#just like Magneto broke Logan

[doubleragnarok]

"You know, Logan, I used to turn into Jean to piss you off. But now I'm turning into her just to support you"

Heartbreaking Morpherine from ep 10

[logansdoll]

all the time in the world

part two of "37"

CW: heavily suggestive, profanity, fluffy fluff, takes place during the events of Days Future Past, Logan's down bad for you, you're down bad for him, it's a whole thing, etc.

Logan groaned as he felt something stir beside him, the sun spilling in through the windows and bathing the room in golden light.

'The hell...'

His power had already come into affect, the metal bars Magneto impaled him with, along with the water in his drowning lungs, completely gone.

Sitting up, he rested a hand on his side of his head.

And that's when it all came back to him.

Hank.

Charles.

Mystique.

With a roar, Logan shot out of bed, claws drawn and chest heaving as he snapped his head around, looking for the direction of the fight.

But instead, he found a bedroom, which had plants growing from every nook and cranny, the flowers blooming awake along with another in the room.

"Baby?" your soft voice broke through his frenzy, calming him almost instantly.

Quickly, Logan turned around, shoulders sinking as he caught sight of you sliding out of bed, still wearing the same silky robe.

Of course, it looked a little more worn, but it still did its job, and made you look just as beautiful as the day he left.

"(n/n)?"

You looked exactly the same, save for the few gray streaks in your hair, and now had the air of a woman seasoned in life's trials and tribulations, yet still glowing with youth.

It reminded him of how astronomically lucky he was that you even gave him the time of day—past, present, or otherwise.

As you drew closer, slowly, his claws retracted, and he watched you approach with eyes that made it seem like he was seeing you for the first time.

"You alright?" you asked, hands cupping his cheeks and smoothing over his cheekbones, before sliding down to rest over his chest. "You haven't had one this bad in a long time..."

Eyes flicking up to his face, your worries increased tenfold to see no change in his expression.

The man was just staring at you.

"Honey, is everything okay—"

He didn't even let you finish the sentence before he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

And, despite the initial shock, you eased into him, arms finding home around his neck as you pulled him closer, resting your head against his pounding heartbeat.

"While I'm loving all this early morning attention... you're starting to scare me," you chuckled, dryly, lifting your head to look up at him. "Wanna tell me what's goin' on?"

He took in a deep, slow breath, trying to find the words.

"Remember that day in 1973..." he started in a low voice, one hand squeezing your hip, "When I told you to wait until I find my way back..."

You swallowed thickly, biting back a question as you nodded in confirmation.

He took a moment, scanning your face for any sort of reluctance, happy to find none.

"Well... I found it..."

His eyes landed on yours, and the way you looked up at him made his chest roar.

You weren't making this easy for him.

He was already holding himself back on a thread of sanity, and now he had to deal with the fact that you looked like a goddamn supermodel, and smelled like cocoa butter and vanilla.

Your curves were curvier, your hips were dippier, and you now had an extra ounce of unspoken confidence that could bring any man to his knees.

Him included.

Your hands found his face, holding him like he was the most precious thing in the world.

Because he was to you, and now he all parts of him were back in your arms.

You chuckled, eyes misty as you smiled up at him, resting your forehead against his.

"Looks like my husband's whole again."

Record scratch.

"Husband?" he asked, eyes widening as he crackled a small smile.

You nodded, proudly holding up your hand to show off the gold wedding band sitting pretty on your ring finger.

"Mhmm," you hummed, amused by his shocked expression. "You put a ring on it fifteen years ago today... so don't think I'm gonna let you run out on me again."

He chuckled, fingers tucking under your chin and softly caressing your jaw.

"Wouldn't dream of it, doll."

Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours, hard, unloading well over fifty year's worth of pining.

You sank into it almost immediately, matching his fervor as you rested your hands on his chest, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him even closer.

The two of you moved together in perfect sync, fitting each other like puzzle pieces, as you kept up with his rhythm.

He grasped you by the small of your back, pressing you further into him and giving your hips a little squeeze, earning a quiet squeak.

Close wasn't close enough.

He wanted you even closer than that.

He wanted you so much, every part of him in contact with you want on fire.

But, alas, you two were human (not really), and air would be needed eventually.

The two of you separated with a gasp, cheeks flushed and foreheads resting against each other.

"I don't think you know how long I've been waitin' to do that," he smirked, catching his breath.

You smiled, sliding your hands up from his chest to his shoulders.

"Come show me," you purred, staring at him with those sparkling, (e/c) eyes of yours.

'Goddamn...'

He leaned in closer, about to say something else when, of course, he was interrupted.

"Hey, you two better be up and ready," Scott's voice cut through the air, the two of you quietly groaning at the intervention. "You both have got classes in five minutes."

You and Logan separated, albeit reluctantly, straightening yourselves out a bit.

"I'm a teacher now?" he asked, raising a brow.

"Self defense," you answered, teasingly, "Some things never change."

Suddenly, he took your hand in his, holding it firmly as a serious look came over his face.

"I'm gonna talk to the professor. See if he can get my memories back," he stated, reassuringly. "I don't want you to feel like we have to start from scratch... or our years have gone to waste."

That took you by surprise.

"Is that what you think?" you asked, concerned, as you turned to him. "Baby, I could care less whether you remember or not. It would be nice, but it would never make me believe that the years we've spent together have gone to waste."

You smiled, your hand sliding up to cup his cheek.

"Through thick and thin, it's you and me, Logan... If you're lost, I'll find you. If you forget, I'll remind you... we have all the time in the world."

Goddamnit.

You were getting him choked up.

Misty eyed, he pulled you closer, looking down at you like you were the only damn thing in the entire universe.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he smiled, thankfully.

You shrugged, teasingly, placing a quick peck on his cheek before heading toward your shared bathroom.

"Beats me."

[pandapetals]

I absolutely LOVE your stories! They’re some of my favorites to read, especially the Logan and reader being in an established relationship series. They’re so adorable 🥰

I was wondering if you could do a story with Logan (any Logan) and his girlfriend/wife (could be the established relationship series or separate). The girlfriend/wife is jealous of a female mutant Logan has to do a mission with where they have to act like a couple…something like that!

