#I really don’t want to tag hank McCoy but I will

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Of course you have blue skin and pronouns

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Fic Rec Friday 12/8/23

Title: Little Birds

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011) - Fandom

Relationship: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme, Hank McCoy, Alex Summers, Sean Cassidy, Angel Salvadore, Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, Azazel (X-Men), Armando Muñoz, Blackbird

Additional Tags: AU, Birds, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Pigeons

Summary: Bird AU. Erik is a lone kestrel on a mission to destroy the great golden eagle who killed his mother. Charles is an abandoned pet dove with no fear and a dream of making a place where the little birds can fly free. They don’t quite want the same thing, but together they’ll change the world.

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Oh man. Oh maaaaaaan. I am so happy to be recommending this fic to y’all. I know a lot of my Cherik followers have probably been in this fandom at least as long as me, and as such have probably read this one at least once. Multiple times, in my case. But any of you recent converts might have missed it, on account of it being *checks publishing date* 12 YEARS OLD next January. Damn. Also, if you’re a real OG like me, you remember reading it In its original form… on the kinkmeme. Boy, the ‘gee Rooster, you’re getting old’ hits just keep building, don’t they? BACK TO THE FIC.

The fact that all these characters we know and love can be transposed into literal birds, and still retain just about everything we love about them? Amazing. And the plot, though obviously way different than the source, also retains enough of itself to still be believably based on the X-Men movies (First Class specifically, this was still 2011/2012), but with a fresh flair befitting this particular AU. The relationship between Charles and Erik is gradual, every new step feels earned and special, and sometimes - dare I say - you can almost find yourself forgetting that they’re, y’know, BIRDS.

All of the characters are so good. Weirdly enough, I’m especially kind of fond of Charles’ old owner. Such a sweet, kindly guy, who definitely immediately knows what’s up between his dove and the weird kestrel hanging around him, lol. Also, never thought I’d read a fic with bird sex in it, but here we are. The kinkmemes were very strange places; I miss them.

All in all, this one is always gonna be one of my favorite Cherik fics of all time. If it’s your first time hearing about it or reading it, awesome! Enjoy! And if you’ve read it before, remember: it’s always a good time to reread a great fic!

Important Note: This fic is locked, unfortunately, so you have to be logged in on AO3 to read it. No shade to the author, of course - do what you feel you must - but just FYI.

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Next Week: Steddie time again! Shout out to all y’all who followed me for those Steddie thoughts/minifics, lol.

This one is really great. I initially wanted to drop it in the discord for recs on my birthday, but forgot. Also it’ll be 11 days after my cake day when this next rec will go up, but just go with it.

To summarize: Steve has a terrible birthday… until the Munsons get involved.

See you next Friday!

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You seem like the best source to ask. What are good/ your favtotie Msummers fics?

Bold of you too assume I have good taste-

But ah-I am a frequent digger through the Mcsummers/Halex. Starved for content, pleading for angst, fluff, and just- Alex being a good bf to beasty. I got quite a few. I’ll break this up sfw or nsfw and shall tag the author if they have a tumblr! Please, Please, PLEASE go support the authors and look into their other content. <3

For the sake of clarity I am gonna keep this to Mcsummers focused fics. There is plenty more I enjoy that have Mcsummers and Cherik, or Scott/Logan, etc. If you need more to read feel free to private message me, I am happy to link you to some of these as well.

SFW

“Black Coffee on Fabric” by @crystallized-iron

This one is a short read but it’s super adorable. Poor Hank a bundle of nerves who just wants to cute blond coffee shop worker and just- doesn’t quite stick the landing

“Supersonic” by @silverxsakura

My heart, my weak little heart. Disgustingly sappy fluffy and it’s wonderful. In summary without giving too much away- Alex is dumb like always and has a hard time dealing with his feelings for Hank so like the himbo one we all know- bullies him.

“Animal Transformation” by @eleonorebirk

Short but absolutely adorable. Alex is transformed temporarily into a cat- and his affections from a certain bozo are hard to hide when you happily want to be pet by the guy.

“You left us behind” by @parkshan820

Can I just say parkshan does a lot of amazing Mcsummers work? Seriously at some point I will go down the list and put as many as I can in here. This is a angsty as hell slow burn and it’s the best kind of torture. Also I like to personally thank parkshan for a Alpha/Beta/Omega Mcsummers. A/b/o dynamics written well is one of my favorite things and I think this may be the only Mcsummers one- if not someone link me PLZ. I just- I don’t want to spoil anything, go read it and then cry with me.

“The Magnificent McCoy” by @ag3nt-a

Once again someone else that does a lot of amazing Mcsummers work! Again will have to work down the list and put in some more. All the science puns omg, I love Alex is just as a dorky as Hank and it’s great. Also anything that touches on the fact Alex having some of that intelligence from the comics and the geophysics is perfect.

“Breathe” by @ag3nt-a

Hey look it’s my request! Has it really been 3 years? Weird to think I wasn’t even a adult then. Now I pay taxes and stress over bills. I had a old tumblr by the name of zombiemutt-trash-center, It was a mess and now I am here. 3 years later- doing the same bullshit. ANYWAYS, I do really love this fic. Alex having to calm Hank down and be sweet is always great, but Hank having to help Alex deal with PTSD is perfect. Based on how Alex lost his parents in the comics.

NSFW

“Fighting Acceptance” By @heeroluva

Let me tell you this a fic I constantly go back too. I am a sap for Alex being a caring and supportive bf, but of course still a teasing jerk. All in the name of love. Heeroluva writes that dynamic really nicely, Alex doing his best to be supportive and trying to get Hank to realize he isn’t any different as the Beast. But also is impulsive and well a dumbass. Also of course it’s nsfw and spicy as hell. 10/10 would recommend.

“Who knew books could be hot?” By @ag3nt-a

Just Hank and Alex are horny dorks, who need better guidance in figuring out their feelings. Also Hank is also now a fanfic writer and it just made me want to read fanfics written by a Hank McCoy. Also- it’s really cute seeing Alex being apologetic not just cause attraction, but because he genuinely felt bad. Spice is nice- but like sappy “I’m sorry I was a asshole to you” is god tier—- and then spice later.

“Taste of What Could Have Been” by @atomicrebelomega

Also won’t be the first time you see Atomicrebeloomega! Also-, man fuck apocalypse. So my favorite Alex summers is apocalypse Alex. Aka Suburban Dad Alex summers- I love Alex from first class obviously. But worn out Alex who has calmed on the temper bit and more of a teasing asshole with a stupid grin. So any content with older Alex is much appreciated from me. Alex being the same dumbass at 31 as he was at 16 about his feelings is great. Warning this ends with the apocalypse ending.

“Flicker” by @trojieface

This one is a Apocalypse fix-it. One again grown ass Alex still dumb when it comes to feelings and it’s still great. This is more a nsfw without plot but teeth edition.

“Friendly fire still burns” by 1001cranes

This is a high school/modern Au, Where Hank is president of the NHS and Alex is the football captain. Angst, Fluff and smutt ensue, and it’s great.

“Grooming” by Wangler

So- the idea of Alex helping Hank brush out his fur after he takes a shower is adorable and precious and definitely a head cannon I hold to my heart. I mean- It’s not meant to be adorable in this fic, but leave it to me to make fluff. Also let it be known I enjoy more animalistic Hank, growls, teeth, claws, instincts and all. Alex is a furry what can I say. This one fills my need on those tendencies.

“The Side Project” By @bellsyblue

A more playfully teasing Alex and a Hank who is terrified to break him in half. Once again I love fics that play into more of Hank’s beast mutations like his strength and Alex being more then happy to take all that comes with that.

“Sweater Weather” by emperors_girl

Omg It’s so cheesy and adorable, and I love big brother Alex to Scott. Omg Alex collecting the fur and first thought was “dam this be a nice sweater” is great. Stupid cute and Hank is so done by the end of this.

“Matched” by @ag3nt-a

Big brother Alex and suburban dad looking fool with a stupid grin and awful sappy flirting? Yes please- My favorite kind of dumbass level. A getting together story about two dumb mutants meeting online. Also supportive friend Raven is best Raven. This does have Mpreg and fan kids in it, I personally enjoy these things but I know not everyone does. But as someone who has my own dumb Mcsummers children, I love to see it.

“Power of Persuasion” By @atomicrebelomega

Alex and Angel are friends and it’s great. Basically pure smut but we love to see it. Also Alex has the confidence to wear a stripper outfit and once again- it’s great.

I think this is a good starting point! Honestly I threw this together from my AO3 bookmarks- There is so many more I want to put in here. Ugh, so many good authors. I like writing, but it’s not my strong point. I enjoy drawing these nerds a lot more anyways. But I do have prompts for god dam days if anyone wants them. My free time is spent wondering all the shenanigans these dorks could get into.

If there is a author I didn’t tag but you know they have a account please message me!! I want to link back to the authors, they deserve credit.

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《xmen ships - zodiacs -male edition》

so basically i had an idea that pairs each zodiac with a character from a movie/book/fandom (you get the point). so yeah, here it is.

please note that this is very stereotypical so please don’t take offence to this! xx

《aries - alex summers》

•according to statistics, aries are big on communication in relationships and i feel that alex would definitely come to you if he’s worried or stressed, mainly about his powers.

•alex would trust you 100%, but he can get jealous very easy: scared that you’ll find someone better than him.

•however, alex would be very respectful and never do much about this (unless he was super duper jealous or mad) and respect your boundaries.

•aries are known to be big adventures and whenever you feel like going on one, alex would definitely tag along... anything to spend more time with you :)

《taurus - charles xavier》

•now, libras are big on trust and it would take charles a while to not be tempted to read your mind. but after a while, he’d know that you’ll tell him whatever’s on your mind when your ready.

•charles is a very closed off person and tries to appear strong and independent, but has a soft spot for you and tells you almost everything unless he feels it would put you in danger of somesort.

•yet again, charles would be very respectful and always ask if he do something (like give you a kiss).

•i’m gonna say it. big romantic. the candle-lit diner and write poems for you kind of romantic, just imagine charles writing poems for you omg 🥺

《gemini - bobby drake》

•you have gossip? tell him. he might not be that interested but he wants to know every aspect of your life (as creepy as that sounds).

•he’d definitely want you to talk to him if there was something on your mind, good or bad.

•i feel he’d be a little bit closed off though but he’d try his best to open up.

•he’s whipped for you like mega whipped

《cancer - scott summers》

•cancer looks for loyalty in relationships and scott would be 100000% loyal to you.

