#hank mccoy letters

[positivelybeastly]

Hank McCoy's entries from Heroic Age: X-Men, and Heroic Age: Heroes, a supplementary book of in-universe files about the state of the Marvel Universe in 2010. Written by Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, there are some fun tidbits to note here:

Hank's affiliations are Avengers, X-Men . . . and Wonder Man. Hmm.

Hank's quote from the X-Men handbook comes from X-Men: Endangered Species, after he attended the funeral of one of the last remaining 198 mutants left on Earth after the Decimation.

Maxed out Conscience and Wisdom kinda makes me want to break out into braying laughter. Is this book for fans or for writers? I feel like writers might want to read this.

I like that Steve points out that Hank is a silly goof, especially considering how you often go back and read 70s Avengers and Steve is just an asshole to Hank because he isn't all that serious about his work. I guess Steve only really learned to appreciate Hank's levity when he was gone, or as they grew older.

[leigh-mccoy]

I tested out a sack hat/ Cat Ear Hat crochet pattern for my cousin. Since i used blue yarn i slapped "Mccoy" on it because the hat reminded me of Hank's kitty ears lol

[arumidden]

Even more to add to the collection. Now including fan letters!

(X-Men (1963) #19, 40)

Compilation of Silver Age X-Men Sexism

(X-Men (1963) #17, 25, 36, 53, 57)

[awkward-walking-potato]

X-Men masterlist

Link to my marvel one - here

My requests are open!

Wolverine Masterlist

Deadpool Masterlist

Remy Lebeau

In sickness and in health - Request for Remy with his lady being sick?

Steady as a card in the wind - Gambit with a partner with anxiety

Jealous Remy - A guy starts flirting with reader at the bar and how he reacts

Clubbing with Gambit

Guess - Gambit returns to the woman he hurt, admitting his fear of commitment and asking for a chance to prove his love. Despite her lingering pain, she decides to give him one last chance, hopeful that this time might be different.

Under the Crescent Moon - Remy takes you to a drive in movie to see his favourite movie, Princess and the frog.

Trick or Treat - “I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

Playful Bites - gender neutral reader who likes to affectionately bite him

Remy comforting the reader after a nightmare

Prom Night pressure - Planning prom gets too much and causes you to overwork yourself

Hank Mccoy

Reassurance - reader has a panic attack and Hank comforts them

Quiet Moments in the Lab - reader who gets overwhelmed cause she has a similar mutation to Charles, and finds comfort in the quiet of the lab

Kurt Wagner

The midnight Visitor - It is just Kurt being the biggest kitty cat

Tangled hearts,Torn leather - Kurt with a Punk reader and they are very much sunshine and grumpy trope

In the blink of a heart - What Kurt would think about his shy gender neutral crush giving him a love letter before leaving quickly

Saved by Nightcrawler - Kurt saves your life on a mission so you save his

Pouting and fluff - Kurt comes in soaking wet and you have to dry him off

Swashbuckling - What happens when you watch pirates of the Caribbean with Kurt.

Shades of Us - Kurt with reader who has a physical mutation like himself

Kurt surprising his gender-neutral s/o by wrapping his tail around their waist in private

Kurt reacting to his gender neutral crush telling him that they admire how kind he is despite how much he had suffered in the past

Fuzzy Comforts - reader comes home drunk and immediately latches onto nightcrawler and starts calling him a teddy because of the fur

Shadows of devotion - Kurt x goth Mutant reader (whose power is smoke like turning herself into smoke or smoke like Illusions)

Drawn to you - Kurt ends up seeing the art that the reader makes

Whispers of Moonlight - Kurt makes friends with death

Discovering You Were in an Illegal Mutant Cage Fighting Ring

Reflections - the reader feels ugly and has been treated unkindly because of it and kurt helps them out

Charles Xavier

A gentle touch - Charles looks after a sick reader

Are you still busy? - reader who just keeps bothering him while he is working cause they want his attention and every one else is busy

Erik Lehnsherr

Beautiful Darkness - The reader has always felt like an outcast even with the other mutants till she meets Erik

Moonlit reflections - “I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.” Erik helps out a reader with a werewolf mutation

Comfort in the Darkness - Erik helps with reader see how beautiful her powers are

Scott Summers

headcanons for how Scott would support an S/O struggling with depression and mental health

An Easy Fix - When your car breaks down near the mansion Scott is there to help

Headcanons

Logan and Wade on Receiving a Love Letter from Their Shy, Gender-Neutral Crush

Gambit's on Receiving a Love Letter from His Shy, Gender-Neutral Crush

Remy, Logan, and Wade would think about his female s/o walking in on him

Remy, wade, and logan reacting to their s/o wearing lip plumping lip gloss

Remy, Logan, and Wade would think walking in on his female s/o

Remy, Logan, Wade, and Kurt on their Gender-Neutral S/O Asking to Hold Their Hand/Arm Before a Scary Halloween Movie

Headcanons: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) & Remy LeBeau (Gambit) with Siren!Reader

headcanons for how Storm, Magneto, and Nightcrawler would react to an S/O whose mutation isn’t combat-oriented and who feels insecure or weak compared to the others

headcanons for how Kurt and Scott would react to having an S/O with a "sunshine aura":

Scott Summers (Cyclops), Charles Xavier (Professor X), and Magneto might react to a reader with a powerful and versatile mutation who feels undercoordinated

Scott (Cyclops), Remy (Gambit), and Logan (Wolverine) would react to rescuing a reader who had been trapped in an illegal mutant fighting ring

Remy (Gambit), Wade (Deadpool), and Logan (Wolverine) would react to their shy, gender-neutral crush whispering a confession in their ear

Remy, Wade, and Logan might react and feel about a gender-neutral S/O who always makes sure to tell them "I love you" whenever possible

headcanons for a polyamorous relationship between Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Logan (Wolverine), and their gender-neutral s/o who acts as a mediator and the voice of reason

Kurt, Emma, and Scott with a reader that’s a little off-putting? They’re mostly harmless but them not making a sound still gives people a start.

Remy, poly Wade, and Logan would think about his shy gender neutral s/o asking him to kiss his forehead in hopes that he would feel loved

Remy, poly Wade, and Logan would think about his gender neutral s/o telling him that they haven't calmed down from the disagreement/arguement so they want to sleep separately

Remy (Gambit), Logan (Wolverine), and Kurt (Nightcrawler) might react to an S/O who often depreciates themselves

[writers-requiem]

Title: Back Home in Your Arms

Genere: Marvel, Superheroes, Comfort

Pairing: Beast x superhero!Reader

Warnings: Blood, descriptions of graphic injury, depictions of anxiety attacks, emotional breakdown

Rating: E10+ for Everyone 10 and up.

It was a quiet day. Or at least, that's what he told himself.

You had been away for days on end for a business trip to Chicago, and you both expected your return to be in just a week.

But then a week turned into two, then three plus some days. All the while his anxiety began to grow higher and higher.

To summarize what happened with Hank during the extra time you were gone, let's get descriptive.

Day 1: You both had assumed that your flight was simply delayed so didn't think much of it. So you went about doing your usual things to pass the time until the day concluded.

Day 2: He felt a little on edge, but not too terribly worried. Still, he sent you a text to make sure you were alright. After a few hours of no reply, his anxiety began to grow, but it was still manageable.

Days 3-4: He tried to call you over and over during his downtime, to which he got no response of any sort other than silence.

Days 5-7: His condition was visibly getting worse. He ate less and slept barely any at all. And even if he did sleep, he'd have frequent nightmares about what may have happened to you. Were you cheating on him? Was someone taking advantage of you? Did someone kidnap you? All these questions in his head made him uneasy.

Days 8-10: It's really getting bad, his figure has slimmed down at an alarming rate, the bags under his eyes are heavier than ever, and he can barely even do his usual tasks without his arms shaking or losing his grip. Not to mention his vision is getting worse, not even glasses help him.