Thank you so much! <3 I had to rework this like 5 times but I think I'm finally happy with it. Thank you for the request and hopefully I did it justice.

logan howlett x fem!mutant reader - jealousy, angst, jean slander sorry–she’s the mutant who tries something on logan, some fluff at the end, soft logan, cocky logan, mission, x-men, established relationship, no y/n used, no reader description, mutant reader but no powers mentioned

The tension in Xavier’s office was thick, almost suffocating, like a storm cloud pressing down on the room. Everyone stood with rapt attention as Xavier outlined the mission, his calm, steady voice doing little to ease the weight of what was at stake. This was no routine intel-gathering run. Rumor had it that a mutant underground club was doubling as a recruitment hub for Magneto’s latest scheme. If the rumors were true, the people inside could be dangerous—either willing recruits or innocents caught in the crossfire. The team’s job was to confirm the truth without tipping their hand. Subtlety was key.

Subtlety, unfortunately, wasn’t Logan’s strong suit. And focusing, apparently, wasn’t yours.

You tried to focus—really, you did—but the heat of Logan’s shoulder brushing against yours kept pulling your attention away like a magnet tugging at metal.

It wasn’t entirely his fault—you knew that. Since you and Logan started dating, focusing on anything else has become challenging. Especially when Logan, with that cocky smirk and the gleam of mischief in his hazel eyes, seemed to delight in testing your resolve.

“I can tell you’re not listening, gorgeous,” Logan murmured, his gravelly voice low enough for only you to hear. The faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth made your pulse quicken as his arm brushed lightly against yours.

You shot him a warning look, though your hand betrayed you by slipping around his waist, pulling him just a bit closer. “I am listening,” you whispered.

Logan turned his head slightly, the stubble along his jaw catching the light. “Oh yeah?” he muttered, his tone dripping with amusement. “What did Chuck just say?”

You opened your mouth, a retort ready, but Xavier’s voice broke through before you could fire back. “You and Logan will cover the west side together. Jean and Scott, the east. Ororo will remain in position for aerial observation and backup.”

Your stomach flipped. Of course, you and Logan were paired together. How were you supposed to focus on anything when he was constantly finding ways to get under your skin—and under your dress if you weren’t careful?

Xavier continued, “The club caters to both humans and mutants, so your priority is to remain inconspicuous. Blend in. Gather intel. And for once,” his gaze lingered pointedly on Logan, “please keep things subtle.”

Logan shrugged, utterly unbothered by the implication. “Subtle’s my middle name.”

Beside him, Scott let out a snort, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Yeah, right.”

Everyone nodded, the plan solidified and began filing out of the room. Logan lingered just long enough to lean down, his lips brushing your ear. “West side, huh? Guess we’ll be busy.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting the way your cheeks flushed. “Don’t slow me down.”

⊹ ࣪ ˖

The mission led the team to a dimly lit part of the city where the target location—a grungy underground club—throbbed with energy. Neon signs flickered above the entrance, throwing shades of electric blue and pink across the sidewalk. The thumping bass spilled into the street, vibrating through the soles of your boots. You could already feel the tension of the place: it wasn’t just another club. The air buzzed with unspoken power as if everyone inside was waiting for something—or someone.

You tugged at the hem of your black dress, feeling exposed compared to the usual leather uniforms. The club’s dress code dictated a casual look, but “casual” for Logan apparently meant his usual jeans, a worn leather jacket, and a white shirt that clung just enough to remind you why your focus always wavered around him. He caught your eyes roaming and smirked.

“You clean up nice,” you said, though your tone was dry to keep your cool.

Logan’s smirk only deepened. “Don’t look too hard, sweetheart. We’re supposed to be blending in, not staring.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” he said, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. “But you love it.”

Before you could reply, Scott’s voice interrupted. “Can you two please cool it for five seconds?” His voice was already tight with irritation, the way it always got around Logan. He adjusted the cuffs of his blazer like a stressed-out principal about to scold unruly students. “We need to focus. This is a mission, not a date.”

“Relax, Boy Scout,” Logan said with a shrug, his tone casual but deliberately antagonistic. “I’m just blending in. Pretty sure flirting counts as recon in a place like this.”

“Pretty sure it doesn’t,” Scott shot back, glaring.

You stifled a laugh behind your hand as Logan leaned in closer, his smirk widening. “He’s just jealous he didn’t get paired with you,” Logan murmured.

Jean stepped between them before things could escalate, her presence commanding yet calm. Her red hair shimmered faintly under the neon glow as she raised a hand. “Enough,” she said, her voice low and measured, like a scalpel cutting through the tension.

Scott bristled but backed off, “We split up here. Stick to your assignments. Keep your eyes open and your comms on. Regroup in an hour unless someone finds something first.” His jaw tightened as he turned, but not before reaching for Jean’s hand and storming off with her trailing behind him.

You sighed, the tension lingering in the air long after they disappeared into the crowd. Beside you, Logan exhaled through his nose, clearly amused. He reached for your hand, his calloused fingers rough but steady as he began weaving through the throng of bodies. “Let’s go, sweetheart. Can’t let the Boy Scout hog all the fun.”

The bass thumped through the floor, vibrating up into your chest as you let Logan lead the way. The crush of people, the flashing strobe lights, the humid press of bodies—it was all overwhelming, the kind of chaos that seeped under your skin. You tugged at the hem of your dress, wishing for the familiarity of your leather uniform, or at least the comfort of knowing where the real threats were hiding.

“You look uncomfortable,” Logan said, leaning in close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His breath was warm, and damn it, the heat of him this close to you made your stomach flip.

“I’m fine,” you lied, your voice sharper than you intended. The noise and the crush of bodies weren’t the only things making it hard to breathe. It was him—always him. Logan had a way of turning your focus into a tangled mess, and you hated how much he knew it.

He smirked, his free hand settling lightly on your hip as he guided you toward the bar. “Sure you are. Just don’t step on my toes if we have to dance.”

You gave him a pointed look, arching a brow. “Dance? You don’t seem like the dancing type.”

