#Marvel's The Gifted

[nekoannie-chan]

Continue

Title: Continue.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men, The Gifted.

Pairing: Underground mutants.

Rating: Teen.

Word count: 595 words.

Warnings: Mention of characters death, run away, Sentinels.

Summary: You and the rest of the mutants are trying to survive to the “new” world.

A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover, Annie-1018 & square 1:

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us."

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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You kept running; the only thing on your minds was that you had to escape; if you didn't, then the Sentinels would catch them. You still didn't know what would happen if that happened; you had had no communication with anyone about what the Sentinels had caught.

The X-men no longer existed; now where would there be a safe place for mutants?

Finally, after a couple of hours, you found a place where you could hide. It did not seem very safe, so you had to make several modifications to be able to condition it and try to make it as close to the home you used to have as possible.

"I'm sorry about James," you said to John.

"He has always been like that; I knew that sooner or later he was going to sacrifice himself, but I didn't think that so soon...

"I know he was always trying to protect us; we have lost a great member...

"Am I interrupting something?" Lorna asked with a playful little smile.

"No, we were just remembering James," you answered, and the smile disappeared from Lorna's face.

"Do you need anything?" John questioned her after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Marcos and I were checking out the place; maybe we could set up here, but we will need to make some modifications so we can be safe," "Lorna informed.

"We also need to look for the others, as well as other mutants; we are all useful in some way or another."

Slowly, you were able to rehabilitate the place; it definitely didn't look anything like Mansion X, nor did you have the same technology, but none of that mattered; it was your home now.

You saw the old photos; that first place after you had to flee from the mansion no longer existed; the Sentinels had destroyed it. Not counting all the casualties, you had, you missed Sonia. Whenever you had nightmares, you went to her.

You were waiting for me to return from the confrontation against Reeva. It was indescribable what you felt when they started telling about Reed's sacrifice.

A couple of nights later, you reunited; the Sentinel program and the Accords had been cancelled, and the Purifiers were also being tried for your crimes.

You began to talk about what you were going to do—everything you would like to do—you were finally free, yet an emptiness was felt; without hesitation, you would have liked all mutants to be there and be able to live such bliss—all those you considered your family, the family that a few had taken from them.

"You know. I keep telling everybody they should move on and grow. Some do. But not us." John suddenly said

"I miss Mansion X and all the adventures we had..." you started to say, but your voice broke.

In the last five years, you had lived through horrible things—running away, hiding, and countless other things—and it seemed implausible to be able to have a relatively normal life or as close to what it was before all the chaos broke out.

"Well, now we can do whatever we want. Our Aurora will grow up happy and normal," Marcos commented.

"There's nothing normal about Dawn's parents," you whispered, causing everyone to laugh. You still didn't understand how Lorna had fallen in love with Marcos.

You kept joking until something distracted you.

"Y/N? Is something wrong?" Clarice called you.

"Steve Rogers is coming to get us," you said, still staring blankly.

"What does he want?" John questioned.

"Our help."

[chappellsroans]

#It's been months and I'm still grateful for this scene

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Marvel being iconic

Just a thought of where Marvels main brand is being the most girly pop hero in the jl.

Like all the JL are iconic and they have their fair share of fanmade edits, but Marvels are just elite. He is the IT girl, the one who will regularly do themed costume changes on random intervals, he calls it as he sees it and is very ACAB.

Examples of clips is when he brought a fidget spinner to a …

Or the fact he uses squiggly glitter pens every time people ask him to write things down

Or when during a UN conference, he was just side eyeing Adam the whole time. Bro is not subtle.

Or the fact that he literally dwarfs over the Justice League (not including Big Barta).

In any case, he’s litteraly a social media icon. And because of that, Batman gave him access of twitter. He becomes more popular. If you want to see how it goes, see this series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3296761

I love it so much, I reread it all the time.

Bonus:

Here’s one of the clips of Cap that made him viral. It’s of that time he found the suicide squad beating up the Joker.