•however, like his brother, he can get jealous (but not as easy as alex) and try his best to not take it out on you but he has his moments.

•after his brother died, i felt it made him more mature and to not take things for granted so he’d definitely want to make a family with you someday.

《leo - john allerdyce》

•two words: power couple

•you two literally run the school, change my mind

•if you’re stereotypical leo, you love being centre of attention (and so does john) and he’d 1000000% give you that attention

•expect to be receiving cheeky compliments 24/7

《virgo - remi lebeau》

•now, if you know this guy, he’s known to be a little mischievous and for a virgo this is a big no no

•but whatever you, please don’t give up on him im begging. but who am i kidding? us virgos tend to be rather determined...

•and when you want to live on the wild side for just a little moment, you better hold on ;)

《libra - peter rasputin》

•idk but expect him to be around you 24/7

•very protective so expect no one talking bs about you when you’re with him or ever.

•he’d want to know every teeny weeny aspect about you so you can be as connected as possible 🥺

《scorpio - kurt wagner》

•ok he is shy, like really shy but he does become more confident over time

•you can tell him anything and i mean anything, he’d never tell anyone your secrets

•once he’s comfortable, he’d use his abilities to take you to really nice places

《sagittarius- peter maximoff》

•a sagittarius loves taking adventures and imagine the place you go with this bad boy in a matter of seconds (quite literally)

•sagittariuses are known to not wanting to settle down as it’s caused them to feel burdened and i feel peter might one day lowkey want to have kids but if you don’t, he’d respect that

•super duper playful and one of the biggest teases you will come across ;)

《capricorn - hank mccoy》

•you want a slow paced relationship? hanks got it, mainly because he feels the same way too

•he’d be very supportive with everything you do, and be proud of you even when you manage to accomplish the smallest of things

•he also every single on your habits, no matter how big or small.

•and if he tells you he loves you, he’ll definitely mean it

《aquarius - logan howlett》

i hit the image limit xD

•an aquarius needs a very open relationship. and could logan provide that? probably not but there’s some things that he just can’t hide

•he’d eventually tell you about his past

•very protective. if someone called you a even the simplest of insults you’d have to retrain him from going to harm them

•needs his space, but so does an aquarius :)

《pisces - erik lehnsherr》

insert picture of erik

•idk why but i feel he’d be very romantic. the candle lit dinner type of guy

•he’d try his best to tell you about his past and that he has in fact been kept prisoner at the pentagon

•he’d love every part of you. even your flaws and insecurities.

A/N: 100% not proof read as i kept coming back to this over several days weeks so i many improve on this on future :)

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[wednesdaysxreaders]

about me

tags for reach

so i’ve been wanting to make one of these for years. and now here i am.

i take x reader requests, but my first couple of posts might be scenes from various fics of mine to gain awareness. i’d prefer to write for underrated characters but i’ll absolutely do more popular characters as well. i’ll take smut requests but i can’t guarantee they’ll be good and not awkward lol.

also please please please be specific when sending in requests 🖤

fandoms i’ll write for can be found under read more (plus characters i’m eager to write).

keep in mind i’ll write for other characters as well these are just personal favorites of mine

marvel (mcu/netflix/fox/sony/blade/etc)

  hank mccoy

  alex summers

  raven darkholme

  kraglin obfonteri

  frank castle

  joshua “scud” frohmeyer

  asm/ps4 peter parker

  asm/ps4/raimi harry osborn

dc (dceu/dcau/cw/older films like burtonschumacher batman/etc)

  wally west (arrowverse)

  rory regan (arrowverse)

  rene ramirez (arrowverse)

  thea queen

  roy harper

  jason todd

  helena bertinelli

  harley quinn

  diana prince

  cisco ramon

  conner kent

star trek (preferably aos)

  pavel chekov

  leonard mccoy

  nyota uhura

  spock

star wars (original/prequel/au sequel)

  luke skywalker

  anakin skywalker

  poe dameron

  rey skywalker

  finn

  din djarin

  ezra bridger

  kanan jarrus

teen wolf

  brett talbot

  liam dunbar

  scott mccall

  isaac lahey

  lydia martin

  allison argent

  derek hale

  malia hale

the vampire diaries

  jeremy gilbert

  stefan salvatore

  katherine pierce

  rebekah mikaelson

  tyler lockwood

  matt donovan

  bonnie bennett

  caroline forbes

supernatural

  jack kline

twilight

  seth clearwater

  leah clearwater

  bella swan

  emmett cullen

  jasper cullen

  jacob black

resident evil

  leon s kenney

  claire redfield

  ada wong

  jill valentine

  carlos oliveira

  piers nivans

  jake mueller

(fear) the walking dead

  carl grimes

  daryl dixon

  benjamin

  siddiq

  glenn rhee

  maggie rhee

  beth greene

  enid

  nick clark

  alicia clarke

z nation

  10k

  roberta warren

  addy carver

  cassandra

the 100

  jasper jordan

  john murphy

  raven reyes

teenage mutant ninja turtles (bayverse)

  raphael

  april o’neil

stranger things

  steve harrington

  jonathan byers

  robin buckley

death note

  mail jeevas/matt

  mihael keehl/mello

  nate river/near

  misa amane

  touta matsuda

  l lawliet/l

black butler

  soma asman kadar

  agni

  mey-rin

  finnian

  bardroy

  grell suttcliffe

my hero academia

touya todoroki

tomura shigaraki

jin bubaigawara

shota aizawa

keigo takami

shoto todoroki

demon slayer

kyojuro rengoku

tengen uzui

tomioka giyu

mitsuri kanroji

tokyo revengers

ken ryuguji

manjiro sano

keisuke baji

percy jackson

  percy jackson

  annabeth chase

friday the 13th

  tommy jarvis

until dawn

  josh washington

  sam giddings

  mike munroe

mr robot

  elliot alderson

  darlene alderson

buffy the vampire slayer

  william pratt/spike

  buffy summers

  willow rosenberg

  cordelia chase

  faith lehane

the outsiders

  ponyboy curtis

  darry curtis

  dallas winston

it (adult losers preferred)

  adult!stanley uris

the last of us

  ellie williams

  dina

terminator

  john connor

harry potter

  neville longbottom

  ron weasley

  fred weasley

  george weasley

  luna lovegood

  hermione granger

  draco malfoy

  ginny weasley

transformers (bayverse + prime)

  mikaela banes

  cade yeager

  jack darby

  charlie watson

shadowhunters

  jace herondale

  isabelle lightwood

  clary fray

pacific rim

  raleigh becket

  mako mori

  jake pentecost

  amara namani

misc

  tomb raider

  the magnificent seven

  game of thrones

  bones

  criminal minds

  kick-ass

  mtv scream

  the vampire chronicles

  now you see me

  the umbrella academy

  saw

  american horror story

there’s most definitely more but these are all i have documented somewhere. if you don’t see something here, don’t hesitate to ask!

now, onto characters i absolutely will not write for reasons i won’t specify (unless you really want to know, then i suppose you could ask).

  kylo ren

  armitage hux

  negan

  pennywise

  jason voorhees

  freddy krueger

  michael myers

  tate langdon

  marius de romanus

  thanos

  transformers x human (the concept makes me uncomfortable, but if you really want it, i might consider it)

  billy hargrove

  theo raeken

  peter hale

  the bowers gang

enji todoroki

also any requests for canonly gay characters will be written with the proper gender reader in mind

[pinkykitten]

The Bracelet

X-Men Hank McCoy x insecure! female reader

Specifics/Warnings: angst, fluff, one-shot, race neutral reader

Words: 1,345

Requested: By @queengiuliettafirstlady​ do you write a lil angst insecure reader with hank like she thinks she is always the second wheel for evryone because first she fall for logan who loves jean and then she fall for hank who loves mystique and then once she yells all her frustation at remy his best friend and hank listen and then confronts her about it and then he confesses he loves her and she at first is angry because thinks he is lyng and then he swears he was telling the truth and kiss her and she says that she loves him too sorry if it was too long or too difficult to write I hope you will have fun and I am sure You will surely doo a great job because I already adore how you write last favor tag me when you publish it I Thank you have a nice day or night

Authors Note: my first hank fic. havent written marvel in a while so i kinda missed it. sorry i havent written in a while guys but i hope you like this. 

Hank had just finished one of his latest projects and everyone was proud of him. He was so smart, most likely always the smartest in the room. It was something he had been working on it for quite some time now and you wanted to give him a gift. 

In all your time at the X-mansion you had fallen in love and quickly have realized that you are not the one. 

You smiled looking at the present you made him. It was a beaded bracelet you made that spelled out U R Awesome! “Its perfect,” you said lifting it high in the air to see it gleam within the sunlight. 

You quickly raced to Hank’s room and accidentally bumped into Logan. Your eyes widened and you almost choked, “oops, sorry.” You were about to walk away until you saw Jean. Jean chuckled as she helped Logan up and leaned against him. You clutched the bracelet you made tightly. Your knuckles hurting. It was once upon a time but you had this immense love for Logan. He trained you in X-Men and you two had gotten close. You thought close as lovers but he thought friendship and instead went with Jean. The feeling has dissipated and instead been replaced with feelings for Hank. But you always felt worthless and unloved. You loved this guy and thought the world was yours and his and turns out no wait there is a third person in the mix and she is more important than you. You always felt like the third wheel with them and every person in the X-mansion that had a lover. 

“No problem, just, be careful next time,” Logan grunted as Jean held onto his hand and they went on their merry way. 

You pushed the past away and instead had a glimmer of hope with Hank. You skipped your way to his room and thought of all the things he would say. Would he like it? Is this too much? Would this give him the right or wrong ideas? You wanted to ask him on a date but you were nervous to. Pausing at his door you inhaled. You were an X-men. You’ve dealt with aliens, monsters, dead people coming back to life and yet this seemed the most challenging thing out of all those. 

You opened the door and found Raven laughing with Hank. She had that glow. The glow that was present on people when they were in love. You experienced it too. Her cheeks were pink from blushing and she had her hand on Hank’s shoulder. That made you irate but what got to you was when she lifted up a box with a bow on it to Hank. 

Your heart stopped and your lips trembled. You were too late. Hank opened the box and inside was a key?

“What is this?” Hank asked with a gleam in his eye and a raise of his brow. 

“This is a key to your new set up. You got a desk, a ton of sciency stuff and more machines and notebooks to help you with your researches.” 

Hank couldn’t believe it. He was shocked just as much as you. She was good. Really good. You stared down at your gift and grimaced. Seriously? A bracelet? You bit your lip to keep the tears and cries inside. 

