asked.

“Cerebro,” Logan muttered. “We’ve got to move faster.”

The two of you stumbled as the dam began to further broke, rumbling around you. Making it to the spillway, you saw your friends on the other side. Logan quickly used his claws to close the door that they were about to go through and that water was about to rush through from the other side.

“You don’t want to go that way,” said Logan. “Trust me.”

Water began to spilled through the doors.

“Come on!” You yelled. “There’s another way out of here!”

Grabbing one of the injured students, Logan led the way out to where you two had just left Stryker and the helicopter. Only neither of them were anywhere to be found.

“The helicopter was right here!” Logan exclaimed. The two of you shared a worried glance.

Low rumbling could be heard before the jet suddenly flew over the group and landed harshly into the snow. The group began to rush over when you heard a groan nearby. By yourself, you walked into the trees, following the sound. Not too far, Stryker was changed to a large cement block, dangling there.

“You can’t change him,” Stryker taunted upon seeing you. “You don’t have enough of the story.”

“I don’t care,” you murmured, twirling strands of fire in your hands. “I don’t need the whole story. I just need him, whatever that looks like.”

“I saved you… all those years ago, I pulled you out of homelessness. Gave you purpose, taught you about your abilities. I gave you what you have. Made you what you are.”

“Yes… but you also destroyed me. Destroyed my happiness… So, I’ll return the favor.” With a flick of your wrist, the metal chains against Stryker heated up. He cried out in pain as you stalked closer. “Goodbye, old friend.” Stryker screamed as he was engulfed in flames.

Back at the jet, Logan could hear the screams and smell your smoke.

“Y/N!” He shouted, looking around for you. “Y/N!” He rushed away from the jet only to find you walking out of the trees. He hurried over to you, hands coming to your arms as he looked you over. “Are you all right? What happened?”

“I needed to end it,” you looked up at Logan, almost like you were void of any emotion. “He caused all our pain… all our problems.” Logan quickly put together who you were talking about. “I had to stop him.”

Logan nodded, understanding where you were coming from. He pulled you into his side and led you onto the jet. There was panic on the jet, trying to get it up into the air. Logan helped you into a seat before rushing up to the front.

“What’s wrong?” He wondered.

“Vertical thrusters are off-line,” Scott told him.

“So fix ‘em.”

“I’m trying.”

“Hey, has anyone seen Pyro?” Rogue asked.

“He’s with Magneto,” Jean responded calmly.

Ororo and Scott kept working to get the controls back online. You watched as Jean’s eyes grew wider. You could tell something was going on. She spun around and headed down the stairs of the jet.

“Jean!” You called after her. “Jean!”

You ran over to the stairs to follow after her, only for her to use her powers to slam you into the ceiling of the jet.

“Y/N!” Logan shouted, rushing forward to catch you.

“She’s outside,” the Professor stated.

Scott jumped from his seat and ran for the stairs, only for Jean to close the staircase before Scott could get there. The jet suddenly came online as Jean walked in front of the jet.

“No! We’re not leaving!” Scott yelled. “Lower the ramp! Storm, lower it!”

The controls began working on their own. “I can’t!” Ororo responded, trying to control the jet herself. “She’s controlling the jet.”

Through the cockpit window, you could see the large wave heading towards you. Using her powers, Jean forced it to go around her and the jet.

“You, get her, now!” Logan ordered Kurt.

Kurt tried, only to not be able to move. “She’s not letting me.”

“Damn it!” Scott muttered.

“I know what I’m doing,” the Professor whispered, his eyes closed. Jean was talking through him. “This is the only way.”

Scott knelt in front of the Professor. “Jean, listen to me. Don’t do this.”

“Good-bye.”

“No, no, no, no!” You screamed.

The jet lifted higher until it was clear of the water. Then the water came crashing down where Jean stood.

“NO!” You shrieked. 

Logan held onto you as you tried to free from his grasp. The way you were moving around could hurt you or someone else, and he couldn’t have that. He could feel your body temp rising and knew that he was the only one who could handle you.

“She’s gone…” Logan told you. “She’s gone.”

“Don’t you say that!” Scott shouted, whipping around to face you and Logan. “We gotta go back.”

“She’s gone.”

“No!” Scott cried, falling to his knees.

The jet quickly grew into sounds of cries and mourning. Logan was still wrestling with you, smoke beginning to come off of you.

“Rogue,” the Professor called, motioning to you.

“No,” Logan growled, pulling you into him further and backing up. “Don’t touch her.”

“She’ll just calm her powers enough so that she doesn’t set the jet on fire.”

“Let go of me,” you grumbled, seemingly unaware of the conversation around you. How could you be? Jean, your sister, your best friend, was gone. Tears sizzled down your face due to the heat of your skin.

A fire suddenly appeared in the corner of the jet. Bobby rushed over, putting it out with his ice. Logan gripped you tighter, ignoring the way you were searing into his skin.

“Come on, Y/N,” he begged. “You’ve got to calm down.”

“Rogue,” the Professor called again.

This time, Logan didn’t fight it. He held you tightly as Rogue took her glove off and placed her hand against your open skin. You gasped, immediately feeling the affections of Rogue’s power. The tension in your body melted away, making you limp, and your skin cooled down. Logan quickly moved to sweep you off your feet before you could completely give out. He walked back to one of the seats and sat down with you.

The Professor sighed, looking to Ororo. “We need to go to Washington DC.”

next chapter >

[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - 'HELL'

A/N: And here I am, still writing and I am here for it. I am actually trying a lot here.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: mentions of blood and torture

Summary: Y/N shares how she escaped 'hell'.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story includes mentions of abuse.

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter One

LOGAN HOWLETT - 'HELL'

Y/N was lying on the grass, enjoying the warm sunlight rays. Her right hand was in the air as she tried to make the force come out in a ball-shaped form. She finally made some progress.

Charles helped her train in his office. He aimed to teach her to make a protective shield around another person. Two weeks in, she made some progress. But the goal was still far away. On the other hand, she did learn something new. 

The ball-shaped forcefields were bewitching. Y/N could admire her power up close. It was a thin blue layer of radiant energy with a hint of silver sparkles. Beautiful. She hoped to get better and become useful. Now, she had the chance after all those years. It brought tears to her eyes for many reasons. 

If only I could get you out. 

The nightmares appeared every night. They changed, playing twisted games in her sleep. It was hard to close her eyes. Her past, her present, it all got mixed. They were suffocating her. And his face kept coming back to her. 

“How’s it going with her training?” Hank asked the Professor. He was standing at the window, watching Y/N in the distance from the office. 

Some of the teachers, the X-Men, were present, discussing the newest addition. The last one who entered the conversation was Logan, smoking his cigar. One look from the Professor, and he extinguished it against his palm. He gritted his teeth when he felt the burning sensation on his palm.

“She’s making progress,” said Charles with a smile. “We still have a lot of work to do.”

Storm walked to a window, watching the kids enjoy the sunny afternoon outside. And there, far away, she noticed Y/N practising her little forcefields. “Her ability is convenient, powerful. She would be great on missions.” 

“That is the plan. I want Y/N to be able to protect other people, too. She can create the forcefield around herself and in smaller forms. It might take us more time before she reaches her goal,” said Charles. 

“I don’t like her,” Scott confessed to them. “There’s something off about her.” Everyone’s eyes were on him. 

“What, that she doesn’t want to let anyone in because she doesn’t trust easily?” Storm glared at her friend. 

“She’s not telling us something.” 

“Would you tell your life story to a group of strangers you know for two weeks?” Kitty added. “If there is something off about her, the Professor would tell us.” 

Charles sighed and turned to his friends. “There is something I need you all to know.” 

“He, there it is,” Scott grinned. 

That single sentence got everyone’s attention. Charles wheeled into the middle of the room, eyes looking at every person present. Logan frowned. Storm was intrigued, and others kept their faces neutral. 

“Years ago, when I had been searching for more mutants, I managed to find Y/N. At that time, she was a teen who happened to discover her mutation. The plan was to bring her here. I wanted to send Hank to get her.”

“Why didn’t you?” Logan asked. 

The Professor sighed. “She kept slipping off.” 

“What do you mean?” Jean asked, confused. 

“When I wanted to find her location, she was nowhere to be found. Not as a mutant or a human,” Charles explained. “I thought she died. And then, months later, I stumbled upon her again. As I tried to reach her, she slipped again.”

“Oh, right,” Hank said. “I remember you thought there was something wrong with Cerebro.” 

“The Cerebro was fine. Until this day, I have no idea how it kept happening.” 

“So, she’s a telepath?” Bobby asked. 

Charles shook his head. “There was a time when I believed she was. It would make perfect sense. Only strong telepaths can shut their minds. That would explain why I couldn’t reach her.” 

“So, when you saw her the first time since Logan brought her, you knew who she was. You didn’t need to read her mind?” Storm chimed in. Her eyes kept staring at the Professor.

“That is true. However,” Charles turned to face Logan. “The fact that you found her was a mere coincidence. You two happened to be in the right place at the right time.” 

He didn’t comment on it, only shook his head in disbelief. “Is that all, Charles? Or is there more to this story?” He suspected that the Professor wasn’t telling them the whole truth. 

“This is all you need to know, now.” 

Groans echoed around the office. That answer didn’t bring enough satisfaction. What was he not telling them? Logan was ready to push his buttons. He needed to know more. Everyone deserved the truth. With a sigh, he stood back. “Why so mysterious?” 

“I will tell you more once I have more answers,” said Charles calmly. “For now, all we need to do is to help her train. She wants to be better. She suffered enough, and she wants to turn her life upside down.” 

“She asked you not to read her mind,” Jean raised a brow. 

“I don’t need to read her mind. We talk a lot when I teach her. I promised not to look in. When I met her, it all came screaming at me. All you need to know is I trust her.”

Scott scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. “That’s it?”

The meeting ended shortly after that. Everyone dispersed around the school. Logan’s legs brought him outside, his eyes quickly finding the young woman far away, resting on the grass. 

For the last two weeks, he didn’t talk to her much or see her for that matter. He observed from afar. Logan noticed how she started to open up to some of his friends. She tried to get to know each member of the school. Storm, Kitty and Rogue spent most of their time with her. With them, she was able to laugh freely and smile. Damn, that smile. He wanted to see it more.

He frowned. Why did he think that?

He saved her ass, and now she felt like a magnet. He tried to resist, but it was hard. Would it be that bad to know her more? He brought her here, where he promised she’d be safe. And from what he had learnt, Charles knew about her existence for a long time. 

Sighing, he moved forward. He took out the cigar that he hadn’t finished and smoked on his way to her. His eyes lingered on her body, eyeing her from head to toe. Compared to their first unexpected meeting, she seemed relaxed and happy. The bruises were gone. Only faint scratch marks remained.

Her hand was still in the air, creating small forcefields. The need to talk to her got stronger.  As if she were a water that would extinguish Logan’s thirst. Fuck, he wanted to know her more. 

“Hey, kid. How’s the trainin’ going?” he asked when he was close enough for her to hear him. 

Y/N turned her head to the side, eyes locking with his. “It’s fine, I guess,” she said with a fleeting smile. “I am trying to figure out how to make a forcefield around another person,” she explained. 

“Any luck?” he leaned against the nearest tree. He held the cigar with his fingers.

“No,” she sat up. “I got better at creating it in the shape of a ball. It still does glitch. But it’s a step forward. If only I knew how to project it around another person.” 

“It cannot be that hard,” he raised a brow. “It looks so easy.” 

She laughed at that. “If only. It requires a lot of concentration and energy. I can protect a person if they are next to me. I can wrap us into the forcefield. That’s about it.” 

A gentle smile appeared on Logan’s face. “Like you did when I took you out of that dive bar.” 

Her eyes widen. “Oh yeah,” she nodded. “I forgot about that. It was wild. I remember fragments of that day. Shit, the last days before you brought me here are kind of hazy.” She stood up from the grass and wiped off her lower back and ass. 

Logan’s eyes followed her every move. “Wanna walk with me?” the question was out before he could think about it. Even he was surprised he had asked that.

“Sure,” she nodded. “I wanted to explore the estate a little more.” 

Side by side, they walked away from the school and the noise. The estate reminded her of a gigantic park filled with trees, surrounded by nature and peace. She noticed there were well-trodden pathways. The students must have walked around the place many times.

“How did you get to that bar anyway?” he had to ask. 

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I kept walking until my feet brought me there. All I knew was to get as far away as possible.” 

He took a deep breath. “What happened to you?” 

Y/N bit her lower lip and looked somewhere away. “Um,” she hesitated. Was it wise to share it already? “I escaped a lab. I was a guinea pig for five years,” she admitted. 

“What?” It was hard to believe what she said. Why was he so surprised? He had his suspicion about this before.

“Yeah,” her eyes were focused on the ground, ashamed of the story. “I’m surprised they didn’t kill me. Five years to keep a mutant for an experiment is a long time. Before you ask, I have no idea how I managed to survive the torture and imprisonment for that long. Those years are a blur.” 

“Shit,” he sighed. “Sounds like a hell of a life.”