Logan chuckled, the sound low and rough. “Guess you’ll find out, huh?”

Before you could retort, Ororo’s voice crackled through the comm in your ear, sharp and focused. “Heads up. Security’s tightening near the back. Someone might’ve tipped them off.”

The playful ease between you and Logan evaporated in an instant. You straightened, your eyes scanning the room more carefully now. The crowd still swayed to the rhythm of the music, but you spotted shadowy figures moving along the edges of the space. They were coordinated, and precise—not like usual club security. Their sharp, assessing gazes cut through the crowd, searching for something. Or someone.

“Great,” you muttered under your breath, stepping closer to Logan without thinking. Your body gravitated toward his instinctively, as though the safest place in the room was next to him.

“What’s the plan?” you asked, keeping your voice low.

Logan tilted his head, glancing toward the figures in the distance, his hand briefly brushing your lower back before pulling away. “I’ll keep an eye on you,” he said, his voice quiet but steady. He leaned down, lips brushing your temple in a fleeting kiss that sent a jolt through you. “Try not to get us into trouble, gorgeous.”

“Try not to enjoy yourself too much,” you shot back, your words sharper than you meant them to be. He smirked but didn’t respond, disappearing into the crowd with the easy confidence of someone who could move through shadows like he belonged there.

You leaned against the bar, crossing your arms as you let your eyes roam the packed room. Scanning for anyone suspicious was easier said than done with the neon lights flashing and dancers moving like one writhing, chaotic mass. Every other face looked ordinary—until it didn’t. The line between an innocent bystander and a potential enemy blurred in a place like this.

You tried to focus, but your eyes kept drifting, scanning for a familiar silhouette. And then, through the press of bodies on the dance floor, you spotted Logan. Relief flickered through you briefly—until you saw who he was with.

Jean.

Your stomach tightened as you watched them. Jean’s red hair glimmered under the strobes, her figure elegant even amid the chaos. She stood close to Logan—too close. They were facing each other, her head tilted toward him as if they were sharing a private conversation. Your pulse quickened, though you told yourself it was the commotion in the club that caused it. Not them. Not this.

You knew their history. Everyone did. It wasn’t a secret that Logan had carried a torch for Jean for years. And though he’d insisted—again and again—that it was all in the past, the sight of them together now made your chest tighten with something sharp and bitter.

Then, you noticed him: a man near the edge of the dance floor. His eyes weren’t on the crowd—they were on Logan and Jean. He stood out against the backdrop of revelers, stiff and alert, his gaze predatory. Something about him screamed danger: the way he carried himself, the faint scar cutting across his cheek, the subtle tension in his stance. Recognition flickered in your mind—he looked like one of Magneto’s men, someone you’d seen before.

Your grip on the edge of the bar tightened as realization dawned. Jean must have noticed him, too, because she suddenly stepped closer to Logan, her hand brushing his arm. She said something, her lips moving quickly, urgently. Logan glanced toward the man, then back at Jean. His jaw clenched, but then, he nodded.

To your disbelief, Jean slid her arm around Logan’s waist, leaning into him as though they were nothing more than a couple enjoying the music. Logan didn’t resist. His hand came to rest on her back, pulling her closer, and for one agonizing moment, they looked too real.

Your stomach twisted, and you hated yourself for it. This was a mission. You knew that. It wasn’t personal, and yet it felt like a punch to the gut. The way Logan leaned down, his lips brushing Jean’s ear as he whispered something—it was a performance, you told yourself but that didn’t stop the jealousy curling hot and bitter in your chest.

You forced yourself to look away, your nails digging into your palm as you tried to focus on the mission. The man was still watching them, his expression unreadable, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong.

You couldn’t just stand there, not when the man’s sharp, calculating gaze kept flicking between Logan, Jean, and the crowd as though he was deciding on his next move. Your heart was still twisting from the sight of Logan and Jean pressed so close together, but that wasn’t what mattered right now. The man was dangerous—you could feel it in the way he stood, too poised for someone casually attending a club. He was waiting for something, and you weren’t about to let him make the first move.

Steeling yourself, you pushed off the bar and weaved through the crowd, keeping your movements casual. The bass pounded beneath your feet, the flashing lights making it harder to focus, but you never lost sight of him. He was still near the edge of the dance floor, his hand resting near his hip—too close to where you guessed he was hiding a weapon.

As you approached, you caught his eye. His gaze sharpened immediately, locking you like a predator noticing prey. You gave him a practiced, easy smile, tilting your head as though you’d wandered over for no other reason than to flirt.

“Hey,” you said, your voice light despite the way your pulse thundered in your ears. “You look like you’re not having much fun. Bad night?”

The man didn’t respond right away. Instead, his eyes darted past you, likely tracking Logan and Jean over your shoulder. His jaw ticked, his face impassive but rigid, and he shifted his weight, subtly adjusting his stance.

You stepped closer, determined to draw his focus fully onto you. “I know this place can get a little crazy,” you continued, tilting your head and letting your lips curve into a faint smirk. “But I’d hate to think you came all the way here just to sulk in the corner.”

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and cold. “I suggest you walk away.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. You’d expected deflection, maybe an excuse. Not this. His tone carried a weight of threat, and now you were sure—you’d been right. This guy wasn’t just anyone.

Feigning a laugh, you took another step forward. “Walk away? Come on, now. I’m just trying to make conversation.”

That’s when you saw it: the briefest flicker of movement near his side. His hand darted toward his hip, toward what you were sure was a concealed weapon.

Instinct took over. Before he could draw, you lashed out, grabbing his wrist and twisting it sharply. The motion forced him to drop the weapon—a sleek, black blade that clattered to the floor. He reacted instantly, yanking his arm free and shoving you back with surprising force. You stumbled but caught your footing just as he lunged toward you, his movements quick and deliberate.

You managed to dodge his first swing, your heart pounding as adrenaline surged through your veins. “Guess we’re skipping the small talk,” you muttered under your breath, shifting into a defensive stance.

His second swing came fast, but this time, you were ready. You ducked beneath it, stepping inside his guard and slamming your elbow into his ribs. He grunted, staggering back a step, but the fight wasn’t over yet.