Hank couldn’t stop himself from saying his thanks. He hugged tightly Raven and kissed her cheek. 

This sent you over the rail. Of course she got him and where were you in this scenario? Well, you were left with nobody. All alone while everyone had someone to love. You felt like Freddie Mercury, can anybody find me someone to love?

You shook your head and started to the vending machines to eat your sorrows away. Your body darted away while Hank finally saw you. He was concerned and set off to find you. 

“She’s just standing there and gives him a freaking key? Can you believe it and guess what? It goes to a ton of equipment for him! She’s smart. Really smart and apparently rich.” You rambled as you took a big bite out of a candy bar. 

Remy stared at you wide eyed, trying to enjoy his gyro for lunch, “still. Even though she game him a gift like that yours is different and unique and its from you and it means a lot to you. Plus, you made it from your own bare hands so I guess it makes it pretty special. You should think more of yourself darling.”

You shooed him off, “how can I think so high of myself when all the guys I love don’t even notice I’m alive. I feel like 5th grade all over again.”

“I think you need to tell him how you feel. You don’t know. Hank is a strange guy and he’s a bit shy, maybe he’s shy to tell you the truth. What’s the worse that can happen?”

You stood up, “whats the worse that can happen? C’mon, you’re my best friend you should know by now. The worse thing that can happen is he gives up on me. He doesn’t look at me! He ignores me forever and maybe makes fun of me! Why is it so hard for Hank to see how much I love? Every time I see him my heart hurts and he never knows that! He never acknowledges me!”

Remy took a moment and then chuckled, “well you told him yourself.”

You turned around and low and behold Hank was there. Hands in his pocket like a lost man. His brows knitted together in hesitation and confusion. While anger was evident on your face. His blue eyes searched yours as if seeking for answers. “May I speak to you y/n?”

You huffed, “why? So you can just tell me how right I am? Oh, I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way.” You packed your things and were going to room but Hank grabbed your sleeve. 

“No, please. That’s not it. I do have feelings for you. I was just too nervous and shy to tell you. I’ve noticed you y/n. Your beautiful face as well as your beautiful soul. I do like you y/n.”

You ripped your hand away. “Yeah right. I know what guys think. Don’t pity me. I know the truth. I saw you and Raven in the room. Who wouldn’t want to be with a girl like her?”

“Raven’s great and she’s my friend but she’s no you. You are so kind and so sweet to others and you put others above yourself. I love the way you scrunch your nose when you laugh or how your smile lights up the whole room you’re in. I’m sorry if I made you feel insignificant because y/n l/n you are everything but that. You mean a lot to me and I’m terribly sorry if I made you feel bad. Please forgive me.”

You searched in his eyes for a sign. A sign if this was a prank or a lie but you saw nothing of the sort. Instead all you saw was a man completely smitten over a woman that wanted him. 

“Okay.” You didn’t resist no more. 

Hank opened up his arms and you took the opportunity to get closer to him. You hugged him tightly to show that you were serious about this. 

“But first I have to give you this,” you dug into your bag and brought out the bracelet. “I know its not as great as what Raven gave you but I made it. Also you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

Hank looked at the colorful beads and what it said and his smile grew big and wide. He brought you close and kissed your lips mid sentence. His lips were made for yours and it was in perfect sync. Your stomach was doing back flips and you saw fireworks the whole cheesy lot. 

“I love you so much.”

You nuzzled your nose with his, “I love you more.”

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[midrashic]

rules. it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

i was tagged by the amazing lavender-lotion, who has written a ton of wonderful stuff this year! i did look at fics i wrote throughout the year (17!) but my five most recent fics are genuinely what i’m most proud of. i don’t know if that means i’m improving or what, but it’s a good feeling to look back on your work and feel grateful that the output of all that time and effort seems worth it. (no writing is wasted etc. but! some writing is especially not wasted.)

in order, with the fic i’m most proud of coming last:

AN AMATEUR PSYCHIC’S GUIDE TO REMEMBERING WHAT WAS LOST

x-men | cherik | 32k 

Hong Kong, 2011. Erik Lehnsherr lives in limbo: scrounging up money to pay rent from gambling dens or the scrapyard, not using his psychic powers, not dealing with his PTSD. When a teenage fellow psychic shows up at his shithole apartment with a get-rich-quick scheme, he's pulled into a world he thought he left behind—a world of brutal powers, deadly government experiments, and a mysterious man with a suitcase who is going to change his life… again.

for cherik big bang 2020 | this is a fusion with the terrible 2009 chris evans movie push, & it was a lifeline when i was grappling with writing my original idea for the cherik big bang. this is a fun exes-reuniting story about psychics, and i had a great time with the settings, the formal elements, & the way the plot entwined with charles and erik’s relationship.

THE WAY THIRST HOLDS WATER

x-men | erik x hank | 3k

"I'm not hiding," Hank said. Erik laughed, like rusty bells jangling. "McCoy, you're always hiding."

for @librata-laments​‘s birthday and trans appreciation week day one: coming out | smutty pre-cuba plane hatesex featuring trans!erik & trans!hank. this turned out so much better than i expected it would, & i fell in love with this version of erik.

AS CLOSE TO HELL

james bond | 00q | 19k 

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. —Romeo, Romeo & Juliet I.v.114-115

for the mi6-cafe’s occult october | part ii of conjurings series | i was very proud of the first installment in this series, featuring medium!q & ghost-hunter!james and based off of the conjuring movies; it was also an occult october fic and the first thing i wrote when i really started getting serious about making time for fandom in my life. if possible, i’m even prouder of this one. it’s got epistolary elements, has more of an action plot than its predecessor, & a few tropes that i love, and if the commenters are to be believed, that readers love too.

OTHER FUTURES THAN THESE

x-men | cherik | 81k 

In which Cuba doesn't break them apart, but that doesn't mean that their futures are tied together. (Except that it does.) A Days of Future Past AU where only one person can defeat the Sentinels and save the future: the man whose imprisonment and torture created them, and Charles Xavier's ex.

i will always think of this as my first genuinely long fic. it was also the first i posted on a set schedule, the first fic i wrote out of order, & my first cherik fic. i really enjoy the classic time travel fix-it nature of this fic, and if this remains my most popular cherik fic, i think it’ll be for good reason. just a rock for me throughout this year.

A KRITIK OF PURE REASON (THE SUITS REMIX)

x-men | cherik | 27k | warning: references to child sexual abuse

Texas: When Erik and Charles collide during their senior year of high school, they swiftly find out they make the perfect debate partners. But as secrets come out—and as they draw inexorably closer—more turns out to be at stake than the State championship.

for x-men remix 2020 | i have wanted to write a debate au since i was in the sherlock fandom c. 2013, so actually sitting down and writing it--with inspiration taken from my own cx debate years & ben lerner’s the topeka school--was intimidating, exhiliarting, and ultimately felt so good. the charles & erik that ended up taking form were intense, both in their passion for debate and each other, in a way that really gets to the core of what a lot of people find appealing about high school aus, i think--that feeling that everything matters so much, that feeling of being rubbed raw by the world. 

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[helpinghanikan]

One and Only (SoulMate Au)

X-men x Reader

Sum: Soulmates happen no matter who or what you are. 

AN: Picture was found using google, credit to OG making when I find them 

Charles Xavier: Meter of how dangerous

           Past college age it’s pretty accepted that nobody cares about their soulmate or their meter. The only people that really care are those that are 120% sure they have their soulmate. Even then it’s impossible to be sure until one dies and the others meter slams down to zero like a knife in your heart.

           People who still cared about their meter were the absolute worst.

           “Look how tough my soulmate is, they could beat your any day!” And this was said by the husband of the wrestler. Saying this with a smug face while you just smiled back.

           All you had to do was hold up your wrist and that smug face dropped like a beautiful rock.  

           The average number of the populations meter was five or below. Less then twenty percent reach over six and less then five reach ten. You are in that five, even from a young age everyone you showed it to assumed you had just drawn over it. More then one teacher forcing you scrub the area with soap to make sure you weren’t lying.

           Just like everyone else you stopped caring about the number after college. Instead focusing on your teachings and the new school where you were officially the only non-mutant teacher at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Not thinking about that little number until almost two years, and well over establishment of relationship, later. Rubbing your thumb over the number and looking between it and Xavier still looking over papers.

           “Can I see your wrist?” You ask, sitting on the edge of his desk, having gotten bored with waiting for him to pay attention to you.

           Still writing with one hand he holds out the other without looking away from his papers. His arm stretches out for you to hold it, rubbing your thumb over little three etched in black. Placing your wrist next to his, the ten next to the three and looking back and forth between them.

           “I doubt it will change with you staring at it.” Charles says after a few seconds.

           It’s usually not until after marriage that you even consider someone is your soulmate. Avoiding saying it out loud you instead say: “Do you think I’m tough?”

           He hesitates and that’s never good.

           “You’re tough on the students.” He finally says.

           “Yeah, but am I like, fighting tough?” You ask.

           He hesitates again. He’s such a jerk.

           “The students say you’re tough but good.” He finally says. He’s a lying jerk.

Erik Lehnsherr: meter of how in danger

           Since you can remember the little number on your wrist has never gone down below a seven. Rubbing your thumb in soap and water never helped in removing the number, drawing over it with a marker was just sad.

           It was your “friend’s fault that you had gone running to the teacher the first time the little marker hit ten. She looked over your shoulder and said, “they’re gonna die” right in your ear. At that young age it probably didn’t occur to them that there was anything wrong. Instead just watching you run to the teacher sobbing. Even so, you didn’t really hang out with them after that.

           Also, after that incident long sleeves and bracelets were all the rage. Keep your wrists turned down, keep the thought of your soulmate out of your mind and away from your present. Only checking it once a day, when it stayed high that slowed down to once a week. By high school it was monthly.

           By this point in your life it’s stayed at a constant nine, best not to think about it.

 Raven/ Mystique: heterochromia

            It was a scene out of a bad teen movie. Both you and Raven sitting cross legged on the bed facing each other. She stares into your eyes, flicking back and forth between your natural and the yellow that matched her’s.

           “Okay, okay, hold on.” Raven talks like a little girl talking to her new puppy.

           She never really had to concentrate to change her appearance. Staring into your eyes, her own changing slightly until it was created into hazel. Based on the smile that decorated her face your eye had changed at the same time.

           With her mutation Raven didn’t have the same effect on her eyes as the rest of the world. Her body naturally wanting to be even on both sides, giving the impression that she either had a soulmate who could also change their eyes or didn’t have any at all.