Days 11-14: Now Hank is at his most vulnerable. He's holed up in his room, wracked with worry. His sanity is beginning to slip from fear, his heart rate is through the roof, eyes reddened from the seemingly endless hours of either silent or open crying. The others were already worried about him, but now their concerns are at an all-time high. Even before then, they had tried to trace your location to see where you were and what was going on so he could calm down a little, but nothing turned up.

Day 15: Half a month later and still no news. His room is trashed, his mood now only ranges from sad, to frightened. It's not a pretty sight.

A day later and there's a knock on the door.

Logan answers it and sees a slightly familiar face.

Logan: "He's not looking too good. You should see for yourself."

He led you to his room which had a name tag that read "Hank McCoy" in gold lettering.

Logan left you alone and you entered the room, noticing the state of disarray it was in, and the crumpled blue furry man on the ground, crunched up in the fetal position.

You: "Hank?"

You placed a hand on his head, causing him to jolt up and look at you.

It takes a couple minutes of him looking you over, feeling your skin and even sniffing your hair and the crook of your neck, but eventually, he realizes that it's you.

He's quick to embrace you, forgetting his own strength in spite of his condition. Still, you didn't mind. You were just happy to see him again. But his face was still wracked with worry. Your clothes were torn, and your body was covered in scratches, bruises, a black eye, deep cuts and lots of blood.

Hank: "Where have you been? What happened? Are you okay? Who hurt you? When did you-"

During his torrent of questions, you soothed his soul with a gentle kiss on the lips.

He closed his eyes and held you a bit more gently than previously. Then he pulled you in for another hug and showed no signs of letting you go.

You: "Long story short, supervillains interrupted the trip which made us late for our flights home, so I needed to hitch a few rides back here."

You took a look at the room around you and remarked how uncharacteristically messy it was.

You: "But it looks like you've been through a hell of your own."

Hank: "All that matters is that we're here. Home in our arms."

Afterwards the two of you took a shower to clean each other off after the past few days of chaos, then you slept together on the couch, the best sleep either of you have had in days. And come the next day, you spent it cleaning up his room and making sure he took care of himself. Meaning making sure he had plenty to eat and drink, getting in some exercise, and taking plenty of breaks. And in record time, he was back to his usual self.

You: "Now remember, if this happens again Hank, don't worry about me. I may not have powers, but I won't go down that easy."

Hank: "I know. Sorry love."

You two shared a kiss and just sat together in his lab, you snuggled up against him while he got back to work on his projects.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Christmas/Holidays/New Year's Eve Masterlist

In the mood for some winter fluff? Look no further than these curated picks from my collection.

General Winter Imagines

Arthur Curry x Reader

Sweater Weather - Fluff

When it gets colder outside, the king of the sea loans you his sweater.

Jack Frost x Reader

Snowflake - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Your soulmark is a snowflake, and thus, winter easily became your favorite season. However, you have a good feeling about winter this year, a tingly feeling that makes your mark glow...

Tired of Gray - Fluff, Soulmate AU

It’s Christmas time and you’re just about sick of your gray, gray world. Luckily, your soulmate is known to visit in the winter.

Christmas/Holiday Imagines

Bernard the Elf x Reader

The Way it Was Before - Alternate Universe, Bernard exists during Escape Clause Plot, Magic!Reader, a light angst, a lot of fluff.

Something is VERY wrong this Christmas, and it seems you’re the only person in the world who remembers the way things were before. Well, almost the only person. It’s up to you and the Head Elf to save the day before Jack’s wish becomes irreversible.

Home for the Holidays - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

When you come home for Christmas, Bernard realizes that you’re the reincarnation of someone very dear to him.

All I Want For Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

Being Santa Claus’ daughter, it was only inevitable that you’d catch feelings for his head elf…

Dear Santa… - Fluff, Writer Elf!Reader

The writing department has been especially short on elves this year, and this means you find yourself responsible for writing a whole bunch of letters. Luckily, the head elf has his eye on you.

Druig x Reader

Merry Little Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, GN! Reader

Christmas with the Eternals is a little extra special this year because of a certain mind-controlling telepath…

Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Real - Fluff, Christmas

After arriving back in your living room, you’re startled to find out that the previous night was real, Mouse King, Nutcracker, and all.

Home - Fluff, Christmas

The locket is supposed to take you home, but in your heart, you know you’re already there.

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Time Travel

You discover a time-traveling wormhole in your closet and a hot guy from the 80′s on the other side of it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

The Nutcracker - Fluff, Ballerina!Reader

When your winter recital finally comes around, Steve is more than happy to support you.

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men. 

New Year's Eve Kisses

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2017 - Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2020 - Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2021 - Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2022 - Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2023 - Roronoa Zoro, Barbie, Jaime Reyes, Hank McCoy, Sasappis

[hoodoo12]

Pink Roses, Bruised

Hey guess what? If you've stuck with me for a while you know I occasionally shift gears and write 'other stuff'. An old fandom has come back in a way that hit me like a truck, so here's some Hank McCoy/Beast from the X-men.

SFW bordering on mature; no particular iteration of Beast in mind, just big, blue and furry. Smartest guy in the room, but also the biggest idiot.

Enjoy!

Hank knocks on your door gently, holding a bouquet of roses with an apologetic expression.

You clench you jaw. Your eyes are dry, your throat is raw. You wish you could say you were done being sad but it ambushes you occasionally. The sadness vacillates with burning rage. That's the emotion that jumps to the forefront; it's the one that is making your teeth grind at the soft knock at the door.

In three steps your hand is on the doorknob. You yank it open hard enough that it slips from your grip and slams into the wall behind it. The plaster of the wall cracks. You don't fucking care.

"What do you want?" you snarl at Hank.

Hank is taken aback by the force with which you open the door. He wasn't expecting a warm welcome but he definitely didn't expect this.

"Wow. Taking your feelings out on an innocent wall,” he remarks in a dry manner as he peeks around the door to examine the dent left in the wall.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you spit. "What do you want, Doctor McCoy?"

Hank's eyes narrow at your tone, his initial look of surprise quickly fading into annoyance. He tightens his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"I'm here to talk, can I come in?"

"No. No you can't. Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it right there in the hallway."

Hank bites the inside of his cheek. He takes a deep breath and nods in agreement.

"Very well then . . ." He pauses and considers his words carefully. He doesn't want to make things worse by saying the wrong thing. "You probably know why I'm here . . ."

As if this is a casual conversation, you lean against the doorframe. You’re feeling petty and vindictive. You want him to hurt as much as you do.

"Actually no I don't. Please spell it out for me, Doctor McCoy. Explain it to me like I'm five. You're always the smartest man in the room, so dumb it down for me."

Hank's patience is wearing thin, the condescending way you speak to him setting his teeth on edge. He takes a moment before he responds, trying to keep his irritation in check.

"You know very well why I'm here, love," he says in a stern tone. "I came here to talk about us."

Your knee-jerk reaction is to bark a laugh. "Love? You fucking have the audacity to call me 'love'?" You wave your hand dismissively towards him. "Of course you do! You're the brilliant Doctor Henry McCoy. Everyone else is beneath you."

You laugh bitterly again at your own choice of words.

"That was certainly true when you fucking slept with that twenty year old, wasn't it?!"

Those words hit Hank like a punch to the gut. He winces and takes a sharp breath in, feeling a pang of guilt and shame wash over him. He lowers his eyes to the ground, unable to meet your gaze.

"It wasn't like that," he protests weakly, his voice filled with remorse. "I . . . I made a mistake."

"It wasn't like that?" you mock, refusing to drop your eyes from him. "The pompous Doctor McCoy admitting he made a mistake? It's a red letter day! So tell me, Doctor, how did you possibly find yourself in bed with her? Did she seduce you? Trick you? Roofie you? Were you drunk? Or did you just think it was your right, that you deserved it because she was young and pretty?"