Y/N lifted her head, scanning Logan’s face. “The Professor didn’t say anything to you?” When he shook his head, she was impressed. “And here I thought you would already know about everything.” 

“It’s your story to tell, Y/N. It’s up to you if you want to share it with us,” said Logan. 

Out of nowhere, she started to giggle. Logan didn’t understand what was funny. “You know, you don’t seem that kind of a guy who does this a lot. But it’s nice.” 

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes. He took another drag of the cigar. And Y/N laughed a little more. “When did you discover your mutation?” 

The smile disappeared. “I was around fifteen when it happened,” Y/N replied. “And it started a life full of misery and darkness.” One of her hands reached for a tree, mapping its texture with her fingertips. After all those years locked up in a lab, she never thought she would feel nature under her hands again. 

Logan didn’t question further. He noticed it was a heavy topic for her. She wasn’t ready to give him the details. Somehow, Logan felt he was the only person, except Charles, who got information about her past. 

“What is your mutation?” It was her turn to ask questions. She wanted to know more about Logan. Even though his rough exterior told the story of a withdrawn, grumpy man, he had the softest eyes. Were they green? They seemed like it. 

They stopped walking. Logan turned to her and brought his hand to his chest. When he closed it, three metal blades slid out of his skin. 

Y/N’s mouth opened. “Shit,” she cursed. “Does it hurt?” 

“Every time. I’m used to it by now,” Logan said. “They are made of adamantium.”

“Adamantium?” 

“One of the strongest metals on Earth.” 

Her fingers reached to the claws. Logan’s eyes followed her moves. She wanted to touch them. Before she could, she put her hand away. “Sorry, it’s just fascinating.” 

Logan’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, that’s a first,” he commented. “No one said anything like that before.” 

“I’m sorry,” she took a step back. “I didn’t want to overstep. Never had much opportunity to admire other mutations.” 

“It’s fine.” The claws retracted into his skin. Y/N’s eyes noticed the wounds instantly close and disappear. Her hands quickly reached for his hand, fingers caressing the spots where the lesions would be. 

Logan couldn’t believe what he had witnessed. It’s been a while since he felt such a gentle touch on his skin. Her hands were soft and delicate. He cleared his throat. “I heal quickly. In a matter of seconds,” he explained before she could ask. 

Her eyes lingered on his hand until she realised what she was doing. “Oh, sorry,” she let him go and hid her hands behind her back. “That was rude. I am so sorry.” 

She made him feel things he hadn’t experienced in a long time. It made him flustered. “That’s okay, kid.” 

The intense moment ended, and they moved forward. Y/N’s face was burning hot, embarrassed by what she did. Her mind focused on the trees and the pleasant weather around them. The air was warm even though it was autumn. The leaves were sparkling with a range of colours, coming from green to yellow. Some of them were red. It was her favourite season of the year.

“I’ve heard you save mutant children,” she changed the topic as they approached the school grounds. 

“Charles finds them, and some of us would collect them,” he explained. “I was on a mission to get a child that needed our help. Unfortunately, it was a failure. The facility was a trap. I was glad I got out. Later that night, I stumbled upon you.” 

Y/N pressed a hand against her chest. “What facility?”

“The one hidden in Salem,” he replied. “Why?” 

Y/N felt as if her soul left her body. All colour drained from her face. “Oh god,” she brushed her fingers into her hair. “It’s my fault,” and then she hid her face in her palms. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he turned his body to her. “What are you sayin’ there, kid?” 

It took her three deep breaths to look him in the eye. He wasn’t angry. It looked like he was concerned. “I was locked there, in the lab, for some time. I escaped a few days before we met.” Panic bubbled inside of her. “I know who you were looking for. I know the kid.” 

That night, that moment, it all came rushing back. It was like a movie, reflecting in front of her eyes. She felt it all: the pain, the horror happening in front of her eyes. She knew the child. He helped her escape. And she couldn’t take him with her. His screams echoed inside her mind. 

Logan gripped her shoulders. “Y/N, look at me.” He said her name for the first time. That did the trick, and she looked up, eyes meeting his. “There you go. Take a deep breath.” He could see she was listening.

“I have to tell you what happened,” she whispered. “You need to know. It’s my fault you went to a trap.”

Logan brought her inside the school. His hands rested on her shoulders as he walked with her through the hallway. When something happened, all the teachers would gather around immediately. Professor X would call them to his office. 

He helped Y/N take a seat on an armchair. A bottle of water appeared in front of her. It was levitating in the air. It was Jean’s doing. 

“What’s going on?” Hank was the last one coming inside, closing the door behind him. He had a white lab coat on him, and his glasses were on the tip of his nose.

“This better be good,” Scott scoffed. His hands were wrapped around Jean’s shoulders, holding her close. 

“Stop being a dick, dude,” Remy scowled. “Keep your mind shut.”

Y/N glared at Scott. He was the only person who didn’t sit right with her. That’s why, most of the time, she would ignore him. Luckily, he was sweet to Jean. 

She grabbed the floating water bottle and took a sip. “Logan told me about the failed mission,” Y/N started to talk. Her voice was low and timid. “He told me he went there to get out a child. He went to a facility that was in Salem - the same place where they held me.” 

Charles tilted his head, listening carefully. His face remained neutral. No one could read what he thought.

“I know the kid,” she told them. “His whole body can stretch as he wishes.” 

“Elasticity,” Hank stated.

“How did you escape?” Kitty’s voice interrupted the stream of Y/N’s thoughts. 

“There were five of us locked in that lab. We were in cells designed to suppress our mutations. It made sure we wouldn’t harm anyone or try to escape. That changed when they brought in JJ.” 

“JJ?” Logan questioned that name. 

“Jerome Junior,” she explained. “For an eleven-year-old, he was cunning. Because he was the youngest, he had the most energy. The rest of us were barely holding on. 

“Never underestimate a child. That’s the greatest advice I’ve learnt in there. I don’t know what happened or how he did it, but the doors to our cells opened. Somehow, he was able to get us out. That’s when hell on Earth started. To get out, we destroyed the place.” 

Y/N could feel the smell of chemicals and fire around her. As if she was back there, trying to get out of prison. 

The pain in her body was excruciating. After all those years of experiments and torture, she was almost free.

There were bodies on the floor - killed guards and scientists as well as two other mutants who shared the hell with her. They got them before she could put a forcefield out to protect them. So much blood was on her hands and face. When she looked down, there were red puddles. The smell was nauseating. 

“Let’s go,” one of the mutants shouted. The man was bleeding from his thigh and arm. 

“Where’s JJ?” Y/N asked, looking for the kid. She lost him during the fight. “I’m not leaving him here.” 

“We don’t have time to get the kid. They’ll kill us if we don’t leave!”

She was turning around, trying to find a way to get to him. “I said I am not leaving!” 

“Fuck this, I’m out,” said the mutant and fled the scene without anyone else. 

Limping, Y/N ran out of the destroyed lab and walked through the hallways until she found a swarm of guards holding the child. Guns pressed against the boy’s head as they put a collar on his neck. It beeped once, and a tiny light turned green.

JJ’s eyes found Y/N standing on the other side of the room. He did one last thing before they packed him into a truck - he shook his head. It was a sign for her to leave. Her vision blurred as tears hit her eyes. The boy got them out, and she couldn’t save him. 

“I tried to get him, save him, but they took him away,” her voice broke. She let the tears fall. “He was eleven, for fuck’s sake. He somehow got us out. I wanted to do the same thing for him, and I couldn’t.” 

“How do you know it was him?” Jean asked. 

Y/N thought back, trying to get to the point when she realised he opened the cells. “I remember him stretching his fingers. He must have found a trigger on the table that opened the doors.”

Ororo reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly. “You did your best. You tried.” 

“It’s not enough,” she shook her head. “Even now, I feel like a traitor.” The story was not over. “When I left the building, I wandered for a few days,” she continued. “I got some old clothes and hid everywhere - in the woods, old buildings. Without energy, I happened to injure myself more. I even took a fall before I found the dive bar. My body was in pain, my head a mess, and I don’t remember much when Logan got me out.” 

Silence spread around them. They all let the information sink in.

“When I came to the facility,” Logan started to talk. The attention was on him. “Many soldiers were guarding the place like their own eyes. They were ready to kill anyone who approached the building. I managed to get in but never got far away,” said Logan. “The place was a mess. As if a bomb exploded inside.” 

“It doesn’t make sense,” Kitty spoke up. “Why would they keep the place highly secured if it got damaged and took the child away? Think about it. Maybe they’ll use it as a cover-up. No one would think that the lab was still active.” 

“Kitty’s right,” said Bobby. “In the end, there are only two options. Either they did take him away, or he’s there, well hidden from the world.”

“They did it to evoke confusion,” Jean added to the conversation. 

“Scott, Jean, try to find as much information as possible about the facility in Salem. We’ll be better prepared to take him out of there,” Charles gave instructions.

Y/N jumped on her feet, letting the water bottle drop on the floor. “I’ll go with you.” All eyes were back on her.”I have to get him out.”

“You need to train more,” said Scott strictly. His hands fell off Jean. “You’ve been here for what two weeks? Forget about it. You’re not going on this mission.” 

“Mind your tone, Scotty,” Logan warned him with a snarl. 

“She doesn’t know how to fight or use her ability. She’s a newbie, a trainee. I will not put anyone’s life in danger because of her,” he pushed himself from Jean and approached Y/N. “If we go to get the boy, she’s staying here. Period.” 

Logan was close behind Y/N, ready to step in. But she stood her ground, not afraid of the Cyclops.

Jean reached for Scott’s shoulder. “That’s enough, Scott.”

Y/N approached Scott with one long step, glaring at him. “I survived a lot of things in my life. You don’t know what I am capable of, so don’t underestimate me, Cyclops. And don’t be a dick. I’ve never been rude to you, never did anything to you. So don’t raise your voice at me. I am not afraid of you.” 

“Oh yeah?” he challenged her. “You better start talking about your past life then. We know nothing about you.” 

Her fists clenched hard until her knuckles were white. There was a lot of anger building inside of her. And it showed. The forcefield started to glitch around her. 

“You can’t even control your power, Y/N,” Scott mocked her. “Look what you are doing.” 

“Y/N, please, calm down,” said Charles calmly. “Same goes for you, Scott.” 

She closed her eyes and took a step back, relaxing her posture. She knew better than to get riled up. When her blood pressure lowered, she looked at Scott again, shaking her head in disbelief. What a dick!

Turning on her heel, Y/N left the office without another word. Her walk was brisk, taking long steps to be outside as soon as possible. Of course, there would be a person who would make her freedom difficult. 

I will get you out. 

She wrapped her arms around herself and walked through the driveway to the estate’s main gate. She didn’t want to leave. She needed to walk and think. 

Y/N wanted to get little JJ out of that hellhole before it was too late. Fear crawled through her back, tapping on her head. What if they kill him before they get there? He saved her life. He helped her escape. It’s her turn to return the favour and secure him a better life here in a school for mutants. 

There was another thing that drove her to save the boy. But she didn’t want to open that door. After all those years, it was painful to think about it. 

Fucking bitch! How could you?! Cries were echoing in her mind. Psycho! Murderer! 

“Y/N,” she heard Logan’s voice behind her. That made her halt and sigh. “You okay?” 

She pressed the bridge of her nose. “Yes,” she said. 

“You are full of shit, ya know that?” he laughed. “Just admit that you are pissed.”

She spun around. Her eyes could kill. “I’ll get JJ with or without help. I don’t give a shit what you say. I will be the one who will get him out of that place.” 

“I know,” Logan nodded, understanding. “I won’t be the one who’ll stop you. If I were you, I’d do the same thing. And I would  punch Scott in the face.” 

She couldn’t help but giggle. “You have your way with words, Logan.” 

“I was thinking about becoming a motivational speaker,” he shrugged and smiled at her when he made her laugh again. “Bobby was right. We only have two options, and we must prepare before we leave to get the kid. I was there. I saw how many guards were securing the facility. One or two people won’t do it. We need a strategy.” 

“All I want is to help, get him out of there so he can have a better life than I ever had. I don’t want him to experience that much torture. I need…” she started to choke on words. “I need…” Tears escaped her eyes as she felt the pain inside her soul. Was this a panic attack? Her heart was beating fast. The world was crumbling down. 

Logan was quick enough to close the distance. His hands found her shoulders. “We will get him out. You hear me, bub? I can’t tell you when. We must prepare for the mission and gather information. We won’t make it far without a strategy.” 

She gripped his flannel shirt tightly, holding for dear life. “I worry he’ll be dead.”

He shook his head. “You said he was cunning. He’ll find a way to survive.” Without thinking, he pressed her body against his, holding her. “While we are planning, you’ll be training your power and how to fight.” 

She closed her teary eyes. As much as the hug was unexpected, it was comforting. “Promise me I’ll go with you.” 

Logan nodded twice. “I promise.”

