#Just a worried mutant mom friend looking out for her child

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🍳 ( for a hangover after a night of crying in da club )

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It's hard not to wince in sympathy when Dewey groans, clearly still suffering from the aftermath of a heavy hangover. Khare bites her lip to refrain from saying something like asking just how much Dewey had for her to be smelling of a brewery. Clubbing she'd been, from what Khare could make out between slurred words, at that club owned by... she shook her head. That didn't matter, only the here and now and what mattered was that Dewey got something substantial in her belly to soak up the booze flooding her system. "I'll be right back. You just sit tight and we'll see about getting you something solid," Khare said once she'd left Dewey with a glass of water and a slice of buttered bread. It might have been too late to save the other woman from getting hammered but a timely breakfast might help curb the worse of the nausea that had yet to raise it's ugly head and with how light Dewey was, Khare did not relish how rough she had to be feeling right now. It was easy to empathize. She'd been there before, drinking one too many though that had been when she was younger, desperate to fit in with the crowd and friends she'd had at the time. Who was Dewey even partying with? Clearly they weren't here now, only her but maybe when her new friend had sobered up somewhat, she could get some answers. Khare grimaced when she set some bacon aside to fry. American bacon just wasn't the same as British, long overly crispy strips that reminded her way much of recipts and rent bills instead of actual meat. Anyway, this wasn't the time or place to get into what she deemed a 'proper' fry up instead of the disappointments that Americans called their fried breakfasts. A sausage joined the bacon, cooking quickly as a few mushrooms, a spoonful of beans and a slice of tomato was added before an egg was cracked into the pan, all cooked together in one skillet since Khare doubted that Dewey's stomach could handle that much food on a good day let alone after an all-night bender at the club... "There you go, one... continental fried breakfast." Khare said while setting the plate down before her hungover friend. It wasn't a proper Full English by any means but it was salty and greasy enough to kick a hangover to the curb, moreso than a hash brown could at any rate. She frowned, feeling like she'd forgetted something. Maybe she should refill Dewey's glass? Breakfast was almost certainly going to make her want more water.

[mynameisjag]

With Friends Like These

Chapter Two

Notes: DP x X-Men

The Fenton parents mistakes come back in the form of G.I.W working with the Friends of Humanity.

Decided to post this chapter here as it's own with the one on the A03 profile.

He should leave, he should go down to the basement into the portal, grab anyone that is willing to help him and get rid of the place that has his sister prisoner.

He should freeze it over, cold enough that it feels like it burns to touch, ice that sticks to skin, killing nerves, muscles…bury the tundra that beats in his own chest into theirs.

Yet…he continues sitting on the stairs that lead up to their bedrooms, face buried close to his knees and arms wrapped around his head.

Danny can’t leave…not until the men his parents have called are gone.

The hand full of agents in their home rushed in like a stampede, making their own demands, passing the blame around to anyone and everyone that wasn’t them.

His mom and dad are screaming back at them, his father’s loud voice seems to shake the walls with his anger…no one questions it…

One of the men had made their way over to him, another reason he couldn’t just go, someone had their eyes on him.

“Don’t worry your head off lad, we’ll get your sis back, girlie might be smart as a whip but she didn’t get it from no freakish genes, not with the way she pours herself over those books, right?”

If only this man really knew…the one with the “freakish genes” was the one he was talking to.

Danny hates him, hates them…and he feels the worse for it…

“They’ll probably just run some harmless test on her and she’ll be back before dinner, yeah?”

He’s lying, lying to protect what ever connection they’ve made with his parents, lying to protect himself…

“Look it this way, if she does have something, she’ll be taken care of.”

Danny is fourteen, not even a year dead, has traveled through time and space, has fought the worst of himself and tries his best to keep a balance between his worlds.

Danny is fourteen and he wonders what idiot decided to give him responsibility of overwhelming powers. What force would want to bless him, curse him, like this? In a world of heroes, he still finds himself facing things someone his age shouldn’t be up against much less someone his senior.

He is fourteen and he wants to hate the man in front of him as much as he and the others he came in with hate others that are different.

The ghosts that escape the Realms are far different then the ones that haunt the living in the shadows. His head might be down but he can still hear the whispers of those these men have lead to death.

They too are filled with an all encompassing hatred, moments of pain forever tied to these people, of agony of force forfeited life. The lingering essence of death too soon hangs off their shoulders like stained cloaks.

He weeps, the thrum in his chest calls out to a creator that he wishes he was ignorant about, he keeps his head down, the coldness of his tears still flowing and numbing his cheeks.

There is a hand on his back, quick little pats that are supposed to be comforting instead leave the feeling of prickly bug legs squirming under his skin, “Ah, lad, they did say ya was abit of a soft heart, bet all this talk about spooks and mutants got ya feeling all worked up.”

The man continues to linger, awkward in the way one doesn’t know what to do with a distressed child, before finally just leaving the teen on the stairs and heading back down to rejoin the others.

Danny can hear him whispering to one of the suits, they think he is too timid to know anything, that he’s heart condition renders him unlikely to get possessed because of the strain and that any powers he had would have been activated by now.

The G.I.W has taken him running off to transform as a kid that is terrified of the world around him and they probably want to use that because that is what they do. They use ignorance and fear to grow their ranks and spread their own fear and hate.

His parents are the same.

Not quick enough, they finally leave, pushed out by his Dad, rage thick enough that even base humans would be able to choke on it, his mother’s fury, just as strong but quieter as she joins Danny an the stairs.

She curls around him, whispering about how they will get Jazz back, they’ll figure this whole mess out and everything will go back to normal.

Normal hasn’t existed for him awhile now and what ever thin line his family had been balance on has finally broken. There is no going back to the false mask they had put on as a ‘happy family’.

The barrier has snapped, something finally gave and the one that is currently paying the price his older sister.

He wants rage, wants to fling his mothers poor attempts of comfort away from him and show them, those men, everyone what his anger brings.

…but he can’t…he can’t because he knows it will just make things worse if he rushes fool heartily in…this is not a singular enemy to beat and what ever moves and actions he takes will effect the future and it’s balance in permanent consequences that could potentially spell out a terrible future for…everyone…

Danny weeps, the slow dissipation of the agents haunted ghosts and their furious whispers echo, his mother’s empty words holding nothing that could help him and his father’s smothering rage lingers even as the man himself is now downstairs in the basement.

He weeps, he hides he brightened blue eyes that swirl with color green, he pushes down his anger in attempt to be able to think and he wishes that he was able to hate those responsible for everything guilt free…

Mostly he doesn’t want the feeling to consume him like it has everything else in his life…he doesn’t want to become his parents…

So he let’s his mother find her own comfort in trying to encourage him while he takes a moment to mourn…he can only afford this moment.

They don’t notice the storm outside, the clouds gathering, spinning slowly, darkening, the air becoming icy, snow already gathering on the outskirts of town…someone else notices though…

Pure white eyes watch the weather above, a frown on her lips before she raises her hand and dissipates the incoming danger, as though she did a simple clean swipe of the air. The sun shining once again, warming the area quickly, she turns her attention to her companion.

He crouches over one of the rapidly disappearing snow piles that had just started to form, eyeing a half form deer skull made of ice that was already melting away. It seemed to have been emerging from the snow itself, forming out of the coldness…

It’s teeth were wrong though…meant more for tearing apart flesh then the what a deer’s usual diet is.

It melts into slosh, slipping between his fingers, thicker then water…feeling more like the spill of fresh blood…it seeps back into the ground.

They glance at each other and without speaking, move forward into the town.

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Chapter 1 falling down

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Okay so before I get into this this is an AU created by @moshispace I had offered to write the story for them and they agreed but most of the credit is for them since they came up with this amazing AU , I’m just the writer the only thing I own and will be doing is the art for the story ( reader as Alice in picture above). So this is a yandere ROTTMNT ( rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles)AU Alice in wonderland and you can check out @moshispace to see more on how they describe it .this is going to be a mix of the live action and animated movie.also I’m going with the reader having they /she/her pronouns please don’t attack me ₍^ ܸ. . .ܸ ྀི^₎ʃ

Okay enough yapping from me . WARNING: this story will have yandere tendencies if you are uncomfortable with that topic please don’t read, there will also be some dark themes so please be aware. There will also be some slight bad language

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As a child reader always had an odd imagination

but they always had amazing ideas her father

was always encouraging them to keep going with

their ideas ,reader always told her father about

her ‘friends’ and how they had odd but amazing

and crazy adventures ,always mentioning the

snapping turtle with a pocket watch and a trench

coat who led them to the entrance to

the adventure with the others ,at first readers

father was worried that there was an actual

dangerous snapping turtle but after observing for

30 minutes he knew that no snapping turtle was

there because they didn’t have or live near a

pond .

As the years passed reader grew turning 8 and

their adventures grew more less frequent , they

Had just stopped playing outside and started to

Get more interested in painting and spend their

Time in their room painting out unique

landscapes that have never been seen before they

seemed so wonderland like it was odd .

( not me having to do math to get the years right on readers age ㅠ ㅅ ㅠ ♡)

Though readers father adored the art that they

had made it was just as unique as there odd

personality .

more years passed by and reader eventually

became a beautiful young woman turning 20 ,one

day readers friend sunita had came over offering

to go to the flower field by the river just to read

And hang out ,reader had agreed thinking it

would be fun, they had told their father and

headed out with sunita.

After 10 minutes we had finally made it to the

flower field we had finally settled down in a nice

spot, sunita had been peacefully reading her book

that she had brought while I had been working on

a flower crown , After I Finish, The Flower, Crown I

Realized that sunita fell asleep I smiled softly as I

gently placed the flower crown on her head, I then

heard a ticking sound ,a sound of which a clock

makes , it felt so familiar I got up, stretching as I

look around, not hearing anything. I shrug as I

was going to wake. Sunita to go home, but then I

heard it again the soft ticking .

I looked and walked around to see if I would hear

it again not even a second later I heard it again it

was coming from the forest. It wasn’t like a scary

force, though it was just the one that always had

the usual river that people will go to have a picnic.

Sometimes I remember my dad and I used to go

sometimes when my mom was alive.  as the

sound kept ticking I decided to investigate and

see because there couldn’t just be a random

clock in the forest. 

I had inside the forest looking around. It seemed

like the tick kept getting farther and farther away

or that’s what I thought until it stopped. I walked

around confused before I felt something, grabbed

my ankle and tug as I screamed in shock as I trip

and fell. 

I looked down as I fell. It seems like I was falling

into a hole, except there was stuff my adrenaline

was rising. I couldn’t really focus on what I saw

but my falling didn’t last too long as I fell to the

floor. 

I grunt softly in pain as I lay on the ground for a

few seconds before slowly sit up extremely

confused I then slowly stood up as I then looked

up seeing the place I felt from I then began to see

my surroundings as I saw a small door I crouched

down on my knees as I tried to open the door but

as I twisted the doorknob I realized it was locked i

sigh as I looked around as I then saw a glass table

that had a key and a small glass bottle that had a

note tied to it saying ’ drink me ‘ and a small little

cookie that said ‘ eat me ‘ .

I then paused as I then felt like I was

hearing whispers. I turned around and looked to

see my surroundings.’nothing.’ I thought to myself

as I grabbed the little bottle and little cookie. 

I then took a sip of the bottle I grimaced slightly

from the bitter sweet taste ,but then I felt my

stomach twist as I then realized I was shrinking I

let out a small gasp, confusion as I look at myself

I then realize my clothes did not fit as I grabbed a

pice of fabric to look like it would fit and tied it

together. I was happy with my work as I got out

from under the big piece of clothing that I shrank

out of . I realize then that i left the key on the table

i sigh as i then realized i dropped the cookie i then

scurried to it as took a bite it was surprisingly very

good but then i dropped the cookie as I felt

myself grow, as i grew to the ceiling i grunted as i

carefully, picked up the key, I then grabbed the

tiny bottle drinking the last of it I went a little as

the taste was still very bitter. I then shrink down

to tiny again, thankfully I had the key now and I

was the right size enough to fit through the Door .

I then put the key in the door and unlocked it. The

door creeped open as it showed as somewhat

cloudy sky, but it was still blue and a garden like

landscape I then walked through after taking a

few steps. I hear the door creaking close behind

me. As I walked down the stone steps with the

Mossy greenness on the steps a few odd

insects pass by I looked around confused, there

was odd large flowers odd insects I didn’t

understand what was happening, but it all felt so

familiar deep down.

As I turned around for a moment walking

backwards through an overgrown plant stone

Entrance “ this is all so odd but so …familiar “ I said to myself

“ see i told you it was her!”

I jumped in shock as I then heard a voice I then

quickly turned around as my eyes widened in

absolute shock

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Okay so hopefully this was good and i really hope you all liked it especially the original person I offered to write it for but other than that, I hope you all have a good day or night or even afternoon. I’ll see you later. 

[practically-an-x-man]

2, 3, 9, 10, 15, 16, 23 for Ophelia, Rae, and Jasper?

Ooooh thank you so much!!

OC Ask Game Time

2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

Ophelia: Probably not. She's never really been interested in becoming a parent.

Rae: Yes! She'll have a daughter named April and a son named August

Jasper: I'm not sure. It's not really on their plan at the moment, but I could see them and Kyle potentially adopting children further down the line.

3) When is your OC’s birthday or what is their zodiac sign if you haven’t picked a date yet? Answer both if you wish.