Hank's misplaced irritation melts away as your accusations hit him like a wave. He looks genuinely hurt and ashamed as he struggles to find the right words.

"I . . . I never meant for it to happen. I wasn't thinking clearly, I was in a dark place, and . . . she was there. She was young and beautiful and . . . and I lost my way."

He takes a step forward, his voice trembling with emotion.

"I know it doesn't excuse what I did, but I swear to God, I never meant to hurt you."

It was your choice to not let him into your apartment so the two of you could have this conversation in private. Your hurt and rage boils over and you shout,

"If you never meant to hurt me you would have told me about fucking her! Instead I find out from her goddamn Tik Tok account with the video of you in her fucking bed!"

Your voice echoes down the hall. The rest of the place becomes eerily quiet, as if anyone in the nearby vicinity is suddenly pretending to be deaf or dead.

Hank's eyes widen in shock, the color draining from his face as he pales at the mention of the Tik Tok video. He looks mortified, both at the reminder of his transgression and at the fact that others heard your outburst.

"Y-you . . . you saw the video?" he stammers, his voice trembling with fear. He hadn't expected you to have seen it.

"YES I SAW THE VIDEO," you shriek. "People sent it to me! They tagged me in it!"

The video, that damn video, plays on repeat in your mind's eye. The young blonde woman, smiling beautifully into her camera, her hair mussed and the sheets pulled up to just over her breasts. The way she turns her phone to Hank, lounging beside her, a lazy grin on his face. You’re intimately familiar with that smile; it's the one that he has after a particularly satisfying roll in the hay. Her phone pans down him, showcasing his muscular torso. The sheets--it's clear this is no mere hotel room, but her own bed--are bunched dangerously low on his hips. He is clearly nude, and a distinctive wet smear is on the fur on his pubic bone.

The woman's hand enters the screen, reaching for the sheets covering him. Just as she begins to lift them, Hank's larger hand takes her wrist and he pulls her over, on top of him.

"Ready for round two?" his rich voice asks, then the video cuts out.

The post was entitled, "I ba(n)gged an X-man!"

Hank cringes at the memory, his face flushing with shame. He can't meet your gaze, he feels like he's about to be physically sick. The mention of people sending the video to you and tagging you in it makes it even worse. He can't imagine how much that must have hurt.

"Oh God, they . . . they tagged you in the video? I never . . . I didn't even think about that," he mutters, his voice shaking with guilt.

Despite your anger, you slump. "Of course they did," you whisper. "They thought it was funny. I'm just a joke, thinking that I could have a relationship--a real relationship!--with someone out of my league like you."

Hank's heart sinks as you speak, the pain and hurt in your voice like a dagger to his chest.

"You're not a joke," he says firmly, his voice filled with remorse and regret. "You're an incredible person, and I was a damn fool for mistreating you."

He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you, and gently reaches out to touch your face.

"Please, love, I'm so sorry . . ."

It's so painful to have him touch you. You want it so badly. You miss it. You miss him. But you can't help flinching away from his hand.

You’d have thought that you couldn't produce any more tears, but here they are again, flooding your eyes and streaming down your red and swollen cheeks.

"W-w-why did you do that?" you stutter. "Why did you sleep with her, Hank?!"

Hank's heart clenches in his chest at your flinching away from his touch. He drops his hand, his eyes filled with sorrow and remorse. He takes a shuddered breath, forcing himself to speak and explain himself.

"I . . . I don't know . . . I wasn't really drunk, I just wasn't thinking straight," he says, his voice quavering with emotion. "I was having a rough time and she was just . . . there. It was a moment of weakness and I made a terrible mistake."

It hurts. You hurt. You knew he had a hard time at the conference. It was all over the news: him being confronted by anti-mutant protesters not only on the street but during his lecture. It couldn't have been easy, defending himself and his work while being screamed at and treated less than human.

"You should have called me," you croak. "I would have talked to you, comforted you . . . hell, sexted with you if that was what you needed. Instead you turned to some pretty young thing who used you for followers! For clout!"

Hank's eyes widen as realization dawns on his face. You're right, he should have called you. You had always been there for him in any way he needed. Instead, he had turned to a stranger, someone who didn't care about him . . .

"I didn't . . . I didn't think . . . " he stutters, his voice thick with regret. "I made a stupid mistake. I should have called you. I'm so sorry, love, I'm so goddamn sorry."

You shake your head at his apology.

"It's too late now, Hank."

Hank's heart sinks as you dismiss his apology. He takes a step forward, desperation in his eyes and voice.

"It's not too late," he pleads, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll do anything, please. Just . . . just give me a chance to make it right, to prove to you how much I care about you, how much I . . . love you."

It hurts. His begging, his desperation, the tears you can see beginning to collect in his eyes. You don't want your relationship to be over, but you also can't get the image of him in that woman's bed out of your mind's eye.

"I love you t-too, Hank," you stutter as your own tears begin to fall. "That's what makes this so hard!"

Hank's chest tightens as he sees the pain and anguish on your face. He wants nothing more than to hold you, to hold you in his arms and make all the hurt go away. But he knows he doesn't have that right anymore, not after what he did.

"I know it's hard," he says quietly, taking another step forward. "And I promise you, I'll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness, to earn your trust back . . ."

Suddenly you can't catch your breath. Hank has taken another step closer. Your body aches to be held by him again. You miss him.

"I can't stop seeing you with her!" you sob. Roughly you wipe your hand over your eyes. "It's all I can think about . . . !"

Hank's heart clenches at the sight of you sobbing and struggling to breathe. He hates himself more than anything for causing you so much pain and heartbreak. He wants to hold you, to comfort you, but he doesn't know if you'll accept his touch.

"I-I know, love," he murmurs, his voice thick with regret. "But please, I swear to you, it was a mistake. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to . . . to betray you like that . . ."

You can't form any more words. Not angry, not accusatory, not disbelief, not sad. You simply weep. Your knees give out and you sink to the floor, leaning against the doorframe.

Hank's eyes widen in alarm as you collapse to the floor. He drops the bouquet he’d brought, immediately rushing to your side, dropping to his knees beside you and reaching out to touch you, to offer comfort. But he hesitates, unsure if you'll allow it, unsure if his touch will further upset you.

"Please, love, let me help you. Please, let me hold you . . ."

You still can't speak. Sobs wrack your body so hard your ribs ache. Hank is so close his fur brushes against you and you can feel the warmth of his hand. Because you miss him so much, you lean into him.

You feel weak and foolish but you are also comforted by his presence.

Hank's heart breaks. He can't bear seeing you like this, the hurt and pain caused by his own actions tearing him apart. He gathers you into his arms, pulling you tightly against his chest. His hand smooths your hair, while the other wraps around your back, holding you close. He closes his eyes, allowing himself the small comfort of holding you again.

You have always loved that Hank was large enough to make you feel protected in his embrace. It pains you that you still feel that way being held by him now, even with the betrayal.

You allow yourself to just be for a moment. His familiar scent fills your lungs and you give a shaky sigh.

"I guess you can come in," you whisper into his chest. "We need to talk more."

Hank's heart leaps at your words. He didn't expect you to allow him into your apartment, let alone to talk and possibly reconcile with him. He nods silently, holding you impossibly closer to his chest, almost as if he's afraid to let go and risk losing you again.

"Thank you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. He takes a moment to compose himself before slowly standing, lifting you in his arms as he does so.

He slowly rises to his feet, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you into the living room, as if you weigh nothing at all. He gently sits down on the couch, keeping you on his lap, his arms still wrapped around you. That wasn't the first time Hank has carried you into this room and continued to hold you against him. In fact, there have been times you asked for it, clinging to him and peppering his jaw, neck, and chest with kisses.