[a-roguish-gambit]

I made a turn of the century x men evolution au

Hey everyone so a big special interest of mine is the period from 1900 to about 1928 so I decided what if I took the kids from the X-Men evolution cartoon from their point at the turn of the 21st century and put them at the turn of the 20th century instead...and also added a few characters. I hope you enjoy this. I have a lot for this au, and I'm gonna put it all under the read more.

So Au thoughts

 The year is 1912. Xavier has started his institute a few years prior with scott summers and jean grey as students. Scott was adopted by Xavier after his parents died in a train crash and jean comes from a family of doctors and scientists Xavier is friends with. 

Because no computers yet, as the microprocessor  has yet to be invented, Forge didn't get stuck in a pocket dimention and got to grow up he works for xavier. He helps design and build a modified danger room that's more steam punk/dieselpunk. Lots of things are gear powered and Holograms are projections onto steam curtians. Because no computers, no cerebro. But jean and Xavier have trained themselves to be able to sense those with mutant powers around them and have been working with a network of underground individuals, some cases literally like the morlocks, to find out about new strange individuals popping up in the states. The morlocks are much more involved in this. they are good friends with Xavier and frequently helps young morlocks train their powers. 

One of those individuals is Gambit. Gambit is 17 in this and does various jobs for xavier. One is listening through the grape vine for odd individuals popping up. The other is essentially working the danger room with forge. As The danger room  is more steampunk/dieselpunk in this, with storm's help as well it can simulate weather events, earth quakes, fires, unstable ground, flooding, (bb gun based) old west shootouts, explosions (thanks to Gambit), search and rescue, avalanche / rock fall settings, and much more. 

Gambit helps set up the room and make the mechanisms work.  it functions well with automatons, steam engines, pistons, and a lot of theater special effect tricks. Gambit helps forge scrap hunt for machinery to repurpose for it. He has befriended the local street children and finds out from them wherever a factory tosses out a machine. 

Speaking of theater though, we have morph as well as a staff member. Kevin is well known fairy(period equivalent  to someone who does not fit into either gender) and drag expert from New York where they worked on broadway and a very close friend of Logan. So close they share a bedroom....;)

Morph is there to help with tailoring as well as helping kids who need disguises to pass in public cause of their time in broadway and avoid harassment, like Kurt. 

They also help simulate battles in the danger room with foes they have faced off against before.

Kurt doesn't have an image modifier in this obviously. No computers, no digital holograms. But with forge and morph they are able to help him pass. Morph designs pants for him that have a  special pocket for his tail to tuck away, as well as boots with  special braces that help disguise his digitigrade feet. Morph also helps him with makeup and hair in the morning to hide his blue face and pointed ears. 

For his hands forge has built some prothstetic fingers that are controlled by the other fingers in his hand like a puppet, so it appears he has five fingers on each hand covered by riding gloves, as well as colored contact lenses for his eyes to disguise them as brown. 

Kurt's parents came to America from Germany with him as a toddler. People found out about their adopted son and they had to flee. They settled in a small German speaking community in the middle of nowhere Iowa where they could be safe. They would have a priest visit Kurt to give him mass in private for his own safety and had a nun come to tutor him. Xavier found out about Kurt through gambits grapevine. 

Ororo came from Africa as a citizen of  British colony egypt to Jamaica where she met Charles she has family living in the states via her sister who do  are wealthy merchants.  they were british colony  expats that moved to the states to control British imports to the states easier. Thus how we get Evan. Skateboard hasn't been invented yet so he is big into the turn of the century cycling craze as well as roller skates. 

 Rogue is still a goth. A very very classic goth. Victorian goth. She still dresses like it's the 1800s to in part keep others from touching her skin but also she is just a great appreciator of Poe and Shelly and stoker. 

One thing that is different for Scott is that on top of the train crash his brother havoc is still with him at this time. His parents are very, very dead tho. No alien rescues. (Forgot to draw Alex tho but he's there as are the minor character students)

Beast is also there more from the begining as a teacher he helps take care of the kids medical needs. He got kicked out of his scientific circle, not cause of his mutant ness that came later, but because he insisted doctors must wash their hands before interacting with patients. 

Jean grey is a highly educated absolute Gibson girl. She and Kitty sneak out to do suffragette stuff regularly.  Speaking of, kitty is definitely a girl of the new century. Wants to go to college one day with Jean. Insists on wearing riding/sports pants wherever she goes. She is girly in certain ways, but defs is a very modern young woman. She likes helping Forge out with his projects. 

Magneto's hatred for humanity in this case comes from his survival of the pogroms of eastern Europe only to see there is still antisemitism once escaping them. And mystique has a boarding house where the brotherhood kids live, but she wasn't principal of the bayview school. 

Wolverine is a cowboy in this au yes. He has a horse, but he's also toying with some of the very few motorcycles. They are more of dirt bikes at this point tho, so his horse his still his go too. It's a deep black mare named Blackbird. He does not have an adimantium skeleton but his claws have been capped with silver to help protect them. 

No x jet but they do have a few biplanes they are training with. Forge is modifying them to be able to cary more people. So far he's made one that can vary five. 

 Gambit introduces everyone to jazz cause it hasn't left Louisiana yet. He brought his Grammaphone and all hell broke loose from there. 

Also rogue having a bit more of a high society upbringing thanks to irene. Gambit hasn't had a day of real school as public school wants universally established until the 1910s. He knows his reading, writing, and arithmetic from Sunday school and such and whatever jean luc  had him taught, but he's excited to learn about what the kids are learning about in their normal school. 

Rogue brings him her study material and teaches it to him and in return he teaches her the various crafts and skills he learned in the bayou and as a member of the theives guild. 

Hope you guys enjoy all this!!! Please feel free to share your thoughts!

Tried to keep things period accurate outfits wise.

[welcometomytrashcan]

Before the Dawn: Chapter I // Logan Howlett

This is the first fic I’ve written in 11 years, so pls be nice. I’m sensitive. Also sorry for the formatting of the dialogue, I’m more used to writing scripts. 09/17/24 Update: I revised the dialogue

Logan Howlett x f!mutant!reader Chapter 1/4 Word Count: 1874

Background: You are a mutant with hydrokinetic abilities (think Percy Jackson meets the mermaids from H2O), and arrived at the X-Mansion 4 months before Logan. You started dating Logan after the events of X-Men but before he left for Alkali Lake. You are both in love with each other but have yet to confess it. Takes place within the events of X2, Canon violence, pre-established relationship, allusions to sex

Today was already shaping up to be a difficult one. You were taking the students on a field trip to the science museum, but your hopes weren't high. The prospect of wrangling groups of children still learning to control their powers filled you with dread, especially with the escalating tension between humans and mutants.

Things went from bad to worse when you heard raised voices coming from the museum food court. You quickly glanced over to see John, Bobby, and Rogue in an altercation with some human boys. Just then, the televisions blared breaking news, drawing everyone’s attention.

“An attempted assassination at the White House?” you murmured, your stomach dropping as the report unfolded. A mutant had infiltrated the building and tried to kill the president in the name of mutant freedom.

Later, you found yourself standing in Charles' office with him, Scott, Jean, and Storm, discussing the attack.

Scott crossed his arms, his expression grim. “My opinion? Magneto’s behind this.”

“No,” Jean replied, shaking her head. “I don’t think so, Scott.”

Charles leaned back in his chair, contemplating. “While Erik might have organized something like this from prison, it’s too irrational. It only hurts his goal of mutant prosperity.”

Scott scoffed. “You mean superiority.”

“If Erik had his way, yes,” Charles admitted.

You interjected, “You know how the government will respond to this. They’ll reintroduce the Registration Act.”

Storm nodded. “Or worse.”

“Do you think the assassin was working alone?” Jean asked, her brow furrowed.

“The only way we’ll know is if we find him before the authorities do,” Charles said. “I’ve been trying to track him using Cerebro, but his movements are erratic.”

As Charles continued explaining the plan, you felt a weight in your chest. You were assigned to watch over the kids tonight. Normally, you wouldn’t mind, but with Logan gone for so long and the events of the day hanging over you, you weren’t in the best mood. Still, you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Just as the meeting was wrapping up, a sputtering rumble from outside caught your attention. You stepped to the window and your eyes lit up as you spotted Logan talking with Rogue, Bobby, and Storm. You caught the tail end of their conversation.

“We need a babysitter,” Storm said.

“Babysitter?” Logan replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, with Y/N,” Storm added.

Logan perked up at the mention of your name, and your heart fluttered.

“Y/N? Where is she?” he asked, scanning the room.

“Right here,” you called, leaning against the staircase banister, smiling at him.

His eyes widened as he saw you—the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. He strode over to the staircase as you walk down, stopping on the step closest to his height. He wraps his arms around your waist.

“I missed you,” he said softly.

You cupped your hands around the back of his neck, trailing your fingers through his hair. “I missed you too, Logan.”

You pulled each other into a kiss, savoring the moment. But just as it deepened, you heard Storm clear her throat.

“There are kids around,” she reminded, and you pulled back, smiling sheepishly at Logan.

“Well, I should get the jet ready,” Storm said.

“Yeah, we should go too. It was nice to meet you,” Bobby added, pulling Rogue toward the common area.

As they left, you and Logan were left hyper-aware of the students passing by.

“So, what’s been going on here?” Logan asked, leaning closer.

“Well, you and I are on babysitting duty while Storm and Jean head to Boston. The professor wants them to track down the mutant who attacked the president,” you explained.

“Sounds like a blast,” he said sarcastically.

“You’re not gonna run off again?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I can think of a few reasons to stick around,” he replied, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

You leaned in, kissing him again, pulling him further from any potential onlookers.

“You make me crazy, Princess,” he murmured, his breath warm against your lips.

“Keep that energy for later,” you teased, tugging lightly at his hair. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, and you loved how he reacted to you.

“Before we get too carried away, I should check in with Charles,” he said reluctantly.

You both pulled away, and he lifted your hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “We’ll talk more later, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied, watching him walk away with your heart swelling.

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Later that night, after a passionate evening together, you were exhausted and just wanted to curl up in bed with him. You slipped into pajama shorts and one of Logan's shirts, turning to find him deep in thought, staring at a photo of the two of you on his nightstand. It was a candid shot Storm had taken, capturing you both leaning into each other on the mansion’s couch, completely absorbed in conversation. The look of pure infatuation between you is palpable, even in the still image.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked.

He looked up, breaking from his trance. “Hmm? Nothing. I just think you look beautiful in this picture.”

You sensed he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but you didn’t press. “Wanna come to bed?”

He took your hand, and you both settled in, snuggled together. It didn’t take long for you to drift off, enveloped in his warmth. Logan, however, was still plagued by nightmares of his past or what he couldn’t remember of his past. After about forty-five minutes, he gave up on sleep, kissed you on the forehead, and quietly slipped out of bed.

In the kitchen, he searched for something to drink and found Bobby sitting at the island.

“Doesn’t anyone sleep in this place?” Logan grumbled, rummaging through the fridge.

Bobby shrugged, taking a sip from his drink. “You’d be surprised.”

“Is there any beer?” Logan asked.

“This is a school,” Bobby pointed out.

“Well, is there anything here besides chocolate milk?” Logan continued.

“There should be some soda in the cupboard over there,” Bobby pointed.

Logan grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper but hesitated before drinking it. Instead, he passed it to Bobby to chill it with his powers. As they continued talking, a noise caught Logan’s attention, and he walked out of the kitchen to investigate.

As he turned back, he spotted a soldier, camouflaged, stalking toward Bobby, who was turned the other way. Logan sprang into action, grabbing the soldier and twisting his arm behind his back.

“You picked the wrong house, bub,” he growled.

Suddenly, a sonic scream filled the mansion, forcing everyone to cover their ears. For Logan, with his heightened senses, it felt like his head was going to explode. The soldier broke free, opening fire in the kitchen.

You jolted awake, disoriented from the sonic screech. An armed man stood in your doorway. The pain in your head was overwhelming, and before you could react, he shot you in the neck with tranquilizer darts. Everything went black.

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As Logan fought through the chaos, he felt a sharp sting in his shoulder—three tranquilizers embedded in his skin and yanked them out. He fought through the brief haze, dispatching the soldiers around him. But as adrenaline coursed through him, his mind raced back to you. He had to know where you were—if you were okay.

He sprinted to his room, finding it empty. Panic clawed at him as he called your name. “Y/N!?”

He rushed toward the secret escape tunnel, spotting Colossus helping kids through a hidden opening.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Logan shouted.

“No,” Colossus replied, his face grave. “But I can help.”

“Help them,” Logan urged, pointing back toward the opening, his heart pounding as he fought his way back through the mansion.

When he spotted Bobby, Rogue, and John in danger, he leaped over the banister, taking out the soldiers and shouting for the kids to follow him. “Did you see Y/N?”

“No, but she probably made it out with the others,” Rogue said, her voice shaky.

Logan closed the escape hatch behind the kids, preparing for the incoming squad. “If you wanna shoot me, shoot me!”

“Wolverine, this is certainly the last place I’d expect to find you. How long has it been? Fifteen years? You haven’t changed a bit,” Stryker taunted, stepping into the light.