           It wasn’t until an off notice that she ever realized she had one.

           A mirror is held up next to Raven’s head. Looking at yourself at the same time she could look at you. A giant grin and one too hazel eye looks back at you. Raven laughing at the same time you did.

           “Now go back,” You say, a high from excitement.

           “Go back to what?” She asks.

           “Yellow, go back to what it is natural.” You say. Gently pushing her sitting for as encouragement. “Come on.”

           You were probably one of maybe a handful of humans who understands what she was going through. Having to live your same young life with a constant changing face and eyes. Being mocked until reflective sunglasses became a regular piece of your wardrobe.

           You were either still too giddy about this interaction or didn’t realize what you had asked. Either way Raven took a second before complying. Her grin wasn’t as wide as it was before, but she still smiled at yours.

Peter Maximoff: Share the same fingerprint

           Your leg is bouncing so hard the table is going to vibrate right through the floor. For the first half an hour in here you were left alone. Listening to the metal table bang and tang against the floor until the first officer came in.

           “I want a lawyer!” You immediately demand, banging the table once more with the top of your thighs. Practically knocking the whole table over.

           “Calm down and sit down.” She says pointing at you with a file, “You’re not under arrest, Ma’am. I just have a few questions.”

           Madam officer is nicer then you expected. The usual tactic was for the first officer to come in guns blazing, acting angry as a badger, slamming files and barking orders. It was the second cop that would be the nice one; apologizing for their partner and asking if you were okay. This time you got the kindness without being bullied.

           “There have been several break ins at stores and museums in the past few years.” She explains. “Some goods were stolen, and they were all by the same person. A dumb-ass who doesn’t know to wear gloves.”

           “I literally just got off the plane, this is my first time in the state.” You immediately say.

           “Oh, I know, I know. We’re taking you for this. Unless you were a sprinter in high school.” She says with a closed mouth smile. Holding up a blurred picture that was nothing but a gray smudge in a black and white still. “We just want to know; do you know who your soulmate is?”

           Just like the idea of a mother’s instinct there was an assumption that everyone is protective of their soulmates. Even when you don’t know who you were meant to be with there was a serious about them coming to harm.

           “No, what was even stolen?” You ask.

           She sighs deeply and holds up a list. “Uh, pop, a souvenir bear, the bathroom sign and almost completely cleared the gift shop of any candy.” She says, tossing the paper back down.

           “Are you sure you weren’t robbed by a twelve-year-old?” Your arms cross in annoyance.

           The officer was toying with her wedding ring. Watching you start to shut down. “We all can’t get lucky with who we’re destined for.

           “And we all can’t be lucky in knowing who we’re destined for.” You almost snap back. “Look, I don’t know who he is, I haven’t met them yet. And since I’m not under arrest I bid you a good day.”

           “Can you try not to leave the state, we might need you again.” She calls after you.

           “Not under arrest, ma’am!” You call back.

           Being new in the state you had to call for a car. Sitting perched next to the police sign, a leg swinging back and forth. The wind picks up to a hundred miles in second and dies in another.

           A little bear still it’s tags left by your side.

Hank McCoy: Color for the first time

           It was a gentle touch that he didn’t notice until glass shattered around your feet. He was too focused on the microscope in front of him to worry about a delivery girl accidentally catching his hand.

           It was anybody’s guess what he was looking at. Probably some DNA that was naturally black and white, he wouldn’t see the whole world of new colors until he looked up.

           In every movie when the soulmates meet there is a second of silence before they quickly grab each other. More then half of the movie would then be each soulmate trying to describe color to their respective friends and family.

           Instead all that came out was; “Sorry, I dropped your-. The sample, fuck, I’m sorry. Hi.”

           He was equally as useless. “I can-I’ll make new ones.” He says, both of your looking down to the liquid that was now obviously purple compared tot eh gray it had been before. “I’m Hank,” He finally says.

           You go to say your own name, he says it at the same time.

           “I’ve read your name tag when you deliver them,” He explains. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself before.”

           A small laugh comes out of your mouth. “Could have saved us a lot of time if you did.”

           He laughs at the same level. “You weren’t jumping over things to shake my hand either.”

           “And take away my chance to break stuff?” You say, gently nudging the broken glass.

 Jean Gray: Timer for when your soulmate will die

           There is no better feeling then looking down at your wrist and seeing literal years in neon green numbers. They dwindle down by seconds, stare long enough and it goes down into minutes. Nothing to worry about, though. Jean still has years and years, so much so that you don’t bother covering it up with bracelets or sleeves like most do.

           It’s such a common fashion choice to cover that wrist you didn’t notice Jean did the same. Keeping a firm hand over her wrist to keep the bracelets from slipping, even though nobody would have seen it.

           After you found each other there was no point in asking how much time you had left. A recent poll showed that over eighty percent of people (taking away any factors) would/have lied to their soulmate about how much time they have left. The small percent that did only would because their mate had decades left.

           Jean was in that eighty percent. Refusing to say how much time you had left, in turn you refusing to say either. Taking it as a joke instead of anything serious, even though Jean refused to touch you with that side of her.

           It was only a few months after finding each other that she started to hang around you more and more. The word “clingy” was even used after a few weeks. Not that it stopped her, instead her making jokes that possibly you were following her and that you just happened to know ahead of time.

           Subtle weird behavior is never noticeable until after it’s pointed out. Your mutual friends being kind enough to pull her away for the night. Long enough for you to get away to the store. You loved her, but it was nice to buy some oranges without being hovered over. That your phone kept blowing up did nothing to deter your mission.

           It wasn’t uncommon for one of the team to hit you up when they have one too many drinks. Determined to keep you as much in the loop as everyone in the room. If you had answered you’d likely be given narration of a board game gone violent for the rest of your shopping trip. It’d be better to wait until you get back; hear the narration over a nice glass of wine and your woman leaning against you.

           It didn’t occur that there’d be another reason until the barrel was staring you down. A distant order to “get down” being heard too late to obey.  

 Logan/ Wolverine: Red string of fate

           People always described that stuff in different ways; a long stretch of light, silk ribbons or actual bolts of sparking lightening. No matter how people described it, they were all red in just as varying colors; some call it wine or blood, one particularly creative bartender called it “like a whore’s lipstick before work.”

           Logan had never seen that stuff. Either brushing it off or just not participating in the conversation. For awhile he held his ring finger up to the light, maybe his ribbon was something thinner then dental floss, maybe even thin as hair and barely visible by the strands owner themselves. Eventually he stopped holding up his hand, even later he didn’t even care.

           Forty years and three shots of the hard stuff later and he’s finally looking at his hand again. That little line of red wasn’t there a second ago. It wasn’t a ribbon or a string, certainly wasn’t some cool like lightening or floating liquid. Just a small chain, looked like the same width and strength of a necklace chain. In theory he should be able to rip it right off. He could feel it between his fingers and tell each link between each other, even then he tried pulling there was nothing.

           It took days before he got the balls to actually follow the damn thing. It was a kid thing to take a year off between college and high school to try and find their destined. Logan was a little late to the game but not like he had anything better to do.

           It wasn’t until he reached a hospital that he stopped in his tracks. Little chain of destiny leading right into the exit into the nursery. It only took him a few seconds before audibly going “nope,” and heading back to that bar.

 Kurt Wagner: Same injuries

            At some point it was easier to pop an Advil and ignore the point in your feet and knees then wonder why they were hurting. The real bitch came when you invisible drug was stabbed right into your neck. More then once falling face first onto your desk in school.

           Given that the only cramps you experienced were yours they were a small vengeance. Easily the worst part of the connection were the cramps. Either you were born male and got to experience them without any warning, or you’re born female and get double the dose of them. It’s no wonder business is always booming for pain meds.

[madlittlecriminal]

Partner| Hank McCoy × GN!Reader

Request: no

Warnings: none

You finished setting up at the library and sighed. You were here to take pictures of the students and the staff for the school’s year book. That was until the library door opened and you relaxed when you saw your boyfriend Hank. “I thought you were teaching now?” He shook his head and kissed your forehead. “Lunch break.” You blushed softly and hugged Hank.

No, you weren’t at the mansion, but you were at a nearby high school. You were six months into the relationship with Hank, but you both felt as though living together was still a bit too soon. You still had time to spare until a group of seniors came to take their senior pictures, so you decided to let an idea pop up in your head as you looked at your handsome geek.

You grabbed your camera and Hank stood there with a soft smile on his face. You took the opportunity to take a picture which caught Hank off guard. “Babe, what are you doing?” You let out a soft laugh and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’m not doing anything.” He shook his head and reached out to grab your wrist. You moved back with a playful smile on your face and he chuckled.

He moved closer to you and a giggle escaped your lips. You held on to your camera tightly as you didn’t want to drop it due to the fact that it was expensive. Plus, you had too many cute pictures of Hank, so for you, this camera was special. As you moved back a little, you took one last picture of Hank before putting the camera down on the table with a small smile on your face. He smiled back at you before leaning in and pressing a small kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss and ran your fingers through his hair. Before you can even notice, he took your camera before breaking the kiss which caused you to gasp.

“Hank, that camera has been with me through thick and thin!” He let out a laugh at how worried you were about the camera and shook his head. “I’m not going to break it, babe. I promise.” With that, you sighed and leaned against the table while looking over at him softly. “You sure?” He brought the camera up before taking a quick picture of you and smiled. “Yes, I’m very sure.” He looked at the picture and smiled. “By the way, you look incredible in this picture!” You glared at Hank as he bit his lip to suppress a laugh. “I’m not lying, (Y/N). You really do look great in this picture. I just find you more attractive in person.”

A blush painted across your cheeks. Did he really have to be romantic now? There was a knock on the library door which made you jump slightly before step away from the table and a little farther away from Hank. The principal entered and became shocked that Hank was there. “I didn’t know you were having a visitor. I can come back later if you’d like.” You shake your head and smiled softly. “He’s my partner. No worries. You can bring in the first group of seniors.” They nodded and left the library. “Why did you do that?” Hank panicked and you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want you to leave yet.” He looked into your (E/C) eyes and relaxed a bit. He knew you were being honest and that’s something he adored about you.

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[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Please, a Hank Mccoy imagine - Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force. + "I don't know anyone else who can make me fell this way".

You and Hank had sexual tension ever since you met each other. Everyone could see that you’re into each other, even you. It’s just that neither of you had the courage to speak up, until one day everyone got sick of the yearning and unspoken words that Erik ended up making comments in front of everyone. Of course, the two of you blushed and were embarrassed but pretended not to know what he’s talking about.