Once again you’re conflicted; this is familiar, comfortable, and ripe with good memories, but the betrayal is branded into you.

Hank holds you close, his arms encircling your waist as his thumbs brush against the side of your hips. He can feel the familiar curves of your body, the same body he has held close to him so many times before. It brings both comfort and pain; comfort in the familiarity and the memories, and pain in knowing that he was the one to break it and cause this hurt.

He gently nuzzles his nose against your hair, taking in your scent, trying to take comfort from the familiar and yet aching at the loss. He takes a deep breath, bracing himself to address what needs to be said.

Hank sits in silence for a moment, holding you close, his thumbs tracing small circles along the sensitive skin of your hips. He can feel you trembling in his arms, the hurt and pain of his betrayal still fresh and raw. Finally, he takes a deep breath and finds the courage to speak.

"I . . . I know words won't ever be enough to make up for what I did," he says quietly, his voice heavy with remorse. "The pain I've caused you, the trust I've broken . . . there's no excuse."

Fresh tears burn your eyes. Bitterly you lash out.

"No there's not. You were selfish and fucking thinking with your dick! And you know what? You know what?! I fucking hate that I feel bad that you feel bad. How fucking stupid is that? I'm so damn attached to you that you feeling guilty--which you should be!--makes me want to comfort you!"

Hank flinches at your harsh words, his heart clenching in his chest at the anger and hurt in your voice. You're right; he deserved this. He deserves the pain, he deserves the guilt, he deserves the anger and the hate. It doesn't make it any easier to hear these words from you, though. Not when he cares about you so much.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He opens his mouth to respond, but the words catch in his throat. Instead, he simply nods, accepting your anger and your pain and knowing that he deserves every bit of it.

Your breath becomes shorter. Choppier. Closer and closer to hyperventilation. You can't seem to focus enough to calm down.

Hank's eyes widen in alarm as you begin to hyperventilate. He recognizes the signs of a panic attack or something similar, and his heart aches at realizing he's the cause of it. He gently tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. His hand slowly starts to run up and down your back, in a soothing, circular motion. His voice is low and gentle as he speaks.

"Hey, hey, love," he murmurs, his voice as steady as he can manage. "Easy, love. Try and slow your breathing. Just focus on me for a moment, alright? Focus on my voice, okay? Just breathe with me. Inhale . . . exhale . . . slowly and steadily."

If you had the strength and the breath to reply, you would. Then again, it is probably for the best you can't because all you still want to do is scream at and curse him.

Your dizziness grows. Your finger tips--no, your hands--feel numb. Your left hand develops a tremor that you can't control.

"I need you to try and stay with me, okay? Just focus on my voice. Slow, deep breaths. In and out. Slowly, love, slowly. You're okay. You're safe. I've got you," Hank continues to ramble. "Stay with me, love. You need to slow your breathing. If you keep hyperventilating like this, you'll pass out. I need you to breathe with me. Inhale . . . Exhale . . ."

The trembling in your body increases, and he holds you more securely, his mind racing with concern and helplessness. He can see the panic and distress in your eyes, and his heart clenches in his chest. He tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks. His hand continues to gently rub your back in slow, soothing motions.

You don't realize how light-headed you've become until you swoon. Somehow you manage to stay upright even as the room twists on its axis. Hank sounds like he is far away, at the end of a long tunnel.

"Inhale . . . exhale . . . inhale . . . "

His deep voice helps. So does him pressing your palm on his chest to demonstrate the slower cadence of his breathing. For the moment your anger is eclipsed by the effort to not succumb to a full-blown panic attack. You work on mimicking the rise and fall of Hank’s chest.

"That's it, love. You're doing so well. Just keep breathing with me. Focus me. On my chest. Slow and steady. Inhale . . . Exhale . . . Inhale . . . Exhale . . ."

Hank's voice flickered in and out; sometimes you could hear him clearly, other times he sounded muffled, but that was all due to the rushing sound in your ears. His large hand splayed open on your back while the other kept yours on his chest helped ground you.

It took almost a quarter of an hour before your heart stopped racing, your breathing regulated, and you feel more in control again. You're exhausted from the sheer flux of emotions you've gone through: rage, disappointment, sorrow, panic.

Hank still kept you close.

Hank continues to hold you tightly against him, his body cradling you in a gentle, protective embrace. He can feel your tremors beginning to subside, and your breath is slowly becoming steadier and more controlled. His hand continues to rub slow, soothing circles on your back, while his other hand keeps your hand over his chest, allowing you to feel the steady rise and fall of it.

"You've done so well, love," he murmurs quietly, his voice soft and tender. Despite the situation and the emotions running high, he smiles slightly, relieved to see you steadier.

You nodded. Your throat is parched and your ribcage ached from the abuse it went through. You slumped against Hank's chest. It felt natural to be held by him; it was a common position for you. His soft praise and support slowed as you calmed. He released your hand. You kept it on his chest even without him holding it to his sternum.

Hank stays steady as you slowly slump against his chest, your body exhausted from the attack. His hand continued to gently run up and down your spine. Despite the circumstances, he can't help but feel a pang of familiarity and comfort, the position so natural to him.

Your hand on his chest, your fingers lingering there without his prompting, is warm. He smiles slightly, and gently runs his thumb over your cheek, his touch lingering there before moving to brush your chin.

With his now free hand he tucked two fingers under your jaw and lifted your face.

His eyes linger on your lips for a moment. Even now, after all the pain and hurt he's caused you, they still draw him in. He can't help the wave of longing and desire that washes over him, the need to reconnect with you, even if it's just for a moment. He leaned in, ducked his own head, and gently captures your lips with his own in a tender, almost reverent kiss.

He holds the kiss for a moment. Just a gentle, soft press of his lips on yours. He can feel the tension in your body, the aftermath of the panic attack and your hurt and anger. But, for a moment, he pretends that all of that is gone, that everything is normal and okay between you. He gently continues the kiss, his tongue lightly tracing along the seam of your lips, asking for permission to deepen it further.

For a second, for a moment, everything was right in the world. In this familiar space, feeling safe, Hank's mouth on yours. His heart beginning to pound heavily under your palm. The tip of his tongue exploring your lips. His broad hand tightening every so slightly on your back, pulling you in to him.

For a second, for a moment, you melt. You want this. It's good.

Then, unbidden, the image of Hank's delighted grin in that other woman's bed flashes in your mind's eye. You flinch, which jerks you away from the sweetness of his mouth.

Your breath ratchets again, and you actively shove against him; pushing him back into the couch cushion while you almost go off the ends of his knees.

"What the fuck, Hank?!" you spit. "Now you're just taking advantage of me?!"

Hank's heart leaps in his chest as you respond to his kiss, melting against him. His hand tightens on your back, pulling you in closer, feeling the familiar heat and comfort of your body against his. But then, just as suddenly, you pull away, your body tensing under his touch. Before he can even open his mouth to speak, you're shoving him away, your voice filled with anger and hurt.

"Taking advantage?" Hank echoes, his own voice sharp and wounded. "I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I just--"

He trails off, the words dying in his throat. He rakes a hand through his hair, the frustration and helplessness visible in his eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his own emotions, but it's difficult to keep them in check.

"I just . . . I want to be close to you," he mutters, "I want to hold you, to touch you, to be with you. I miss you, love. I miss us."

You shake your head, trying to formulate some response through the maelstrom still raging inside you.

"I'm not trying to take advantage of you,” he tries again, his voice low and strained. “I was kissing you. It's what couples do. And you . . . you were responding, love. You weren't pulling away, you weren't fighting me off. You were . . . returning the kiss. Enjoying it."

Your head swings again. He’s twisting things, and it’s confusing.