Unfortunately, neither was your luck.

Just as you braced for his next move, a familiar voice rang out behind you—sharp, commanding, and far too loud.

“Get down!”

You barely had time to react before a blast of energy ripped past you, slamming into the man’s chest and sending him flying backward into a table. The wood splintered beneath his weight, the force of the impact leaving no question as to who had intervened.

You turned, your heart sinking as you spotted Scott standing a few feet away, his visor glowing faintly with residual energy. His expression was grim, his shoulders tense as he lowered his hand. The crowd around you froze for a split second before chaos erupted.

Screams filled the room as people scrambled toward the exits and the pulsing music abruptly cut off. Bodies pushed and shoved past you, the panicked crowd turning into a stampede. Strobe lights flickered overhead, casting the room in chaotic bursts of shadow and color.

“What the hell, Scott?” you shouted over the commotion, throwing your hands up in frustration.

Scott was already moving toward you, his face tight with determination. “He was about to kill you,” he snapped, his tone clipped. “You’re welcome.”

“I had it under control,” you shot back, though even you knew that was debatable. Still, it didn’t matter now. The damage was done.

The comm crackled to life in your ear, Ororo’s voice cutting through the noise. “What’s going on? Your cover’s blown—we’re seeing mass panic on the cameras.”

“No kidding,” you muttered, dodging a panicked clubgoer who nearly knocked you over. “Scott just blasted the guy I was questioning. Pretty sure everyone in here knows we’re not here for drinks.”

“Damn it,” Logan’s voice growled through the comm, the irritation unmistakable. “I’m on my way. Keep her safe, Summers.”

The crowd surged again, making it harder to keep your footing. Scott grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him as a group of heavily armed men burst into the room from a side entrance. Their uniforms were black and sleek, their weapons unmistakably high-tech. Magneto’s people, no doubt about it.

“We need to get out of here, now,” Scott barked, shoving you toward the nearest exit.

You hesitated, glancing back toward the dance floor where you’d last seen Logan. Panic gnawed at your chest, but Scott’s grip on your arm tightened, dragging you forward.

“Logan can handle himself,” Scott said sharply. “Our priority is getting out of here alive.”

You gritted your teeth, frustration and fear warring inside you, but you didn’t have time to argue. The mission had gone sideways, and now it was all about survival.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

The jet ride back to the mansion was quiet, but the air in the cabin was heavy with unspoken tension, crackling like static electricity. Everyone was accounted for, and alive, but you couldn’t shake the pang of jealousy still twisting like a knife in your chest. Every time you closed your eyes, the image of Jean leaning into Logan on the dance floor flared back to life—her hand on his arm, his hand on her back, the way they moved in sync as if it were second nature.

It didn’t help that Scott was stealing glances at them, too. His jaw clenched and his hands fidgeted, flexing into fists and then relaxing again. For once, you couldn’t blame him. His eyes kept darting between Jean and Logan, flickering with something unspoken. Maybe it was the same ugly mix of emotions brewing inside of you.

You stayed silent the whole ride, simmering in your thoughts, trying and failing to bury the bitterness bubbling in your chest. You told yourself it was nothing. A mission. A cover. That’s all it had been. But you couldn’t ignore the sharp ache of it, the nagging voice in your head whispering that Logan and Jean had been too comfortable with each other. Too natural.

By the time the jet landed and everyone started filing out, you’d had enough. You couldn’t sit in this anymore, couldn’t let the tension keep eating away at you.

Jean was halfway across the room when the words spilled out of you, sharp and cutting before you could stop them.

“You couldn’t have done that to Scott—you know, your boyfriend, Jean?”

Your voice rang out louder than you expected, making everyone pause. Even Logan stopped mid-step, glancing back at you with a frown.

Jean turned, her brows knitting together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the way you were all over Logan on the dance floor,” you snapped, stepping toward her. The words felt like a dam breaking, everything you’d been holding back spilling out in an uncontrollable rush. “You said you were just telling him to ‘watch out’? Really? Because it looked a hell of a lot more like you were trying to grind on him!”

Jean blinked, her expression flashing from confusion to shock and then to something more defensive. “Excuse me? I was warning him about the guy watching us. It was part of the cover. I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t what?” you interrupted, your voice rising. “Weren’t leaning into him like you’ve done a hundred times before? Weren’t touching him like you used to when you thought no one was looking?”

Jean’s face fell, and you could see the hurt flash in her eyes, but your frustration burned too hot for you to stop now.

Logan’s voice cut through the rising tension like a knife, low and rough. “That’s enough.”

You turned to face him, your pulse pounding in your ears. “Is it?” you shot back, your chest tightening as you met his gaze. “Because it doesn’t feel like it.”

Logan’s hazel eyes stayed steady, but there was a flicker of something softer and patient, even as his jaw tightened. “Yeah, it is,” he said evenly, stepping closer to you, his voice dropping low so only you could hear. “We’re not doin’ this here.”

You wanted to argue, to push back, but the weight of his hand on your arm stilled you. His touch was steady and grounding, and despite the fire still burning in your chest, you let him guide you out of the room, leaving the others behind.

He didn’t stop until you were outside in the cool night air, the mansion looming behind you like a silent witness. The faint chirping of crickets filled the space between you, but it did little to ease the knot in your chest.

Logan finally turned to face you, his expression calm but resolute. “Alright,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Let’s get this out now.”

You crossed your arms, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “What do you want me to say, Logan? That it didn’t bother me? That seeing you and Jean like that didn’t make me feel like—” Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, shaking your head. “Like I didn’t matter?”

His brow furrowed, and he took a step closer. “Darlin’,” he said softly, his voice pulling your attention back to him. “It was just a cover. You know that.”

“Do I?” you shot back, your voice quieter now but no less pointed. “Because it didn’t look like it.”

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair, and for a moment, he looked almost... unsure. Vulnerable, even. It wasn’t a look you were used to seeing on him, and it made you hesitate.

“You really think I’d do that to you?” he asked, his tone quieter now, almost disbelieving. “After everything?”