Later that evening, Hank was working late in the lab and you decided to talk to him about your feelings after a lot of encouragement from Raven, Storm and Jean. What you didn’t know is that Hank had the same thought in mind and he too was encouraged by Charles, Erik and Scott.

“Hey!” You greeted.

“Hey!” He looked at you for a second before looking at the microscope.

“What are you working on?” You rubbed your hands together as you came closer.

“Uh, nothing much. Just observing the way the cell is reacting to this cure I’m testing”.

“Interesting”.

“Yeah”.

“So, uhm, I came to talk to you about something but I see you’re busy, I’ll come back later” you were about to head out when he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“No, no- I’m free for you- I mean I’m not busy at the moment. This can wait a bit. It’s not that important”.

“Great”.

“So, uhm- what did you want to talk to me about?”.

“Oh, yeah, about that… I- forgot” you giggled.

“I don’t think you can forget that easily” he stated.

The two of you just stood there for a moment and stared at each other’s lips and at the same time you both took a step closer that your bodies were touching. You both wanted to stop but it was like as if your bodies were like magnets drawn together by a force none of you could se. Without thinking, Hank pressed his lips against yours. You thought he’d place a soft kiss on your lips, but it was rough and full of passion.

You did not expect that, but you liked it nonetheless.

He stopped after a while to take a breath “I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way”.

You were still processing what has happened and only nodded at what he has said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- like just do that- without consent. I’m really sorry! It’s just that I thought-“.

“Hank, it’s okay. I wanted this too” you informed him.

“Really?… C- can I kiss you again?” He politely asked.

“You don’t have to ask. Just go for it”.

Tags: @bucky-blogs

[lonkaw]

What You Should Know

General Info:

Lonk Appreciation Week will be running from May 24th - May 30th, 2020. It is a week dedicated to creating any and all content in appreciation of Lonk, which is the pairing of Logan (X-Men)/Hank McCoy.

Rules:

1. Please, please remain respectful.

No kink shaming, nasty comments or overall rudeness. This should be kept a safe and welcoming place for anyone participating (whether that’s as a content creator or content consumer!). Really, just be nice!

2. Works in progress are welcome!

I know how much work it can be to finish up fics for an appreciation week, so don’t worry! WIP’s are more than welcome!

3. Themes are not mandatory!

If you don’t like a specific theme (or any of the themes) that is a-ok! They are more suggestions that you can follow if you want.

Posting:

I will be tracking the tag #law2020 on Tumblr and there will be an AO3 collection that you can post to here!

Questions?:

Asks, and anonymous asks, are open! If you have any questions regarding the event, feel free to leave them there.

And, enjoy!

I really hope, more than anything, that everyone enjoys themselves with this event

[letsbreakhearts]

Rules and Muses

Before interacting, there are a few things you have to consider before approaching me:  

First things first: Mun =/= muse! The most important rule of mine, because I do write about all kind of dark and disturbing topics, since I have no trigger whatsoever and like to explore the depth of mankind's cruelty in fiction. Obviously said content is tagged as tw:(name of the trigger) and therefore easily manageable with the right tools. If this still rubs you the wrong way, because you either are a prude puretist, really easily triggered to past trauma, or simply not able of separating fiction from reality, I ask you politely to stop reading here and leave this blog instantly. Consider yourself warned. Any further consumption of this blog’s content is on you, mate. 

All heavy topics in threads need some upfront plotting, to keep it all consensual. I don’t want to accidentally throw someone off. Plotting in general is always preferred.

This blog is nsfw by default. Minors and Personals get blocked most of the time.

All ships are welcome, but I obviously have my favourites and some I never wrote before definitely need more plotting than those I write on a regular basis. 

Reasons for me to unfollow/soft block you: Your rules say: If you write “xy” I will not follow/block you; You are literally spamming my dash with personal/ooc posts; You post/share a lot of negativity and whining; You share anon hate, instead of just turning the anon function off, aka get involved in drama that is easily avoided; You participate in call out culture; OOC political commentary/activism and other non-rp related stuff that I don’t want on my rp dash; Ship bashing and kinkshaming; You turn out to be an Anti of some sort; You share any hate for the character or actors I write as/use as FC. Disclaimer: You are of course free to do whatever you want with your blog, as I am free to avoid your blog without any reason given.

If you ever feel the need to unfollow or block me, just do it. No explanation needed.

If I lose interest in interacting with you, I will unfollow and most likely softblock, or even hardblock you without any reason given. Please don’t take this too personal.

What does private mean: I have my fav mutuals who occasionally get more replies than others. Plus I am very hesitant about following new people unless you offer me something I hadn’t found a partner for before. On this note, If you approach me first, I want you to have a vague idea what you want to write with whom of my muses and some time and creativity to plot a little bit beforehand. 

I have the right to not interact with you without any reason given. 

Don’t reblog any of my self written ooc posts and psas. Same goes for rps you aren’t taking a part in. 

Asks and memes are no longer my main focus. Do not spam my ask box but rather plot with me via IM please. 

I do all lengths of threads. I also tend to edit my posts and use icons but my writing partner don’t have to. Edit your post after your own liking, or not at all.

Muses with the same FC, as well as duplicates are welcome obviously.

I don’t do passwords!

My IM is open for plotting.

For those who are interested in such things: Hello, I’m Fuchs, a lazy German hobby artist and writer. English isn’t my first language and I procrastinate A LOT. On top of that I sometimes just need ages to be happy with the stuff I write. Short: Please be patient with me, if you see me online but don’t reply right away. I also tend to have a lot of threads. So please don’t ask me to reply faster. Not gonna happen.

Muses

BOLD = Mains || Italic = only as request || Others: Available but not always muse for

Detroit: Become Human

Gavin Reed (D:BH)

RK900 (D:BH)

Leo Manfred (D:BH)

Markus (D:BH)

Daniel (D:BH)

Cole Anderson (D:BH)

Hank Anderson (D:BH)

Connor (D:BH)

60 (D:BH)

Captain Allen (D:BH)

Marvel

Tony Stark (MCU)

Quentin Beck (MCU)

Steve Rogers  (MCU)

Peter Parker (Tom) (MCU)

Peter Parker (Andrew) (Sony)

Peter Quill  (MCU)

Frank Castle  (MCU)

Scott Lang (MCU)

Eddie Brock (“MCU”)

Benjamin PointDEXter  (MCU)

Flash Thompson (MCU)

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Erik Lehnsherr  (MCU)

Harley Keener (MCU)

Peter Parker (Tobey) (Sony)

Peter B. Parker (MCU)

Brock Rumlow (MCU)

Sherlock BBC

Sebastian Moran (Sherlock BBC)

John Watson (Sherlock BBC)

Witcher 

Jaskier

Geralt of Rivia 

The Boys

Homelander (The Boys)

William Billy Butcher(The Boys)

The Walking Dead

Marlon (TWD Tell Tale)

Negan (TWD)

Rick Grimes (TWD)

Shane Walsh  (TWD)

Daryl Dixon  (TWD)

Carl Grimes(TWD)

Star Trek

James T. Kirk (Star Trek)

Leonard H. McCoy (Star Trek)

Star Wars

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Kylo Ren  (Star Wars)

General Hux  (Star Wars)

Finn (Star Wars)

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)

Uncharted

Rafe Adler (Uncharted)

Sam Drake  (Uncharted)

Nathan Drake  (Uncharted)

Red Dead Redemption

Arthur Morgan (RDR2)

John Marston  (RDR2)

Far Cry

John Seed (FC5)

Joseph Seed  (FC5)

Jacob Seed  (FC5)

Staci Pratt  (FC5)

Men in Black

Agent H (MIB International)

Life is Strange

Nathan Prescott (LIS)

Sean Eduardo Diaz  (LIS)

Daniel Diaz (LIS)

Until Dawn

Joshua Washington (Until Dawn) 

Christopher Hartley(Until Dawn) 

Michael Munroe(Until Dawn) 

The Dragon Prince

High Mage Viren (The Dragon Prince) 

Crownguard Soren (The Dragon Prince) 

King Harrow (The Dragon Prince) 

James Bond

James Bond / 007 (FC: Daniel Craig) 

Kingsman

Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (Kingsman) 

The Nice Guys

Holland March (The Nice Guys) 

Blade Runner

K /Joe (Blade Runner 2049)

Man of Medan

Conrad (Man of Medan)

Blair Witch

Ellis (Blair Witch) 

Baby Driver

Buddy 

Breaking Bad

Saul Goodman

Jesse Pinkman

Walter White

Michael “Mike” Ehrmantraut

Todd Alquist

[crystallized-iron]

The Gifted - Chapter Ten

Please read the tags on the masterlist! Masterlist ***** ***** *****

Too many people. Too many minds. Too many voices in his head. Any time a stranger bumped into him, there would be sudden flashes of information. The hurrying man was named Johnathan. Twenty-eight years of age. Human. He had a wife at home with their baby. He enjoyed the ale at the inn the most. And the woman that apologized over and over was Elizabeth. Nineteen years of age. Human. She loved reading in her home where she lived alone. Well, not with any people. There was a cat outside her home that she often fed scraps to.

Charles made an involuntary whine when the last person tried to pass, but they made a quick retreat upon seeing Erik’s glare. Charles might feel sorry for Henry (thirty years of age, gifted, whose human mother was unwell with a fever), if his head did not ache so much.

“I thought we were going to find a place with less people,” Raven said as they turned down another road.

“I am trying,” Erik told her. “It was not this populated when I was last here.”

Charles blinked at the blurry shapes. Spoken words, unspoken words, anything, everything. It all morphed into one big lump of noise. Then his vision turned and spun and everything was blue. Two shapes moved into his sight and he was able to barely make out the worry emanating from them before everything went dark and silent.

***** ***** *****

“Charles, can you hear me? Charles?”

“He isn’t moving.” Erik checked his pulse, thankful that they didn’t lose Charles completely, but the sudden disappearance of his presence from Erik’s mind had terrified him.

Charles needed to get away from people, but they were nowhere near the city’s edge and they were having no luck finding a quiet place.

Erik felt the presence of metal first but paid it no mind until the owner spoke up behind him. “Excuse me.”

With one hand raised, Erik used his power to yank the metal necklace down, the woman wearing it falling to her knees. She coughed and Raven shouted, “Stop!”

He released her so that Raven could deal with the unwanted, gasping intruder. He vaguely heard Raven apologize to the woman, but his attention stayed on Charles. He was so pale, so silent, unmoving. If Erik hadn’t already checked, he would think that Charles was… He did not want to finish that thought.