Logan’s claws extended, fury boiling within him. “Who are you?”

Stryker smirked. “I didn’t realize Xavier was taking in animals. Even animals as unique as you. Seems to be quite a life you’re trying to make for yourself. A home… a beautiful woman…”

From his pocket, Stryker pulled out a photo—the very one from Logan’s nightstand. They had you. Logan lunged forward, but a wall of ice sprang up between them.

“No!” he shouted, pounding on the ice.

“Logan, come on! Let’s go!” Rogue urged.

“He’s got Y/N!” Logan roared, his heart racing.

“We’ll get her back. Let’s go,” Bobby said firmly.

“Go! I’ll be fine!” Logan insisted, his determination unwavering.

“But we won’t!” Rogue plead.

Logan looked back at the wall of ice and then at the kids, torn between the two. Finally, he let out a frustrated huff and walked back to them. As they navigated the tunnel system, dark thoughts consumed him. The person he loved was captured. He might never see you again. He never got the chance to tell you he’d gladly run away with you, to live a life free from the chaos surrounding them. Tears welled in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away, not wanting the kids to panic further. These fears haunted him throughout the drive to Boston.

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You woke up in a dim, concrete cell, surrounded by six kids from the mansion. Only two were conscious.

“Are you guys okay?” you asked, trying to remain calm.

They nodded. “We’re gonna be okay,” you reassured them, though doubt gnawed at you.

You tried to feel around with your powers for any ounce of water, but to your horror, you realized they were dampened. A faint blue glow illuminated the top of the cell—power dampeners.

After some time of comforting the kids, a soldier appeared in the grate above, drawing his gun.

“What are you doing?” you demanded, fear rising in your throat.

He pulled the trigger six times, one by one the kids collapsing around you with tranquilizer darts now back in their necks. “Please! They’re just kids!” you pleaded, desperation spilling from your voice.

An older, stockier man stepped out from behind the soldier. “Hello, Y/N,” Stryker said, his tone chilling.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, shaking.

“I’m trying to fix a problem,” he replied coolly.

“You’re the problem!” you shot back.

“Oh, contraire, my dear. Mutants are a threat to our way of life, and I intend to fix that by any means necessary.”

The soldier shot a taser at you, and pain coursed through your body, forcing you to the floor. A door opened to your cell, and another soldier approached, holding a vile.

He flipped you onto your stomach, brushing your hair away from your neck, and you felt a sharp pinch. Whatever they injected you with turned your world upside down. Everything faded to black once more.

[permanentmess]

Can you do a quicksilver x reader where the reader has a twin and quick silver thinks the reader is cheating on him but it’s just the twin? (Gender neutral or male reader pls!!!)

a/n: i wanted to do this idea justice, so i tried my best to make the situation line up so that it would work. i hope you enjoy it, and thank you for your request! i also wanted to use this as writing practice for angsty feelings because i need to get better about showing and not telling

title: seeing double (peter maximoff x twin!gn!reader)

word count: 1015

warnings: obviously beliefs about cheating, angst but a happy ending, hurt/comfort, some pet names (babe/baby), use of the word shit (once), not really proofread, gender neutral reader technically but its pretty vague and pronouns are only used for the twin (unnamed + they/them/their) and peter (he/him)

GIF NOT MINE

~~~

He hasn’t realized he’s shaking until his chest starts to hurt. His head feels fuzzy and he wants to puke. You wouldn’t do that to him, would you? But he can’t fathom what could possibly be happening right now. You, with your lips on another man, your arms wrapped around him. His world feels like it's crashing down around him, with no logical thought in sight. 

Peter can’t help it, he has to clear his head. He can’t think about what this entails, what will happen once he talks to you about this. He runs and runs until he’s found the arcade, burying his sorrows into Galaga.

~~~

Peter was acting…strange to say the least. Well, you’re sure he would be if he was around. He wasn’t the most “normal” person, but that’s what you loved about him. And you knew, after 2 years of being with him, that he was being too weird just by being gone. 

He wasn’t in any usual place he’d be at, or any of his favorite hiding places (that you knew about). You asked your sibling, but they hadn’t seen him either. Not since earlier that day in the hall after he was done teaching. They were with their boyfriend, so only caught a glimpse of the silver-haired boy speeding away.

It wasn’t like him to just up and disappear, even if he was fast enough to do so. In fact, that man couldn’t go more than an hour without bothering you (lovingly) in some way. 

You were about to call out all the stops and have Charles use Cerebro when Peter walks through your bedroom door, looking somber. His hair is unkempt and he’s fidgeting more than usual. 

“Oh my god, Peter, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick, what’s going on?” You exclaim as you stand up to meet him. It feels like the words are spilling out of your mouth. 

He closes the door gently. “We should talk.” Your heart drops, but you gesture for him to sit on the edge of your bed, joining him on his right once he sits. You feel a pit in your throat but you try to swallow it down. 

He’s silent and refusing to look at you, and taking shaky breaths in and out. “Hey, what’s going on?” you ask softly, reaching out to touch his arm, but you decide against it. It’s at this moment you wish you had Jean’s powers instead, so you could understand what was going on. 

“Are you cheating on me?”

Your entire body goes cold, muscles tightening. Your mouth is open, but you make no move to hide your shock. “What?” 

“I saw you earlier in the hallway, with some other guy.” Even in a time where you’d think he’d be seething, his voice remains even. It was scary; he was never serious for very long. 

“Babe, I’ve been teaching all morning, and then I went straight from a classroom to back-to-back training sessions. I’ve barely had time to eat.”

“Then who could I have seen?” His voice is uneven and shaking now, like he’s on the verge of tears. “I want to believe there's a good explanation.”

You pause, taking a deep breath to try and bring some reason to your mind. When you finally realize what was happening, you let out a laugh. He finally looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“You know, for a speedster-” you laugh a little more, cutting yourself off, “you sure were slow about this one. Peter, what kind of sibling do I have?” 

“A twi-ohhhh” he closes his eyes, dropping his head into one of his hands. “Oh, god, I’m so sorry baby, I wasn’t even thinking. I was so stressed because my class was acting up and I wasn’t thinking straight.” He’s ranting, now refusing to look at you out of embarrassment. 

“Maximoff, look at me,” you tell him gently, smiling at the confusion. Honestly, there are long stretches of time where you forget about your own sibling, about the lack of similarities, because you never see them. It’s a big and busy school, what can you say? 

He peeks out his eyes from behind his hand, but won’t remove it. You set a hand on his thigh, rubbing gentle circles with your thumb. “Hey, I’m not mad. I’m glad you cleared your head and talked to me about it.” 

When your relationship with Peter first started, he would suppress anything he was upset about, whether it was towards you or not. He’d ignore the issue and jump head-first into any distraction he could find. It took a lot of coaxing to get him to talk about anything bad that happened. 

“You’re not mad?” He asks quietly while removing his hand from his face, grabbing yours with it. His eyes are searching your face intensely, tears filling the rims. Your heart feels like it's beating so loud. It’s a rare occurrence that he’ll cry. 

“No, not at all. I have a twin, shit like this will happen.” 

He looks at you for a moment before he leans in for a gentle kiss and then pulls back. “I didn’t think you’d do that to me by the way. That’s why I was so confused, it didn’t make sense.” 

“I know, baby.” You lean your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to explain. I’d be upset too if I was in that situation.” He rests his head on top of yours and then pulls you both down so that you’re laying on your bed. He’s exhausted suddenly, all of the panic and confusion and hurt crashing and dissipating. 

He shifts so that he’s holding you against his chest and you wrap your arms around him tightly. It’s a long time just laying in silence, and he thinks that you’ve fallen asleep, but when he pulls back slightly he sees you looking up at him. 

“Soooo,” you drag out. “I’ve got the rest of the day off, and you do too. What do you wanna do?” 

“Star Wars marathon?” He grins.

You return the gesture. “Absolutely.”

[cemeteryspider]

Haunting Memories

The same universe as: The Shadow's Redemption, you don't need to read it before this fic, but it might be helpful.

Platonic! X-Men x New X-Men! Reader

Nightcrawler! Kurt Wagner x Necromancer! Reader

Summary: Sinister still plagues your conscious and unconscious moments, Jean and Kurt help you regain control over your dreams.

Trigger Warnings: Nightmares, Traumatic Memories, Emotional and Psychological Abuse, Violence, Death (Sort of), Supernatural Elements, and Telepathic Invasion

Word Count: 1556

Your dreams never seemed to be pleasant. Your dreams were a haunting mix of fragmented memories from before Mister Sinister and harrowing nightmares of the years under his control. Sometimes Logan and Storm would stand outside your door while Kurt held you when you cried. When Kurt wasn't availableLogan was a steadfast presence, mentally listing the many ways he'd kill Sinister while Storm held you, offering her shoulder as a safe haven for your tears.

You knew Jean and the Professor knew about your dreams, but they never pressured you into asking for help. You were healing on your own time, and surely you would come to them if you felt you needed to. Except that didn't happen.

~~~

'No need to worry, you're home now,' Sinister stroked your hair as you lay frozen on the mattress on the floor of your old room.

"No," You mumbled, trying desperately to regain control of your limbs, but the harder you tried the more trapped you felt.

'Oh darling, no need to get upset, you know I forgive you for running away, after all, you led me right to my enemies,' He laughed at the look of utter confusion on your face, 'Don't tell me you've forgotten already, here let me show you.'

Sinister's cold hands gripped your face, forcing you to look at the side of the room where the lifeless bodies of your friends lay, 'See no need to worry about anyone trying to take you away.'

You were looking at the lifeless corpses of your friends, of your boyfriend, of people you thought of as siblings. You tried to scream but nothing came out.

Just when things looked to be at their lowest their spirits appeared in front of you.

Wolverine looked at you with such disdain, 'I trusted you, Bub.'

Storm looked down at you with such apathy, 'To think I thought of you as a sister.'

One by one they appeared to berate you. Cyclops and his disgust with you that stayed despite the lack of mind control turned downright cruel, Gambit and his usually friendly demeanor turned angry, and Jubilee, your best friend, looked at you with a hostility you had never seen on her face before today. Still more appeared in front of you Morph, Jean, Magneto, Dazzler, Bishop, Cable,... it just kept going.

Lastly, Kurt appeared in front of you, 'I wish we had never met, Liebling'

Sinister's laugh punctuated your gasping shallow breaths and you squeezed your eyes closed. Still, the laughter continued and the angry comments assaulted your ears.

'See, Professor, we shouldn't have let them in'

'Can't do anything right'

'They're just as bad as he is'

'Useless'

'Cowardly'

You just sobbed through the comments and the laughter hoping that they would end soon.

~~~

'My X-Men, evacuate the children, it is not safe in the mansion at this moment. Jean, Wolverine, Jubilee, I need you here with me,' Your mind was swirling with anguish and thoughts Charles didn't want anyone to see unless completely necessary, and right now it seemed it was.

Your eyes, black voids of despair, unleashed dark tendrils from your mouth and legs, while vengeful spirits gnashed and thrashed, preventing anyone from approaching you and Kurt. He was holding you in his arms, and trying to get you out of whatever trance you were stuck in.

"Professor, what's going on?" Jubilee asked.

"There is no time to explain, Jubilee makes sure nobody comes into this hallway, it is unsafe for the children. Wolverine you are coming with me to Cerebro, you will try to get through to them, and if need be protect me from spirits should they come. Nightcrawler, you get Jean close, and again try to get through to them. Jean, you need to try to get through to them. I will try to break down some of the barriers Sinister put in their mind, and you will put up the scaffolding to keep him out of good."

They all knew their assignments well and soon enough the plan was in motion. Quickly Kurt zapped from his position behind you to grab Jean and get her inside your circle of undead souls.