Ophelia: November 13th

Rae: December 6th

Jasper: October 30th

I don't really do zodiac signs so I wouldn't go looking for any significance there, I really just picked the dates at random save for intentionally making Jasper's the day before Halloween

9) What is your OC’s greatest wish/dream/goals?

Ophelia: She wants to feel like she's accomplished something meaningful in her life, and made her family proud

Rae: She wants to find happiness and safety without having to compromise the things or people she loves

Jasper: They want to help people, above all else.

10) Does your OC have a family tree? Who are their immediate and extended family if you created ones?

Ophelia: She doesn't have an extensive family tree - she's an only child, and isn't in contact with much of her extended family save for her father's mom (her Nonna). Neither side of her family particularly likes the other (her mom's parents always thought she could do better than a struggling scientist and didn't approve of his background, and her dad's parents were neglectful and abusive and he effectively jumped ship from that as soon as he could), so her immediate family really became its own little bubble. She definitely found a family in her father's friends and colleagues, though!

Rae: I haven't drawn it out into a tree, but she does have a very big family. She has two sisters, Jess and Ginny. Jess is married to a man named Harrison and has a son named Andrew, Ginny is currently single and working her way through uni. She's also got a lot of cousins and extended family members back in her hometown of Lochcarron, and sees them every year at a big New Year's Day reunion. Her dad's line of the family goes back in Lochcarron a long way - stemming from twin feral mutants who helped build most of the town with their bare hands when it was first created as a mutant settlement. Her mom's side of the family is originally from Edinburgh, though her grandmother divorced her first husband and fled to Lochcarron where she met Rae's grandfather. Her parents both grew up in town, only a few streets down from each other.

Jasper: I don't have a huge family tree for Jasper either, just a few threads. Their father's name is John Abraham Wilson, and he's one of five children. Jasper's mother Carmine doesn't talk about her family much - Jasper has heard vaguely of an aunt on that side, but they've been estranged since Carmine was in college so Jasper doesn't know much of anything about her. They grew up in close contact with their dad's siblings and all their cousins on that side of the family, but their mom's side of the family is still a big blank patch.

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love?

Ophelia: Oh, she's a hopeless romantic. She's had a lot of past relationships and loved just about all of them, and it's usually ended in some form of tragedy for her. It's led her to worry her relationship with Peter will somehow fall apart like the rest, though she knows that's largely irrational.

Rae: Hm... bit of both? She's dated before, and some of those relationships got pretty serious, but what she has with Warren is on a whole different level. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I think she thought she'd fallen in love before, but it pales in comparison to what she feels for Warren and she didn't realize that until she met him.

Jasper: Kyle is their first love! They'd gone on a few dates here and there before him, but he's their first serious relationship and they fell hard.

16) Does your OC enjoy school or no? Did they get any education?

Ophelia: I'd say she enjoyed learning but didn't enjoy school. For one thing, she was an awkward, tall and curvy Jewish girl, and that definitely led to her being picked on a bit in grade school. And for another, it was hard to find a class that really challenged her, so school as a whole was just boring. As far as education, she has a Bachelor's in Medicine, and both a Master's and PhD in Biomedical Engineering.

Rae: She actually struggled a bit in school. She loved her foreign language classes and could have easily spent all her schooling just doing that, but when it came to other subjects, she just couldn't focus. Sometimes she'd even fall asleep in class, though that was mainly because her insomnia kept her up too late the night before. It was a very mixed bag for her. As far as education, she has a Master's in Foreign Language and has studied a whole host of various world languages.

Jasper: As a whole, they really did enjoy school. They struggled sometimes with particular teachers, classes, or issues with other classmates, but school as a whole was never an issue for them. As far as education, they got a degree in nursing and ended becoming an ER trauma nurse.

23) Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith?

Ophelia: Yep! She was raised Jewish, and tries to subscribe to as many of those tenets as she can. She struggles with observing the Shabbat (since her life is so bound up with technology and she struggles to step away from her work), and doesn't feel like her tattoo should be considered "self-mutilation", but aside from that she sticks with as many of the traditions and practices as she can. Her faith was actually one of the things that helped her through the rough patches in her life.

Rae: She was raised vaguely Protestant and probably does believe in a generally Christian God, but she's not strongly religious and neither is the rest of her family.

Jasper: Not really religious or spiritual at all, save for keeping up few old Cajun superstitions they were raised into.

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Round 1A OC info cards: Paris

Information: “When Draxom came up with his idea to create mutant warriors using turtles and the DNA of Lou Jitsu. Big Mama allowed what if though to cloud her head, “what if I could have a warrior as strong as Lou Jitsu for my Battle Nexus?” And “What if I could have my own turtleyboo to raise as my own. So she decided to make a deal with Draxom, she would give him Lou Jitsu from her Battle Nexus in exchange for enough mutagen to create her own mutant turtle. Draxom agreed mainly because he wanted her to leave him alone and not put up a fuss about him taking Lou Jitsu. Back at the Nexus Hotel, Big Mama used the DNA of her second best fighter in her Battle Nexus and a baby Kemp’s Ridley Sea turtle to create her very own mutant. She finds that her turtle was a girl and named her Paris based on her favorite old renaissance painting. She originally planned to create Paris with the intention for her to become a warrior who’s only purpose is to fight in her Battle Nexus, but Big Mama fell in love with her at first sight and decided to raise Paris as her child. She trained Paris in martial arts and found her a sparring partner and still treated her like a kid. When Paris got older she was interested in dance and gymnastics so Big Mama let her do it because it would make her happy and would make her fighting style a little more unique and spontaneous. Big Mama loved Paris, and Paris loved Big Mama. 

One day Paris was watching some hotel footage hoping to see some guests doing embarrassing things but instead she sees a video of four mutants turtles like her trying to catch some bugs that where loose in the hotel. As she is watching is, laughing at how terrible they are at actually catching the bugs, she sees Donatello and her heart skips a beat. Was this what people called having a crush?! She was in love. She loved how cool he looked and how smart he was and she loved doing normal teen girl stuff and fan Girling about her new crush. She new that she had to meet this guy. She ranted to her mom about how she is in love with the turtle she was in the video and Big Mama didn’t really she a problem with her having a crush on one of Draxoms lost experiment seeing as they were made from different DNA and species, they aren’t related so she didn’t care. Big Mama was just excited that Paris was excited about something that wasn’t dancing or defending her title as the Battle Nexus Champion. 

Paris has a bad habit of getting in danger that she has to fight her way out of or even just get out of from pure luck. She is a mutant so she already has to deal with people trying to catch her to figure out what she is but she is also a rare turtle breed and has to worry about poachers. She is constantly in danger when she is in the open.

She ends up meeting the other turtles in one of these, pure luck situations. One day she decides go out for a walk since the hotel can get cramped sometimes, but some poachers snuck up on her and shot her the leg causing her to fall off the building she was on and loose consciousness. When she woke up she was in a cage on a boat that was about to leave New York. Man poachers just can’t fight fair. She was ready to give up hope, she can’t break through mental bars after all and she new that they must have another sneaky trick for when they decided to take her out of the cage. It was hopeless, until she heard some familiar voices. It was the turtle that she has been hoping to run in to! Just not like this. They apparently heard that some suspicious people were hanging around the docks and decided to check it out, lucky for her. They got her out of the cage and took her back to there lair so that they could patch up her leg sense she was bleeding a lot. Paris introduced herself and became friends with the turtles, and from that day forward she hangs out with them when she has nothing better to do.”

Creator: @angelcorpse230

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Rise TMNT Mimi sketch ref

Before I go on I want to mention I've never seen Rise of TMNT, I want to but I got stuff I need to work on & it's going to be a show I can't exactly put in the background. I've been reading/looking at fanwork here & there when I've had the chance so I semi know what's going on.

Mimi is a Donnie fankid, while I imagine him to be the mom you can just say he made her via cloning if you want. She looks a lot like Donnie not only due to being his kid but because I want to avoid ships but you can imagine whoever I guess. Outside of ships I guess you could say Raph has taken up the father role in a "brother helping his single parent sibling out" kind of way, this is kinda cause I like 2003 Raph & Donnie interacting(I say this cause I was raised on the 2003 series & it's the only one I've seen) & I really like how Raph has been portrayed in Rise in fics. I guess you could say Mimi's redish purple colored mask comes from the fact she's not only Donnie's kid but the bond she has with uncle Raph. She has a star theme(star charm attached to her head, starry headphones, star on her mask) due to Mikey sewing a star to the side of her mask because of a star mark she had on the side of her eye since she was born/hatched, occasionally Mikey helps her paint eyes & stars on her stuff. It'd be funny if I made her a twin(since Donnie is a disaster twin) but I don't really have ideas for other kids.(I use to have an OC meant to be a kid for Donnie but that was 2003 Donnie & even then he's an adopted mutant sea turtle child)

Mimi is an often fairly quiet person, while she talks it's usually around people she feels comfortable with like friends & family though sometimes she'll talk when needed. Her hobbies are listening to music, dancing, tinkering with stuff on occasion & people watching. Mimi has been learning to be an inventor/whatever Donnie is up to with the help of Donnie who is doing his best to help her. Donnie despite his confidences about many things when it comes to his daughter has always been worried, she's his first kid & though he's tried to prepare at some point she always makes he worry if he know what he's doing especially while learning to deal with her quiet & at times reserved nature. With time/practice & help from family he's been able to come to terms with his worries & get the hang of raising his little girl though in a closet somewhere he has stuff he's built for just in case for when she needs it in the future like her own battle shell. The ends of her mask are a bit long because she likes to mess with them like they're hair which comes from Donnie enjoying dressing her up & making the ends of her mask into hairdos when she was younger.

I originally had this split into 3 parts but I mentioned stuff for the kid section so I'll just describe how things go between the krang apocalypse future Casey Jr came from & what the future might be after preventing the Krang apocalypse from happening. In all honesty I have no idea when Donnie had her past when he was obviously an adult so I dunno what I'm doing but I feel she's around Casey Jr's age.

Casey Jr's time:

Mimi was kept close to Donnie's location at all times when she was younger, with the dangers the krang invasion brought he didn't want her out of his sight when she was old enough to start walking though with luck his family helps keep an eye on her when he's unable to due to his work. Raph seems to be the one she likes being around the most though she enjoys time with the others as well especially Mikey who has been teaching her different forms of dancing in his free time. It's unknown what happened to her around the time that Leo & Mikey sent Casey to the past, it's likely she died at some point, all that's known is that she outlived Donnie & worked/trained along side Casey Jr up until her unknown fate. She considered Casey her cousin due to him being trained by Leo along with how close they were. Donnie left a lot of things behind for her which have become very useful, while she knows how to tinker like Donnie she's nowhere close to being able to work on some of his later unfinished work which upsets her as she knows it could possibly help in their mission to stop the krang, she tries her best to figure thing out with the notes/journals left behind. Despite this she's been able to build/repair stuff that still comes in handy & has been repairing/upgrading her headphones which are a memory of better times & a comfort to her thanks to still being able to play music. When Leo tied Donnie & later Raph's masks to his sword Mimi took some parts of them to make a choker to wear as a memory of her mother & uncle.

Better future/new timeline:

With the krang apocalypse avoided Donnie was able to raise Mimi in a better time however not only is he a worried first time parent but some past events(especially what happened in the Rise movie) has made Donnie worried about if the future was safe for his daughter. Regardless he has his team/family to back him up plus a bunch of equipment he's hid somewhere for later.(Which includes a battle shell with star stickers she put on it as a baby, she now wears said battle shell now that she's old enough to fit it) Mimi trains with her family & goes out on missions, the training is being done at a more calmer pace since they don't need to hurry but they'll work on it as time goes on since she needs to be prepared(I dunno how to word this), in her free time she's hanging out with Raph & Donnie, learning to dance with Mikey, watching movies with her grandpa & or uncle Leo or just out dancing at some hangout she found. In the back of her mind she knows something bad should have happened but was stopped, it comes to mind occasionally but she knows that everything is ok now.

This is the original sketch meant to be Mimi's sketch ref, I didn't really like how one design looked so I adjusted things & made a new one. Thought I'd show how the old one looked at the bottom of the post.

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Transformers Fic prompts based on supernatural quotes

send me things in my asks (instructions at bottom of post) and I’ll write 150-500 words for you

Freedom is a rope, god wants you to hang yourself with it

Maybe I can be saved

What’s an angel without its wings

Nipples?

Fight the fairies!

Are you god?

[carrier]’s not a “thing”

You used to read to me when I was little

I’m not clean

You don’t get to be sorry!

We’re the ones you should be afraid of

You’re nothing to me

I will hunt you down and kill you

The [bot] with the [unmaker’s] blood

Nothing is worth loosing you

There is reason to hope

I got out or I thought I got out but then my family needed me and this is my life

I’m not scared of angels

I’ve been tortured by the [unmaker] himself

We have all heard of you, the prodigy. The boy king.

I just wanted you to be a kid a little while longer

There is so much evil in the world I feel like I could drown in it

This time it will be final

I’m angry. I’m mad at everything.

This isn’t your memory

Well then I ain’t gonna let him die alone

The fish have begun to anticipate me

Family don’t end with blood, boy.

For some, it’s God’s throne room. For others, it’s Eden. You two, I believe it’s the Cleveland Botanical Garden

You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch!

Well come on. You a wimp?