You dropped your gaze, the anger in your chest cooling just enough for guilt to creep in around the edges. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just... her. You and her. You have a history, Logan.”

He let out a breath, stepping closer until there was barely a foot of space between you. His hand brushed against your arm, his touch gentle but insistent, as he needed you to understand. “Yeah, we got history,” he said, his voice steady, “but that’s all it is—history. What we had, it’s done. Been done. You’re the one I’m with now. You’re the one I want to be with.”

Your chest tightened at his words, the sincerity in his voice making it harder to hold onto the jealousy still simmering inside you. “Then why did it look so... easy for you two?”

“Because I know how to act,” Logan replied, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Figured I had to sell it, right? Thought that was the job.” He tilted his head, his smirk fading into something softer. “But don’t get it twisted. That’s all it was—an act. You’re the real deal.”

You stared at him for a long moment, the knot in your chest loosening little by little. The way he looked at you—steady, unwavering—left no room for doubt. You hated how easily he could disarm you, but at this moment, you were grateful for it.

Finally, you let out a shaky breath, your arms uncrossing as you leaned into him. “You’re lucky you’re good with words,” you muttered, your voice softer now, teasing.

Logan chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Not words, sweetheart. Just the truth.”

And for the first time that night, the tension in your chest eased completely.

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Love That Burns ~ 27

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Word Count: 2,790ish

Summary: You're found, still in the Danger Room. The Battle of Alcatraz Island.

Warnings: mental and emotional damage, cannon level violence

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Retrieving Jean was a failure. Logan was almost immediately found by Magneto, and Jean clearly didn’t want to come with Logan. He did find out that they were preparing a large attack on Worthington Labs, and he knew that he needed to get the team together to stop Magneto and his followers.

“Y/N?” Logan burst through the front door of the mansion. He could only hope that someone had found you. “Y/N! Storm!”

“Logan!” Ororo came down the stairs. “Where have you been?”

“I need help. I found Jean. She’s with Magneto.”

“Where are they?”

“They’re on the move. I know where they’re going.”

“You’re saying you saw Magneto?” Hank asked, walking up.

“Yeah. Gotta go now. They’re going to attack Alcatraz.”

“There are troops stationed on that island.”

“Not enough to stop him.”

“Let’s suit up,” Ororo said.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“I thought she was with you.”

“Fuck.”

Logan broke into a run, heading down to the lower levels. He slid to a stop in front of the doors he had locked you behind. He began to pry open the door since he had destroyed the controls with his claws to keep you in there.

“What the—“

“I need help!” Logan grunted, cutting off Ororo.

Hank immediately began helping pull open the doors. Eventually, they pried the doors open enough for them to slide away. The three of them immediately laid eyes on you. You were curled up against the wall on the other side of the Danger Room. They rushed forward, and what they saw when they got closer broke their hearts. Your eyes were glazed over, with dried tear trails lying on your cheeks, and your whole body was trembling.

“What happened here?” Hank asked, sharing a worried glance with Ororo.

Logan knelt down in front of you, the guilt destroying him inside. He reached out to pull you into him but quickly pulled back when your skin burned him worse than you had ever burned him before. He looked at his burnt, blackened hands that were slowly healing.

“Logan,” Ororo’s voice was stern, “what did you do?”

“Jean connected with Y/N,” Logan began to explain, never looking away from your trembling form. “We fought about going to bring Jean back. I decided that it was best if I went. She was going to fight me, so I locked her in here for her protection.”

“You locked her in here?” Hank repeated. “She’s been in here alone all night!”

“I know that, Hank!” Logan moved to lie down in front of you, trying to get your eyes to focus on him. “Sweetheart, I need you to focus on me.” His hands slowly moved to touch your arms, not caring if he got burnt. He needed to bring you back to him. His thumbs rubbed against your burning skin. “I need you to break out of this trance. Please, baby, come back.”

“You… left… me…” You rasped, slowly coming to.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Just let me—”

“You left me.” You scooted away from Logan’s touch as anger began to fester. 

In the hours that you had been alone, your mind had begun to play tricks on you. Well, you couldn’t tell if it was your mind or a simulation was being run in the room. Everything was so real. Stryker had appeared multiple times, reminding you of the hell that you had gone through with him. Your father had appeared, blaming you for every bad thing that had ever happened. Jean had appeared, as well as Logan. Logan had left you for her, and they taunted their relationship in front of you. 

“Y/N,” Hank called your name as he crouched down on the other side of you. “We need to get you out of here.”

“Please,” you whimpered.

Logan watched as you cooled your skin down enough for Hank to help you up. He sat up as Hank led you out of the room, keeping you in his sight until you disappeared into the hallway.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Ororo said, shaking her head. “She was alone down here for hours—more than half a day.”

“I was trying to—“

“No one wants your excuses, Logan.” She sighed. “Now we have to help her, and we’ll be one person down when we go to Magneto. Which we are also running out of time to do.”

“I can fix this.” Logan scrambled to his feet. “I can—“

“Maybe stop trying to fix things right now. Hank will handle Y/N. We should go suit up.”

Logan wanted to argue more, but he knew that Ororo had a point. You were not okay, and it was his fault, once again. How did he keep doing this to you? He was supposed to love and protect you from everything. Yet, he seemed to be the thing that was hurting you the most.

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“Talk to me,” Hank urged as he checked you over.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

“Liar. Logan shouldn’t have done that.” You looked away, hands still trembling slightly. “Seriously, Y/N, talk to me.”

“I was stuck in a loop of my greatest fears… I honestly don’t know if it was my mind or if a simulation was running…” Your hands began to shake slightly. 

“I’m so very sorry, Y/N. You need to stay here and rest. I’ll be back to check on you as soon as I can.”

“Where are you going?”

Hank sighed. “Magneto is planning on attacking Worthington Labs at Alcatraz.”

“Is Jean with him?”

“Yes.”

“I’m coming.” 

Before you could slide off the table, Hank was holding you still. “No. You need a break. You need to rest.”

“We don’t have enough teammates, Hank. You need me. I’ll be fine.”

Hank knew that you were right and also knew that you’d burn all his fur off to get your way. “Fine. But you stay close.”