Jean gently placed her fingertips on your temples, her touch warm and reassuring as she delicately breached the barriers of your mind, something she had been waiting to explore until you gave her permission. However, these were extenuating circumstances.

~~~

Your eyes were shut tight not allowing any of the red-tinged light into your retinas.

'Y/n it's me, Jean. Can you hear me,' You tried desperately to ignore the sound of her voice, you had been fooled by Sinister many times before and you would not be tricked so easily this time around, 'Please, it's me, I'm here to help you.'

They got better with every nightmare you faced. More realistic, more like you remember them. You shut your eyes tighter and tried to keep out these manifestations of your former friends.

‘Kurt’s here,’ Jean’s voice was soft, almost tender. ‘He wants to talk to you, to hold you in his arms.’ That was new, Sinister shouldn't know about Kurt, let alone your relationship with him.

You felt something touch your arm, but it wasn't Sinister. It was more gentle, more caring than he could ever be, 'Liebe, it is me. Truly me. I know you've been fighting these battles alone, but I am here trust me. Let Jean in.'

You opened your eyes, and Sinister was frozen. The person in front of you was Kurt. All of the spirits of your friends had vanished, and all that was left were Jean and Kurt.

You threw yourself into his arms, only realizing after you did it you were able to move again.

"Kurt, please help me, I'm scared and I don't know what to do," The word scared came out of your mouth, but the main feeling you had was rage.

'Trust in Jean, and then you can help yourself,' He held your hand in his as Jean walked over to the two of you.

'You have let me in. I can put supports in place in your mind, and help you block him out. You wouldn't have these nightmares where he is in control of them. Just open your mind,' You leaned further into Kurt and he looked into your eyes.

'She will not hurt you like he has,' You looked into his eyes and saw they were wide with sincerity.

For a brief moment you could see Sinister move you out of the corner of your eye, 'You will never be rid of me, I am in everything you do. Every movement, every thought, and every emotion you have ever and will ever have has me in it.'

You took Jean's hands in yours and closed your eyes. Your shoulders tightened and your toes curled waiting for the cold entrance of a telepath in your mind, but it never came. Instead, Jean's mind felt like a warm summer day.

You felt her drift through different memories you thought you had lost to Mister Sinister. You might not be able to access them now, but just knowing they were there gave you a level of comfort you were scared you would never get back.

She started making walls that shielded your mind. Helped keep unwanted intruders out, and allows your mind to heal. The tension seeped out of your body as Sinister slowly disappeared from the scene.

'You know I will always come back... I made yo....,'

"No, I made me," You grasped his head in your hands, "You just stood in my way."

With a surge of righteous anger, you squeezed until his head disintegrated into a cloud of silver and red dust, a symbolic release of your pent-up rage.

With that, he was gone. Just like that.

'Come back to me, Liebe, wake up'

~~~

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and allowed them to adjust to the darkness you found yourself in.

"Kurt?"

Something poofed beside you and you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, "You did so well, Liebe, I am so proud of you."

His arms squeezed around you and you could barely manage to speak, "Why's it dark."

"Oh, heh, you may have knocked the power out with how many spirits you were summoning. Also, your darkness was swallowing the light whole."

A warmth spread across your cheeks, "Sorry, bout that."

Kurt cupped your face gently, his eyes full of warmth and relief. 'There’s nothing to be sorry for, Liebe. You’re safe now, and that’s all that matters.'

It took a few minutes for Jubilee, Wolverine, and the professor to enter the room, armed with flashlights and tentative movements. Once seeing you without any spirits to rip apart anyone who came close to you, Jubilee ran towards you. Kurt poofed out of the way of the hug and Jubilee put her arms around your neck.

"Jeez, you scared us! I was so worried about you!," She took this moment to pull away a little and smack you on the shoulder.

"Ow," You said, rubbing the spot on your arm that she barely hit.

"Don't scare us like that again!"

You looked to Jean who was just now getting over to you, "I don't think anything like that will happen anytime soon."

[thorias]

So I've been thinking about how the "Saving Gambit" story is going to play out in season 2. Not much else to do right now but speculate since it doesn't look like we'll be getting any new information for a while; hell, at this rate, they probably won't even let AJ acknowledge that mid-credit scene in the finale until we've at least got a trailer to sink our teeth into.

Anyway... ideally, I'd like there to be more to it than just Rogue telling Deathbit that she loves him and then he's back to normal like magic. That's okay for Rogue, I guess, but Remy needs an arc too. And it would feel anticlimactic if it's that easy, especially after we got so gipped with the lack of Romy content in season 1.

I'd like them to build a real story around this, with the X-men trying a bunch of different ways to get through to Remy, but none of them work. I want to see Rogue try to drain the evil out of him like she did with Archangel in XTAS, only for her touch to have no effect because Apocalypse has accounted for that this time. I want to see Jean try to shut down the Deathbit persona telepathically, only for it to force her out of his mind.

I want to see them try everything they can think of to bring Remy back and fail every time until it all seems hopeless... and then hope arrives from an unexpected place.

We're getting into fanfic territory here, but we don't have much to go on for the time being, so screw it. Here's how I'd write the thing...

Archangel shows up to help the X-men with Apocalypse/Deathbit, giving them some new insight to go on. He explains how Apocalypse turns mutants into Horsemen; what it feels like and whatnot. Maybe it's a psychological thing where Apocalypse burrows his way into a person's subconscious and plants a seed that grows into something dark and twisted, which warps how that person thinks and perceives the rest of the world.

I see Archangel describing it as Apocalypse sifting through every memory and experience a mutant has ever had, looking for their absolute lowest, most vulnerable moment, when they feel utterly alone, hopeless and are most in need... and in that moment, Apocalypse appears to them (in their subconscious) like a savior and offers them a hand.

Them taking his hand symbolizes them surrendering to his influence and allows him to set up shop in their head, so the Horseman persona can take over. So if the X-men want to save Remy, they're going to have to deprogram him by getting inside his mind and finding that moment, so they can stop him from accepting Apocalypse's offer.

So maybe the X-men have to fight Deathbit to immobilize him. This gives Xavier an opening where he'd use Cerebro to boost his telepathy enough to get through Apocalypse's mental defenses, so he can take Rogue, go inside Deathbit's mind and start poking around in Remy's memories.

This is where Remy's arc can come in because they can do a lot of cool character stuff here. They start by looking at his childhood. Maybe they see him as a little kid in an orphanage (pre-thieves guild) with the nuns who run the place calling him "le diable blanc" and trying to beat the devil out of him. Then, after the beating, Apocalypse appears to child Remy and offers his hand... but Remy turns away.

They see teenage Remy having just run away from Belladonna and the thieves guild, having to leave his home, his first love and the only family he ever had. He's alone, miserable, heartbroken... again Apocalypse appears and offers his hand... and again Remy turns away.

They see Remy in Paris with Genevieve Darceneaux and her winding up dead simply because Remy Lebeau entered her life. As he stands over her grave, feeling guilt-stricken and heartsick, once more Apocalypse appears, offering him salvation, to free him from his self-loathing... and once more Remy turns away.

You know where I'm going with this, right?

Finally, they end up at the Genoshan gala on the night of the attack. A heartbroken Remy watches Rogue dance with Magneto, but can't stomach it and walks out. He sits alone outside, feeling utterly desolate, wondering if everything he thought him and Rogue had meant to each other was all for nothing.

One final time, Apocalypse reaches out... extends his hand... and in his despair... Remy takes it. That's the moment they have to stop.

The rest pretty much writes itself. Rogue jumps in between Remy and Apocalypse. Maybe there's a psychic battle with Xavier keeping Apocalypse at bay while Rogue tries to get through to Remy, finally telling him what really happened, that she'd actually rejected Magneto, realizing that Remy was right about what they have being "deeper than skin," but his self-loathing rears its' ugly head and he refuses to listen to her.

So finally, Rogue does what fans have been waiting for for 6 seasons, across 2 different cartoon series and 3 freaking decades: She finally tells him that she loves him... and she kisses him (they're on the psychic plane, so they don't have to worry about her powers hurting him here).

Maybe Rogue has gotten through to Remy and maybe she hasn't. His reaction is ambiguous, he still seems confused...

Xavier can't hold Apocalypse back anymore. Apocalypse confronts Remy and offers his hand again. It looks like Remy is reaching out to take it... but instead, he hands Apocalypse the Queen of Hearts card, which explodes in his face.

Apocalypse's hold over Remy is broken, the Deathbit persona is gone.

If they wrote something like that, I'd be pretty happy. But given how season 1 turned out, I'll probably have to lower my expectations.

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Humans And Mutants - Chapter 5 - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: Past Illuminated

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jean, Ororo, Mystique (Mentioned), Magento, Stryker (Mentioned), Kurt, Bobby, Rogue, Charles (Mentioned), and Pyro (Mentioned)

WC: 1,455

Warnings: X-Men canon fighting, still canon storyline soft of, Logan's past mentioned, slow burn, tension, child abuse mentioned, slight angst, mini fluff

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

Logan, Jean, Ororo, and Y/N sat on one side of the campfire, while Magneto and Mystique sat on the other. They stared at each other in silence. You fidgeted in your spot, staring into the fire until it made your face hot and your eyes tear up slightly. You blinked rapidly before looking down at the grass, digging your boots into the dirt below.

“His name is William Stryker.” Magneto finally spoke.

“What does he want?” Ororo asked as she sat on the log in front of the fire.

Logan glared at Magneto, not trusting the man before him, “That’s exactly the same question we should be asking Magneto.” Logan answered, irritated, and the man in question just sighed as Logan continued, “So, what is it? What do you want?”

“When Stryker invaded your mansion he stole an essential piece of its hardware.” Magneto spoke as Ororo pursed her lips in confusion, her eyes narrowed.

“Cerebro?” She asked as Magneto shifted in his seat.

Magneto cleared his throat before speaking, “Charles and I built Cerebro as a tool, a tool I believed would unite us all. But, the good Professor, as with all things, never truly explored its full potential.” He explained as you, Jean, and Ororo listened carefully, as Logan boiled in his seat. “In the wrong hands, I fear it could be used as a powerful weapon against mutants.”

He finished.

“But Stryker would need the Professor to operate it.” Jean spoke up, as Magneto nodded.

“Which is the only reason why I think he’s still alive.” Magneto said deeply.

Logan glared at Magneto, unable to push his suspicions away, what did he have planned?

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At the kid’s camp, Pyro stared at the fire, lost in it as Bobby turned to Rouge. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” He asked his girlfriend as she shook her head.

“They’re too quiet.” She stated.

“I… I can get a closer look.” Kurt said sheepishly, wanting to help the teens.

“How?” Rouge asked him, tilting her head.

In a cloud of smoke, Kurt vanished as the teens stared at each other, impressed.

“Nice.” Bobby said, a small grin on his face.

High above the campfire, the Nightcrawler hung upside-down by his tail. No one noticed him as Logan continued to glare at Magento, not believing him at all. “How would Stryker know where Cerebro is or how it works?”

Magneto paused, he lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, exposing his round scar. He seemed flustered and resigned before he spoke up once more, “Because I told him. Stryker has positive methods of… Persuasion, even against a mutant as strong as Charles.”

Magneto continued.

“Please understand if we don’t take it all in good faith, but why do you need us?” Ororo asked, tilting her head to the side, as Magneto cleared his throat.

“Stryker has a base he’s been operating out of for decades. And I don’t know where it is. But I suspect one of you might.” He turned to Logan and eyed him skeptically.

Logan ignored Magento’s gaze, “Who the hell is this Stryker anyway?”

“Are you sure you don’t remember, Logan? The metal on your bones carries his signature.” Magneto said as Logan just stared at him.

The understanding escaped through his body. Magneto looked to Jean, she looked back to Magneto. “But the Professor tried…” Logan began only for Magento to interrupt him.

“No, he didn’t. He's always known.”

Realization gave way to much doubt and dishonesty. Logan turned to Jean.

“I can’t. If those memories exist, they’re buried very deep.” Jean spoke, frowning as Logan turned to stare at the fire.

A long moment of stillness went on until someone conversed. The night air was chill but the fire in front of the X-Team, Magneto, and Mystique kept them warm. Crickets could be heard, chirping, hiding in the bushes and tall grass. You bit your lip briefly, rubbing your hands together as you tried to warm them. You tried to choose whether or not to speak up or not. You never really spoke about your past or any of your other powers. This was going to be a huge step for you, but this was important to Logan and the team… Mostly to Logan. You knew that if you were in his position, you’d want to know what had happened in your forgotten past. 

You looked over at Logan, his dark eyes lit up by the flames of the fire in front of him. A deep frown laid on his face, his hair disheveled and hands clasped tightly on his lap. You could feel the pain radiating off of him. You needed to speak up.

“I can do it.” Everyone turned towards you, making you feel a little bit nervous with all the sudden eyes on you.

“I thought you had teleportation?” Ororo asked, confused as you let out a small hiss through your teeth, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh, I do. But, that’s not all I can do.” You spoke before explaining, “I was… I was experimented on when I was little. The scientists injected me with stuff and electrified my mind in hopes of me getting a genetic mutation or any mutation for that matter. At the end of their torture, I ended up with mind mutations powers.” You finished, unable to look anyone in the eyes as you finally told your truth.

“What can you do?” Jean asked, making you shrug a shoulder, fidgeting with a patch on the left arm of your jacket.

“I- I can read memories, and I can erase memories, and more. And I think I could do it.” Minutes later, everyone sat silently as they watched you leave your spot and walk over to Logan. Sitting down beside him, you turned your body to face him. Waiting patiently, you watched as Logan slowly turned to you, staring down at you uncertainly. Slowly, you reached both your hands out towards his face, making his back a bit. “Chillax.” You tried to calm him with a soft whisper. You closed your eyes, your hands finding their place on his stubbled cheeks, your fingers brushing his temple.

Logan looked at you before closing his own eyes, “I hope you know what you’re doing…” He muttered, only for you to shush him.

“Shut up, I’m working here.”