"Why are you shaking your head? You were responding to the kiss," he repeats, his voice growing more insistent. "You weren't pushing me away, love. You were . . . you were kissing me back. I felt it.

"You can't deny that. You can't deny how you were responding to me,” he presses.

New tears well in your eyes. You look up at his face. Meet his blue eyes. Overwhelming sorrow engulfs you.

"Say something, love. Yell at me. Hit me. Anything," he pleads, his voice almost a whisper. "Just . . . stop looking at me like that."

"You need to leave." Your voice is barely more than a breath. Any louder, and it would crack.

Hank flinches as if you had slapped him; your words a physical blow. He stares down at you in shocked silence. It's not what he wanted to hear. Not even close.

"What? No. I'm not leaving," he protests, his voice firm. He reaches out to touch you again, his hand gentle on your arm. "Love, please, I just want to talk to you, to fix this-"

"I don't think this can be fixed, Hank."

Your tears don't fall. As a matter of fact, they aren't even there any longer. It's as if your body reabsorbed them. There's a different kind of numbness in you now. You’re able to look at him more easily. The shock on his face doesn't register to you.

Hank stares at you, a sense of mounting dread forming in his gut. It's all so far from the person he knew and loved. The blankness in your eyes, the flatness in your voice, the absence of tears. It's like you've shut down, closed off from everything. Even from him.

"Love, don't say that," he protests desperately, his grip on your arm tightening just slightly. His eyes search your face, searching for any hint of what you're feeling, any glimpse of emotion in your steely gaze. "You don't mean that. This can be fixed. We can be fixed."

His words, his touch--all the pleading . . . it has no effect on you. Maybe previously you would have argued back. Been passionate. Raged. But now, there's nothing. You feel empty.

"You need to leave," you repeat.

This time you extract yourself from his lap.

Hank watches with a mixture of astonishment and fear as you extract yourself from his lap. He reaches out instinctively, trying to catch you, only for his fingers to close around empty air as you pull away.

"No, I'm not leaving," he protests again, scrambling to his feet. "I'm not going anywhere. I can't leave you like this, love. I can't--I can't leave you. We need to figure this out."

He runs a hand through his hair, his mind racing to find a way to reach you, to get through the wall you've put up.

You look up at him dispassionately. "No."

Without a backward glance at him you walk towards the door, scooping up the roses he'd brought with him as a peace offering. Several of the flowers have been bruised from the fall they took when Hank dropped them to attend to you, their pale pink petals creased with brown.

You press the bouquet back into his hands.

“They can't be fixed," you said, drawing your fingers over the worst of the bunch. "This one . . . it looks like my heart."

Hank watches in stunned silence as you walk towards the door, retrieving the flowers he brought with him. When you hand them back, he takes them dumbly.

Hank looks down at the roses, his heart aching. You're right; they're broken and battered, their vibrant colors now marred with dirt and the ugly brown of crushed petals. They're a stark representation of what your relationship has become. Bruised, battered, and broken. No longer the tender, beautiful love that you had shared.

He swallows hard, his eyes going to yours again, desperation etched on his face. He can't believe this is happening, that this is how it all ends -- with broken flowers and your cold, distant gaze. He swallows again, his throat tight with the weight of his emotions.

"Love, please," he pleads.

You open the door. "Good bye, Hank."

Hank stands there, frozen to the spot as the door swings free of its latch. It feels like a scene from a nightmare. This can't be happening. This can't be how it ends. Not after all the two of you had been through together.

He takes a small step towards you, his hands clutching the flowers tightly.

"No, love, no, please," he protests, his voice breaking. Even to his own ears, his voice sounds weak. "Please don't do this. Please don't shut me out. We can fix this, we can work through this, we can--"

"You did this," you remind him. Somehow your voice is gentle.

Hank flinches again. You're right; he did this. He hurt you, he broke your trust, he broke your relationship. The memory of the her bedroom, of that woman--that stranger--in his arms . . . he knows deep down that you're right. This is all his fault. He's the one who broke you, broke the love you had for each other. And now he's standing here, holding a bunch of flowers, as if they could make up for his infidelity.

He swallows again, his eyes fixed on your face, looking for any sign of forgiveness, any hint that this doesn't have to be the end.

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

You nod to show you heard him and continue to wait patiently beside the open door.

Hank's heart twists at your silent nod. His words are not enough. He opens his mouth to speak again, to offer more excuses, more apologies, anything you want or need to hear. Every ounce of his being wants to step closer to you, to hold you, to beg you for forgiveness, to plead for a second chance.

He looks down at the flowers again, their damaged petals a mockery of their former beauty.

With a small nod of his own, Hank takes another step towards the door, every movement feeling like a dagger through his heart. He steps out into the hallway, the doorway now separating you and him like a chasm.

You almost speak again. You want to. It's just behind your teeth to tell him you love him, but your throat has once again closed up. It's getting difficult to take a full breath again. Hank turns once he is in the hallway, looking back at you. You drop your gaze and close the door on him.

Hank stands outside your door for a moment. Part of him is still hoping, still praying that you'll open the door again and take him back inside. That you'll come to him and tell him you want to try again, that you can forgive his mistakes. He can't bring himself to walk away just yet. But with each passing second, the reality of the situation becomes more and more clear. The flowers are still clutched in his hand, their broken stems and petals reminding him once again of the damage he's done.

The door remains closed.

His heart aches with the realization that he's lost you. He's lost the person he loves. He's lost everything. And it's all his fault.

fin.

[ariel-seagull-wings]

CARLY ANNE CROCKER: HEADCANONS

@thealmightyemprex

@moonshinenum @exoticb-utters @positivelybeastly @voxxgrimly

01º Carly was born and grew up in Hannibal, Missouri; 

02º Her father, Carter, was a firefighter, and the family of her late mother, Enid, owned a diner;

03º Became blind as an infant due to congenital glaucoma;

04º Was homeschooled until the age of eight years old;

05º After retiring from the Fire Department, her father became the new owner and manager of his wife’s family diner, working on management duties while friends and in-law relatives work in the kitchen and serving tables;

06º Her father wanted her to go to college in Saint Louis or Kansas City, but Carly always dreamed of going to college in New York, and her mother was supportive of her independence;

07º Came to live in New York at age seventeen when she applied for college;

08º Majored in Drama and English in Vassar College, and Law and Education in New York University;

09º Is a professional actress, storyteller and puppeteer;

10º Carly was twenty three years old when her mother died;

11º At the age of twenty seven, she received the surgery that cured her blindness;

12º Overalls, dungarees and jumpsuits are her favorite pieces of clothing;

13º Has German and Irish ancestry on her father’s side, and French-Canadian (Acadian) ancestry on her mother’s side;

14º Can be conversational in french;

15º Is a fan of the fairy tale radio anthology series Let’s Pretend;

16º At the time she was a patient in the hospital for the blind, Carly started to bond with Hank McCoy when she told him she was from Hannibal, and he referred to it as “the city of Mark Twain.” 