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“I don’t believe this once fit me,” Hank grumbled, his old leather jacket unable to close around him. They were headed to the hangar.

“If Magneto gets ahold of that cure, there will be no stopping him,” Logan stated, tugging his leather gloves on.

“Can you estimate how many he has?”

“An army. And Jean.”

“His powers have limits, hers do not.”

Logan came to a stop when he saw you in your suit, standing with the group of students you trained and Ororo. You were refusing to look at him, understandably so.

“There’s only seven of us, Logan,” Bobby said.

“Yeah,” Logan replied. “We’re outnumbered. I’m not gonna lie to you. But we lost Scott. We lost the Professor. If we don’t fight now, everything they stood for will die with them. I’m not gonna let that happen. Are you?” Bobby shook his head. “Then we stand together… X-Men,” he looked around at the group, “all of us.”

“We’re in.”

“Let’s go.”

You watched as Hank, Ororo, Kitty, Bobby, and Colossus headed for the jet. Logan stood beside you, staring at you.

“They’re ready,” he told you.

“Yeah, I know,” you replied weakly.

“Y/N,” Logan reached out, but you stepped away.

“I can’t do this right now.” 

You rushed over to the jet and found a seat in the corner. Logan wanted to sit by you but instead sat next to Ororo in one of the pilot’s seats, knowing that you needed your space.

The battle had already begun when you arrived. Magneto had moved the Golden Gate Bridge to allow his followers to cross to the island.

“On, my stars and garters,” Hank muttered.

“Goin’ to stealth mode,” Ororo stated, pressing the needed buttons.

The jet landed on the rooftop, and you all were quickly out. Storm made your entrance known with her lightning as she floated down. Beast jumped down next with Kitty and Bobby helping each other. Colossus was fine on his own, leaving you and Logan on top of the building.

“Here,” Logan reached out to you, “get on my back.”

You shook your head. “I don’t need your help.” 

You jumped off the building, hitting the ground hard and rolling to a stop. Logan saw a few drops of blood from where you had been cut in places, and his jaw clenched. You were going to be reckless during this fight, he could feel it. Using his claws, Logan slid down the building and lined up with the rest of you.

“You men, cover the doors!” Logan ordered the military men there. “Everybody, get together! And hold this line!”

Magneto was standing at the edge of the broken bridge with more of his followers behind him. Jean was near, staring at the battle.

“Finish them!” Magneto ordered.

Magneto’s followers charged, attacking your team and the military. Your hands went up in flames as you began to throw fire at the oncoming army of mutants. Logan kept you in his line of sight at all times. He knew that you could handle yourself, but he also didn’t know what type of mutants you were dealing with. Suddenly, the speedster from days ago appeared near you. She smirked before running in circles around you. You fell to your knees as the oxygen began to disappear from the area.

“Y/N!” Logan roared as he saw what was happening.

You were choking, growing dizzy as Logan fought to get to you. With a loud grunt, Logan impaled the speedster with his claws. You fell to the ground, coughing as you tried to get more air into your lungs. Logan threw the mutant’s body away before rushing to your side.

“Y/N, are you—“

“Stay away,” you rasped, pushing yourself away from Logan. He didn’t try to mask the hurt in his expression. “I can handle myself.”

Logan clenched his jaw, eyes hardening. “Clearly.” 

You stood up and ran off to go fight more mutants, Logan’s eyes following you. Jean had watched the whole interaction. Before you could form another flame, you were suddenly lifted up and pulled toward her. Logan tried to run for you, but was quickly swamped with attacking mutants.

“Jean,” you gasped, being held in the air above her. “You can help stop this.”

“What if I don’t want to?” She replied.

“This isn’t you, Jean. Come back to us.”

You could see that only made her angrier. “This is me.”

“Let me go, Jean.”

“I always thought that Logan had feelings for me. It was always nagging in the back of my mind, but I guess, so was the real me.”

“Your words can’t hurt me. I know— I know that Logan loves me as I love him. You’re just lost, Jean. Confused. We can help you.”

“I don’t need help.”

You were suddenly launched back. You hit the building with a loud crack and fell to the ground, barely conscious.

“Y/N!” / “EMBER!” 

The world was blurry around you and pain radiated from multiple points in your body. You were sure you had a concussion and multiple broken bones. It would all heal, but with time. Out of the corner of your blurry vision, you saw a burning vehicle being hurled toward you.

“Y/N!” Logan screamed. You cried out in pain as Logan grabbed you, barely rolling away in time. “I’ve got you,” he mumbled against you, holding you too tight for comfort. “I’ve got you.”

“Lo—gan—“ you croaked.

He pulled away just enough to look at your face. “I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“It—You—hurts—let—go.” Every word was an achy breath.

Logan was quick to let you go and simply kneel beside you with his hands hovering. “What can I do? Tell me what I can do.”

“Go—help—them.” Something inside yourself began to scream at you that something was wrong. Your healing should have started the slow process, but the pain was only getting worse. 

“I can’t leave you!” Logan could smell your blood and your smoke, everything worrying him to his very core.

“Go…”

Logan looked around. Fiery cars were still being thrown around, with the X-Men and the military taking cover. From your position, you would be covered as long as no mutants found you. He didn’t want to dare leave you again, but he knew he couldn’t do anything until this fight was done.

“I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, holding a kiss to your forehead. “You stay here. Stay hidden. I’ll be back. Okay?” You barely nodded. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

At this point, Logan’s words were more for himself than anything. Hating to have to turn away from you, Logan rushed across the battlefield to find Storm taking cover. He noticed the car on the ground at the same time Hank and Storm did. The three of them shared a look.

“We work as a team,” Logan stated.

“Best defense is a good offense,” Storm replied.

“Bobby! You think you can take out your old friend?” 

Bobby nodded, running towards Pyro. He froze the next burning car in mid-air.

“Storm,” Logan said next, “we’re gonna need some cover.”

“Right,” Storm responded. She looked up in the sky, eyes growing cloudy as fog took over the area.

Logan went over to Colossus. “This is it.” Colossus grabbed him. “Hey, make it a strike.” 