You grimaced as blurry visions from Logan’s mind flashed in your mind. Your mind saw many images, blurry and confusing, coming and going swiftly until it came to one. You could see Logan clearly. He was at a bar, talking to a military officer. It flashed again to Logan riding in the back of a military truck. The truck was driving past a tremendous frozen barrier, entering a tunnel from above ground. There was snowfall everywhere. It flashed again, Logan walked into a medical lab, doctors crowded around a giant tank. Then, in the last vision, you watched in horror as Logan screamed and yelled in pain. The water in the tank splashing and sloshing around as he trembled and tried to escape the restraints. With a flash, the images end. You pull away, exhausted, you hold onto your head as your heart raced; trying to regain your breath. You held back tears as you looked up at Logan.

“Stryker is at Alkali Lake.” You answered, your voice soft, as the others around you looked at you in shock.

“I was just there. I saw that base. Nothing’s left.” Logan said insistently, as you only shook your head, regretting it after as a headache began to spawn.

“That’s because he’s below it.” You muttered, before quickly getting up from the old log and heading over to the teenagers.

Logan watched as you left, his hands clenching and unclenching before he reluctantly looked away. He stared back at the fire, wanting to know what you had seen. You were able to break through his mind, past the barrier, and see his past. You were able to see what he went thought, and he wanted to know what it was. For years he was searching for the answers... And you had them all. Glancing over to the teens' fire, you sat on the cold, damp grass, holding the side of your head.

Logan wanted to go over there and talk to you, but what you had done for him had seemed to have taken a lot out of you. He didn't want to bother you, no matter how desperately he wanted to know about his forgotten past. Logan also began to wonder, as he watched as you flopped onto the grass below you, he wondered more about you... And why he was feeling this way.

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[gaddaboutgriffon]

Super X-Man

ok, this is one of those crossovers I have no idea why I don't see much more of. but have you ever considered the concept of Kal-el landing in kansas in the X-men universe? he still ends up with the Kents but him having enhanced strength and speed as a young kid makes teaching him to hide his abilities even more important.

now let's establish some world building for this fic. 1 most mutants only have one power. a rare few have 2 and mutants with 3 or more powers can be counted on one hand throughout the history of that world. Also the earliest the x gene activates in this AU is age 12. 2 Kal was toddler sized when the ship landed. it opened and he wandered a bit before being found by the Kents. Next day someone else found the spaceship and took it away. Kal is named Clark, and they never really knew about the ship. So, growing up, when his super strength and speed starts really increasing when he is about 10, the family think he is a mutant. The rest of Clark's powers start coming in at age 15. 3 Because Clark is an alien Cerebro does not pick up on him. also, I was going to play that up and that Clark's alien brain works so differently than human or mutant that Charles basically gets static when trying to read his mind. between those two things and him having Super strength, speed, heat vision, and x-ray vision by the time he meets the X-men he is quite the mystery. 4 This fic isn't based on any one X-men cartoon or comics. So it is going to have ages and the timeline rearranged. When Clark meets the X-men it is going to be a little in the early years. The adults at the school are Charles/Professor X, Ororo/Storm, Logan/Wolverine, Hank/Beast, and I'm going to throw in Forge/Daniel Lone-Eagle (took me a while to find his name) The older kid's class which is ages 16-18 and i'll call the A class is going to include Scot/Cyclops, Jean gray, Angel/(who I just learned his name is Warren Kenneth Worthington III), Gambit/Remy (cause I want comedic chaos), and Iceman/Bobby. The younger kids B class ages 13 to 15 Nightcrawler/Kurt, Colosus/Piotr "Peter", Shadowcat/Katherine "Kate / Kitty", Rogue/Anna Marie LeBeau (also just learned her name), and Jubilee. And that is it for the ground level world building. now onto the actual story idea.

So this starts with two mutant kids I made up called Clarence with the power of short-term future vision, only able to see about a day ahead. And a girl named Jade with terrakinesis (basically earth bending) that are on the run going from town to town and basically running a gambling scam with some stone dice. (yes, this is directly inspired by avatar the last airbender season 3 episode the runaway.) Clarence only being able to see about a day in the future helps him find easy marks for their scams but isn't far enough in the future to see all the consequences and they get into a bit of trouble which has them running into someone they scammed before while they are in Smallville. We will get to that in a minute. Before that they scam Pete, one of Clark's friends from school, out of an engraved knife that had been passed down through the family and he goes to Clark to help him get it back.

While trying to help get pete's knife back he accidentally uses his powers. Jade then gets the idea that they'll give the knife back if he helps them with a few scams they haven't been able to pull before. after a week of that Clark has had enough and goes to tell them he is done with it and finds them just as they are being cornered by someone they scammed in the past. Toad, and his friends back up friends Blob and Quicksilver.

There is a fight and Cark helps Jade and Clarence get away and now they are hiding out in kent farm barn. Quicksilver calls Magneto that they found some pretty tough mutants, talking about Jade and Clark, but need help recruiting them. Meanwhile that fight got Charles attention with Cerebro. So, he is bringing Storm, Wolverine, Cyclops and Jean to go help the two teens mutants and try to convince them to come to the school. But cerebro didn't pick up on Clark.

This all comes together with the X-men and Magneto's mutants converging on the Kent's farm. It starts out with both sides talking their pitch. Clarence is more interested in Charles school, and Jade is more interested in Magneto's point of view. Clark outright rejects Magneto and Mr Kent tells them to get off the farm. Of course, things end up with a fight, which ends up wrecking the farm, and both sides find out Clark had more than just speed and strength when he hits magneto with heat vision to get wolverine out of his magnetic grip.

the brotherhood of mutants are forced to retreat, but Jade decided to go with them. Clarence apologizes to the Kent's for bringing trouble to them and chooses to go to Xaviar's school. Clark is interested in the school for mutants but is more concerned with helping rebuild the farm. Charles knows Magneto won't back off from this young boy who displayed three strong powers and and he wants to help the most unusual mutant he has seen. (remember no one knows clark is an alien at this point, and assumptions are being made.) He offers to pay for the damages (which he would have done anyway) to help convince Clark to come to his school too. clark and his parents go inside to talk about it for a few minutes before coming back out to agree to send Clark to Xavier's school for gifted children.

and that is where I am ending it. What do you guys think should happen next? tagging my mutuals @confusedshades @emacrow @chaos-bringer-13 @bianca-hooks123

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Beat of the Heart, Chapter Three: Up All Night

Hope y'all enjoy! Things are getting flirty ;). Don't forget to like comment and reblog if you enjoyed!

You had just grabbed your lunch from the kitchen and were heading back to your classroom when Logan and Ororo approached you, a concerned look on both their faces. Logan’s brows were pinched together, his frown lines a bit more prominent given he was frowning. Ororo’s face was less pinched, but no less concerned.

Ororo is the first to speak, “have you seen Rogue today? Or recently?” You tilt your head slightly to the side as you replay  your day in your head, trying to think if you had seen the girl. You shake your head when you come up with nothing. 

Logan’s frown instantly deepens and Ororos eyebrows furrow.

“Why? What's going on?” You ask, voice laced with concern, noticing their shift in demeanor from worried to distressed.

Logan sighs, dragging a hand over his face before telling you the problem.

“Rogues missing, it seems no one has seen her since lunch time. The last time someone saw her she was talking to a kid her age and she looked upset. I think she ran away because of what someone said about last night.” 

Your heart drops and your eyes widen at the realization, “then why are we standing here?! We need to tell Charles right now!” Ororo looks a little embarrassed, seeing that she probably should have told Charles as soon as Logan told her.

“You’re right, I guess we were just hopeful she hadn't run off,” Ororo says as she leads the two of you in the direction of Charles's office. 

When the three of you frantically tumble through the door to Charles' office, he is already wheeled in front of his desk. You step back from the door, letting him through and following behind him.

“I apologize for tapping into your minds, but your concern for Rogue was hard to block out. I have informed Jean and Scott of the present situation and they will be meeting us in Cerebro.” Logan and Ororo follow you and Charles. The two of them catch up to walk by your side, you give both of them a reassuring smile that's as much for them as it is for you.

When the group of you reach the elevators Jean and Scott catch up with you, joining you in the ride down to the basement where Cerebro is held. The ride down in quiet, all of you quietly worrying to yourself about what Rogue is doing and where she is. 

Reaching Cerebro you assist Charles in setting it up. Using your powers you turn the complex device on then turning to help place the helmet correctly on his head, making sure the sensor touches his forehead. Once everything is ready you step away, letting him concentrate. 

The screens all along the walls flash to life, displaying the familiar glowing silhouettes of mutants across the world. You look at Logan to see his reaction, smiling at his barely hidden expression of awe at the capabilities of Charles and Cerebro . 

After a few seconds the screens focus on Rogue. They show her walking down the street towards the nearby train station.

Charles removes the headset, setting it down. You turn off the machine with a simple brush of your fingers walking with him to the rest of the X-men.

You all look at each other for a minute, deciding what to say. You're the first to speak up.

“We need to go after her, if we don't either the brotherhood or mutant hating humans will find her.” Logan makes a noise of agreement, crossing his arms.

“While I do agree, we need to prepare first, and I want you to stay here Logan. This is most likely a trap in order to capture you and we can't give them that,” Charles comments. It's not quite a command, but his tone doesn't leave much room to argue.

Logan argues anyway, saying that he's not going to let himself get captured and that you all need his help. Charles holds his hand up and Logan closes his mouth.

“I understand your concern but you need to stay behind. I do not know what they plan to do with you, but we must not let it happen, and they are capable. The X-Men will be perfectly fine handling this mission.” Logan looks like he wants to argue, but he instead just huffs and walks away.

Scott scoffs at Logan's behavior and you push his shoulder in retaliation, and follow after Logan.

It’s about an hour later and you are walking toward the garage, pulling on your conductive gloves as you head to prepare the car for the train station. As you pass by the entrance you also pass Logan. You catch him as he’s about to exit the front entrance's door, calling his name to which he turns and looks at you.

“Where are you going?” You question, your left hand coming to rest on your hip. 

Logan looks almost sheepish for a moment, maybe even a little guilty, but it’s quickly covered by his scowl.

“I’m going to do what needs to be done, I'm going to save her.” You sigh, knowing that’s what he was planning. You walk over to him, setting a hand on his shoulder, matching his expression.

“I agree, but you can’t go alone, it’s not safe. At least let me go with you, I’ll watch your back.” Logan huffs, looking at your face for a moment. He seemingly finds what he’s looking for and nods. You smile in response and release his shoulder.

Walking away you lead Logan to the garage, turning on the many overhead lights. There are several cars parked in the garage, an SUV that is able to fit all the X-men, a sports car, a large truck along with others, and a lone motorcycle. You gesture out with your hand, non-verbally telling Logan to pick what to ride. 

He immediately walks over to the motorcycle and you resist the urge to laugh. Predictable. You grab the helmets from off the wall, telling Scott you were sorry in your head and promising to return it safe, even though he couldn’t hear it. 

Putting the helmet on, you hand Logan the other. To which he gives you an incredulous look that makes you blush and laugh a little. You set the helmet back where it was before touching the vehicle, making it hum to life in an instant. Logan gets onto the motorcycle with ease. You follow much less confidently, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding yourself close to him.

Logan flips up the kick stand, walking the vehicle a bit as you open the garage door with your powers, before taking off. You’re thankful he can’t see your blushing face from this position as you ride away from the mansion. 

A little bit of nervousness creeps up as you pass the estates gates. You had never ridden on a motorcycle before and it was now hitting you how fast it is. Your hold on Logan tightens, pulling yourself closer to him and resting your face against his shoulder. 

In your hold you feel Logan start to shake with a chuckle.

“If you hold me any tighter you’re gonna rip me in half there sweetheart,” Logan teases, turning his head just a touch to the side to see your face. 

A blush immediately rises to your cheeks. Butterflies begin swirling around in your chest as you hide your face from him further behind his back. 

But the reality that you're heading out to save someone hits you in the face with a cold rush of air, getting rid of the butterflies as quick as they came. You can tell Logan feels this too as he goes silent. After a few minutes of silent riding you squeeze Logan in a sort of pseudo hug.

“We’ll find her. We’ll bring her home,” you say more to yourself than him. 

The two of you arrive at the station within 15 minutes, parking the car a bit hastily in front of it. You and Logan enter the building, looking around the lobby. After just a few seconds you both come to the realization that she is not here and you’re going to have to split up to find her. 

You turn to look at Logan and he nods. He turns and pushes through the crowd, heading toward the left end of the station. You head the opposite direction, albeit with more struggle. 

You spend several minutes walking around the station in a rushed manner, looking side to side in an attempt to find Rogue as fast as you can. Your phone buzzes in your pocket against the side of your leg. 

With a small sigh you pull it out of your pocket, looking at the screen to see an incoming call from Scott and several messages from Ororo. You feel a little bad as you turn your phone off and put it back. 

Just as you finish returning your phone to its place you hear commotion from one of the nearby trains. It’s hard to hear anything distinct but you have the inkling it’s Logan and Rogue. You run there as fast as you're able to through the crowded station, finding the two of them and Magneto having a standoff. Erik is holding Logan up with an outstretched hand, slowly pulling his arms in opposite directions. The moment you see them you send a bolt of electricity Magnetos' way. It hits him, but you fired it from too far away so most of the energy had dissipated. While it may not hurt him, it does drag his attention from Logan and to you. 