SQ: …

Joker, beat up: …

Marvel, the only hero on scene: …

Marvel: oh no! An injured civilian

Riddler, who just wanted to go to Fawcette to riddle with some trolls: …

Riddler, mildly injured: … oh?.. Oh! .. OH THE PAIIIIIN

Police officer on scene: uh Captain… that’s the riddler

Marvel: Nuh uh, the Riddler has a green hat with a question mark and a cane. This fine gentleman is simply in a Green suit.

Harley Quinn, chocking the Joker: he’s a poor injured civilian

Riddler: yeah, I’m a poor injured civilian

Marvel, scoops riddler: up up and away

Police officer:

Reporter on scene:

SQ, still beating up the Joker:

Bonus 2:

Red Hood, somewhere: Something just happened

Oracle, already finding the source: oh tonight’s movie night is going to be amazing.

Signal: I’ll get the popcorn.

[flowers-poetry-poc]

Why does Marvel have this amnesia towards their projects pre Disney plus? Every year they’re talking about “gayest tv show yet” or “first gay character” like they didn’t have Karolina and Nico from Runaways in 2017 in an explicitly canon lesbian relationship.

And the fans are just as bad. The incels calling everything woke DEI nonsense when marvels shows c.2013-2019 were probably the best tv marvel has put out while also having quite diverse stories.

Now they purposely rate any female lead project poorly, purely because they expect less from women. But shows like Jessica Jones, Agent Carter, Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D were really popular when airing.

Marvel used to focus on Black stories, have disabled/ neurodivergent characters, explicitly queer charcters, conversations about rape and PTSD and more! So why have they forgotten that they made these high quality shows? And why are the fans now having such a negative reaction to anything that’s not white male lead?

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[nekoannie-chan]

Continuar

Título: Continuar.

Fandom: Marvel, X-men, The Gifted.

Pareja: Mutantes del subterráneo.

Clasificación: B15.

Palabras: 548 palabras.

Advertencias: Mención de muerte de personajes, huir, Centinelas.

Sinopsis: Tú y el resto de los mutantes están intentando sobrevivir a los “nuevos” tiempos.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Multifandom Flash Bingo Cards, Annie-1018, cuadro 1:

“Saben, sigo diciéndole a todos que deberían superarlo y continuar. Algunos lo hacen, pero nosotros no.”

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Seguían corriendo, lo único que tenían en la mente es que debían de escapar, si no lo hacían… si no lo hacían entonces los Centinelas los atraparían, aún no sabían lo que ocurriría si eso pasaba, no habían tenido comunicación con nadie de lo que estos habían atrapado.

Los X-men ya no existían, ¿ahora donde habría un lugar seguro para los mutantes?

Finalmente, después de un par de horas, habían encontrado un lugar donde pudieron esconderse, no parecía muy seguro, debían de hacer varias modificaciones para poder acondicionarlo e intentar que fuese lo más parecido al hogar que solían tener.

—Lamento lo de James —le dijiste a John.

—Él siempre ha sido así, sabía que tarde o temprano se iba a sacrificar, pero no creí que tan pronto…

—Lo sé, siempre buscaba protegernos, hemos perdido a un gran miembro…

—¿Interrumpo algo? —Lorna preguntó con una pequeña sonrisa juguetona.

—No, solo estábamos recordando a James —respondiste, la sonrisa desapareció del rostro de Lorna.

—¿Necesitas algo? —John cuestionó después de unos minutos de silencio incómodo.

—Marcos y yo estábamos revisando el lugar, tal vez podríamos establecernos aquí, pero necesitaremos hacer algunas modificaciones para que podamos estar a salvo —Lorna informó.

—También tenemos que buscar a los demás, así como otros mutantes, todos somos útiles de alguna forma u otra.

Poco a poco pudieron rehabilitar el lugar, definitivamente no se parecía nada a la Mansión X, ni tenían la misma tecnología, pero nada de eso importaba, ahora era su hogar.