“We need a quiet place with no people around,” he heard Raven say. “Can you please help us?”

The woman got her feet and walked into Erik’s sight. At first he saw the scraped and bloody knees behind the torn fabric of her trousers, but then raised his eyes to her face. “You are gifted,” she stated.

His hold on Charles tightened in response.

“I can help you,” she told him, rubbing at the indentation left by the necklace. “My best friend is gifted. He helps others all the time.”

“You’re sure he can help us?” Erik questioned her.

“I am sure he will find some way to help you, no matter what. Hank is just that kind of guy.”

Erik carefully stood with Charles in his arms. “Where do we find him?”

“Come with me.” She began leading them down busier streets that eventually took them to more abandoned parts of the city. “My name is Moira,” she told them as they walked.

Erik said nothing, glancing at Charles’ face, hoping to find the bright blue eyes staring up at him, but there was no change to his condition.

“I’m Raven,” he heard. “He’s Erik.”

“And the one in need of help?” Moira asked.

“My brother Charles,” Raven told her. “He is a mind reader. But he can’t control his powers yet.”

“Careful who you say that to,” Erik grumbled.

“I can be trusted,” Moira argued.

“You are from Merchants Bay. You cannot be trusted.”

“I am actually from Everston, thank you.”

“I do not care.” He sent a glare her way. “You are living in Merchants Bay now, aren’t you? Anyone here does what they can to survive.”

“But knowing his gift can help Hank help him.”

Raven placed a hand on Erik’s arm. “Be nice. Please.”

He softened his gaze but did not reply.

“This is our best option right now. Besides, if it is a trap, we both know what you are capable of.”

“Fine,” he said.

With a smile, Raven went to walk alongside Moira. “So what can we expect with your friend Hank?”

“He is a good man,” she said. “He might not look like it, but he is.”

“Does he have a grumpy face or something?”

“It’s… more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

Moira stopped outside a dirty old house. Windows were shattered, walls were dented, some crumbling. Burn marks circled the surprisingly new door. As she turned the knob to open it, she said, “You’ll see. Just remember, he really is a good man.”

The door swung open with a loud creak. Raven looked up at Erik.

“After you,” he told her.

She sighed and walked inside, followed by Moira. Erik entered with Charles and Moira pulled the door shut.

There were dusty cobwebs in the corners. Old furniture with handprints where the dust had come off.

The place looked mostly abandoned, but Erik’s eyes stared at the floor. There was metal beneath them, but he could not make out quite how much or in what shape.

Moira passed them to the opposite wall. She hooked her fingers into a slot at the corner and slid the wall to the side, revealing a staircase leading down.

Erik and Raven looked at each other before following Moira down. “Is it okay to leave it open like that?” Raven asked her.

“It’ll be fine. Erik can protect us all if necessary.”

“Since when am I everyone’s guard?” the man questioned. “And I still have Charles.”

“Just a little bit further,” Moira promised.

They came to the landing, then climbed the next set of stairs down in the opposite direction. At the bottom was a room lit by torches on either side, the walls singed, and on the far wall was a single door.

Erik eyed the marks. “What happened here?”

“Someone else that sometimes cannot control his gift,” Moira stated. She crossed the room and knocked on the door, knock-knock knock; knock; knock.

A silent minute passed, and then the door opened. Erik stared at the creature that stepped through while Raven gasped.

“Wow,” she said, a grin forming on her lips.

He was tall and easily towered over Erik. He was blue, furry, and wore spectacles in front of his eyes. “Hello,” he greeted them, his voice soft and human.

“They are Raven, Erik, and Charles is unconscious,” Moira explained.

“I see that.”

“He is a mind reader that cannot control his powers.”

“So he needs quiet then.” He approached Erik, pausing when the man backed up a step. “Alright if I take him?”

“Just show me where to put him,” Erik answered.

“Alright. Through that door is a wooden table you can place him on. Then we will wait for him to wake up and go from there.”

Erik nodded and carried Charles through. The wooden table was right there, already clear. Cabinets lined the walls. There were tools made of metal in some of the drawers. The tools made him anxious, but he reminded himself he could control them if he felt it necessary.

The others entered as he placed Charles on the table. He looked so peaceful, but Erik still couldn’t feel his presence in his mind at all. The total silence was disturbing. “Come back to us,” he whispered, ignoring everyone else. He held onto Charles’ hand. “Please, Charles.”

***** ***** *****

“Are they close?” Hank asked Raven.

“More than either will admit,” she told him. “What about you and Moira?”

“Oh, there is nothing romantic between us,” Moira was quick to say.

“Is it because of…”

“His appearance? Not at all.” She smiled up at him. “Hank still looked human when we met. We just work better as friends.”

“What happened then?” Raven wondered.

Hank shrugged. “I was trying to hide another physical difference between myself and other people, but I obviously made a mistake somewhere and instead of curing my… issue, it instead worsened everything. It isn’t all bad, though. Humans fear me, and that fear keeps us mostly safe here.”

Raven nodded and looked down. “I look different too.”

“No you -”

She shifted to her natural blue form. “This is me. The blonde girl is a disguise I wear to not get caught.”

Hank stared at her. “But you can disguise yourself. I don’t have that luxury anymore.”

“I wish it wasn’t necessary.”

***** ***** *****

Darkness enveloped him. He was disconnected, alone. Charles tried to reach outward with his mind, and almost immediately found Erik and the comfort that a familiar mind provided. There was so much worry and anxiety coming from his friend, but then a sudden wave of relief. “Charles?”

His eyelids felt heavy but he managed to open them. He blinked at Erik and the other man smiled. “Erik.”

Erik’s smile only grew. “Welcome back, my friend.”

“What… what happened?”

“You passed out.”

“Mm.” Charles closed his eyes again. There were a few others nearby, and the loudness of the city seemed muffled. “Where are we?”

“Underneath the city.”

“What?” One of the other minds he felt, a new one, came toward them and he reopened his eyes to find a pretty brunette in front of him.

“Hello,” she said and he smiled at her. “My name is Moira MacTaggert. I led your friends here so you could get help.”

“Thank you, Moira. I really appreciate it.”

Raven walked up, along with someone that made Charles question if he really was awake.

“And you are?” he asked the tall, blue, fluffy-looking man.

“Hank McCoy. You have good friends, Charles.”

“Yes I do. Hank, may I ask you something?”

“If it is about my appearance, you are not hallucinating. I really do look like this.”

“I see.” He tried to get himself into a sitting position, thankful for Erik’s hand at his back. Worry, relief, anxiety, affection. Charles lingered momentarily on the knowledge that Erik felt affection for him. Most likely familial, but still, it was nice to know. Erik was so focused on friendship, it could not possibly be anything else, after all. “So we are underneath Merchants Bay?”

“Sort of,” Hank told him. “How do you feel?”

“Better. It is still a little loud, but not as much.”

“Do you think you might pass out again?”

“If I go out there, I certainly will. I just cannot handle everyone.”

Hank nodded. “Would you be willing to participate in an experiment using a new drug I have been developing? Its goal is to dampen an individual’s power, make it weaker for easier management.”

Charles stared at him. “What was that?”

“He is not your test subject,” Erik growled. Anger coated his already present emotions, and it was quickly burning hotter.

Hank was unfazed. “But if he can’t control his gift yet, then this drug should help.”

Charles pressed a finger to his temple, telling Erik, Please try to calm down. He is only trying to help.

You don’t know that.

Between the two of us, who is going to know his true intentions better? I have quite the advantage, you know. He felt Erik’s hand leave him, along with the intense focus on the man’s emotions. Charles breathed deeply. “This drug will… dampen, you said? Dampen my powers?”

“Right,” Hank said. “It should weaken them enough you can survive in Merchants Bay.”

“Promising…” He could still feel the heat of Erik’s rage. “And side effects?”

“I don’t know yet.”

There was the rattling of nails, tools. Charles reached to Erik. Stop.

Erik scowled. He doesn’t know what could happen to you. It was almost a shout. How can you be considering this?

Because I need something, Erik.

You don’t. If we can just get you away -

Do not tell me what to do. You don’t have that right. Charles breathed. He needed to not let himself get swallowed by the intense feelings emanating from the other. You do not even know what it is like, Erik, he calmly told him. Do not think you get to decide for me on anything. He lowered his hand and gave Hank a smile. “I will try it."

“You two were looking kind of intense,” Hank commented as he walked away to get things ready.

“We have a difference of opinion, that is all.” He finally looked at Raven. “You are blue too, I see.”

She startled and looked at him after watching Hank. “It’s safe here.”

Nodding, Charles said, “It certainly seems safe.”

Raven took his hand. “How are you feeling though? Really.”

Her mind was so much calmer than Erik’s and he was grateful for it. “Tired. Very tired.”

Hank returned with a small glass. The thick liquid inside was a mix of white and blue. “I call it moondamp.”

“Moondamp,” Charles repeated as he took the glass and stared at it.

“I really don’t think you should -” Erik began, but then Charles drank it down and returned the empty glass to Hank.

Ten seconds later, Raven asked, “How do you feel now?”

“Still the same,” Charles told her.

“How about now?”

“Raven, are you going to ask every few seconds?”

“Of course.”

“It wouldn’t work that fast,” said Hank, “even with the higher dosage I gave him.”

Erik’s rage reached Charles again. “You gave him a higher dosage of something you don’t even know the side effects of?”

“We need to make sure he isn’t going to lose consciousness again.”

The intensity of Erik’s emotions began to fade. The everpresent hum of thoughts slowly died out. Charles tried to focus on the minds around him, but even that grew quieter and quieter.

And then he heard none of them.

“Hank?”

“Yeah?”

Charles swallowed. This was not right. This could not be right. “I cannot hear anyone’s thoughts at all.”

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[lothirielswanmarvel]

Chapter 1 of Avengers: Love and Lightning

Love interest: Thor (+ a Peter Quill love triangle later introduced in the series)

“Vision, what's next on the list?”

“Blueberries, sir—boss—tiny man with lots of money,” Vision stuttered as we walked on the aisle. Tony Stark, famous billionaire and world-saver, sat in the shopping cart that I pushed, munching on an open box of pocky.

“Tiny Man better not squish my M&Ms,” Rhodey muttered. Every now and then, Rhodey would reach out and steady himself against the edge of the cart. The metal casts that encased his legs were bulky, and I couldn't imagine how irritating they were. I noticed Vision wince every time Rhodey stopped to gather himself.