Magneto glowers at you as you give him a smirk, charging up another bolt of electricity in your hands as you continue your charge toward them. But just before you fire it off Magneto pulls Logan in front of him. Using the man as a meat shield. You nearly skid to a stop as you absorb the energy back into your body then continue your race into the train. 

Just as you step on and in you hear Rogue agreeing to leave with him, under the condition that he leaves Logan and you alone. You want to shout, to stop them, but Magneto is already guiding her out of the bus. You send out one more spark of energy as a last ditch effort but it doesn’t do much. 

Once Magneto has left the scene, Logan is released from his suspended position, dropping down onto his knees. As soon as he makes contact with the train floor you rush over to his side, checking for any injuries before you help him back to his feet. 

The two of you share a look, Logan’s far more angry than your concerned one and once you’re sure Logan has his footing, the two of you book it to the entrance of the station where you hear the sounds of a conflict between what you can only guess is your fellow X-Men and The Brotherhood. 

Through the large windows and glass doors you can see Magneto, Rogue, and some other mutants you don’t quite recognize surrounded by police force. It takes all your willpower to not burst through the doors to attack him. Logan seems to do the same. But that doesn’t prevent you from using your powers to hear the conversation happening outside. 

As soon as you tap into one of the police officer’s many walkie talkie’s you can tell that Charles is speaking through one of the mutants to Erik. After a few tense moments, Magneto and his Brotherhood depart and the police force soon follow. 

You and Logan exit the building, meeting with the others in front of the black car Charles is sitting in. Upon your arrival you straightaway can tell that Scott is not happy with you.

You give him a sheepish smile as he asks, “And what happened to the two of you?” Logan gruffly and with many simplifications tells him about your encounter with Erik and how he took Rogue. Scott is ready to scold the two of you but Charles raises a hand to stop him.

“Do not give them too much grief Scott, I am the one who made the biggest mistake. I apologize to you all, I guessed his motives wrong.”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself either. None of us could have accurately predicted what Magneto's plan was we just have to make up for it by rescuing Rogue,” you counter, resting a hand on his shoulder. Charles places his hand atop yours, giving you his signature fatherly smile. 

Everyone begins to pile into the car to go home. Logan goes to where he had parked the motorcycle and you begin to follow him, but you turn around when you hear Charles sigh wistfully. He’s staring at where Erik was and you know what he’s going to say before he even says it. 

“It pains me to see him like this. He’s reverting to the comfort of his anger, letting himself fall back on old habits. If he would just let me in, let us help him, he wouldn’t have to be so angry, he could come back home.” You stay quiet, simply listening to Charles’ woes. Squeezing his shoulder in comfort you give him a hum of agreement, then join Logan atop the motorcycle.

The ride back to the mansion is quiet, you're too busy stewing in your feelings to muster up a conversation with Logan. You’re pissed at yourself, for not getting there earlier. For not being able to do anything to Magneto. For not being able to save Rogue. Your frustration manifests itself in electricity crackling across your skin. It zaps and flashes, releasing the built up energy you had stored. By result,  your untapped electricity zapped across Logan’s jacket and flesh. 

Logan flinches at the stings that are gone as soon as they happen. You, however, don’t notice this, simply thinking he's shifting to get comfortable on the motorcycle. He tilts his head to the side, about to ask you about it, but upon seeing your face scrunched up in thought he decides to leave it be for now. 

You only realize your slipped control of your mutation when you are inside the X-mansion. Your eyes wander to the burned holes in Logan’s leather jacket, gasping when you realize they were caused by you. 

“Oh god Logan I am so sorry, I didn’t even realize what I was doing or that my powers were out of control. I’ll help clean and patch you up and I promise I will buy you a new jacket-” Logan stops your fountain of apologies by wrapping his hands around your hand. Butterflies bloom in your stomach as you stare wide eyed at him.

He takes off one of the sleeves, showing his arm to you, whereupon inspection, you realize there are no wounds or even a hint of a scar from your powers. You sigh in relief, meeting Logan’s eyes. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it bub, this jacket was getting old and worn anyway. I was wearing it till it gave me a reason not to. You took care of that,” he gave you a smirk before continuing, “besides, didn’ even hurt that much. Just like a little pinch,” he lightly teases, making you smile. 

You laugh and shake your head, pushing his shoulder with your free hand. A blush rises to your cheeks and the butterflies intensify under Logan’s carefree gaze, flustering you immensely. 

“Okay,” you pause, “but at least let me buy you a new one to make it up.” Logan laughs and shakes his head, giving your hand a squeeze. You squeeze it in return as he tells you, “I’ll let you know if I ever need a new one.” You laugh with him, fingers faintly glowing.

The two of you look at one another for a long moment, not saying anything, simply enjoying the sensation of holding each other’s hand. Warmths blooms in you. It starts where Logan's hand meets yours, through your arm, and into your chest. 

But the quiet moment is shattered by Jean’s footsteps into the foyer. You turn your head just as she spots the two of you, a noise of surprise bubbling up from the back of her throat. Logan’s head snaps to join yours in looking at Jean. 

Your eyes widen as you release Logan's hand, taking a step away from him. A blush burns fiercely across your face. Accompanying your blushing is energy rushing in your veins, making the fine arteries and capillaries in your face and hands faintly glow. 

“Ah! Sorry I didn’t know anyone was still up and about,” Jean apologizes as she steps out of the foyer and down the hall to her room.

You and Logan stare at each other for an awkwardly quiet moment before a giggle bubbles its way up and out of you. Logan gives you a confused look and it only makes you laugh harder. Soon he joins your laughter with a chuckle of your own.

It takes a minute for your laughing to calm down, both of you catching your breath. You hesitate for just a second before grabbing Logan’s hand once more, giving it a gentle squeeze as you look at him with a smile.

“I'll see you tomorrow. Get some sleep Logan.” 

“Yeah, you too,” Logan replies in a dulcet tone. The two of you look at one another for a moment longer, several words left sitting on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be said. Even though everything in you doesn’t want to, you pull away from Logan, walking to your room and giving him a little wave before you turn the corner. 

A few minutes after you walk inside of your room you hear the opening and closing of Logan's door. A smile flashes across your face. You quickly finish your nightly routine before sliding into your bed and falling asleep for the night. 

The next day you head down the long hallways to the kitchen. The X-Men usually had breakfast together and today was no different as you walked into the room to the sight of your friends gathered around the table eating various breakfast foods. 

“Morning!” You say as you grab a plate and grab the foods you want on it. A chorus of ‘good morning’s are told to you in varying states of awake, and mood on being awake. 

Plate loaded with food, you sit down in your chair. Like a college lecture hall no one had assigned seats, but you all still had your preferred spots at the table. However, curiously Jean sits next to you. Something she normally doesn’t do, instead preferring to sit next to Scott and Hank in the mornings. Ororo sits next to you like normal. But the two of them move their chairs to sit even closer to you, almost trapping you between the two of them. 

You sit awkwardly between the two women, glancing back and forth between them as you cautiously nibble your breakfast. After a few grueling seconds that feel like minutes, Ororo speaks.

“Soooo,” the white haired woman starts, dragging out the ‘o’ sound, “Jean told me that she saw something last night,” the redhead simply nods in agreement, a teasing smile on her lips. 

“Wanna tell us why you and Logan were holding hands?” Ororo matches Jean’s smile with one of her own. Your head tilts to the side in confusion. But then it clicks and heat rises to your cheeks flushing them a soft pink. 

“I- uh that's- um well- ah uh you see um-” You sputter, trying to find an explanation for them. As if some cruel, ironic joke from the universe, Logan chooses to walk into the kitchen at that very moment. You don’t even look to see because you can feel Ororo and Jean smirking at you, but before they can say anything you give both of them little shocks and hard stares. 

The two of them stifle their giggles as Logan sits down across the table from you. You give him a smile that he returns. During Jean and Ororo’s teasing, you had not only blushed but began to glow as well, you however had it under control by the time Logan had sat down.  You think he doesn’t notice, based on his lack of reaction. But Logan does, just the very end of it, to which he chalks up to your friends making you laugh.

Logan starts eating the moment he sits down, which reminds you of your own food. As you resume munching on your breakfast Jean and Ororo resume talking to you, though no longer about Logan but about a movie that had recently come out that you all had seen together as a group. 

All conversation at the table is halted when Scott clears his throat. Every head turns to face him, waiting for him to say whatever he has to say.

“We need to discuss what happened yesterday with Rogue at the train station. We couldn't have predicted what he wanted but you were out of line Logan. You could have gotten yourself, Rogue, or the rest of us killed with your recklessness. Next time you need to listen to what the professor and the rest of us decide on.”

From the corner of your eye you can see Logan's eyes practically roll to the back of his skull in annoyance. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. 

“Oh yeah? And if you guys had gone at the time you decided then you wouldn't even have had a chance to look at Rogue before he got to her. At least me and Y/N got to try and get to her!” Logan retaliates, gesturing at Scott with his knife. 

“You don't know that, for all you know you being there early could have triggered Magneto to go after her sooner!” Scott is now standing, the tension in the room rose with him. 

“Hey! He was just trying to save her, Logan was not planning on putting us in danger and I made sure of that! All he wanted to do was help her,” I interject.

“Oh don't you even start Y/N! You know better you should have stopped him, not babysat.” Your veins begin to glow from the frustration, small sparks of energy crackling across your skin.

“Fuck off Scott we're both full grown adults we knew what our decision meant,” Logan butts in.

“But Scott makes a point, the two of you should have followed instruction instead of leaving or at the very least asked the rest of us to come with you like the team we are supposed to be! Something could have happened and we wouldn’t have made it in time, but you could be nicer about it Scott,” Jean adds, trying to calm the situation.

At this point Logan is standing, him and Scott glaring at one another. Just as Logan opens his mouth everyone at the table receives a telepathic message from Charles.

“Arguing won’t solve anything, stop it and enjoy your breakfast.” Logan grumbles and the two of them sit down, everyone quietly returning to eating their food. 

The moment you finish you stand and declare that you’re taking care of dishes. Even though you stood by your decision to go with Logan, you felt bad for making the others worry and undermining Scott and Charles, so this was your way of non-verbally apologizing. Logan joins your side. You assume it's for the same reason you are. 

The two of you settle into a rhythm, you cleaning and washing the dishes and Logan drying them and putting them away. Everything is quiet, until you get the grand idea to tease Logan.

“You really let Scott get to you huh?” You say with a sly smile, looking at him from your periphery. Logan lets out a huff followed by a quiet chuckle.

“You’re one to talk, I saw ya glowin’ earlier, Jean say somethin’ real funny?” He counters. Your face flushes and you stumble around an explanation but before you can get a word Logan presses a finger to your lips, shushing you effectively with a smirk. 

Butterflies take flight in your chest at the proximity. But by some miracle you manage to keep your powers controlled and your veins unilluminated. You roll your eyes and give Logan a gentle shove, returning to the dishes. 

When the dishes are washed, put away, and your hands are dried you turn to one another. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Logan asks with a roguish smile. You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrow in questioning but return the smile nonetheless. 

“And where exactly would we go?”

Logan shrugs his shoulders, walking toward the garage, “wherever we wanna go, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the butterflies it gives you. “And how are we going to get there? ‘Cause I’m not letting you steal Scott’s motorcycle again. We don’t need him to be more upset.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Logan smiles and gives you a nod, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, we’re taking a car.” You return the smile and start walking towards the garage, Logan following after a few seconds.

When you reach the garage Logan wastes no time in picking the large truck. You shake your head and chuckle at his stereotypical choice, but you join him anyway in the passenger seat. Once your seatbelt is on he pulls out of the garage, heading down the gravel paved road of the institute. 

Hours later the two of you return in the afternoon. You and Logan are laughing as you enter through the garage door into the main hall, you’re leaning against his side as you laugh, almost using him to steady you. But Logan doesn’t seem to mind as he all but leans on you in return. 

Your laughter calms down and the two of you stand there for a moment, simply enjoying the lingering euphoria and close proximity. But upon looking at a clock you realize you have to part. You let out a soft sigh and step away from Logan, immediately missing the steady warmth of his body. 

“I’ve gotta go, I wish we could talk for longer but, I have school lessons to plan and then lab work with Jean. But I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say with a smile. Logan nods and gives you a smile in return.

“Guess I can’t always have you all to myself,” he jokes, making you blush a bit, “but yeah, see you tomorrow.” You give a small laugh at the joke, gently punching Logan’s shoulder. You have an intense urge to kiss him, but you quell it by biting your lip and walking away to your room with a little wave. 

One out of his line of sight you let out a small breath. You regain your composure and continue to your room to write your lesson plans for the next day.

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X-Men #5

Late, but who cares? Let's go.

So, I've made no secret that I thought Kwannon wasn't really being given enough to do, these last few issues of X-Men, and it's for the same reason I'm happy to see Greycrow here - Zeb Wells' Hellions was amazing. It was one of the few Krakoa era titles that actually bothered to examine the moral double standards of the era, that really took advantage of its unique status quo, that looked at mutant resurrection and thought, okay, how can we mine this, not for obscure background cameos that will make a person on Twitter happy, but for actual drama? It was a truly great series, and I was hoping it would be followed up, if only in small ways.