I want a family, I want to be safe

I will never be powerless again

I truly cannot imagine the depth of your loss. This was your child. I can’t imagine the pain.

I thought they were perfect, but they were monsters

They were never alone

You say thank you. You say your sorry. You hope they are in a place without sadness or pain. You hope they are somewhere better. You say good bye

Since when is life about getting what you want?

My mom was my hero

I will miss her everyday of my life but she would not want this

No matter how good they are they always end up the same way

You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised like I was.

That wasn’t fair and I couldn’t do it

I hate you and I love you. I forgive you

He’s a [pick what you want here*] he’s already cursed

Who do I have to kill to get some fries around here?

The king is dead long live the queen

But love is a weakness and I will never be weak again

I did not belong there! I was a freak

I can’t walk, I can’t fight, but I can do something

[insert what you want here*] are never kids, I never was

I’d tell you [bots] to stay out of trouble but what’s the point?

I’m kind of good, which sucks

You think this is righteous? What you’re feeling, it’s called doubt.

But I was raised on Tolkien* man where is all this?

But between you and me I’m a little worried about him

Well you’ve always got little old me

“No keggers” “I don’t have any friends.”

Good god! Never trust anyone!

Now tell me does the punishment fit the crime?

I’m an angel, you ass

I’ll integrate the cat

It always had to be you

My heart breaks for you

I just want it to be over

No. You made them to create lesser beings; to make you large, to make you lord!

Don’t you get it, heaven*, hell, this world. If it ever had a meaning that moment is past.

No one gives us the right, we take it

Oh I’m loyal, to them, to people.

You have no idea what I care about

I was a son, a brother, like you

Where do I even start to look for forgiveness?

Only humans* can feel real joy but also such profound pain

No one makes us do anything

I like… cocaine*

It was night and now it’s day

Accidents don’t happen accidentally

A testament to my unending mercy

We might as well blow coke* and jump on the bed

Teenage mutant ninja angel*

This isn’t her story! it’s mine!

I am being, she is nothingness

I wouldn’t expect you to understand, you are not a father.

There is nothing special about you, not then, not now.

They made their choice, they chose family

I’m old. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.

Nothing lasts forever, well I do.

I loved you, brother

The word’s most evil skank and and a deadbeat god

Perfect like a marble statue. Cold. No choice, only obedience.

“There is no wrath! No [fill in what you want*]!” “But there’s still me!”

Fallen in every way imaginable

“I’m sorry,” “no you’re not, you don’t even know the feeling”

I was stationed in earth for 2000 years, just watching silent, invisible

The thing inside of you is unholy, it’s an abomination

There’s loyalty, forgiveness, love…

The father you love, you think this is what he wants?

No. I’m sorry. It’s time to think for yourself.

Let him do what he believes is right

If I didn’t hate you, I would love you

The fact remains I do not, will not, and have not ever loved anything ever

I’d wish you’d come with us

“Tell me why you abandoned me? Us?” “Because you disappoint me”

I understand the three beans but what’s the surprise?

I want my wife* back. Oh god, I want her back.

A mother always defends her children

A mother would never abandon her children

I lost my shoe

Hey assbutt!

Balls!

Gay love can pierce the veil of death and save the day (I FUCKING WISH this wasn’t a cannon line in that show)

Go be gay for that poor dead intern!

I was drunk it was Comic-Con

He’s our kid

I’m busy you son of a bitch*, this better be important!

You’re not a talking dog

The killer stuffed dinosaur in love

Why do you keep talking about my shoulders?

I’m Batman

I need sleep, I love sleep

There’s no words in this newspaper

Are we about to shoot this teddy bear?

We’re teddy bear Doctors

He shattered my Shatner!*

That’s not holy water by the way

It’s him! It’s doctor sexy!

I tell you one thing, there is no way I’m kissing that damn frog

Of course it’s not UFOs it’s fairies!

Son, you are all kinds of messed up

It was a little glowing hot naked lady with nipples and she hit me

What makes dick so hard to beat?

Did they get to fifth base?

Don’t roofie me and call it romance

If you dig down deep it’s all dick

Dick made more dicks

What like it’s my first tatoo?

Princess Leia in a bikini, straddling a 20 sided die

“So you’re the man going around pretending to be their father*” “well someone ought to be,”

When the tent is a rockin don’t come a knockin!

Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?

After we kill it we can go to disneyland

I hate that thing. I want one.

It doesn't matter what you are, only what you do

My greatest sin is how many times i have let you down

You don’t even look like a real ghost *gets attack with ghostly abilities*

Why do these people assume were gay

Demos i get, people are crazy

No not really, We have guns and we’ll find you

I kill monsters, that's who the hell i am!

“You’re afraid of my mother?” “i think so,”

“When we freaks die, where do we go? Not heaven, not hell…so?” “Lego land?”

I think you pissed off my sandwich

Maybe you should try plan D for dumbass

It’s lizard, it tastes like lizard

Bert and Ernie are gay

It’s called anime and it’s an art form

You’re like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies

I’m not gonna apologize for loving that fish

“It’s like there's light at the end of the tunnel,” “that’s hell fire”

take care of my unicorn

'insane' is kinda what we do

Dude, you were hallucinating sheep on the road

If you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there too?

No drinking, no gambling, no premarital sex

they basically just outlawed 90 percent of your personality

Some people are just born tortured

Guess that’s why we all hold onto life so hard… even the dead. We’re all just scared of the unknown

Rebel a little bit… in a healthy, non-satanic way

Killing things that need killing is kind of our job. Last I checked, taking pleasure in that is not a crime.

Why do I have to be some kind of hero?

We going to fight or make out, ’cause I’m getting some real mixed signals here

I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swingin’

Always knew I’d find the source of all evil at a vegan bakery.

Nobody gets that angry unless they’re talking about their own family

Wow, you get a trophy in Stockholm Syndrome

Of course, you should be afraid of the dark! You know what’s out there!

I lost everything for nothing

Don’t make things needlessly complicated as you humans tend to do

If you’re gonna make an omelet, sometimes you have to break some spines

god has a beard

these kids today, with their texting and murder

stop smelling the dead guy

this isn't wallstreet* this is [instert your choice of evil], and we have a little something called integrity

you breed with the mouth of a goat

*butt naked standing in the middle of a drive through lane* father?

*lady in red playing while slow dancing with an alien looking traumatized*

"what are you stoned?" "generally, yeah"

*cupid crying in the corner* should someone maybe go and talk to him?

congratulations [name] and [name] you are both offically virgins

no one in the history of torture's been tortured with the torture like the torture you'll be tortured with

*looks out into the kitchen* I'm gonna get my gun

I need to know everything you know about sex. go.

do we need a cat? doesn't this place feel one species short

on my car, he showed up naked covered in bees

"why do you just assume im not gonna be helpful?" "because you're a dick-wad" "but i'm your dick-wad"

"is that where I messed up?!?!?!?!??" "Sir this is a radio shed...."

"I can't believe you were going to kill me" "you're a zombie" "I'm a tax payer!"

I shot god

it's about a mime that's secretly a cockroach

is ketchup a vegetable?

"how many times have you torn into my head and washed it clean?" "frankly, too damn many"

do you want me to do the whole airplane thing with the spoon?

"he's not the brightest bulb but he's so...firm" "please stop talking"

so the demons were too polite?

you're gonna do that thing where you just shut the hell up forever

*watches a play about their own traumatic childhood as preformed by catholic middle school girls*

this drink doesn't look so bad *downs the whole thing* *in a strained voice* I was wrong

real men don't drink out of cups this small

I got it at the hot topical

the ones you can't save, you need to forget about them

The internet is more than just naked people. You do know that?

You’re changing the world, and I want to be a part of it.

My people skills are rusty

People Don’t Just Disappear, [name]. Other People Just Stop Looking For Them

We’ve got work to do

We make our own future

Give me the baby before I snap your neck

Just a couple hours ago, I killed Death. I'm pretty much open for anything

So you're having a midlife crisis?

The universe is trying to tell us something we both/all should already know. We're stronger together than apart

We're far from perfect, but we are good

I see light at the end of this tunnel... And if you come with me, I can take you to it

I was nine years old. He was supposed to say, "Don't be afraid of the dark".

Alright it's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane

What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?

Well, they weren't evil people, you know. A lot of them were good, just something happened to 'em. Something they couldn't control

Dude, it was more than a sprain. All right? And it was a friggin' demon, but –

Were you ever nice?

There is not much difference between madness and devotion

I so miss being an atheist

What are you looking at? Still learning all you can about the world?

Nice try but hell no!

So...how you been feeling? On edge? Pent-up? Unfulfilled?

It's not like anyone gave me a handbook on how to be a werewolf

This doesn't make us square. If I see you again…

Our family's not cursed. We just...had our dark spots

If you’re going to have faith, you can’t just have it when miracles happen, you have to have it when they don’t

[name], the only thing you would have ended was your life

You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom

I'm extremely old, I think I'm entitled

[name/names] may be a bit rough around the edges, but they're the best [people] I've ever known. And they're my friends

A [fill in]’s memorial complete with monster. [name] would’ve appreciated that

I learned that from the pizza man

We could have been better Gods

What's in that bottle? Delusion?

There’s a new sheriff in town

Pardon me, but I have spent the last "year" as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent

Once, there was only dark. If you ask me, the light’s winning

People don't come here for the truth, they come for good news

They do know we're brothers, right?

She was the love of my life; how many times do I gotta kill her?

You think I’m a magician? I may be able to read thoughts and sense energies in a room, but I can’t just pull facts out of thin air

If we make it out of here alive, we are so breaking up

That was just a sad, pathetic, cry for attention

I know you can't. And you do too

You love the job

Oh, right, right, I forgot. You were actually into this stuff, weren't you? I mean, you had like a deck of cards and a wand?

Well, get some doughnuts while you're out

Like Greek myth siren? The Odyssey?

He's like a crappy little credit-card-counting criminal prodigy Rain Man

Let me guess. You're lead dog now, but you would just love my full cooperation

You did it. I-I mean, it was a little touch and go there for a while, but you did it

Drifting serial killers do that

There is a demon in you and you're going to your safety school!

Oh my god! These guys are psychopaths!

no matter what shape you’re in, the bottom line is, you’re family

This sad doomed little world, it needs you.

it needs every last [fill in] it can get

Are you under the impression that family is supposed to make you feel good?

We start and end with family

Getting my ass kicked by those Juggalos was therapeutic

Shut up and drink your beer*

You’re going to wipe out a whole town for one little witch.

Sounds like you’re compensating for something

If it’s my last day on earth I don’t want it to be socially awkward

Power doesn’t control you, you control it.

i can’t. I’m dead

it’s shaped like a papaya

The mustache alone…

I got to start carrying paper clips

with the barbarian queen painted on the side

where did he get coconuts?

with three Exclamation points

boob job?

define "semi functioning"

do not use the words ‘hole in the floor’

So we got a goat dude with the name of a pirate

you don’t want to go fighting ghosts without health insurance

from the neck down, is he smooth like a Ken doll?

I mean we do have the son of Satan living down the hall

i’m the stapler queen

you’re mother Theresa with a neck beard

his blood is glittery?

you crap margaritas

mommy the giant is crying

I don’t miss digestion

three days ago I wasn’t even alive

are perp might just be a giant fly with low self-esteem

wands and swords at dawn

Put on some pants

I think I got asthma

three hearts, the two spleens, the seven nipples

I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys

you’re bidding the moon?

what the hell is kale?

they’re unhappy because the rabbit is fake

lots of dudes wear cowboy hats

*just in general you can fill in any human thing like hands with servos and god with primus for transformers

** you can pick to change the pronouns in any quote

***if you have a supernatural quote not on the list you can comment it and I’ll see if I feel comfortable to add it to the list for you to be able to request

Instructions for asks and I will only be doing this via my asks so if you comment I’m not doing it.

I’m not doing OC or reader shipping but cannon characters from different continuities are okay

A) give me the number of the quote so it can be considered completed

B) give me the quote itself with any changes you want to it such as making he into she or replacing god or the devil with primus and unicron

C) what character/characters you want it to focus on

D) which continuity do you want it written in

ii) I’ve seen all of prime, the bay movies, rescue bots, some of rescue bots academy, most of TFA, season 2 and 3 of cyberverse, have a rough of idea of the goings on in the mtmte comics but haven’t gotten in too deep.

E) you can add little head cannons like for example seekers learn to fly by getting yeeted by their creators but nothing that changes the story too much

ii) please keep the number of head cannons to 3 or less

[theorangerangers]

These are real quotes from the show supernatural. Send me a number and I will use the quote to write a power rangers Drabble from it.

Some of the quotes might be slightly off due to me misremembering or having to make minor edits so it’s more fitted to the rangers and their friends than the 15 years of man pain supernatural gave us. Please don’t send me ships. I want a number plus a ranger/group of rangers in my asks. If you reply to this postín the notes I will not write it. I’m only doing asks because that’s easier to organize.

Freedom is a rope, god wants you to hang yourself with it

Maybe I can be saved

What’s an angel without its wings

Nipples?

Fight the fairies!

Are you god?

Mom’s not a “thing”

You used to read to me when I was little

I’m not clean

You don’t get to be sorry!

We’re the ones you should be afraid of

You’re nothing to me

I will hunt you down and kill you

The boy with the demon blood

Nothing is worth loosing you

There is reason to hope

I got out or I thought I got out but then my family needed me and this is my life

I’m not scared of angels

I’ve been tourchered by the devil himself

We have all heard of you, the prodigy. The boy king.