17º From that moment onward, they started a conversation about the Twain family, Joseph Médard Carrière, Rosemary Hyde Thomas, Marie Campbell, Washington Irving, L. Frank Baum, Tall Tales, Walt Disney and Americana;

18º Makes volunteer work as a theater educator, puppeteer and storyteller in several shelters and hospitals for blind people, as a way to give people the same support she received when she was blind;

19º Is bisexual;

20º Uses her knowledge of Law and Education to become an activist for Disabled, LGBTQIA+ and Mutant Rights;

21º Cheese based dishes are her comfort food;

22º Loves both cats and dogs;

23º Her Zodiac Signs is Libra; 

24º Her favorite Shakespeare plays are Measure for Measure, Troilus and Cressida, Love’s Labour's Lost, Much Ado About Nothing, Twelfth Night, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear, A Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Tempest;

25º Her favorite books are: Tales from the French Folk-Lore of Missouri, It’s Good to Tell You: French Folktales from Missouri, Tales from the Cloud Walking Country, The Last Unicorn, The Once and Future King, The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Father Christmas Letters, Bambi a Life in the Woods, Bambi’s Children, Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus, Watership Down, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Les Miserables, The One Thousand and One Nights, The Canterbury Tales, The Decameron, The Life and Adventures of Santa Claus, The Sea Fairies, Sky Island, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, The Diaries of Adam and Eve, The Mysterious Stranger, Fairy Tales, New Tales, or Fairies in Fashion, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories and Stories or Tales from Past Times, with Morals;

26º Her favorite colors are Green, Red, Pink, Violet and Blue;

27º Carly’s favorite flowers are myrtle, rosemary, rue, daffodils, violets, primroses, oxlips, carnations, gillyvors, flower-de-luce , hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram and marigold;

28º Voice, scent, hands and pulses are the first things she notices as attractive in another person;

29º  Is allergic to pine and eucalyptus;

30º Her favorite movies are The Adventures of Prince Achmed, The Thief of Bagdad, Pinocchio, Bambi, Fantasia, The Fox and the Hound, Powell and Pressburger A Matter of Life and Death and The Tales of Hoffman, Black Orpheus, Jason and the Argonauts, The Golden Voyage of Sinbad, Donkeyskin, The Wicker Man, Babette’s Feast, Watership Down, The Last Unicorn, Legend, Willow, Ladyhawke and Wings of Desire.

[fandom-lover2]

Commissions Are Open

Hello X-men Fandom!!

So, I recently got royally screwed over by my last job and lost a lot of money I'd been saving in the hopes of seeing my mom in San Francisco when she comes over from our home country and am trying to find ways to earn a little cash on the side.

Given my gift, I'm hoping this reaches the right people and you guys can help out a bit.

Here is my masterlist if you wanna check out my other works

What I write:

Comfort Letter - $5 (500 words)

Written as a pick-me-up/comfort letter from the character of your choosing. Great for a bad day or gift for a friend who's having a tough time

Personalized Comfort Letter - $7 (500 words)

Comfort Letter written by the character of your choosing addressed to you covering any topic of your choosing

(here is an example of one I did for a friend)

Drabble (500 words) - $5

Short story (1000 words) - $10

Full fic (1500 words) - $15

Full fic (1500 words) - $15

Long fic (2000/2500 words) - $20/$25

I also love rewriting scenes from movies and TV shows and adding in my own lines/lines for my characters to add, if you've ever wished you or your oc could have been present in a scene I will rewrite it and add your chosen dialogue. Price will depend on word count.

Characters:

Logan Howlett/Wolverine

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Charles Xavier/Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto

Hank Mccoy/Beast

Scott Summers/Cyclops

Ororo Munroe/Storm

Jean Grey

Rogue

Cable/Nathan Summers

Will write:

SFW

NSFW

Hurt, comfort

Hurt, no Comfort

Fluff

x reader

Oc x character

Oc x Oc

Oc x reader

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Rape or rape fantasy

Hate speech - character cannot say anything racist, homophobic or transphobic.

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If you need help with editing or re-checking your fic, I'm your girl

500 words - $2.50

1000 words - $5

1500 words - $7.50

2000 words - $10

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[thebettermccoy]

[from externalconceit]

The envelope appears with a little 'poof!', filling the air with the scent of cider and cinnamon. ... And something beyond mortal comprehension that's kind of like the best cheese in the universe aged in the brine of fairy tears. Inside:

What the invitation leaves out... is that a matching invitation to another Hank McCoy is headed to the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning.

McCoy recoils when the letter materializes out of thin air and assaults his sense of smell. Personally, he likes all those aromas, but not when they practically smack him across the face.

He almost tears the letter up as his eyes skim across the word "japery," but the finer print of "High External Shar" gives him pause. Why on earth was an External inviting him anywhere? The title seems to twist the invitation into a summons: does one really say 'no' to an extremely powerful type of mutant? Can one truly say no?

"'Beyond the realm of perceptible existence?'" He muses aloud. "Now that is intriguing because an External can very well mean that at face value instead of just writing in platitudes. She also apparently owns the entire town of Sleepy Hallow, which means she has monetary means, too. "

He can't deny that the invite peaks his interest: he has been bored as of late and has had little to occupy his time. He loathes being bored...besides it is on Halloween. He isn't one for holidays, but there has to be some sort of enjoyment that people get from them, and Henry is willing to try anything once.

"'Crawling horrors beyond mortal comprehension?' That sounds like a challenge."

[excelsiorfics]

Dear Mr. and Mrs. McCoy

Date: 23rd Aug 2023 Author: OhMyStarsAndGarters Rating: Mature Word Count/Status: 2,942, completed Dynamic: Jean Grey & Hank McCoy Characters: Jean Grey, Hank McCoy, Edna McCoy, Norton McCoy Tags: Krakoa Era, Fix-It, Canon Divergence

Summary: ‘I want to believe that he’s sick. I want to believe that something changed him, something that means that what he did wasn’t him. I want, more than anything, to believe that Hank McCoy is who I thought he was, and not who he ended up being when I saw him last.’ Edna and Norton McCoy receive a letter and a son. One of them explains everything. The other worries them. (Diverges from canon around about the events of Wolverine #35, covers the events of Hellfire Gala 2023. A prelude of sorts, or issue #0.)

[positivelybeastly]

Hey, could we see a story about Hank’s (Grant Morrsion, shortly after his recovery from Cassandra’s beat down) parents showing up to visit him? He tries to hide about what happened, but hide parents see right through him and he can’t hide his tears. But it ends off one a happy note, literally! (Leaving a cause for a brief moment isn’t a crime…)

“You’re going to wear the paper through, doing that.”

Scritch. Scritch. Tear.

“Hank.”

Scritch. Annoyed scritch.

“Hank.”

Annoyed scritch. Tear.

“Ha - ” He threw the pen against the windshield and let out a ragged breath, the new paws flexing angrily as the biro shattered with the force with which he’d thrown it. Jean was quiet. The breathing was hurt, on the verge of tears, and she knew better than to continue.

Hank was a man with more letters after his name than he could write right now. It wasn't a pretty thought.

So they sat like that for a good long while, Hank’s head in his paws and Jean’s knuckles near white on the steering wheel.

“… I can’t use a pen, Jean.” She nodded slowly, drumming a finger on the wheel. He was a little bit scary like this, eerily focused on whomever he was talking to, eyes like lamplights now. He claimed that the blue would return once he settled down, that it was just a case of emotional state and hormonal imbalance, but she didn’t know if she believed him or not. She let him believe it, though.

“I can’t use a pen.”

That belief is one of the few things that he was able to hold on to at the moment.

“I know, Hank.” A hand moved over to squeeze at his paw, and the grip that came back was painful but bearable. She could feel the grip wavering as he shook. That was another thing he’d mentioned - mood swings, inability to express fine motor control … it was going to take a lot of adjustment. But hopefully this would help. Slow and smooth, they pulled up on the end of the road leading down to the McCoy family farm, and Jean turned to him.

“Should I - ?” Already he was shaking his head, letting out a hot breath that exuded tension. Nerves. “I can do it. I need to do it.” He looked up at her and nodded. “Thank you for doing this for me.” She nodded, making a motion as if to say it was nothing, but he was shaking his head already, expressing it really wasn’t nothing.

He couldn’t drive, either, after all.

Easing his new, bulkier form out of the car, he closed the door behind him - carefully, now - and popped the trunk, grabbing his bags, letting the magnetic lock pull the lid back down. He didn’t really trust himself to push it back down, his strength was … he’d broken a few things. Hank waved, moving down the road slowly, hearing the three point turn and trying to keep himself calm. Last chance.