I sighed. My family had gone through a divorce recently (and you can imagine how crappy that was, given Director Nick Fury was practically the priest that united the match). The Avengers had separated, leaving all parties in broken pieces. All of the people I cared about in my incredibly tiny yet fulfilling social circle were in pain. How was someone like me, an introvert with zero superpowers, supposed to fix that?

“Oh! Can we pick up some cucumbers?” Shuri asked. Her voice was light and had a hint of an accent to it. She wore bright colors and had a chipper air to her. Sometimes, I swore she was a character from an anime brought to life.  

“No,” T’Challa said sternly.

Our group took up the entire aisle, and as we slowly inched towards the end, I daydreamed about the book I had stashed under my bed in the Compound. But I forced myself out of my comfort zone, more than a regular amount: I felt like they needed me. And I honestly cared too much to forsake any of the Avengers right now.

“Ms. Angie, can I have some cucumbers please?” Shuri turned to me with a polite smile on her face.

I blinked. “You’re the princess of an entire continent. I'm pretty sure I have no say here.”

“Sure you do, Ms. Angie,” Peter Parker, another random kid that Tony adopted off the street, raced up to our party. He stuffed a bunch of doughnuts in our cart. Tony nodded his approval, “ ‘Atta boy. Now go steal the bananas by the ‘kids get free snacks’ sign.”

“Don't listen to him, Peter. Tony can go by himself,” I said. “And what do you mean, I have a say?”

Peter shrugged. “Well, you’re an adult, right? You’re old enough to drink, that's pretty old.”

I stopped pushing the cart abruptly and gaped at Tiny Man 2.0. “Wait, hold on a minute, did you just call me old?”

“You read books all the time,” Shuri replied.

“You always prefer your free time in solitude,” Vision interjected.

“And you look…” Peter trailed off as he studied my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tony making cutting motions with his hands.

“You look, uh,” Peter swallowed. “You look really young. I mean, you dated Thor and he's like a thousand years old. You're practically dating the elderly.”

“Woah, that is not cool, man,” Rhodey shook his head.

“We need to work on how you talk to women,” Tony told Parker. Then he turned in the cart to glance at me, and cowered behind a jar of Nutella. In the background, T’Challa started hitting his head on a box of cereal.

I sucked in a breath as I processed all of this information. “Okay, a few points to be made here: I am a young woman in the prime of my life.”

“Who radiates youth and beauty,” T’Challa offered.

I continued, trying not to blush, “Right...er, thanks. Number two: I never dated Thor. If I wanted to date the elderly, I’d call up Bucky in Wakanda. Last thing,”

I stared down Vision, Peter, Shuri, and Tony. “if I am the adult, that means you are the child.”

I continued down the aisle, tugging Tony along in the cart. “Rhodey, pick up some Minute Maid juice boxes for the kids.”

“But I like Juicy Juice more…” Parker whined.

“Tough!” I turned around the corner, and crashed carts with someone. I winced at the sound. Tony squirmed in the metal basket, “Hey—oh, they visited the liquor section.”

Tony reached out to steal the pack of beer and yelped when three long blades came before his hand.

“I’m so sorry! Hi, Logan,” I said, facing most of the staff of the X-Men. Professor Charles Xavier was sitting in the cart, giving Tony a disapproving look. Erik Lensherr pushed the cart without even touching the handle, who offered an unfriendly sneer to Vision. Hank McCoy was nearby, studying the shopping list. Sometimes he glanced up at me and quickly looked back down at the slip of paper.

“Our deepest apologies, Ms. Green,” Charles wore a friendly smile when he met my gaze. “Do excuse us. Mister Wade Wilson has been draining our supply of snacks for the students, so we’re here to pick up more biscuits.”

“That's british for crackers,” Hank McCoy translated.

“They don't need to know our life story, bub,” Logan grunted.

“Right. We must be off,” Charles waved as his cart started moving by itself. “Good day to you, Avengers.”

Erik sneered at Vision as they passed. “Next time you touch my daughter, remember: I can control metal.”

The group marched off to raise havoc in the bakery department.

“The other side of the pond is crazy,” Rhodey remarked, watching them go.

Tony held up a beer in victory, “Ugh, why is this warm? We’re getting some Aviation American Gin.”

I started pushing Tony again. Both him and the doughnuts had some weight to them. “No alcohol around kids.”

“But mom!”

“No dice,” I said. Our group kept walking. My mind wandered back to what Peter mentioned: he thought Thor and I were dating. We were intimate—I mean, we were close, not in a romantic way, but...he always came up to me first when he returned to Earth. Thor sent me exotic flowers from Asgard sometimes, when he was away—he called me his “earthen goddess” on the tag, and it always made me feel all warm and tingly.

Thor and I had struck up a system while he was away, too: to make sure he was alive, we sent letters through Heimdall for each other. I felt bad bothering the poor Watcher of the Nine Realms, but at least I knew Thor was okay. He was off doing space stuff, and I did my earth stuff: I just...I missed him sometimes.

Only when fiery sparks filled the air did I return to reality (only Thor could make me forget what planet I was on). Doctor Stephen Strange appeared before us.

“Hey,” I was the first to recognize him. I probably knew him better than everyone else; my health history wasn't...pristine.

Tony stuck his tongue out at him like a five year-old. “What, you got tired of your blue telephone box?”

Peter and Shuri gasped. “Can I be your companion?”

“I asked first! I got dibs! Ha!”

“No fair! You didn't even get your Hogwarts letter!”

Stephen smirked, and despite Tony, leaned on the front of the cart, holding my gaze. “Hello. Food shopping with the family?”

“And pursuing other condiments, including feminine hygiene products and alcoholic beverages,” Vision added.

I plastered a smile on my face. “Just an ordinary day living among superheroes. Very boring.”

Shuri nodded vigorously. “It's true! All Ms. Angie does is sit on the couch and play video games and cry over made-up people. There is nothing interesting going on in her life.”

I gripped the handle to the cart tightly, silently vowing never to have children. Stephen’s cheekbones were sharp and taut like they were held up by internal wiring. He had a regalness to him. I was one of the few around that he actually joked with, “I disagree. I think there are plenty of interesting things about you.”

I made a face at him, wondering if this was a hint to a new health crisis—or even worse—an attempt to flirt with me. Suddenly T’Challa was right next to me. “What is your motive in this visit, Strange? Perhaps you have run out of money, and cannot afford basic necessities.”

I groaned at the two of them. “Please play nice. I think I’ve finally reached the temptation to buy Aviation American Gin. Tony, direct me.”

“Yay!” Tony pointed Logan’s stolen beer bottle towards the end of the aisle. I followed my soon to-be tipsy compass.

Stephen still lingered in our group. I glanced over at him, “If there’s anything you’d like…”

“I wouldn't want to impose,” He said.

“Angeline, I think you are too kind to the misfortunate,” T’Challa mused.

“Guys, please. I get enough bickering as it is: I'm surrounded by four kids,” I motioned again across our group. “Let’s just be nice, and enjoy Tony’s black card.”

We reached the end of the aisle and a curse flew from my mouth. I crashed carts with someone else.

“I'm so sorry—” I trailed off when I looked up at the person.

“Intruders!” Scott Lang raised his nerf gun from his seat in the shopping cart. “Make way, people! It's the White Jets to our Latino Sharks!”

Steve Rogers sighed. “Scott, you have to stop watching musicals with Cassie.”

[xmenwickedgame]

Here’s to the New Year (drabble)

//So I wrote this last year around this time. I just didn’t have a blog to share it on. Although some things have changed for my muses in a year I thought I’d upload this anyway. 

Happy New Year!

___

Sometimes ten years makes all the difference. 

That was the thought running through James Xavier’s head this evening. He was seated in the family room—distinct from the living room as this was smaller and almost exclusively reserved for his family as opposed to the growing student body. One of the many changes made over the last decade but not necessarily a bad one. The Xavier family and all extended members had a rough and rocky history: they deserved a space to let their hair down or however the saying went. Be the man and/or woman behind the curtain and just...unplug. On the off-chance someone somewhere needed something, well, that’s what telepathy was for. Mister Xavier to the rescue in record time. James smiled to himself, nestling further against the sofa he currently occupied. He remembered a time his powers caused more trouble than solutions. Another welcomed change in the last decade.

“What’s so funny?” Ventured a voice. James met the gray eyes of the woman seated beside him.

“Ahh, nothin’ Em,” he replied with a lazier grin. “Just reminiscing.”

Emily Clearwater was his best friend and significant other: she was one of if not the first major change in his life all those years ago. When he’d been a boy of fifteen and she a girl near-about that age—her Time Lord DNA made it difficult to tell. It worked out though, he mused, because he too aged at a slower rate. They’d been through hell and back, he and Emily had: sometimes hand in hand, others with teeth bared and bleeding hearts. Here they were now about to start a family.

Warmth filled James’ yellow eyes—eyes like his mother’s, but only the pupils—and he shuffled up just slightly.

“Reminiscing?” Emily echoed as he wove an arm around her shoulder. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you use that word.” She laughed as she spoke, a warm, hearty sound. He couldn’t help but echo it.

“Oh yeah?” James asked, kissing the crown of her auburn hair. “This mean I get some kinda prize?”

“Oi!” A loud and deliberately obnoxious voice belonging to the Doctor cut in. 

“Whatever you’re gonna give ‘im you give in your own private quarters. ‘s nothin’ anyone here wants to see.” The elder Time Lord waved his hand at the two in what looked like a scolding motion. James fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was unable, however, to fight off a blush and by the way Emily’s skin warmed up beneath his chin she’d apparently failed as well.

“Shite dad,” she grumbled and James was very sure he heard an eye roll in there. “We aren’t kids anymore.” Emily slid a hand over her baby bump. At four months, she was just starting to show. “Are you gonna keep the lectures up once the baby’s born?”

The Doctor scowled and leaned forward in the loveseat he currently occupied. 

“I will if you two can’t keep your hands off each other.”

“Seriously, Doc?” James jumped in. He had, in the last decade, managed to score good graces with the older (way way older) Time Lord but that didn’t mean they always saw eye to eye. James placed his hand over Emily’s before continuing. “You don’t think we’d actually—“

“Okay that’s enough of that.” Announced the unmistakable voice of Raven Darkholme. All heads turned as she entered the room, a tray of finger foods balanced in each hand. Haha, James thought and while it was juvenile he couldn’t help himself: mom to the rescue.

“Need help, love?” Asked the Doctor, grabbing the arm rests as if prepared to stand. Raven shook her head: James didn’t miss the slant in her scaly brow.