I just wanted you to be a kid a little while longer

There is so much evil in the world I feel like I could drown in it

This time it will be final

I’m angry. I’m mad at everything.

This isn’t your memory

Well then I ain’t gonna let him die alone

The fish have begun to anticipate me

Family don’t end with blood, boy.

For some, it’s God’s throne room. For others, it’s Eden. You two, I believe it’s the Cleveland Botanical Garden

You can go straight back to hell you ugly bitch!

Well come on. You a wimp?

I want a family, I want to be safe

I will never be powerless again

I truly cannot imagine the depth of your loss. This was your child. I can’t imagine the pain.

I thought they were perfect, but they were monsters

They were never alone

You say thank you. You say your sorry. You hope they are in a place without sadness or pain. You hope they are somewhere better. You say good bye

Since when is life about getting what you want?

My mom was my hero

I will miss her everyday of my life but she would not want this

- No matter how good they are they always end up the same way

You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised like I was.

That wasn’t fair and I couldn’t do it

I hate you and I love you. I forgive you

He’s a [ranger] he’s already cursed

Who do I have to kill to get some fries around here?

The king is dead long live the queen

But love is a weakness and I will never be weak again

I did not belong there! I was a freak

I can’t walk, I can’t fight, but I can do something

[rangers] are never kids, I never was

I’d tell you boys to stay out of trouble but what’s the point?

I’m kind of good, which sucks

You think this is righteous? What you’re feeling, it’s called doubt.

But I was raised on Tolkien man where is all this?

But between you and me I’m a little worried about him

Well you’ve always got little old me

“No keggers” “I don’t have any friends.”

Good god! Never trust anyone!

Now tell me does the punishment fit the crime?

I’m an angel, you ass

I’ll integrate the cat

It always had to be you

My heart breaks for you

I just want it to be over

No. You made them to create lesser beings; to make you large, to make you lord!

Don’t you get it, heaven, hell, this world. If it ever had a meaning that moment is past.

No one gives us the right, we take it

Oh I’m loyal, to them, to people.

You have no idea what I care about

I was a son, a brother, like you

Where do I even start to look for forgiveness?

Only humans can feel real joy but also such profound pain

No one makes us do anything

I like… cocaine

It was night and now it’s day

Accidents don’t happen accidentally

A testament to my unending mercy

We might as well blow coke and jump on the bed

Teenage mutant ninja angel

This isn’t her story! it’s mine!

I am being, she is nothingness

I wouldn’t expect you to understand, you are not a father.

There is nothing special about you, not then, not now.

They made their choice, they chose family

I’m old. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.

Nothing lasts forever, well I do.

I loved you, brother

The word’s most evil skank and and a deadbeat god

Perfect like a marble statue. Cold. No choice, only obedience.

“There is no wrath! No [morphin grid]!” “But there’s still me!”

Fallen in every way imaginable

“I’m sorry,” “no you’re not, you don’t even know the feeling”

I was stationed in earth for 2000 years, just watching silent, invisible

The thing inside of you is unholy, it’s an abomination

There’s loyalty, forgiveness, love…

The father you love, you think this is what he wants?

No. I’m sorry. It’s time to think for yourself.

Let him do what he believes is right

If I didn’t hate you, I would love you

The fact remains I do not, will not, and have not ever loved anything ever

Id wish you’d come with us

“Tell me why you abandoned me? Us?” “Because you disappoint me”

I understand the three beans but what’s the surprise?

I want my wife back. Oh god, I want her back.

A mother always defends her children

A mother would never abandon her children

I lost my shoe

Hey assbutt!

Balls!

Gay love can pierce the veil of death and save the day (I FUCKING WISH this wasn’t a cannon line in that show)

Go be gay for that poor dead intern!

I was drunk it was Comic-Con

He’s our kid

I’m busy you son of a bitch, this better be important!

You’re not a talking dog

The killer stuffed dinosaur in love

Why do you keep talking about my shoulders?

I’m Batman

I need sleep, I love sleep

There’s no words in this newspaper

Are we about to shoot this teddy bear?

We’re teddy bear Doctors

He shattered my Shatner!

That’s not holy water by the way

It’s him! It’s doctor sexy!

I tell you one thing, there is no way I’m kissing that damn frog

Of course it’s not UFOs it’s fairies!

Son, you are all kinds of messed up

It was a little glowing hot naked lady with nipples and she hit me

What makes dick so hard to beat?

Did they get to fifth base?

Don’t roofie me and call it romance

If you dig down deep it’s all dick

Dick made more dicks

What like it’s my first tatoo?

Princess Leia in a bikini, straddling a 20 sided die

“So you’re the man going around pretending to be their father” “well someone ought to be,”

When the tent is a rockin don’t come a knockin!

[jadoue1999]

The X-Men and the member they lost (sequel to Wanda and the life she deserved)

Summary: *Important to have read "Wanda and the life she deserved (She'll make sure of it)" at least until chapter 4 or 7 (Though until the end is the best) Sister fic, it goes before, during and after "Wanda and the life she deserved (She'll make sure of it)"* Peter is missing and all they can find is a transmission of a Wanda Maximoff. The team will do what they can to bring their missing member back from whatever this place is. Though someone needs to do the difficult thing and tell Erik that he once again lost his family.

Next parts: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6, chapter 7, chapter 8, 

Chapter 1: Missing

Peter was fiddling with his Walkman, switching between songs, he wasn’t sure what he was in the mood for. He finally settled on a random one, not really caring about his choice. He was thinking way too quickly to concentrate on a song anyway. Erik was back at the mansion, he had showed up, unannounced and walked in like he owned the place. Maybe he did, who knew what was going on between him and Charles. He didn’t stay with the students, preferring the company of the professor. The speedster had no idea where he could have gone, it’s not like he could rent a room or a house without immediately being recognized, but the last year seemed to prove the contrary. Though, Peter now faced a dilemma, he could pull off a reverse Darth Vader and tell him he was his son (hopefully without the hand chopping and the rejection) or he could just let it be and not bring it up? Raven would certainly give him death glares if he did nothing. But for now, he was alone and unsure of what to do.

I had a brother

Peter removed his headphones in confusion, what was that voice? It almost felt... familiar?

His name was Pietro

The speedster froze as he heard his name, his birth name. One he hadn’t used since he was a child and his mom decided that having an Americanised name would be easier. The only person that knew it was his mom and-

No, it couldn’t be her, she had died years ago, Wendy couldn’t possibly be calling him. Just as he pushed away his hope, his room was suddenly bathed in a red glow. The very same color of his twin’s magic, or wiggly woos as he liked to call them, had been. He slowly saw a flicker of red light materializing in the middle of his floor. The flicker grew bigger and bigger, and he watched it, entranced by the magic he hadn’t seen in nearly 15 years. He couldn’t look away and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

‘Be with me...’ The voice called out to him again, sounding more desperate. He put his Walkman at his side and stepped out of his bed. On the contrary to the two other times, it hadn’t felt like someone had spoken. It was more of an involuntarily projected thought. Like his sister had sometimes done when she made a nightmare and accidentally projected it to the whole neighborhood. The portal grew bigger, and Peter felt drawn to it. He took a breath, should he follow the voice? No, definitely not. Could it kill him or harm him in any way? Most definitely. Would he let that stop him if it gave him a chance to see Wendy again? No, he had to try.

He took a step forward and was greeted by red lights wrapping over him and dragging him in the portal. He was vaguely aware of the feeling of free falling into an endless void and then Peter knew no more.

...

“Has anyone seen Peter?” Kurt asked as he walked into the cafeteria. He had expected the speedster to be eating his weight in food like he usually did in the morning, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Not sure,” answered Scott, between two bites, “but knowing the guy, he probably took a casual stroll to Europe because he wanted real crepes.”

Jean nodded in agreement and Kurt felt his worries subdue as the teen spoke. It was logical, Peter had done it quite a few times before. He would probably be back in the afternoon with stuff he had liberated and stories about whatever shenanigans he had gotten himself into. He let it go as he sat down next to Ororo and ate his own food, they talked about training and different strategies they could use for the next time they were in the danger room. Once their meal was done, Kurt went to the library, he had some reading to do. He spent the next few hours glossing through various books and accidentally scaring students when he teleported unexpectedly next to them to get a new novel. Diner time was approaching, and the mutant realized that Peter still wasn’t back. Fearing for the safety of his friend, he teleported himself in the main hall, where the professor usually was around that time. As expected, he was talking to Raven. He walked up to him as the professor turned around.

“Are you alright? I can hear your worry without any effort on my part.”

“It’s Peter, I think he’s missing,” declared Kurt with a grave look. The professor shared a glance with Raven before turning his wheelchair around and motioning forward.

“Come with me.”

...

Charles, like any sane human, was very concerned when Kurt shared his worries. He telepathically called the rest of the team to the briefing room, perhaps together they’d be able to solve this mystery. Once everyone had arrived, he filled them in and asked each of them when was the last time they had seen the speedster. Both Ororo and Kurt had seen him at diner the day before and Scott had seen his silver blur when he found himself suddenly covered in silly string and Jean laughing at him. No one had seen or sensed anything anormal about his behavior. Charles had then concluded that Cerebro should be used to try and locate him. Concentrating on the different mutants, he found no trace of him, no one had seen or heard him. No report of unexplainable disappearance of twinkies or records either. He removed the helmet with a sigh and exited the room. His disappointment must have been obvious because everyone suddenly started worrying, their thoughts all meddling in and all about their missing teammate.

“What if we went to check his room? Suggested Raven. “If that’s the last place he was, there might be clues there that might help.”

They all agreed, all hopeful that a logical and harmless reason was behind his sudden disappearance. The walk was a short one and the tension in the air was almost palpable, as if they were all expecting Peter to be sitting on his bed, laughing at them for worrying so much. When Scott opened the door, no such pleasure took place, it was unbearably empty. After combing his room for clues, the only positive thing they could think of was that there were no runaway notes, and the Walkman wasn’t there. That meant that Peter probably left willingly. Charles brought a hand to his face, deep in thoughts, he didn’t notice Jean stepping forward.

“Professor,” she said absently, “there’s this... strange energy.” She walked to the very middle of the room with her eyes closed and her palm stretched open. “Here. Something happened right here.”

The professor wheeled himself to his student and closed his eyes in concentration, trying to feel what Jean was perceiving. He frowned when he sensed nothing, “Are you sure?”

The redhead nodded, “yes, I can almost make out... voices? It’s hard to see.”

The room was quiet, no one seemed to know what to do. That is, until the white-haired teen spoke up. “Cerebro,” Ororo declared. She sighed when everyone looked at her confusedly, “she could show us what she sees with the machine. As far as I know, it amplifies powers.”

The professor looked at Raven, feeling ridiculous for not thinking about it before. He ordered Jean to make sure to keep the connection as everyone walked back to the room that kept Cerebro. They held their breath in anticipation as she put on the helmet and concentrated even harder. For a few seconds, nothing happened. They were about to admit defeat when piano was suddenly heard throughout the room, followed by, what seemed to be a 1950s sitcom. They all watched in silence as the footage unfolded in front of them.

‘Oh, a newlywed couple just moved to town

A regular husband and wife’

Scott snorted at that remark, “sure, a normal couple where the husband needs to hide his face from the neighbors.” Ororo smiled at his joke before focusing on the screen once again.

‘Who left the big city to find a quiet life’

The team froze as the woman made a ‘sold’ sticker appear on the sign at the front of their house. They continued watching as the husband walked through the door, without his bride. He opened it and took her in his arms again, passing through the sofa as the lyrics chanted.

‘WandaVision!

She’s a magical gal in a small-town locale

He’s a hubby who’s part machine

How will this duo fit in and pull through?

By sharing a love like you’ve never seen

WandaVision!’

The song ended with them sharing a kiss and then the episode started. But the group didn’t focus on it, instead, they all looked at Charles for answers as the woman was identified as Wanda Maximoff. Jean paused the transmission, seemingly in control of the broadcast.

“What does this mean? Is she a mutant?”

If he was honest with himself, the professor had no clue, it did look like a normal sitcom, complete with practical effect, but it didn’t make sense. How could the energy responsible for Peter’s disappearance lead to this? The woman couldn’t simply be a normal actress, the very concept of the show was too strange for it to be a coincidence. And then there was her name: Wanda Maximoff. It had to mean something.

“Does...” started Raven, looking as confused as everyone else. “Does Peter have a sister named Wanda?”

Jean got up from the chair as she removed the helmet. “He did mention a sister, but she’s about ten years younger, her name was Lorna, I think?”

Ororo and Kurt nodded in agreement. Still, that didn’t answer the question. Who was this Wanda and what role had she played in Peter’s disappearance? Or did she have nothing to do with it and she was a victim as well? They decided to continue the broadcast, perhaps playing it would reveal some answers.

They quickly learned that it truly was a stereotypical 1950s sitcom, minus all the magic. The classic misinterpreted conversation gag was the main plot point, which lead to a strange encounter with the husband’s boss. It also turned out that the android, Vision as he called himself, could change his appearance to look human. They all felt uneasy as the couple was questioned about their past, the boss getting angrier and angrier. Suddenly, he began to choke on something, and the camera plans became all wrong and the wife kept telling her husband to stop being silly, but he continued choking. Nobody seemed to be able to do anything. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the robot saved his boss, which apparently marked the end of scene for these two characters. They left quickly which both Wanda and Vision were relived about. Interestingly, they constructed their past and the episode ended.