The younger mutant lifted Logan up and spun around before launching him at Magneto. Magneto was quick to use his own abilities to stop Logan in the air, forcing him down to the ground, skidding to a stop in front of Magneto.

“You never learn, do you?” Magneto taunted.

“Actually,” Logan panted, “I do.”

Hank appeared from behind Magneto and stuck the cure into Magneto’s chest. With wide eyes, Magneto sank to his knees.

“I’m—“ He couldn’t even finish his own thought.

“One of them?” Logan taunted.

Magneto turned to face Jean. “This is what they want for all of us.”

Logan made eye contact with Jean. “It’s over, Jean. It's over.” 

“Is it?” She replied, voice hollow.

You had been going in and out of consciousness from where Logan had left you. Something was terribly wrong. You could hear the fighting all around you, but nothing was clear. Before you knew it, you were torn from your resting place and flying through the air. You came to a harsh stop in front of Jean. Logan’s eyes immediately went wide. Taking you in, it was clear that you weren’t healing. You had fresh blood everywhere, your skin was lighter than normal, and sweat glistened off of your forehead. Logan’s stomach twisted in knots. From behind, more military men, armed with guns loaded with the cure, ran over the debris. 

“No!” Logan yelled, worried for your safety. “Don’t shoot!”

Jean stopped the shots without even looking. Her eyes went back, and her skin turned dark and crackled, proving that the Phoenix was the one in control. The darts disappeared as she turned around. Pieces of debris began floating in the air, along with you, as the military men began to disappear to ash. The building and debris around them began to blow up and disappear as well, while Jean turned back to face Logan and Hank.

“Everybody, get out of here!” Hank ordered. Humans and mutants began to rush down the displaced bridge.

Storm came to a halt beside Hank and Logan. She glanced as you, dangling in the air, and then back at Logan. 

“I’m the only one who can stop her,” Logan said, willing to do what it took to get to you. “Get everyone to safety. Go!” Storm flew off as Hank ran. Logan looked at you before pulling his eyes to the woman causing all this destruction. “Jean!”  

Everything and everyone around them was turning to ash. The water from the bay began rising up over the area.

“Jean, I know you’re still there!” Logan shouted. 

Logan began to walk towards her. Jean started using her powers to slow him down. He grunted as his suit started to disappear, with his flesh trying to do so as well. His eyes flickered to you with each painful step. He could see that part of you was starting to disappear. Logan fought harder, grunting and groaning as he climbed the debris to get to Jean.

“You would die for them?” Jean’s voice sounded like pure evil.

“No.” Logan’s eyes began welling up with tears as he spared you another glance. You were completely unconscious, having succumbed to whatever Jean had done to you. “Not for them… For her… For her… Anything and everything is for her.”

Jean started growing emotional as she shook her head. “Save me.”

“I’m sorry.”

With a snikt, Logan plunged his claws into Jean. 

next chapter >

[gerec]

Summary:

Logan clenches his jaw. He takes one last drag of his cigar, and Charles watches nervously, his heart beating rampantly in his chest, anticipating rejection.

Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no. Logan slowly blows the smoke out of his mouth, the cloud trickling out and down, dissipating just before it can reach Charles’ face.

He shakes his head, briefly shutting his eyes.

“God, I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Magneto.”

Or, after Erik leaves him, again, Charles just needs to feel something. Logan can help.

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GUYS GUYS GUYS if you're an Xavierine fan (and Cherik) you need to drop everything and read this fic IMMEDIATELY it is AMAZING I literally cannot rec it hard enough! Here's the comment I just left for OP and I think it says it all: "Please excuse my language here but every word of this story from beginning to end is fucking fantastic wow!!! You've hit their respective characterizations in the bullseye, not to mention their interaction (specifically that strange, out of time push / pull of 70s Charles and back in time from the future Logan) is absolute chef's kiss. Everything about Charles' despair and longing and devastation over Erik was palpable and this exchange:

“They were more like whimpers. Sounded like he was beating you.”

“What’s the difference with him?” Charles laughs bitterly. His eyebrows pinch. “It’s all the same. He could kiss me and it’d still hurt the same as if he punched me.”

My heart and Logan's broke for Charles at the same time god. And that particular dynamic of Logan wanting to care for and take care of Charles, and Charles being so needy and grateful and bewildered by Logan's devotion and respect (and lust) - it's all so intoxicating and addictive for them and for the reader. Truly, not only am I thrilled to see new fic for one of my favorite pairings, but to have a story so well crafted and well written is a goddamn delight. Thank you kindly for sharing it!!!"

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Let's check in on some Readers old and new shall we?(you don't have to add on to these at all. Just want to show my appreciation for all the work you do on your aus and give you a nice thing to read when u get back from ur break.)

Hellhound! Reader is currently trying to pivot the conversation away from childhood homes, as they don't really want their new friends to know about the less than good state of the pound they grew out of.

Fallen Angel reader is trying to explain what exactly the exorcists are, as they thought the Yans already knew about them and the role heaven plays in hell.

Dark Au Reader wakes up with someone hovering over them in an unknown room and immediately punches them. Where's Kitty? Where Kurt? Where are they? What's going on? ( they woke up in the new headquarters, the others are safe and getting treatment, and they just gave Scott a bloody nose. Their parent is glad they feel healthy enough to move, but please dont punch anyone else.)

Og Creed Reader also wakes up in a dark room and immediately breaks someone's nose, but they know exactly where they are and did it on purpose. Victor would be very proud if it wasn't his nose they broke this time

Haunted mansion Reader is given a box of clothes from their employers. The clothes are old and belong in a museum more than actually being worn, but they appreciate the gesture. Tho they wonder how the odd family knew their size?

Sentinel Reader is getting cooking lessons from Gambit. He even gave them a little apron! They don't quite get what food does and doesn't go together, but they got the spirit! They can't wait to show Kurt!

All of Reader Readerson's blood has rushed to their face because MeeMee Readerson just invited everyone to visit their family villa and insists on it. Let's hope this visit goes as good as the last and they don't get more embarrassed.