“You stay put, Mister.” She said, crossing into the center of the room. An oval coffee table with a protective glass top sat there and it was on this glass she at last set down the trays. It was then James noticed she’d dressed up slightly for the evening: nothing flashy but the dark collared shirt and skirt combo (with accessories) were a step above her usual attire. Weird. Not necessarily a bad weird; it was New Year’s eve after all. They’d all gone the extra mile in one way or another. Himself more a half than the full but hey, he was among family. If combed hair and a button-down with jeans didn’t fly, why bother staying in? There were more than a few places around accepting that kind of attire. If James wanted to, he could spend a casual night in a smoke-filled bar, entertaining strangers who gawked at his eyes and marveled at his ‘magic tricks.’ Maybe in another life he did just that. The current James, however, would much rather his present company. He fit right in among the mutants and aliens. A soft laugh dropped from his lips and this caught Emily’s attention.

“What are you smirking about?” She asked, a bemused look on her face.

“Hm? Ah nothing. Nothing important.” Emily poked his shoulder. “Come on, you already used that one tonight. Tell me.” James‘ eyebrow stayed put but his smile widened.

“Fine,” he said. “I was thinkin’ how cute you look with your nose all wrinkled.”

“You were not.” Emily said, a touch of color in her cheeks again. She laughed as well now, a laugh she hastened to muffle behind her hand, lest (he guessed) she subject herself to more paternal embarrassment. The Doctor however no longer seemed interested in monitoring their PDA: attention refocused almost solely on Raven. It used to bother James and Emily both—wasn’t there some kind of rule against courting your son’s-girlfriend’s-father? (Or your daughter’s-boyfriend’s-mother?) Ten years really made a world of difference.

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Asked the Doctor again when Raven returned to the door. She paused, arms crossed beneath her breasts.

“No. Thank you. I’m just waiting on the boys.”

“Oh yeah?” James chimed in, peering over Emily’s head. “Who’d you rope into helping this time?”

Now it was Raven raising a brow. And people assumed he’d inherited that trait from his father. “Why? Looking for a stand-in while you go crusading across the galaxy?”

Way to play left field there. James blinked, temporarily at a loss for words. If the surrounding silence was any indication, he wasn’t the only one. 

“Wh—no.” He sputtered. “I was just—“ and then he caught the smile playing on her lips. That victorious maternal smile when she knew she’d gotten through to him. “...sorry, mom. Wasn’t fair to leave you alone with the holiday stuff.”

“No it wasn’t,” Raven agreed. She paused, yellow eyes roving from what looked like face to face. “Lucky for you all,” she went on suddenly. “I wasn’t alone.” 

Raven looked to the doorway again. “Logan! You said you were right behind me.”

”I am right behind ya,” came the graveled growl of a one Logan Howlett. James ducked his head as the burly Canadian entered the room. The grin he wore would’ve all-too-easily caught Logan’s eye. Was he too old to call his mom a super-hero? Because damn, the way she commanded their rambunctious rag-tag family suggested nothing less.

“Put the bottles over there,” Raven said, nodding to the coffee table and when she did James noticed he was in fact carrying dark glass bottles. At a glance they all looked like champagne, but that was a lesson James didn’t need relearning: since he could remember, or at least for as long as they’d been close, sparkling cider—the kind free of alcohol—was included for the celebration. This year was no exception and thank goodness for it: he might’ve long since reached drinking age but champagne did no good for a mom-to-be. Half Time Lord or not, they’d agreed to play it safe. Besides, his father didn’t drink either.

Speaking of my dad, where is he? James sat up straighter, clearing his view of the doorway. No sooner did he then in limped Charles Xavier, his dad and apparently another extra set of hands. The older man carried with him several champagne glasses. Okay, that was new. Charles slowed as he crossed through the doorway, glancing shyly at Raven as though waiting for instruction. James’ parents had made as much peace with one another as they could but seeing them work together, when had that started? Or had it already and he in his ‘crusading ’ simply missed it?

“On the table, Charles,” said Raven gently and the elder Xavier bobbed his head. James tried his best not to stare. Charles had gradually emerged from his frightened shell since coming home but guilt and self-loathing, these took longer to overcome. Was ten years the time needed to heal all that? To heal the pain between his parents? James felt a finger that wasn’t his push his chin up. He took the hint, closing his mouth.

‘Thanks for that,’ he told Emily telepathically. He felt that same hand slide across his arm.

‘You’re welcome.’

The last two members of their family—Hank McCoy and Alex Summers—entered soon after. Alex almost immediately on Charles’ heels with the rest of the glasses in tow and Hank a little while later with a pretty but very athletic-looking woman James didn’t recognize.

“Hope it’s alright.” He said to Raven. She smiled, patting his shoulder.

“Of course it is, Hank. You don’t have to ask.” She slipped around him as he led his date towards them, closing the living room door. There was a sense of accomplishment in that, James felt it from his seat: a satisfied finality that now, together at last, they could ring in the new year.

‘All set mom?’ James asked, using his powers again. She looked over at him and though she said nothing at first, she didn’t need to: her eyes spoke volumes by themselves.

‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘I’m all set, James.’ Then she joined the group right as Logan turned the TV on. Dick Clark’s face materialized before them, preparing for the Count Down as he always did. Some things never changed. For the most part though...for the most part they did and, James decided, watching his family interact, those changes often came for the better.

See you later, ‘87. Can’t wait to see what’s gearing up in 1988.

[stories-by-shanna-p]

Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge 2019

I did a similar challenge last year and it went amazingly! So, I decided to do another one this year. Perhaps I will make it an annual thing? We shall see! ^^ 

This challenge is exactly as it sounds, it is a daily writing challenge. Each day, I will post a prompt for those who sign up for the challenge, and it is the goal of each participating writer to write a story for that prompt. It is the goal that by the last day of the challenge, writers will have a story for EACH story prompt for the month of May! Last year, the prompts contained a quote, song, genre, line of text, etc, but this year, I have created some different ones to really get you thinking and writing different aspects of your character! :D  

If you are feeling inspired, see the rules below on how to enter the writing challenge as well as how to participate, as they both have some information in them you will want to note going forward.  I will note, only one writer will get a certain character, no duplicates.  So you get that character all to yourself for the challenge!

I am doing sign-ups a month in advance for people to think about which characters they would like, as well as to give everyone a heads up, and I may do some early bonus prompts! :D  Be sure to read below for the details! I hope you will consider joining in! This is a great way to dive into a character, get to know them, or even have fun with a character you aren’t as familiar with! 

Remember: Prompts will begin on May 1st and end on May 31st!  The Master Post with all the stories and authors tagged will be posted June 1st! 

Rules:

Each writer will chose a character from one of the following fandoms: Supernatural, Hobbit/LOTR, Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, TMNT, Marvel, or Detroit: Become Human. This character must be the main subject of each writing prompt in some way. I hope this will allow writers to dive in and really get into one of their favorite characters. 

Once a character is chosen by a writer, it CAN NOT be chosen by another. 

Each story post must contain the tag #Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge as well as tagging me, so I can read and reblog! 

Remember, you will have ONE CHARACTER assigned to you, and that character must be the main one in your stories. You are welcome to use any format, xreader xOC ships, any such things, but stick to your character. Of course, you will use other characters, but make sure your main focus is the one you selected. 

If you decide you you don’t want to participate after the challenge has started, just shoot me a message. I understand things happen and writing has to sit on the back burner, so don’t fret if this happens. I will still include the stories you did write on the Master Post! :D 

How to Enter/How to Participate:

All entries must be submitted via ASK. 

When you submit your entry, please identify the character you would like  and the blog username you will be posting under. It is important to identify this as I will tag writers in the daily prompt post each morning. 

I would recommend, as it would help the sign-ups go much more smoothly, to list your top 3-5 characters you would like to write for. This way, if your first option is already selected I can assign the next available one to you! As it is a first come, first choice availability, this will help things run much smoother. 

Each morning of the month, I will post a new prompt and tag you in that post.  You then can write a story using that prompt.  

Each writer needs to upkeep their own Challenge Master Post. Last year, I had massive linking issues with the number of stories, so I am asking that each writer make their own master post for the challenge. I am happy to show people how to do this. What this means is that when you post a new story, you will add it to your Master Post. I will then link that Master Post on the challenge Master Post that will be sent out on June 1st. That way, hopefully, we can get all the writers on one post this time!!! (Instead of the 5 or 6 it took last time XD) 

With that in mind, as soon as you make your Master Post for the challenge, please be sure to send it to me so I can link it! :D 

You don’t need to worry about posting EVERY SINGLE DAY, as long as you post all the stories before the end of the month, you can “win” the challenge! 

As I know it can be a challenge to post each day, so I am offering a special reward for those who participate in the challenge AND post all of their 31 stories in the month of May.  If you accomplish this task, when the challenge is over, I will write and send you (on Tumblr) a letter of thanks and appreciation from the character you wrote for! If you want to see how this worked last time, search #Tale Teller’s Writing Challenge on my blog. Quite a lot of people won last year! 

How to “Win”:

You will “win” the challenge if you are able to submit a story for EACH AND EVERY PROMPT for the month (excluding any bonus prompts). 

IF YOU WIN--You will get a hand written note (from me) as your character, thanking you for your dedication to them for 31 days and all you have done for them. (These will be posted as an image in Tumblr and you will be tagged in that post)

IF YOU DON’T WIN--Your stories will be linked on the master post to be shared with everyone. No worries, no fuss, but that also means no letter :(

I know it sounds crazy, but I hope that more than anything, if you join in, you will have fun and be inspired!!! Happy Writing! 

List of Authors Signed Up: 

Supernatural

@coallivesmatter with Dean Winchester 

@girl-next-door-writes with Sam Winchester 

Harry Potter

@agthoven with Sirius Black

@hanginwithmanerds with Remus Lupin

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss with James Potter

Marvel

@rellasworld with Miles Morales

@specialagentloki with Bucky Barnes

@thepokyone with Loki

@imagines-for-the-unpopular with Sam Wilson 

@lazilymysticalzombie with Tony Stark

@lady-of-lies with Peter Parker

@supernaturallymarvellous with Steve Rogers

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

@soradragon with Leonardo 

Hobbit/LOTR

@i-am-not-the-real-alice with Kili 

@kettsuskinchanger with Bofur 

@emilyymichelle with Dwalin

@deepestfirefun with Thorin

@c-s-stars with Fili

@theincaprincess with Thranduil

@life-is-righteous with Legolas

Star Trek

@thegryffindorbookworm with Leonard McCoy

Star Wars

@silentwanderlustfanfiction with Armitage Hux

Detroit: Become Human

@decadentenemyturtle with Hank