As the credit rolled, the team was meet with a thousand questions and not many answers. Everyone was silent, but Charles could feel their thoughts racing through their heads, they were all confused.

“So... they’re all trapped?” Intervened Ororo. “Because it was obvious that neither Wanda or Vision had any idea what they were doing there and what their past was.”

The professor let his eyes examine the credits, it truly made no sense. They were only credited as their character names, did that meant that they were playing themselves? They didn’t seem forced to love one another, but they did seem on the run from something. Perhaps the creepy commercial had something to do with whatever danger they were escaping.

Kurt’s voice was what broke him from his thoughts. “Are there any other episodes?”

Jean sat down again and put the helmet back on, clearly exhausted from the previous episode. She concentrated for a few seconds before shaking her head.

“I can’t see anything, but I might just be tired.”

She removed the helmet and Scott held out a hand to help her up. Everyone walked back to their own room, promising to start searching for solutions in the morning.

...

It had been a few days since the first episode had been discovered. Hank had made adjustments to the machine so it could be broadcasted at any time and without the need for Jean to be there. He also made sure that they would be alerted if another episode were shown. The scientist had also been the one to suggest that they should be tracking the signal to its source. Perhaps this Wanda woman could lead them to their missing teammate. The only downside was that he needed Jean to work with him since she could feel the energy and determine if it was the right frequency.

That’s what the pair were doing, under Charles supervision, when the screen surrounding Cerebro suddenly light up. He mentally called the others, and they were in the room just as the episode started. Nothing much happened other than the magic show, and a bad cut when the radio glitched. There were also the creepy cultish way people kept repeating “for the children” but it might have been 60s idea of humor. Other than that, everything seemed fine. They were now back at their house when the woman got up and was suddenly pregnant.

“I might be behind on the human body,” interrupted Kurt, clearly lost, “but doesn’t it take longer than a few minutes for a baby to grow that size?”

Charles kept looking at the screen, he was now convinced that this woman wasn’t just a normal human. A banging outside the couple’s house frightened them and they ran outside. The X-Men watched in astonishment as a beekeeper slowly emerged out of the sewers under the scared eyes of the pair. When the unknown man suddenly turned his head, the professor watched in stunned silence as the camera was once again in the woman’s face, who seemed more determined than ever.

“No,” Wanda said.

There was a rewind effect, and the couple was back in their living room, acting as if nothing happened. Then the screen changed from black and white to full color. The team was surprised to see the man was bright red and the woman had hair a similar shade to Jean. The episode ended with them watching tv. Nobody talked for awhile, they weren’t sure what they just witnessed. Was the woman aware of what was happening? If she was trapped, it was obvious she had a certain control over her environment. Could it be a prison that she was kept in for everyone’s safety? How was Peter involved with this woman?

“What are your theories?” Asked the professor to his surrounding students.

“I think she’s the one controlling it,” intervened Scott. “The rewind showed us that much.”

“Yeah, but she was just as lost last episode, what if she got trapped there by accident and acts on instinct to protect herself?” Raven argued.

“I don’t think it’s just a show,” interrupted Hank, walking forward to the commands. He was looking over the part where the radio had glitched, playing the part just before the bad cut. “There’s someone calling to her. I think we might be viewing a parallel universe.”

Scott stepped in closer to Jean and took her hand, making sure she was alright before turning to Hank. “A parallel universe? Is that even possible?”

Charles sighed, “we don’t know the extent of this woman’s power, perhaps she is able to broadcast her life without knowing it.”

A sudden gasp from Jean made everyone turn to her. She was grasping her head in pain, using Scott as a way to stabilize herself. “There’s another transmission!” She screamed as the screens lit up once again.

They were now in the 70s, both of the couple’s hair had changed to fit the era. They watched as the pregnancy took all but one day to get to full term. The inconveniences of being pregnant were covered up by silly jokes and puns, such as showing that her water broke by the sprinklers activating. As Vision was off to get the doctor, Wanda was distracted by the doorbell and the woman she had met last episode came in. She was, of course, oblivious to the pregnancy. It went by quickly, Wanda tried to hide her belly as she could but then she went into labor. Geraldine helped her deliver the first child as Vision came back. The X-Men all frowned as it was revealed that she still had another child on the way.

‘Twins, a clever way to fix the name discourse,’ thought Charles to himself.

Wanda was now watching over the twins, her friend walked over, congratulating her on the sudden birth of not one but two babies.

“I’m a twin”

A quiet “what” was heard from Scott, Charles saw him look around, probably wondering if he had heard right.

“I had a brother. His name was... Pietro,” the redhead seemed lost in thoughts as she began to sing to her boys in a language they couldn’t understand. The group was stunned as they watched her rock her babies. The professor was feeling all kinds of weird; did she mean Peter? Had she killed him for the sake of a plot point?

“He was killed by Ultron, wasn’t he?”

Charles felt slight relief, perhaps it didn’t have anything to do with the speedster, because he was alive and well as far as he knew. Perhaps the brother’s name was a simple coincidence.

They watched in muted horror as Wanda turned to her friend, asking her to explain herself. Geraldine played dumb, but it was obvious that it was just a cover up. The woman was aware of the sitcom world. The confrontation escalated to a point where both were hostile to each other. Both trying to get answers. The tension was immense and when it seemed like something horrible would actually happen- Nothing did. There was another cut and then Wanda was once again watching the twins, alone this time.

After the strange talk Vision had with their neighbor, he ran back in, asking his wife about Geraldine’s whereabouts.

“Oh, she left, honey,” Wanda said in a sing song voice, “she had to rush home.”

The camera focused on her face, showing her eyes that had a slight glint of determination. It was no doubt she had gotten rid of her neighbor. They briefly talked about leaving, something Wanda didn’t seem keen on and the episode ended with them watching television with their children in their arms.

“What... the... hell?” Came Raven’s voice. The others had to agree, it was by far the most unsettling episode they had seen. Charles was asking himself the same question as everyone else in the room. Was Wanda the true villain?

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what are headcanons you have for the mutant maggots since you seem to like them alot

*SLAMS OPEN A 500 PAGE BOOK THAT I WROTE ALL MY HEAD CANONS FOR THEM IN* OKAY-

Cameron

He over analyzes everything. Everything needs to have an answer & an exact reason that it was in the place that it is currently in. This in turn, annoys the hell outta his teammates & sometimes, he needs to be reminded he is doing it. 

He mainly looks up to Jo for advice & treats her like an older sister/cool aunt/mother figure. 

He wants to go through a rebellious stage so bad & one time he does. By staying a minute past his bedtime & he said that it was exciting when he talked about it & the rest of them laughed. The next day, they all had a sleepover where they just pulled an all nighter.

He never gets his growth spurt so ends up getting mistaken for being a young teenager or even a child at times. But puberty hit him hard with his vocal chords so it looks weird to hear someone who appears to be a child speaking in a scarily deep voice.

He’s very easy to be picked up so if one of the maggots wants to hang out with him, they just walk into his house & pick him up. Literally.

He likes to build lots of things & will sometimes ask for his former team to help him test out said inventions. Some of which look very frightening.

Jo

She’s really competitive. Everything is a competition for her. Who can race to the tree first? Who can jump the highest, how far can we throw that park bench over there? Everything.

She’s a mom figure & is overprotective of everyone. Especially Cameron since he’s not so well versed socially or in anything that isn’t in a bubble at home. 

She tries really hard to get them all into shape. Even after the competition. If someone is hanging out with Jo, they’re gonna come back sweating & looking like they jumped into the ocean.

She had a lot of energy & can sometimes get distracted easily on dumb things. She’s also really, really loud & even louder when she needs to be.

Her parents are actually very short & scrawny compared to her so she’s the one to always do the heavy lifting. She got into fitness thanks to one of her older cousins who she looked up to before her cousin moved away for college. 

She loves animals. Specifically cats & rabbits & has a pet cat & pet rabbit at home. 

You mess with her team, you mess with her.

Mike

He loves to sing which he finds really embarrassing. Everyone else doesn’t care & actually encourage him to do so. 

In his early childhood, he was a really famous child actor who starred in a sitcom where he played the youngest son in it. This was when he was an infant to age 6.

He went into foster care at age 7 & currently lives with his adoptive parents who he calls ‘mom’ & ‘dad’ since that’s what they are.

He still does small roles here & there & commercials & stuff but has ultimately, left that stuff in the past.

He is trilingual & knows English, Spanish, & Mandarin. He learned Mandarin from his now parents & grew up speaking Spanish & English before going into foster care. 

He keeps really close to the others. Cameron & Zoey especially. Since they’re the closest friends he’s ever had.

Zoey

She lives near a petting zoo & growing up, she loved animals & even gave names to all of the animals there.

She still resents Anne Maria in a way, but has managed to get over it for the most part. 

She & Anne Maria have what Anne Maria calls “Friend-Girl Friend Dates” which Anne Maria calls it for any one on one hang out with friends. When they do that, it ends up with the both of them watching horror movies while Anne Maria is screaming at the top of her lungs.

Zoey loves horror movies. A bit too much in fact. It’s always her first choice for horror. She also loves psychological thriller too. 

Her hamster is her model for her sample clothes. 

Her favorite genre of music is techno-pop.

Anne Maria

She used to be a horse girl

She refers to all of her hangouts with people as dates which does confuse the team. 

She loves hugs & compliments from others & gives compliments back.

She comes off as snobby at first, but is actually really nice, albeit, a bit too energetic, but it doesn’t bother anyone.

Due to all of the products she uses, her hair is basically titanium steel.

She’s always wanted a pony, but never had one. It’s actually why she wanted to win the million dollars. 

Her dream is to become a famous actress in a movie & Mike sometimes gives her acting tips to help. 

Brick

He’s a mama’s boy 100%

He didn’t have much of a father figure growing up so he always tries to be like a dad in his friendships & becomes a bit worried for anything they do. 

He has a really big German Shepard at home that he named Specks. 

He is very coordinated & treats his own slip ups as failures.

He follows his moral codes religiously & always goes back to them when he’s in a stressful situation. 

When he was young, he aspired to become an Opera singer but then fashion caught his eye.

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Butterfly wings

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summary:  Taking requests? Can I get one in where the team raids a hydra base and find their latest victim...a young girl with fairy wings? They do some research and find she’s not an experiment but a real fairy that hydra found a way to kidnap. She clings to Tony cause he’s the one that takes her from the base and protects her. He adores her cause she’s so childlike and curious and decides since they can’t return her home, he keeps her and calls her his daughter

warning:  absolute fluff, bit angst, all good

Tony leaned on the window as he watched the younger girl sleep her chest falling uneven as she breathed. Her skin covered in bruises, bones broken or fractured. This child had been through hell and back and she looked to be no older than five. Who could do such a thing? Hydra. 

“Tony!”

“Yeah” He turned around to find everyone watching her he stood up straight.

“we were talking about the girl. We went through all the information containing her in that faculty” Sam said 

“we have no clue where she comes from. She has no trace outside of Hydra either” Natasha says.

“That might actually make sense. She’s a mutant her family must have tried to hide her. I mean with a set of wings like that can’t just walk around” Bruce said 

The young girl had two beautiful wings sprouting from her back. They were pale and grey and resembled that of butterfly wings. From what Hydra’s documents said she had arrived with her wings apparently born with them. This lead the avengers to believe she was a mutant.

“I say we wait until she wakes up we can learn more from her about her than her kidnappers and her notes.” Tony said as he walked away from them. He didn’t want to have this conversation honestly looking at that young girl gave him anxiety he had to get away for a moment. He needed a distraction for the moment so he mad his way to the lab. 

Bruce leaned against the door frame watching as Tony typed away on his screen probably doing the math for some new project he just thought of. He seemed really focused which was really weird because Tony was never focused on one thing. He usually had music playing in the background, the tv on, another project on the side, and someone on the phone. Tony being focused on one singular thing was a red flag, a problem. 

“You’re worried about the girl aren’t you.” Bruce said as he stepped into the lab “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you worried about anyone besides Peter. Are you going to make her an ‘intern’ as well.” he teased Tony looked at him unamused. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

“no. I want her to wake up.”

“She will.” Bruce said patting him on the back “She just needs rest she’s been through a lot. I bet this is the first time in a long time that she had got true rest. We just need to wait. Don’t worry so much she’ll wake up.” 

-

It was a sudden familiar pain washed over her body she groaned and rolled over trying to find that cold corner out of habit. When she instead found herself falling off the edge of something she woke up and jumped back startled. 

“Hey, Hey” someone said as they place a hand on her shoulder pushing her back she looked up to see a man with a goatee. She shrunk back from his hand. This was a very unfamiliar place and this was an unfamiliar man. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t want you falling kind.” he said as he took a step back giving her the space. “ Alright I’m going to cut to the chase before the soft some ones get here. I’ve got a few questions for you. You okay with that?”

She doesn’t response just stares at him. A quick glance at her hands and he sees her fisting the sheets. She’s afraid, nervous.

“Do you know where you are?” he asks

she doesn’t response “you’re there anymore, you’re safe. Do you understand?” no response.