Veías las fotos antiguas, aquel primer lugar después de que tuvieron que huir de la Mansión, ya no existía, lo habían destruido los Centinelas, sin contar todas las bajas que tuvieron, extrañabas a Sonia, siempre que tenías pesadillas acudías a ella.

Estaban esperando a que regresaran del enfrentamiento contra Reeva. Fue indescriptible lo que sentiste cuando comenzaron a contar acerca del sacrificio de Reed.

Un par de noches después se reunieron; el programa Centinela y los Acuerdos habían sido cancelados, los Purificadores también estaban siendo juzgados por sus crímenes.

Comenzaron a hablar sobre lo que iban a hacer, todo lo que les gustaría hacer, finalmente eran libres, no obstante, se sentía un vacío; sin dudar, les hubiese gustado que todos los mutantes estuviesen ahí y pudieran vivir tal dicha, a todos los que consideraban su familia, la familia que unos pocos les habían arrebatado.

—Saben, sigo diciéndole a todos que deberían superarlo y continuar. Algunos lo hacen, pero nosotros no —John dijo de pronto.

—Extraño la Mansión X y todas las aventuras que vivimos… —comenzaste a decir, sin embargo, tu voz se quebró.

En los últimos cinco años habían vivido cosas horribles, huido, escondido y un sinfín de cosas más, parecía inverosímil poder tener una vida relativamente normal o lo más parecida a lo que era antes de que todo el caos se desatara.

—Bueno, ahora podremos hacer lo que queramos. Nuestra Aurora crecerá feliz y normal —Marcos comentó.

—No hay nada normal en los papás de Dawn —susurraste, provocando que todos rieran, aún no entendías como era que Lorna se había enamorado de Marcos.

Siguieron bromeando hasta que algo te distrajo.

—¿T/N? ¿Pasa algo? —Clarice te llamó.

—Steve Rogers viene a buscarnos —dijiste aún con la mirada perdida.

—¿Qué es lo que quiere? —John cuestionó.

—Nuestra ayuda.

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Platonic Yandere - Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

You hated it here, even though you’ve been on campus for 20 minutes. Your parents didn’t trust you to control your abilities without guidance, so here you are, on a tour of the school.

Your parents dragged you along, talking eagerly with the headmaster, Charles Xavier, while you mope behind them. You kick at the pebbles in boredom as you walk along the path up to the stairs. Your parents ask to do a tour of the grounds first before going inside.

Your mother gives you a warning smile to catch up, you glare back at her. You don’t want to be here, you would rather be back at home where all of your memories and things are.

But after.. the incident.. your parents made the decision to send you here. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. To many people for your liking, to much that is unfamiliar. It makes your skin crawl and the anxiety well up in your chest at the idea of such a big change in a situation you have no control over.

You follow your parents and the headmaster as he gives a tour of the gardens, and your mother stops to take photos of every single flower. She loves to garden, you feel irritated by her behaviour. Thinking that she is doing this on purpose so that you have to be in the tour for longer.

“And that right there, is a tree my grandfather planted many a year ago.” Charles says, a big smile on his face as he reminisces about how he would spend his days under that tree. Your mother eats up his storytelling, you glance at the tree for a moment.

“That’s so sweet! What a wonderful property!” Your mother gushes, and Charles smiles. He looks over to you for a moment and smiles at you. You make no effort to recuperate the gesture. Charles doesn’t seem to take any offence.

Your mother lightly smacks you on the arm, scolding you for being rude to the nice man. You turn to look at your mother and father, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Be polite to Mr. Xavier, and fix your posture.” Your mother scolds, a smile on her have but annoyance in her eyes. Nothing is wrong with your posture, but she feels the need to remind you.

You don’t respond, and your mother huffs. Your father speaks to Charles.

“I apologize, she isn’t usually this unenthusiastic.” Your father talks to the man, as if you aren’t standing right next to them. You feel your irritation rise, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from lashing out.