I do like that Kwannon and John have a cabin together. With how they left off, it felt very personal and intimate between them, like they truly didn't need anything else to be content with one another, and neither of them struck me as people who need action to be fulfilled - or, rather, they don't see action as a means for enjoyment. As Kwannon says here, it merely gives them purpose. So far, so good.

Wasn't expecting an Amelia Voght callback, of all characters. Then again, this is a Jed MacKay joint.

Psychics and death, name a more iconic X-Men duo.

It is interesting that we get kinda sort of confirmation that Quentin remembers being a head, since I would've figured that the Cerebro cradles were down and he'd have lost those memories, but I suppose it's also possible he could have just heard about it second-hand and been like, wow, I got turned into a head in a box? Weird.

Yeah, no, you don't get to call Scott Slim, Quentin. Only Hank, Bobby or Warren get to do that. And Jean, if she's feeling quirky.

Can I also say something? I actually dig Quentin's fit? I don't know if that says something about my fashion sense or what, but I actually like this look for him more than . . . pretty much any other look he's had. Granted, that's not saying much, given his other uniforms were black blazer with t-shirt, the 60s retro-futuristic mutant fascist attire, or the bland melange that was his X-Force uniform, but I do actually like it. Purple and checker pattern work.

So, this whole issue is an homage to New X-Men #121, which was part of Marvel's Nuff Said initiative, and it, along with all the other issues published that month, had pretty much no dialogue in it, it was all told purely through art. It's not a direct homage, of course, since dialogue is happening, but I appreciate the lampshade being hung on it here, with Quentin both pointing out that this isn't like the other homage, and then not-so-subtly pointing out why it isn't like them.

Because Quentin can't shut the fuck up.

Honestly, that's a fun spin on it. That's how you iterate on something you've seen before.

I'm a sucker for mental landscapes. Always have been, always will. I just like getting to grapple with a character's psyche in a tangible way, it's why I like series like Silent Hill or Star Trek's many telepathic episodes. And if I had to break down why I like them?

Well.

Pretty much.

You really could've just called this New X-Men volume 3, Jed, and I don't think anyone would've objected. That being said - I couldn't have given less of a shit what happened in Marauders volume 2, so seeing that Cassandra Nova is back and wasn't consigned to the dustbin because of that series is a win in my book. She's a top tier villain, tbh, one of the best new X-villains of the last 20 years, and her particular incisive methodology for breaking down heroes' psyches feels like it's perfectly suited for the team of this book.

As she demonstrates.

Ahhhh, good foreshadowing earlier, good stuff. And I have to say, Stegman's Sabretooth is fucking top tier. Excellent rendition of the big man himself (whom I already miss, even if he does have a miniseries coming up very soon).

This is a great sequence, tbh. Like, poor Quentin - this is actually the most anyone has made me feel for Quentin since Aaron, about ten years ago - but in terms of threat and character exposition, it's very good, with some excellent art and very Nova-esque deconstruction. I also particularly like this panel composition.

His head is in a smaller panel. His head is literally in a box.

Good stuff, tbh. Again, this is the most useful Quentin feels like he's been in a while, because if he did anything of real worth in X-Force other than die, I'll freely admit that I do not remember it.

Hank, Scott, do you . . . wanna get them some paper towels, or . . ?

Overall, not a bad issue - definitely not as memorable as the original psychic rescue, though.

Now, originally, I was gonna say, you can't hold that against it, it's not easy to match Morrison, that's just common sense, but then again, most writers don't directly invite the comparison, so, I really hope Jed is cooking up something long term and satisfying, because constantly referencing Morrison is all fine and dandy, but it needs to go somewhere.

Still, I'd say the title has been squarely good thus far, and it still has room to get better and better, so I'm gonna give it time to breathe.

Also?

Our expert panel of judges have concluded that Hank McCoy once again wins the title of Original X-Man with the Dumpiest of Dump Truck Asses. Thanks for trying, Scott, but, uh. Your nickname is Slim for a reason.

Conner, you and I are gonna fight.

Damn right. It's not Hank's fault comics readers don't read anything from before 2010 . . .

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Jean Grey: Psychic Beacon by Jade Gretz

The telepathic scream ripped through Jean Grey's mind, a cacophony of terror and pain that echoed across the desolate landscape of Cerebro. She gasped, wrenching herself from the psychic assault, the residual energy leaving her feeling weak and disoriented.

"Jean! What is it?" Scott's concerned voice crackled through the X-Manor intercom.

Jean's voice, usually laced with quiet strength, wavered slightly. "Sentinels. Dozens of them. Heading straight for Westchester."

Panic, a primal fear she had learned to control, threatened to overwhelm her. Sentinels, the mechanized harbingers of mutant genocide, were bad enough. But this many, a coordinated assault on the X-Manor, their sanctuary… it was unthinkable.

"Alert everyone! We need a full mobilization!" she commanded, her voice regaining its usual authority despite the tremor in her heart.

A flurry of activity erupted within the X-Manor. The mansion pulsed with the hum of preparation as the X-Men, each grappling with their own surge of fear, readied themselves for battle. Ororo, the Storm, conjured a swirling vortex of wind and rain, her eyes sparking with a stormy rage. Logan, the Wolverine, his adamantium claws glinting in the morning light, let out a feral growl, the scent of the approaching metal monstrosities already filling his senses.

Jean, her telekinetic aura shimmering around her, led the X-Men outside. The once-idyllic grounds of the X-Manor now resembled a battleground. Towering Sentinels, their metallic bodies gleaming in the harsh sunlight, marched towards them in a relentless metal tide.

The first wave of the attack was met with a desperate display of mutant power. Ororo unleashed a torrent of wind and hail, battering the lead Sentinel with the fury of a hurricane. Cyclops, unleashing his ruby-red optic blasts, punched holes through the metal hulks, sending sparks flying.

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Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Child OC

(Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Rogue)

~My Heart Part 6 to Safe~

Taken (Part 5)

Warning: angst, fighting

(Not the best at grammar or punctuation)

Summary: Gambit and the X-men go save Fiona, and Fiona’s powers become known.

Masterlist

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Gambit was sitting on the floor of Fiona’s room in casual clothes with an added blue boa courtesy of the little girl setting up a plastic tea set, Fiona placed her purple bunny plushie in his lap that has been named Monsieur Sprinkles. Fiona wearing her favorite pink T-shirt dress with a toy princess crown. Grabbing the orange cat and white dog plushies from her bed, she sat Ginger her orange cat across the tea set from Gambit. Running to place the white dog plushie by her opened door, “He don’t get to join?” Gambit laughed as the girl sat beside him. “Sir Fluffy is Guard” Fiona said as if it was obvious, “Oh bien sûr” he said trying to hide his laugh. “What’s going on in here?” Morph snickered poking their head in the room noticing the scene as them and Logan walked by, who just shook his head in amusement. “Tea party” Fiona announced jumping to her feet excitedly, “jealous?” Gambit joked wrapping the boa around his neck and throwing it over his shoulder with a hair flip.

Gambit sat up on a cot in the med bay awaken by the memory, “Whoa Sugar careful, you fainted back there” Rogue said moving to stand by his side. “I’m alright Cher, we need to find Fiona” Gambit said getting up despite his head pounding but worry and fear fueled him. “Remy, I know you’re worried we all are, the Professor and Jean are searching through Cerebro, and Logan left trying to sniff her out.” Rogue said placing a hand to his chest. “One of old Logan’s claw thought Gambit’s heart would be less painful than this. You know Gambit’s heart belongs to you Cher, but Gambit discovered that Fiona is Gambit’s heart. It’s Gambit’s fault she was taken, I was meant to protect her.” Gambit said lifting Rogue’s gloved hand to his lips and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand. “Remy…” Rogue hummed placing her hand on his cheek now. “Logan found her! He got her scent outside some mutant holding facility, we are all gearing up to meet up with Logan. Come on” Jubilee said running into the med bay, Gambit and Rogue followed her to the blackbird.

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Fiona sat on the floor of a small white room tucked in the corner trying to hide in the open room, the door slid open a man in a lab coat and two big guys with guns entered the room. “Welcome home F-63, you had us all very worried” the man in the lab coat said with fake worry in his voice, Fiona tucked her head into her knees pressed to her chest. “Don’t be like that, you’re not in trouble. We know those bad X-men took you away. You just gotta tell us where they are and everything can go back to normal.” The man said with mock kindness, Fiona remained quiet. “F-63 ANSWER ME!” The man getting irritated from lack of obedience from her. “Fiona” Fiona said into her knees just loud enough from the men to hear her. “Fiona? Who in the world is that?” The man asked, “Me” Fiona answered trying to curl up on herself more. “You? You think you have a name, you are nothing but a lab rat.” The man laughed, “I’ll let you in on a little secret F-63, you aren’t even a real person. We grew you in a lab with DNA we took from mutants in hope we could find a cure for those monster. No mother, no father, no siblings, you are all alone” the man said looking at her with disgust in his eyes.

“Have Papa” Fiona sniffles tears threatening to spill down her face, “papa? You got one of the X-men playing house with you? Who ever this ‘papa’ is I can guarantee they don’t care for you, they just pity you, probably relieved you’re gone.” The man laughed and at this Fiona let her tears fall. The three men left locking the door again knowing they won’t get anything out of her for now at least. “Fiona?” Fiona heard her name called by Xavier but didn’t see him anywhere as she looked around the room. “It’s ok, I’m talking to you telepathically only you can hear me. Are you alright? we’re coming to get you please just hang on a while longer” Xavier said in a voice that comforted Fiona “ok Grandpa, is papa coming?” Fiona asked with sadness in her voice, the Professor was quiet for a moment as he listened to the words of the men play in her young mind. “Fiona don’t worry I promise we all care for you deeply, your Papa’s been worried sick about you.” Xavier reassured before loosing the connection to her.

~~~~~

The flight had felt like longest flight of Gambit’s life, Rogue and Storm had to pretty much strap him down to stop his pacing. “We’ll get her back, keep focused you’ll get yourself killed if you get distracted. How would you expect us to explain to Fiona that something happened to her father?” Scott said as he flew the jet. “What I think Scott’s trying to say is don’t worry my friend every thing will be alright” Storm smiled but kinda glared at Scott for his harsh words but knew they came out of fear for the safety of the ones he called his family. The jet landed close to the coordinates Wolverine sent the team. They exited the jet they were already in the middle of combat, Wolverine was fighting armed guards his usual mercy for fighting non mutants was gone it was obvious he was out for blood. Gambit couldn’t blame him he hurled fully charged playing cards one after another at the group of guards, if it was them or his daughter his choice was easy. The world seemed to blur around him as her fought guard after guard, his normal care of not leaving permanent injuries to guards was forgotten.

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Fiona sat in the corner of the room for what felt like hours, but loud noises of yelling and gun fire became clear outside the room. She got up from her spot on the floor and approached the door but it was still locked. A ringing beep rang through the door as it opened as the three men from before entered, the sound of fighting grow louder through the open door. “F-63 it time we leave” the man in lab coat said as one of the guards reached to grab her. Fear like never before flooded her body and her feet started running before her mind could catch up. Fiona ran faster than she ever did before getting around the men and out the door and down the hall, as she ran she noticed her body changed she now had four paws carrying her fast down the hall.

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The X-men fought their way into building continuing to fight more guards. Taking care of what guards that tried to stop them, a shocking sight of a tiger running in the room with guards chased after it caught them off guard. “They’re kidnapping zoo animals now”Jubilee said confused but shot sparks blinding the guards. Jean heard Fiona mind clearly excited to see her papa and it took a moment to register the thoughts were coming from the tiger. “That tigers Fiona” Jean shouted to the team getting shocked looks as they took care of the remaining guards, the tiger stopped running once the guards were gone and no longer chasing her. “Mon petit that you?” Gambit asked slowing approaching the tiger not to startle it, the tiger just jumped at him knocking him over the crushing weight quickly became lighter on his chest and sounds of sodding filled his ears.

“Papa” Fiona cried holding Gambit’s jacket in a death grip. “It’s gonna be ok now, père here now” Gambit said getting to his feet once more holding his girl close to him. “Let continue this on the jet before reinforcements arrive” Logan said getting Gambit’s attention. The X-men made their way to the Blackbird, Gambit holding Fiona tight the whole time. All the x-men missed Fiona but left her to her papa for now. The whole fight home Gambit was comforting Fiona, “it’s ok Mon petit your safe now” Gambit said softly to the crying girl on his lap giving her kisses on her dark blonde hair on top on her head.

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This part was a bit difficult for me to write. It’s easier for me to write cute fluff not sad angst.

Any suggestions or ideas welcome. Got other parts planned check out Masterlist.

I don’t know French, all French is from google translate:

Monsieur (mister)

Bien sûr (of course)

Cher (dear)

Mon petit (my little one)

Père (dad/father)

Part 7