Ask to go back with her. You can’t do this, this is too soon. You’ll scare them.

He kept moving, knowing without looking that she was picking up speed, moving away.

You can catch up, she’ll see you in the rear mirror. You don’t want to do this, you’re forcing yourself. You don’t want to scare them. Please turn back.

His grip was near painful on the luggage handles, feeling like it was sheer hormonal energy propelling him along the road. It certainly wasn’t will or desire doing it.

You can hitchhike back or something, just turn around, wait, call someone, this is an awful idea, they won’t even recognise you, they’ll be scared, they won’t believe it’s you, they’ll hurt you it’ll hurt it’ll hurt please turn back I don’t want to do this I’m scared I’m scared I’m so fucking scared it hurts.

Without even realising it he had staggered over to one of the fence posts, his claws so deeply embedded in it that he could feel wood splintering out around his fingers. That was what was hurting. Sweat - in his eyes - ?

Panic attack. He was having a panic attack, right outside the house.

It’ll be all right. They’ll know it’s you. You’re their son, they’ll know you. They did it once, they can do it again. You aren’t some animal that they’ll shoot to keep the chickens safe, you’re their son.

Absently, his free paw reached out to touch one of the near abnormally large tomatoes that his parents grew here on the farm. He’d done that. Genetic engineering. Snapdragon genes, transcription factors - improved nutrition. Lemon basil genes, geraniol synthase - improved taste. He did that. Years ago.

With a deep breath, Hank very gently pulled his paw from the wood, picked the splinters out, blew out a breath, picked up his bags - it was all very smooth, very calm, one action to another, don’t think about the animality in the way you’re doing it - and walked up the front steps.

“ - I’m telling you, Norton, if you keep up with these small portions - ”

“Edna, I’m a grown man, if I want to slow it down and eat just three pancakes at a time instead of four, then that's what I'm going to - ”

Knock on the door. If the old him were here, he’d have picked up the key under the mat and sneaked inside, only to start reciting Three Little Pigs as he crept up on his mother and father.

He didn’t particularly want to be the Big Bad Wolf today.

He could hear them moving around inside, evidently not expecting anyone - senses were going overboard, picking up so much that was familiar and yet completely new, being seen with five fresh senses - and Hank took a deep breath. Door lock, tumblers sliding out. Turn. Hinges. Focus on the immediate, focus on what’s going on right in front of you. Stop overthinking.

They stood there for a few moments, just looking at him. He didn’t know what threw them off more. The fact that he was dressed from tip to toe in kevlar and leather and cotton, instead of barely clothed? The yellow of his eyes, intelligent, darting, slitted, a stark expression of the fear that was pulsing through him? Or perhaps it was the fact that he didn’t have a nose anymore - he had a snout, and fangs, and little cat ears that he wanted to pin back or tear off or anything to just stop thinking about them - 

“Hank?”

It was his mother who said it, and he felt the greatest weight fall out from underneath him. She recognised him. He was strange and familiar and human and animal and even his voice sound wrong and his own mother recognised him.

And with a trembling little nod, he stepped forward and into the house.

“Hi mom. Dad.” Hank gave them a little smile, a little shade of blue returning to his eyes. They just kept looking at him, not sure what to make of him, not sure of what to say, looking like their entire worlds had been rocked. So he did what he always did.

“… Dad’s right, you know, if he wants to starve on such a small portion, it’s his choice.”

[mthofferings2023]

Lady Gigi

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Preferred contact methods: Email: jijikero@yahoo.com Twitter: LadyGigiArt Discord: LadyGigi#5001 DeviantArt: jijikero

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: Genderswap (F to M), MxM platonic/romantic relationships, Peter Maximoff (Evan Peters), canon, canon-divergent, historical/movie/books/no powers AU, mutual pining, miscommunication, angst, happy ending, domestic/slice of life, fantasy, getting together, established couple, love confessions, first kiss, first time, hurt/comfort angst, dark, mpreg, omegaverse, furry, dubcon, non-con, themes, most kinks/BDSM, incest, SFW, NSFW

Will not create works that contain: Genderswap (M to F), sexual acts with minors and animals (Rocket being the one exception), hetero pairings, FxF pairings, Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor Johnson), bodily waste kinks, food kink, dismemberment/extreme gore, death, mech/machinery, x-ray vision

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Auction ID: 1035

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Any - Any Universe Logan/Any - Any Universe Loki/Any - Any Universe Peter Parker/Any - Any Universe Remy LeBeau/Any - Any Universe Stephen Strange/Any - Any Universe Steve Rogers/Any - Any Universe Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Any Universe Tony Stark/Any - Any Universe Wade Wilson/Any - Any Universe

Work Description: I'll create one 1-6 panel(s) A3 size (11"x17") pencil comic page with digital lettering and simple backgrounds of two male characters (for Character/Any: one Marvel male from the relationships listed above and the other male from ANY universe even outside of Marvel if you want). Digital file will be sent by email. If the auction exceeds $75, then the comic page will be inked traditional (digital can be requested but will take longer to complete). If bids exceed $150, then a page will be added (additional pages added in $100 increments at $250, $350, $450, maxing 6 pages at $550). If bids exceed $350, then the pages will be colored in Photoshop. If somehow bids go over $550, then another male character can be added. References such as pictures, descriptions of the clothes/poses/settings, etc. would be extremely helpful but specifically noting the desired universe—while I specialize in comic/anime/manga/chibi, I can imitate other art styles. You can write the dialogue or you can leave it to my discretion. Also, I may be a smut creator, but I do enjoy drawing comedic and wholesome stuff too. After the auction, please reach out to me with a description of your request before the new year (when I will start the request). If this is won by a pod bid, then please have all the details (comics-wise, who's paying for shipping if they want a page and who gets what page) ready by 2024 as well. I will provide a very loose rough draft and allow one round of edits/revisions. After the pages have been completed, the original pencil/ink drawing can be mailed at the auction winner's expense if requested (cost to be confirmed).

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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Auction ID: 2024

Will create works for the following relationships: Bruce Banner/Any - MCU Edwin Jarvis/Any - MCU Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier - Any Universe Hank McCoy/Any - Any Universe Howard Stark/Any - MCU Quentin Beck/Any - MCU Rocket Raccoon/Any - Any Universe Pietro Maximoff/Any - X-Men movieverse Ultron/Any - MCU Jeff the Land Shark & Loki - Any Universe

Work Description: I'll create one 1-6 panel(s) A3 size (11"x17") pencil comic page with digital lettering and simple backgrounds of two male characters (for Character/Any: one Marvel male from the relationships listed above and the other male from ANY universe, even outside of Marvel if you want). Digital file will be sent by email. If the auction exceeds $75, then the comic page will be inked traditional (digital can be requested but will take longer to complete). If bids exceed $150, then a page will be added (additional pages added in $100 increments at $250, $350, $450, maxing 6 pages at $550). If bids exceed $350, then the pages will be colored in Photoshop. If somehow bids go over $550, then another male character can be added. References such as pictures, descriptions of the clothes/poses/settings, etc. would be extremely helpful but specifically noting the desired universe—while I specialize in comic/anime/manga/chibi, I can imitate other art styles. You can write the dialogue or you can leave it to my discretion. Also, I may be a smut creator, but I do enjoy drawing comedic and wholesome stuff too. After the auction, please reach out to me with a description of your request before the new year (when I will start the request). If this is won by a pod bid, then please have all the details (comics-wise, who's paying for shipping if they want a page and who gets what page) ready by 2024 as well. I will provide a very loose rough draft and allow one round of edits/revisions. After the pages have been completed, the original pencil/ink drawing can be mailed at the auction winner's expense if requested (cost to be confirmed). For Rocket/Any, I would love to draw Rocket/Capwolf.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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Auction ID: 3009