“Do you have a name?” no answer “ here I’ll go first. Hi, I’m Tony”

“....(Y/n)... I’m (y/n)” 

“Alright we’re getting somewhere. (Y/n), nice to meet you. Do you know where your parents are or what happened to them?” she looked young enough to have parents. About 4 or 5 but then again looking were not what they seem when dealing with Hydra. The hundred year old soldiers in the living room was prove of that.

 “ Dad?” she shrugs. Tony took that as him skipping town or dying before she was born. 

“Mom?”

“dead. Killed” she said he watched as her eyes watered over but tears did not fall. 

“sorry kid... how old are you?”

“five”

Tony didn’t really know what to say after that. He was 17 when he lost his parents he was shit for years afterwards his only enemy at that time was himself. Here this kid was mom gone and then left with a horrible organization that poked and prod at her. This kid has been through a lot and her life has barely began.

“what are those?” he motioned behind her back.

“wings”

“Wings.”

“I’m a fairy” 

“...cool”.

Suddenly the door busted open revealing the rest of the Avenger. Tony hoped to have a few moments to alone with her to figure her out but it seems that his time is up.  Bruce took over on healing here with a few nurses as the other Avengers pulled Tony way scolding him and asking him to what she told him which he shared. 

-

“Hey, butterfly” Tony said as he saw (Y/n) slip in the kitchen behind him. She was still cautious of everyone else and always found somewhere near or around Tony. He didn’t mind she was quiet and curious and always listened. He now often found himself in his lap explaining and teaching her things, as well as Peter when ever he was around. 

Another interesting thing was her wings were slowly gaining color. A faint rainbow style could be seen in her wings but she could still not use them. They still laid limp on her back. 

“Alright, I’ve got a peanut butter jelly and ham & cheese. which one do you want?” 

“Jelly” she whisper. With a satisficed nod he hands her a napkin he was about to hand her the sandwich when their was a loud bang. 

“My lawn” Tony groans throwing his head back. He looks down to see (Y/n) on the floor with her hands over her head as shielding herself from possible doom. 

“Oh no, you’re okay we’re okay. That’s just Thor. He’s a friend.” Tony assured her as he cooed her into standing up again he handed her, her sandwich. 

“Come on, how about we go see him at the door” Tony placed a hand on her back leading her to the front door. 

“Thor?” (Y/n) questioned as she held her sandwich with two hands and let him lead her. 

“Yeah, God of thunder.”

The two joined the other Avengers on the front lawn. Thor was all dolled up in his Asgardian robes and armory. 

(Y/n) gasped and whispered“ It’s the prince” Tony looked down at her surprised but brushed it off as she knew some what about the Avengers. So of course she knew Thor. 

“Hello...friends?” Thor question as he came up to them the first thing he noticed was (y/n) and her wings. 

“I see you’ve took noticed of our new friends. This is (Y/n). We found her in a raid of another Hydra base.” Steve said as he motioned (Y/n) forward but she didn’t move. “ She still shy. We’re pretty sure she’s a mutant”

“Your highness” (Y/n) said softly as she gave a small bow. 

“She’s not a mutant, she’s a fairy” Thor said as he approach her coming to kneel in front of her “ Hello little one, what is your name?”

“(Y/n), your highness” she gave him her hand.

“no need for formalities, little one, Thor is fine.” he smiled kissing her little hand. 

“Thor” 

“How did you get here little one?” 

“I...don’t know” 

“Thor, do you know her?” Natasha asked 

“not her specifically but I think I know where she comes from and what she is. Let’s go inside to talk” 

In the living room everyone gathered around to hear (Y/n) origin story. (Y/n) herself sat in between Thor and Tony, finally eating her sandwich. 

“Oh my” Thor said as he caught a glimpse of (y/n) wings. “ What happened here?”

“I don’t know. The color went away now I can’t fly” (Y/n) said 

“we believe it has something to do with what Hydra was injecting into her” Bruce spoke up. 

“Tragic really … (Y/n) here is a fairy her kind live on Faerie. From what I know there use to be a civil war and a lot of people fled the planet for other realms that’s probably how little miss (Y/n) ended up here. The civil war is over now and the planet is slowly putting itself back together with the help of Asgard last i checked.” Thor said. 

“So she really is a fairy” 

“ I told you” (Y/n) whispered to Tony. He just smiled and ruffled her hair.

After Thor explained everything Steve and Natasha pulled him to the side and explain what they knew about (Y/n). Tony was a bit nervous now (Y/n) had a home, possible family, or friends. Tony didn’t want to admit it but he had grown close to (Y/n) he liked her and he cared about her and now there was a chance she would be leaving him. And he didn’t like that. 

“what’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she watched Tony slump over his desk. 

“Nothing” 

“ Are you sure Mr. Stark?” Peter asked joining in (y/n) consider for him. 

“yeah, I’m okay kiddos. Lets get back to work”.  The children pushed their considers aside to work with Tony. 

-

“This truly is tragic” Thor said as he went over the information the team had gathered from Hydra. “ Her mother came here to be free and ended up on death’s door. (Y/n)’s weeks should be large and colorful yet they are dull and gray there is something very wrong with her. I’m going to Faerie I’ll get her some medicine as well as see if she has anymore family that survived.” 

“Leaving so soon” Sam said 

“Work needs to be done. This girl needs help and to be reunited with her family if possible. Don’t worry I won’t be long.”

“You said that last time and you were gone for a month” Clint pointed out 

“Time works different of Asgard” was all Thor said as he left them again. 

-

“Another” (Y/n) said as Tony finished reading her a bed time story.

“no ma’am. I don’t negotiate with terrorist. Go to bed.”  

“I’m not a terrorist” (Y/n) mumbled as Tony tucked her in and turned on her nightlight and off her light. 

“I don’t know. Trying to Negotiate dirty trades with me sounds like a terrorist to me. Go to bed or no more toys... or lab.” he heard a light gasp as he finally closed the door. He chuckled.

“someone likes playing Daddy” Clint said as he leaned against the wall “ You know Thor is going to come back and she’s going to have to go home eventually.” 

“ I know...” Tony said trying to walk away from him but he followed 

“And now you’re sad. Didn’t take you for the parenting type. Well... that’s a lie I’ve seen you with Peter. I didn’t take you for the baby or a little girl type.”

“Clint”

“Honestly, I’m shocked really-”

“What the hell do you want?” Tony stopped and turned to glare at the archer.

“You’ve gotten attached and you’ve started treating everyone around you like ass because you’re scared she’s leaving soon.” It was true Thor was due to return Tomorrow and Tony had been spending all his time with (Y/n) and telling anyone else who tried to get in the way to fuck off, expect Peter of course.  

“One Admit that, and two talk to someone. Because if she really does leave this is going to hurt ten times worse. I’m just saying sort your shit out” Clint waved him off and walked away. 

“Who knew and idiot could be so smart” Natasha said as Clint rounded the corner and she joined him.

“Someone needed to talk to him. The inevitable is going to happen.”

“God, I don’t really want to deal with super angry sassy Tony. I’m going on a two month vacation after this.” Natasha said already dreading his reaction. 

“Make it three. He can hold a grudge. I hope this works out. I really do” .

-

“Stunning as always” Bruce said as he exam (Y/n)’s wings they had faint color now but they still laid limp on her back with no use. 

“I want to fly” (y/n) said as Tony gave her hand a gentle squeeze supporting her through her check up.

“Thor will be back with your medicine soon. Don’t worry too much your wings will be flapping in no time.” Bruce reassured her as he took notes. There was a loud Bang. “ Speaking of Thor he shall appear”.

Tony didn’t waste anytime picking up (y/n) on his hip and making his way for the door. 

“hi your highness”

“Little one, did I not tell you to call me by my name?”

“Sorry” she giggled. 

“I have a present for you” Thor said as he pulled a small bottle out of his pocket “ one sip of this and-Oh... oh okay?” (Y/n) didn’t even wait for him to finish just taking the bottle and chugging in the whole thing.

“That works too”

“...ew” (Y/n) whispered shaking her head the others laughed at her “Nasty but ...it feels warm.”

“That’s means it’s working little fairy. Ah and we’re already seeing the affects.” 

Her wings seemed to begin to stand up straight and gain color all at once. (Y/n) gasped and her eyes sparkled it was like life was breath back into her. She squealed as she began to flap her wings lightly sending a breeze around the room. 

“Wings” she said and everyone chuckled. 

“want to go for a flight?” Tony asked. 

Everyone else followed them outside to see. At first she tested it out flapping her wings and getting a few feet off the ground before she took off into the sky, nearly giving Tony a heart attack. Sam put on his wings and joined her in the sky putting him more at ease but he was still on his toes. She looked beautiful flying in the sky. She looked happy.

“No family”

“huh?”

“she has no family” Thor says “ I checked. Her father abandoned the family then died in the war. Her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins. All gone.... I found an Orphanage that would be willing to-” 

“DADDY LOOK AT ME” (Y/n) screamed as she twirled in the sky the sun shining on her wings a beautiful smile to compare. Pure joy on her face. 

“Never mind” Thor said as he looked at Tony who had a matching smile. He wasn’t even listening anymore. He watched as  Tony walked over catching (Y/n) as she fell out of the air into his arms. Smiling and laughing. (Y/n) did not need to return to Faerie she had already found her new home. 

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[jordxporter]

@c23intros​ || task one​​

{jeremy shada, twenty-four, cis male, he/him} || JORDAN PORTER is a mutant with the ability of TELEKINESIS. they’ve been in new york for TWENTY-FOUR YEARS where they spend most of their time as A NURSE AT XAVIER’S & AN OMEGA. when i think of them, i think of BEING THE RESIDENT GOOFBALL IN ALMOST ALL SITUATIONS, SITTING ON THE ROOFTOP AT DAWN, FOREVER LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT GREAT ADVENTURE, WARM HUGS TO WELCOME FAMILY & FRIENDS HOME. they are affiliated with THE OMEGAS & THE XAVIER INSTITUTE. [spirit, 20, she/her, est, n/a]

jordan oliver porter was born and raised in the suburbs of new york city, new york. his parents are a pair of college professors who both instilled a love for knowledge & learning in their only child. 

he got the dad friend part of his personality from you guessed it, his father. always ready to fuss over someone and make sure they’re taking care of themself. then the goofball side comes from his mother. they enjoy putting a smile on someone’s face or make them laugh, but mother and son can be serious when it’s time to get serious.

he was born on valentine’s day! people who know jordan like to joke that this is what makes him such a romantic, but the impulsiveness remains unaccounted for since his parents are the pro-con list-making type of people. (it’s the aquarius energy, baby!)

all in all, jordan’s childhood was fairly normal...right up until he turned ten years old.

picture this. you’re running late for school while your parents are running late for work. you’re all ready to go when mom says that she can’t find the keys. your parents are scrambling around looking for them and you are too until the morning light makes something shine in the corner of your eye. it’s the car keys, accidentally left on the top shelf of a case filled with vhs tapes & family photo albums. you wish that you could reach them when they suddenly zoom off the shelf and into the hand you raised to keep them from hitting your face.

the porters end up calling in to work and calling jordan out of school while still sporting looks of what the hell just happened on their faces. their son is one of the mutants that they’ve heard whispers and read news stories about. even though they worry about what new challenges this might introduce into his life, his parents hug him tightly as they reassure him and promise that they’ll do everything they can to keep him safe.

so, fast forward past a montage of shenanigans in simultaneously secretly training his telekinesis and trying to hide it from everyone. he even takes up playing guitar & bass as well as writing songs thanks to the love he has for music and appreciation for how it can carry a message, tell a story, help someone get something off their chest, or just generally be entertaining.

all is well up until finals week during junior high. jordan’s studying in the sunroom / family library while waiting for his parents to come home from work, but he just can’t solve these last few problems on his study guide. his frustration mounts and he gets lost in it until his mom calls out his full name. that snaps him back to reality...and makes the orbital field of books drop to the floor. after a lengthy family discussion over dinner, it’s decided that maybe looking into the xavier institue might be a good idea.

next thing jordan knows, he’s enrolled at the institute. he writes or calls his parents everyday after classes and continues working on training his telekinesis. he makes new friends, keeps working on his music in his spare time, all great things. it’s safe to say that he was truly thriving in his student era.

but things weren’t always sunshine and rainbows. ever the night owl with workaholic tendencies, jordan’s often up at all hours either training or working on something for a class. as he quietly moves throughout the mansion, he hears late night whispers of terrible things that were happening to mutants. mentions of awful places. his heart aches, his curiosity grows, and jordan decides that he wants to help however he can.

he continues to train so that he can help protect people - human or mutant. he takes up a job as a nurse at xavier’s, wanting to be part of maintaining a safe space for the next generations. he keeps writing songs that will hopefully be entertaining or reassure people that they aren’t alone. then word reaches his ears about the government recruiting a task force of mutants and jordan jumps at the chance to volunteer.

he does and gains the code name backlash after training. because he says that his actions are a backlash against those who seek to do harm to the innocents in the world, whether they be human or mutant. a force of retaliation forever at the ready to oppose wrongdoers. after all, jordan may be full of borderline reckless optimism yet he’s also someone with a legendary protective streak.

which brings us to the present day where life is nothing short of chaotic and not the fun kind of chaotic that jordan loves to surround himself with. but he remains cautiously optimistic about things getting better. until a day comes where one of his three jobs (bassist & songwriter, nurse, and omega) calls for his undivided attention then he’ll keep bouncing between them in efforts to help out in some fashion.