“No need to apologize, we get kids like this all the time. Change can be very difficult.” Charles smiles at your parents then at you again. You feel a weird sensation in your head as he keeps talking to your parents about the property and all the activities that they offer.

You turn to the man, Charles, you just know that he is the cause of the weird feeling that he’s clouded your mind. You narrow your eyes at him and he smiles, the feeling disappears.

The tour continues, the property is large. It has tennis courts and an outdoor swimming pool in the back. Your parents tell him how you used to play tennis when you were younger, and all you feel is frustrated and upset. Do they know that you are right beside them?

You feel a pair of eyes on you, and you then your head towards the school building. You see a man with reddish hair and sunglasses in the second floor window. His arms are crossed as he looks out the window, you turn away. You are now hyper aware of your movements knowing someone is watching.

Finally, after about 45 minutes of touring around the outside gardens and recreation areas that the school offers, you follow yourparents and Charles into the school building through large wooden doors.

It’s a Saturday, so none of the kids have any classes. It’s mostly empty in the school building, except for some staff and the tour group. You dislike how echoey it is in the entryway.

“Please, follow me to my office. You told me on our email chain that there was an incident recently?” Charles asks, gesturing towards you as we ascend the stairs to the second floor where the man in sunglasses was. You reluctantly follow, your tolerance for this is beginning to decline rapidly.

On the way to Charles’s office, the group passes the man in the sunglasses from before. He smiles at you and your parents as you pass, giving Charles a quick greeting.

You can’t help but feel anxious, now that you know that the.. incident.. will be discussed very soon. The man in sunglasses tails along with the group. He introduces himself to your mother and father, firmly shaking both of their hands.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I am Scott Summers, I am the math teacher here.” He says, shaking hands with your father as they walk into Charles office.

“Oh, very good. Y/n over there sure could use some help with her math. It’s not her favourite subject.” Your father laughs with Scott, and you clench your teeth in irritation.

“Please, take a seat. I would like to discuss the matter at hand.” Charles offers your parents seats right in front of his desk while you sit on a chair against the wall, right beside the door.

Scott smiles at you, seemingly trying to lighten your mood a little bit as he closes the office door for privacy. You feel your heart rate increase as Charles asks my parents to explain what happened in detail. Scott takes the seat right beside you, you cross your arms over your chest.

“Well.. it was very sudden..” your mother starts, and you bounce your foot anxiously. She always was one for dramatics, you wonder if she will play the story up at all.

“She was.. well she in the basement by herself.” Your mother turns around to look at you, “you were reading, right?” You shrug at her question, to be honest, you don’t remember much of the.. incident.. but you remember enough to remember how stressful and traumatic it was.

Your mother sighs and she turns back around to face Charles. “Anyway.. I heard her screaming and I ran downstairs..”

You roll your eyes a little, does she have to tell him every single detail? Just tell him what you saw, mom..

“And she was glowing, and violently shaking.” You keep your eyes on the ground as she explains. Scott and Charles notice your behaviour but make no comment while your mother explains.. the incident..

“I thought she was having a seizure! I was about to run over to her but there was a big explosion! I had to go to the hospital!” Your mother is crying as she explains, this was months ago, but she remembers like it was yesterday.

Your mutation had somehow been triggered and you had sent a shockwave all around you, practically blowing the roof off of your house. And several hours after that, you where still crying. Scared, confused and guilty that you had hurt your mother. You screamed so loud all of the windows in your neighbourhood had shattered.

Charles looks very concerned and amazed by what your mother is describing. Charles was typing all of this down on his computer, making notes that he can refer to later if anything similar is to occur.

Scott looks down at you from where he is sitting beside you with a blank look on his face. He can feel the guilt and frustration rolling off of you, he wants to say something but knows that now is not the time.

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Loosely inspired by Bloody Mary by the lovely and talented @jubshead xoxo