Will create works for the following relationships: Bruce Banner & Clint Barton & Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark & Thor - MCU Frigga & Loki - MCU Madisynn King & Wong - MCU Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker - MCU Nick Fury & Talos - MCU Jeff the Land Shark-centric - Any Universe Bruce Banner & Hela & Loki & Thor & Valkyrie - MCU Edwin Jarvis & Howard Stark & Tony Stark - MCU Peter Parker & Peter Parker & Peter Parker - MCU, TASM, Spider-Man (Raimi trilogy) Floor & Lylla & Rocket Raccoon & Teefs - MCU

Work Description: I'll create one 1-6 panel(s) A3 size (11"x17") pencil comic page with lettering and simple backgrounds for ONE of the ten ships listed. Digital file will be sent by email. If the auction exceeds $100, then the comic page will be inked traditional (digital can be requested but will take longer to complete). If bids exceed $200, then a page will be added (additional pages added in $150 increments: $350, $500, maxing 5 pages at $650). If bids exceed $350, then the pages will be colored in Photoshop. References such as pictures, descriptions of the clothes/poses/settings, etc. would be helpful but not necessary. You can write the dialogue or you can leave it to my discretion. Also, I may be a smut creator, but I do enjoy drawing comedic and wholesome stuff too. After the auction, please reach out to me with a description of your request before the new year (when I will start the request). If this is won by a pod bid, then please have all the details (comics-wise, who's paying for shipping if they want a page and who gets what page) ready by 2024 as well. I will provide a very loose rough draft and allow one round of edits/revisions. After the pages have been completed, the original pencil/ink drawing can be mailed at the auction winner's expense if requested (cost to be confirmed). For the Jarvis & Howard & Tony prompt, I'll draw kid Tony.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

CLICK HERE TO BID ON THIS WORK

The auction runs from October 22 (12 AM ET) to October 28 (11:59:59 PM ET). Visit marveltrumpshate.com during Auction Week to view all of our auctions and to place your bids!

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Justice Like Lightning - Onslaught Book 2

We check in on some other teams that start with x that aren’t the X-men! London has a bad time and there’s some drama with brainwashing and evil clones. We talk about being Mystique simps and how much we hate Hank McCoy.

Excalibur #100 

Published: August 1, 1996

Writing: Warren Ellis

Pencils: Casey Jones, Randy Green, Rob Haynes

Inks: Tom Simmons, Jason Martin, Rick Katchem, Rob Haynes

Lettering: Richard Starkings, ComicCraft

Colors: Ariane Lenshoek, Jim Hosten

Editors: Suzanne Bob, Gaffney Harris

Best Words: 

Best Panel:

Best Person: Kurt Wagner

Worst Person: Xavier/Onslaught

Moira for retroactively lying about the Xavier files. 

Wolverine 104: The Answer At Last! The Beginning of ONSLAUGHT!

Published: August 1, 1996

Writing: Larry Hama

Pencils: Val Semeiks

Inks: Chad Hunt

Letters: Richard Starking

Colors: Joe Rosas

Best Words: 

Best Panel: 

Best Person: Elektra

Worst Person: N/A no one was really awful in this issue

Wolverine because the looks like that, jk but it triggers uncanny valley response in me

X-Factor #125: Re-Creating Havok in McCoy’s Image

Published: August 1, 1996

Writing: Howard Mackie

Pencils: Page 1-23 Jeff Matsuda, Page 24-37 Stefano Raffaele

Inks: Al Milgrom

Color: Page 1-23 Glynis Oliver, 24-37 & Kevin Somers

Letters: Richard Starkings

Editor: Kelly Corvese

Best Words:

Best Panel: 

Best Person: Mystique

Worst Person: Evil!McCoy/Dark Beast

X-Factor #126: The Beast Or Not The Beast... That Is The Question

Published: September 2, 1996

Writing: Howard Mackie

Pencils: Stefano Raffaele

Inks: Al Milgrom

Color: Glynis Oliver

Letters: Richard Starkings

Editor: Kelly Corvese

Best words:

Best Panel: 

Best Person: Sabretooth

Worst Person: Random

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X-Men #8 Review

X-Men #8 Marvel Comics Written by Jed MacKay Art by Ryan Stegman Inks by JP Mayer, Livesay and Ryan Stegman Colors by Marte Gracia Letters by Clayton Cowles The Rundown: Beast is taken to Graymalkin Prison and Cyclops assembles his team to rescue him. Hank McCoy has been captured by Ellis and taken to the former Xavier school now being used as a mutant prison. After he wakes up, he…

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This Day in X-Project - September 16

Gabriel Cohuelo's birthday. 2015: Maya posts to her journal that adults suck and that she hates living at the mansion, before disappearing into the woods; Wade emails Marie-Ange for advice on dealing with Maya’s flounce; Clint emails Angel about Maya’s post and the weirdness of her stalking his email; Xavin asks for help in finding their roommate, and the Generation X kids organise a search party, which is stymied by Wade stepping in; Alison texts Xavin about Wade being a total buzzkill; Wade texts Logan about not laughing at him and needing beer; Maya posts, letting people know she’s back in her room and texts Bas asking if he’s mad at her. Gabriel asks Jean-Paul what he’s up to and they arrange a hookup. New grad student, Hank McCoy, introduces himself on the journals; Hank meets Miles and winds up becoming a tutor. Paradise Lost: Emma emails Doug, Julian and Adrienne with an update on what’s been discovered about the Black Rook’s death already and with further tasks for the morning; Emma, Julian, Doug and Adrienne meet with the Black Court and a new Hellfire Club structure is agreed on. Miles wishes Gabriel a happy birthday and brings him unwelcome news in the shape of a letter from Gabe’s sister about their sick grandmother. Megan and Clea talk after magic class and decide to help each other study. Quentin tracks down his former teacher (and lover) and when he reveals he’s a telepath, Tom reacts badly, accusing him of possibly influencing him psychically to have a sexual relationship; after the scene with Tom, Clint finds Quentin drinking away his sorrows and offers support and perspective.

2016: Gabriel announces the party is on and announces the S’moretini. Warren shows up to the party with a gift for Gabriel, who is left speechless though not necessarily in a good way; a drunk Quentin lets Maya know exactly what he thinks of her; Sharon F. talks to Xavin about taking a swim; Miles and Bobby sneak alcohol at Gabe's party and are caught by Angel. The Dulcet Sound of My Voice: Hope A. meets CJ and introduces her to Doug and Darcy.

2017: Green-Eyed Monster: Artie emails X-Force, attaching what info he’s recovered from his sources. Psi War: After the battle with the Shadow King using her body, Jean wakes up in a hospital bed, and Haller is there to greet her. Gabe texts Quentin asking when and where they’re meeting to celebrate birthdays. Marie hears the telling notes of Air Supply and goes to see what's wrong with Garrison and they talk about Adrienne. Kyle helps Laurie move out of the suite she shared with Doug, Wade and Marie-Ange.

2018: Clea makes a journal post inviting one and all to help celebrate her birthday. Alani makes an introductory post to her journal.

2019:

2020:

2021:

2022: Maya talks about watching GBBO and invites others along. Gabe texts Quentin about going out for drinks. Jean shares a patch she’ll stick on her med bag that says ‘Ouch Pouch’. Clint leaves a present outside Gabriel’s door. Amanda leaves two bottles of tequila on Gabriel’s desk with a Happy Birthday message. Gabe texts Clint a thank you and asks who told him about Gabe’s birthday. Maya wishes Gabe a happy birthday and tells him he’s not allowed to laugh at her bad Spanish accent.

2023: Alani announces a belated egg-themed celebration of Agatha Christie’s birthday, with her chicken namesake as Guest of Honour. Shatterstar and Match chat and then show off their powers to each other. Sharon S. encounters Arthur doing yoga and has questions.