[jupitermelichios]

RIP to my abandonned fics

This is just me pouring one out for fic ideas that I’m never going to finish writing. If any of you fancy taking any of these ideas out for a test drive, knock yourselves out. It’s not like I’m using them.

During Tony Stark’s time at MIT he decides that to get the full college experience he needs to start a shitty garage rock band, so he puts ads up around campus and the people who answer are the OG MCU Avengers line-up. (I don’t remember now who was going to play what instrument, except that I’m fairly sure Thor was supposed to be the drummer, which is just proof that this idea could never have worked, because obviously Thor would play Keytar.)

Captain Cold gets set on fire during a LoT mission and Heatwave is way too into it.

TV Constantine persuades Chaz to have bad-dom style unhealthy BDSM sex with him in order to summon a demon they need to speak to, but Chaz will only agree if he gets to prove to John he can treat him right after.

Tim Drake is a shop assistant at Dinah Lance’s florists. Bart works at a coffee shop and keeps nearly getting fired for drinking the cinnamon syrup straight from the bottle. Kon works at Roy’s tattoo parlour. When Tim comes in to get some piercings done, Kon realises that this is the coffee-addict customer Bart’s been crushing on, and tries to set them up, but ends up falling for both of them in the process.

When criminal law professor Bruce Wayne goes missing from his college campus, it’s up to his kids, and the deranged Ethics professor they’re not supposed to know he’s dating, to figure out what’s going on. But some of these clues look a little too much like red herrings, and can they even trust a man who claims Joe Kerr is his real name?

At the height of prohibition, some priceless jewells on loan from to the Gotham museum go missing and private security guy Jason Todd realises he makes the perfect fall-guy. Fortunately Wayne Foundation boys stick together and Officer Grayson has a recommendation for the best private dick in the city. And sure Drake’s a little squirrelly and a lot weird, but he’s Jason’s last hope.

Tony doesn’t want a kid. He’s pretty sure he’s the last person on earth who should be trusted with a child in fact, but when he realises SHEILD are keeping a super-strong wall crawling four year old in a cell because they don’t know what else to do with him, what can he do except take the boy home with him? At least he’s got JARVIS to help him co-parent.

When Wade Wilson finally got a cure for the worst of his memory problems, he was expecting to get back a whole lot of mundane memories, maybe a few assisinations he’d forgotten committing. What he wasn’t expecting was to find out that apparently in all the months when he could barely remember anything day to day, he’d somehow managed to seduce the Mutant Saviour himself. Now he just has to figure out how he did it, and whether Nate even still wants him.

Getting recruited to SHIELD at seventeen was weird enough. Clint getting sent undercover to a shitty highschool in the middle of nowhere to recruit an escaped child supersoldier experiment calling himself Deadpool is a whole new level of weird. Especially when it turns out, he kind of likes his mark.

When he realises that Stiles is never going to make sensible decisions about who he sleeips with, Derek decides it’s his job as a good alpha to take control of Stiles’s sex life. He just wasn’t expecting to enjoy the control so much.

A Teen Wolf x Nailbiter AU. Beacon Hills is notorious accross America because despite being barely big enough to support a high school, it’s produced fifteen of America’s worst serial killers. When bodies start turning up in the woods, it’s up to Scott and his friends to figure out what it is about their sleepy town that produces monsters before the people they love get caught in the crossfire.

Rorschach doesn’t know what he is. When he’d asked his mom, back when he still small enough to try and reach out to her, before he learned that she’d never reach back, she’d just said “A monster.” Mostly he doesn’t care. His abilities are useful, and the work he does proves over and over that humans the real monsters. But there’s something about Dan, about the trust he shows, the way he smiles after a hard patrol, the way he’s always fussing and worrying over him, that makes Rorschach wish he was just a little more human that he is.

Everyone expected Nate to leave the Shatterdome when his co-pilot died, but he’s detirmined he’ll get back in a Yaeger one day. He takes over training the new recruits, always on the lookout for someone drift compatible, but it’s not until he catches the base’s scarred half-mad janitor doing drills with a mop that he feels that connection. It turns out Wade’s like him, a former pilot left too damaged to get back into the fight, but Nate’s sure if he can just persuade the higher-ups to give it him a try, Wade’s the second chance he’s been looking for.

The last thing Strange does before Thanos kills him is to send Tony’s conciousness back in time. He wakes up the morning after Obie’s death with a decade of memories that haven’t happened yet and absolutely no idea how to turn this into a plan to save the world.

If people are interested, I might turn some of these into not!fic, and if anyone wants to use one of these sets up as a prompt feel free (but please credit me).

[limeinaltime]

On a happier note because my last few posts were so depressing, some Null stuff mainly pre/post-Inanitas hive-minding his entire race because that’s a thing I forgot to mention:

- Null are very good parents and will die for their children. Do not fuck with a baby Null unless you want to experience the wrath of their eldritch shadow monster mom/dad/both.

- Null babies are a lot like grubs in size and behavior, except the Null babies are so chill it’s creepy sometimes

- Null don’t need sex to have offspring (parthenogenesis) but couples can combine their essence to form an embryo if they choose to

- The result will be a black pod that is then placed into a river that flows into the Brooding Grounds, where it’ll attach to the celing and hang there until the pod dispenses the baby

- Don’t worry, the parents are naturally drawn to their child through an unknown means so finding the right pod is easy

- Parents will verbally engage with their unborn child all the way until they hatch. The baby can’t understand or talk atm, but this does help strengthen the bond between parent and child

- Girls are bigger than boys

- Like trolls, they are hermaphrodites and can produce fertile offspring with other species

- While not ostentatious with their garb, Null do craft jewlery and trinkets, and their robes can be customized

- The only true reason Null don’t like trolls is because they eat their babies sometimes like wtf

- They have gills that appear and disappear on their necks, and they’re good swimmers

- Null wings are more expressive than their faces

- They stretch them out to show off when courting (kinda like flexing your muscles), and flight displays are common

- Wingspan is very important to Null, it shows power and presence when a Null raises their wings to intimidate an enemy or rival (kinda like Null pitch flirting)

- Feathers fluff up when angry/scared to look bigger like this

- Null infants get little bulbs on their backs that grow into wings as they age, they usually are fully fledged by ten or eleven years old

- Wing boners exist oh no

- Their equivalent of kissing is just... tapping their faces together. Cheek, nose, whatever. This also translates to their monster forms as well. Lilith, Jacoba and resonare are probably the only Null who kiss

- Forehead touching is the most intimate and symbolizes trust and affection (both romantically and non-romantically). Betraying a Null’s trust after a forehead touch is the ultimate taboo and you’ll never get their trust back again. Ever.

- They have wing claws and those are pretty deadly in a fly-by attack

- Null are very, very strong and even a Null toddler could judo flip you with one hand (Lilith has canonically beaten Equius in an arm wrestling match)

- They actually sleep a lot and despite being dark-aligned, Null enjoy sunlight and like to doze in its warmth (Lilith’s immune to Alternia’s deadly sunlight and likes to sleep in sunny patches like a cat)

- Lilith’s a bit of an oddball amongst Null because she was originally a troll embryo that got genetically zip-zap-zopped into a Null. She only looks like a troll, but everything else is all Null. She was a runt, and being a mutant slowed down her growth a lot but once she hits her adult molt the girl has one big growth spurt that catches her up with her troll friends right quick.

- Null flirting techniques are... strangely effective on trolls for some reason (Lilith once showed off her wingspan without knowing and Sollux could not for the life of him explain why his pusher was being weird)

- Null aren’t born into the role of leadership. If a normal Null is worthy and capable of such a task, they can go thorugh a ritual that makes them the next leader of the Null

- Since Lilith’s the direct descendant of the Null Mother, she has a very high standing in Null society, and with her attitude and strength could probably overthrow Inanitas

[nobleclover]

Evelyn (Sally Face Fanfic)

It was a nice Saturday afternoon, as Sally Face was hanging out at Larry’s place again, playing more of Clumpy the Mutant Monkey side by side. Both of them were traversing through toxic wastelands, slaying any flies that were flying in their paths. So far, Sal had died six times whereas Larry only died four times.

“Jesus!” Sal exclaimed, “this level is definitely the hardest! How’d you even finish it?”

“Time and practice, my dude!” Larry responded, “time and –“

A fly had struck Sal, causing him to lose more points.

“Maybe keep your eyes on the screen and try not getting distracted!” his friend chuckled.

He huffed in frustration as Larry smirked and continued on without any hassle. There were now green glowing flies showing up, that were definitely much bigger than the ones they had just ploughed through.

“Oh shit! Things are going to get crazy here! Hope you’re ready for this Sal!” he chuckled.

“Oh, you bet I am!” Sal replied enthusiastically.

Just as the gargantuan insects appeared on the screen, the TV suddenly turned off to the boys’ shock. Both of them were still gripping their consoles and looked at each other in confusion and bewilderment.

Larry stood up to inspect the TV, gently tugging at the wires while pressing the power button continuously but to no avail. He even checked any of the cords to see if anything was disconnected but nope, everything was intact, and he was pissed now.

“So what happened?” Sal asked, getting up.

“I don’t know man! It just fucking turned off by itself! Shitty thing must have broken wiring or something!”

“Oh damn, sorry about that.”

“No worries, I’m still amazed that we had this TV for this long, like 13 years,” Larry mused.

“Yeah well, hopefully, there’ll be some good ones on offer for you,” Sal replied.

“Mmm, true. Anyways, let’s do something different. What do you wanna do now?”

“Wanna walk around for a bit?” Sal posited.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll go for a walk; I just need to put some more stuff up in the tree house first. Some of it was my dad’s.”

“…Right,” Sal responded quietly. He really wanted to tell Larry the true reason as to why his dad, Jim Johnson, left him and his mother long ago, especially since he managed to salvage all the pages of the journal together which provided him the entirely tragic story.

But he can’t. Jim had somehow asked Sal in the final page not to tell them for their safety. He’d been wracking his brains every night as to how it was possible but couldn’t think of a straight answer. Given recent events, there certainly weren’t any straight answers to be yielded from what had transpired, especially since Sal and his friends had managed to uncover the cult’s temple deep below the depths of Addison Apartments, where he, Larry and Todd Morrison lived.

Larry adjusted his grip on the box by pushing it slightly up with his leg. Now that he had a firm hold, he headed out the door that lead to the grounds behind the apartments. Sal followed him up the steps leading to the door and noticed a small coloured piece of paper that had fallen out. His curiosity piqued, he picked it up and upon examining it, he felt his heart melt.

It read: “To my baby sister”, in wavy, crude handwriting that was covered in glitter with a childish illustration of a little girl holding a flower. Sal sighed sadly as he realised full well who this card was made for.

“C’mon slowpoke! What are you waiting for?!” Larry joked walking a little further. Sal quickly stuffed the card in his pocket and hurried along.

As soon as they reached the treehouse, Larry set the box down and was finally joined by Sal. He turned around and said, “Okay, so I’m gonna go up into the treehouse and you just pass the box up to me. Also, don’t worry, I can take it up easily! I’ve helped Mom with –”

“Okay, just let me put this in the box,” Sal interrupted, putting the folded up card down on top of the clutter inside the box. Larry blinked as he recognised what it was.

“Thanks, bud; let’s get this stuff up there,” he uttered quietly.

There was an awkward silence as Sal nodded in response while Larry climbed up the steps to the old treehouse his father built for him. After the box was finally up there with the rest of Jim Johnson’s possessions, the two boys set off down a small path that lead to a group of trees about seven kilometres away from the apartments.

For about ten minutes, they just trudged through the trees, nonchalantly kicking rocks and making meagre small talk along the way. Eventually, they reached a small, dead stump and decided to sit on it for a while.

The uneasy silence hung in the air around them like pollen from the surrounding grass. Sal felt it would be best not to discuss the card at all so he kept his mouth shut, all the while thinking something different to break the awkward silence between them. It was then that Larry spoke up.

“Hey dude, about that card…” he began.

“You don’t have to explain if you don’t want to,” Sal assured him.

“No, I think you ought to know. I honestly forgot that I still had that thing in my closet. Didn’t even remember it until now.”

“I see. Take your time,” he replied, pretending not to know how she died. He knew too well as to what happened as he recalled that saddening line from Jim’s journal: “Tragedy prevails once again…We lost the baby. Stillborn.”

He really didn’t feel comfortable asking about Larry’s sister, but he didn’t want Larry to know that he knew as he felt it would definitely make things worse. He couldn’t exactly explain why, but he was just certain it would only make things worse. Larry was still hurting after coming to the conclusion that Jim had abandoned him and his mother Lisa, but Sal didn’t want to disrespect Jim’s wishes about the journal’s secrecy. As much as he really wanted to tell Larry why Jim really left, he felt it would only cause more confusion and hurt for his friend, who was still healing.

“I was kinda excited to be a big brother. It’d mean I’d be the boss of somebody more little than me, heh,” Larry chuckled, “plus, I was also prepared to do what it takes to look out for her. My parents were even going to call her Evelyn, but…”

Sal didn’t want to prompt him to say more, he just wanted to allow his friend to open up as much as he wanted.

“She wasn’t alive…when she was born. I didn’t understand it at the time and thought my parents lied to me about getting a new sister. Like when a parent tells their kid they mightn’t be getting a new puppy after all due to…circumstances…”

“I’m so sorry, Larry,” Sal replied, “I can’t imagine how you and Lisa felt.”

“Well, I only felt bad about it years later, when I was old enough to understand. But I was just a kid, you know? I didn’t know better. Still,” Larry sighed, “I wish that I could…take back… being angry at them.”

He leaned forward and rested his face on his hands, letting out a sorrowful, weary sigh. Weary from all the bad luck that had plagued him as a child, before and after his father had unexpectedly left.

Without saying a word, Sal quietly put his hands across Larry’s torso and gave him a reassuring hug, which Larry returned along with a smile.

“Also, it’s strange but,” Larry hesitated “…I don’t miss her because I didn’t know her well but…I still want to mourn her properly…”

“Well, I think that talking about her like this is good enough. I often want to talk about my mom sometimes but I’m also afraid of upsetting Dad. So that’s why I felt more comfortable talking to you about her, because I trust you,” Sal explained, his hand now resting on Larry’s left shoulder.

“Thanks dude, I also feel a bit better now that I’ve talked about Evelyn. And yeah, I feel you on the bit about upsetting your dad, because I feel the same way about Mom. I think our folks probably need more time getting over these two events.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Sal agreed, “and if you don’t mind me saying, I’m pretty sure that you would’ve made a great brother, dude,” Sal assured him, “because that’s how I see you sometimes.”

“Aww, thanks dude, that’s real nice of you,” Larry replied with a smile, “I also see you as a brother too myself.”

“Thanks, now let’s go home.”

“Sure thing, Sal. Let’s go.”

Sure enough, the two of them started walking back to the apartments. Both felt that a big weight had been lifted from their shoulders, especially Larry. Sal, on the other hand, only felt that his big weight only got a bit lighter. His guilt on keeping the journal a secret wasn’t as heavy but it was still there. He remembered Jim expressing his fears in the journal that telling Larry and Lisa will only lead to them “digging for answers and that would put them in great danger.”

Given all the events that happened to Sal and his friends, there’s no telling what kind of danger lied ahead, even if the cult was currently dormant. Nonetheless, Sal was still determined to keep that promise to Jim and be as supportive to Larry as he had always been.

The End

[helpinghanikan]

More then a Tool

Charles Xavier x (Daughter) Reader

Sum:  There will always be that something which breaks the camel’s back. Sometimes, this is more obvious then others. 

an: This was a request for A Charles Xavier with a child reader. I tried to keep with the request but my finger slipped and now the reader is mutated, an empath and it’s full of angst. I am not sorry. 

Your childhood memory could be whittled down to a series of chairs. Plastic chairs that stick to your bare legs in the summer. Metal seats that scrape and drag across the tile. Sometimes you’d get nice, soft chairs, or a couch to hang out on. Those typically turned into naps.

It was during one of these memories in a spinning chair that you started to feel. The secretary you’ve been plopped next took one glance and went back to her computer. Her annoyance was coming off from her like a horrible smell. Every click on the keyboard was like a gunshot right to your temple. Just made worse by watching her; click click click she’s banging into your head. Something had to be said…

“There’s magazines by the couch, why don’t you go read them?” She suddenly orders with a quick spin of her chair.

The verbal slap took you from the chair and onto the couch. Your feet hit the ground maybe twice, practically jumping onto the couch. This sending another hit of annoyance right to your head; eyes closing against it until the secretary looked away.

Those magazines did little to help with all the new feelings. Being further away from her helped with annoyance but now frustration was rearing its ugly head. Frustration and a lie bursting through your system with colors that’d make a sunset jealous. No amount of staring at articles and pictures of people way richer than you could get rid the emotions.

With both hands on either side of your head it was only a matter of seconds before Mama Moira appears kneeling in front of you. Snapping at the secretary to reschedule everything and that they are not done just yet.

“I’m sorry,” you had muttered in the car.

“It’s okay, they weren’t going to give me anything. Lawsuit threats will do that.” She says, a gentle hand rubbing your back.

“They’re threatening you?” You ask.

“It’s more like an,” she pauses to think how to best explain. Her hand pausing in it’s movements as she things. “it’s an aggressive suggestion. Nothing to worry about, Sweetie.”

“I think they were lying, though.” This idea was coming out of your mouth before you stop it. The soft hand of comfort has that power. “They’re lying about law suiting you.”

“You try calling that bluff with a lawyer next to you,” She says, pulling her hand away. “Oh, Sweetie, could you hear through the door? I’m so sorry.”

“No, I mean-I couldn’t hear. I just know they’re lying, mom.”

“How could know that?”

“I just do, okay.”

Moira was one of those rare mothers who wasn’t going to dig and dig for info you couldn’t give. Instead she focused on the road ahead of her, both physically and metaphorically. Mentally listing off all the people she could pay or guilt trip into watching you.

Whether you looked like her or not Moira was your mother, you just happened to be the question baby. Someone she loved more than anything but also an ironic reminder of her memory loss. In the interest of saving time she didn’t dwell on it too long, now just living with the new nickname of ‘Mama Moira.’

Moira never outright said what happened after following your advice. Only that your babysitter lasted for a single night, then you were back in a chair. This time sitting in the room just a few feet behind your mother. Staring at magazines while trying to feel something you didn’t really understand.

0-0-0

The closest Charles got to looking through a hospital window at his child was cerebro. The first was just to check up: How were you doing? Healthy? Happy? Back then you were just a baby staring at space. Sometimes into Moira’s face who would either coo or talk to you like a colleague. Asking for a baby’s opinion on whether there were any typos in her report.

He never really learned whether she did fix those typos. Over the years you became just another one of his children. A blue bundle of stars in cerebro that grew every time he searched for the others. Teachers and students came and became part of the school as your chairs were moved inside the meetings.

Once or twice he sat in on those meetings with you. Setting just on the edge of your mind without intruding on any secrets. Just enough to taste your empathy, and see your legs swinging while on sitting on those chairs. The unexpected consequence of his check ins came from the emotions connected to his brain.

A warmer, cool blue of pride that’s felt in your head without seeing who it was coming from. Typically, these stupid emotions came off strongest from the person closest to you. The closest was a woman whispering into another woman’s ear. She was like you, someone sitting just behind the action. Briefly mentioned as the translator, she wrote and spoke quietly.

Focusing solely on her and the blue faded in exchange for a mix of orange from fear and green from focus. Green was so overbearing only the slightest hint of anything else showed, and only when she was listening and writing. No hint of blue to be found.

Focusing on the others and the color could be found there sometimes. But those gave off a darker color blue then the cooler one. These were cocky, proud of themselves. They’d bleed into red when Mama Moira a certain thing, and then into fear. Sometimes into a silver lie, and those were the ones you had to remember. The rest you just had to try your best to not completely forget.

The cool blue color was easy to forget about over the years. It was just one of a rainbow of colors you were forced to learn about through your short life. From chair to chair they ranged and changed; little books filled with charts that became meaningless as more colors were added.

More chairs, more colors. One even being a helicopter, where you were supposed to be ease dropping on the emotions of your guide. Instead you were distracted by the many controls and buttons that somehow made sense to the woman behind the controls.

Although that woman was beaming a blue pride (probably from having a curious child audience) the cool blue wasn’t seen anywhere. By that point you had all but forgot about it. The curiosity only lasted as long as that first meeting had.

It was completely opposite on Charles’s end. It’s harder to forget someone when you actually know who they are. He was a father by nature; a figure to every student who has ever come into the school. They were just as much his children as you were. Seeing a bit of you, of your potential, in every one of them.

That bit hope lasted through finally being able to use his status to teach. It lasted through the adjustment to life in the chair and the care of students. It stretched into the draft when the first of the teachers began to meekly come into his office with sincere apologies. Men being called in and woman called home to help with the absents. He saw you in them too, less happily this time.

Hope began to starve after they were gone. When somewhere in the background Hank McCoy fiddles with a vial but doesn’t offer it just yet. When the school’s doors closed, and cerebro’s opened. Not searching for the children he has already lost, but the one he never forgot.

0-0-0

It’s hard to say what exactly broke the camel’s back. You’ve gotten used to keeping your sensitivity a secret. Mama Moira was open about there being others like you out there. She was open that they could be dangerous, and that you just weren’t ready yet.

Actually, it’s not that hard to find the trigger. Someone left out the wrong file and there it was: Charles Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Just a name and a few mentions of ‘mutant’ underlined. The poor, dumb, assistant who left it out ripping it from your hands before anything else could be read. Even with that little amount of information things started to bend.

They completely broke when Mama Moira went away. A mission where her little lie detector would be in too much danger. Instead letting one of the younger researchers play babysitter. A nice woman who saw nothing wrong with answering the questions of the curious office child. Not noticing that among the questions of what books you’re allowed there was another questions about files.

Maybe with the files you should have grabbed something about helicopters.

That nice pilot woman had become one of your favorite sitters. Letting you sit next to her during rides, showing the pedals and how to work the joystick.

The lift off was the hard part. This was the mantra working through your head over and over while trying to remember the steps. Hold the joystick, play with the peddles. Oh, snap, was it actually lifting off the ground?

Riding a helicopters as it leaves the ground is one thing. Leaving the ground, knowing that whether you fly, or crash was all up to you, was an entirely different feeling. One that turned your mantra to ‘oh no, oh no, oh no’.

“Lower the throttle, get back on the ground,” orange yellow of fear suddenly slapped the sense from you. It was coming from a voice that certainly wasn’t there a few seconds ago. “It’s okay, I’m a friend. Just go slow.”

Although he is in your peripheral vision it’s impressive that you didn’t whip around to look. Your own shock and his calmed voice making landing the only thing important. Although his voice is right next to your ear there is no change in the air at his presence. Half expecting a guiding hand to be placed on your shoulder while trying to land.

The helicopter is heavy when landing. Worse then when you lifted off the ground. An equally heavy thunk announced you’re landing safely. As safely as can be given the situation.

“Why would you try this?” The man asks.

Completely turning in the pilot’s chair you can finally look at the man. White male, average height. Long brown hair and serious scruff this side of a beard. Everything about him can be described down into a file. A file that Mama Moira has more then once left out in kid’s reach.

“Are you Professor Charles Xavier?” You ask.

“You’re not answering my question.”

“And you’re not answering mine,”

He takes a second to swallow. “Yes, I’m Charles Xavier.”

“Professor Charles-?”

“Just-I’m just Charles Xavier.” He corrects before you’re able to finish. Yellow of annoyance is mixing with the orange of fear. More yellow then orange is coming out. “Why would you try something like this? Why are you putting yourself in danger?”

Being scolded like this was keeping you in, yet another, chair.

“I’m different. Like you, like the others kinda different. She says I can’t talk about it to anyone.” Charles did not need to be a mind reader to know you were referring to Moira. “I don’t belong here; I belong with you guys.”

“Why a helicopter? Why not a car?” He asks.

“I don’t know how to drive.”

It’s like watching a computer boot up. He starts by pressing his lips together and then laughing softly. Putting his head down into his hands, his body shaking a little as he softly. If it weren’t for the blue you’ve only seen a handful of times you’d assume he was crying.

It takes a second to collect himself enough to speak again. “You can’t-you can’t fly a helicopter, either.” He sputters out, laughing back into his hands.

“It was flying, I was flying it.” You didn’t really know this man, not really. His emotions were familiar, and his face was in the file. But now he was just some guy laughing at you.

“Yes, you’re right. I’m sorry,” He says. Coughing away one last laugh. “I just can’t understand your thought process about leaving.”

At some point you were going to have to explain yourself to somebody. In the event that you were caught before take off you’d stay quiet until Mama Moira came back. If you had been injured by hitting the wrong button and crashed the helicopter, you’d play the part of the poor curious child. Now, if the plan had completely succeeded and you made it to the mansion? That was a plan you had yet to make. Probably try and wing it.

Now that you were expected to explain everything in a manner of seconds everything was coming up blank. You have already the gist out, but where were the details?

“I’ve seen what you’ve already done for your mother; how you’ve helped her and this entire base. You don’t need to leave.” He says when you don’t respond.

“I don’t belong here,” It’s a reiteration of your most important point.

He’s two different shades of blue listening to you. The first blue of pride that was slapped back into the forefront of your memory and a second one. The second was pale, almost clear, a kind of sadness that you wouldn’t be able to understand enough to describe until you’re older. This blue hurt to pay too much attention to, tears peaking at your eyes from being too close. It’s better to stay by the first blue.

This color was a representation of an A plus report card brought home after nights at the kitchen table. It was what made the slight curve in his mouth nearing towards a smile. It reflected back onto you, bringing a smile that Charles saw and made his own expression drop.

“You don’t belong at the school, either. There’s no one there, it’s closed.” He confesses.

“What?” You asked.

“Everything is gone. There’s no one in the mansion anymore, it’s abandoned. Everyone has left.” He says this as the pale blue of sadness takes over the pride.

Your plan to land and become part of the mansion took an odd turn after hearing this. Instead thinking about what might have happened if your plan had completed. Landing at the mansion just to find no one there. It would have been heartbreaking to find the mansion without anyone there. How long would you have stayed before giving up?

When you don’t say anything he walks forward, talking calmly. “Your mother is a good woman. The best thing for you is to stay here. There is nothing for you with me.”

“Why are you here then?” You say this as a demand instead of a plea. Standing up to stare him in the eyes.

The pale blue has officially overtaken the pride. Tears on both your eyes are enough to end the conversation. The man who has suddenly appeared behind you disappears just as quickly. Leaving you alone as the base finally notices that a children just tried to steal a helicopter.