Moth Cryptid Au Reader has decided to take advantage of this weird situation and has tasked the invading Moths to help clean and restore the broken down mansion. (Under very careful instructions)

Bleeding Parts and Missing Parts Reader is wondering if maybe they went too far when magneto of all people show up demanding to talk to the Professor and saying a ghost is haunting them. (Kitty is gonna crack a rib from how hard she's gonna laugh. Readr decides no, they didn't if they can get their friends to laugh like that.)

Creator Reader is taking a well deserved nap (they are gonna need the energy)

Normal Reader has reluctantly showed up at the mansion doors with their sibling because the young one has lit fire to the couch three times this week with their mutation before Reader agreed they need help controlling it.

Isekai Reader just saw Jean put a load of laundry in and is having Tide pod flashbacks

Mutant Mutant Reader cries onto Evan shoulder about their family, while Logan has a horrible gut feeling he's forgotten something.

Crow Reader got a hold of McDonald's French fry coupons and has never felt more excitement in their life.

Half-Diamond Reader is sitting in their parent's old throne room. Not on the throne, but on the floor as they try to comfort a panicking pearl who spilled their strange human drink.

Blood of Dragon Reader is doing their mandatory wing exercises, not knowing the adults hope to get them actually flying soon.

Gargoyle Reader is getting their cheeks squished cause the Gargoyles stone faces just don't do that and they are fascinated!

Fnaf Reader just got scooped up by yet another animatronic who is so happy to see them and oh my goodness look at how you've grown! Are you eating enough Reader? Let's go grab a slice a pizza and then we can go to the arcade and laser tag and- (seriously Laura did you tell ALL of them?)

Reincarnated Reader is very awkwardly sitting next to Victor in a crowded roadside diner while he stares them down( Logan is telling them to leave but they are hungry and haven't eaten anything but jerky in a while and they just can't afford to leave)

Hidden in the Dark Reader has clawed their way into the vents. The yans can't see them, but Reader can definitely hear them yelling for them. They just need a minute to breathe.

( That's all I got for now! Thank you for all ur hard work!)

I love it. Thank you, @sugar-soda. Thank you. I like this addition to the Reader Multiverse and all the different aus.

(And I'm back, with a few ideas! I enjoyed my break, and I'm going to take things a little slower so I don't go through burn out as quick!)

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I FUCKING LOVED THE NEW X-MEN EPISODE!!!

We got the Summers Family acting like an actual Family. I love how Kurt gave Jean the best advice like literally Kurt gives everyone the advice they so desperately need. Seeing Scott and Nathan fist bump to also gave me life. I also love when Jean talks about Maddie like I deeply believe Jean saw her as a sister but just didn't know how exactly to reach out when she went through so much.

Also can I talk about how much I love Jean being all Motherly?!?! Like telling Nathan to put on his seatbelt and putting it on for him. Then Scott also being dad and a good husband saying stuff like Nathan, Jean Run! Like ooh those two were finally acting like a family and I am so here for it.

Need more of the Summers Family I fear.

I literally hate Bastion so much already. Like how are you as a Mutant, basically getting rid of your kind? Not to mention Magneto starting war?!?! I could never blame him. Like he literally knew how ostracized Mutants would be from day one.

I also love how Kurt was ready to Kill fro Rogue in an instant. He literally would do anything for his sister and I love him for it .

Now hoo... Roberto's mother done pissed me off. So many parents would rather save face than protect their children. The hurt in his eyes when his mother didn't believe him broke my heart. Can we also talk about how Jubilee literally suicide jumped off that building even for just a second like she would rather hope she learned how to fly instead of surrendering.

I also once again loved the Cute Juberto scenes. I know a lot of people don't fuck with the relationship but I seriously love them. I think they are so cute. Also Roberto learning how to fly and practicing in the danger room! Like I loved that.

Morph was once again killing me with the jokes like not the Wolverine universe thing. I enjoyed seeing the Logan fight sequence when he was in the air and Kurt with swords was everything I didn't know I needed to see animated until that very moment.

Now Professor X done pissed me off still. Like HOW DO YOU FINALLY SHOW UP!!! AFTER EVERYTHING!!! You had the X-Men take over YOUR DREAM! And then you abandon THEM?!?! Like ughhh!!!

Good news thou, STORM WILL HOPEFULLY BE IN THE NEXT EPISODE. And maybe we will get her saving Jubilee and Roberto that would be cool.

I also hope Rogue wakes up soon. (Not to mention I loved seeing all those marvel characters especially Spiderman♡♡♡)

Also, I love Jubilee's new outfit. And the "To me my X-Men was everything. I love when they say that line. And seeing the faces?! Loved that. I am all to excited for the next episode.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Humans And Mutants - Chapter 10 - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: It's All A Lie

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jean, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Charles, Magneto, Mystique (Mentioned), Pyro (Mentioned), Stryker (Mentioned), some of the children (Mentioned), and Mutant 143

WC: 982

Warnings: X-Men canon violence, X-Men canon storyline, brief mention of death/killing, italics, slow burn, and angst

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

Ororo stared at Jean in agony. She then turned to the children, to the other X-Men, and then to Nightcrawler, who then spoke, “But, Miss Ororo…” He began, only for them all to look at her. From the look on her face, they all knew there was no debate.

“Get to the helicopter.” Ororo said to Cyclops.

Cyclops nodded, and Nightcrawler wrapped his arms around Ororo, and closed his eyes. “You have five minutes before I come in after you.” Logan said to Ororo, who nodded, her lips pursed.

“Our Father who art in Heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom comes, thy will be done, on Earth…” Nightcrawler whispered, then they both disappeared. They then reappeared and discovered themselves on the platform behind Charles in the Cerebro of Mutant 143’s vision. Nightcrawler stared in awe at the room, and the billions of white lights that were twisting above. Dark Cerebro’s hum was getting faster and faster, while the white lights brightened even more. “... As it is in Heaven.” Nightcrawler finished his prayer, in awe.

At the same time, the hum echoed throughout. Stryker pulled on the chains that were binding hom and felt the effect of Dark Cerebro pulling on his mind. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Then he heard a voice, “Mr. Stryker. How good to see you again.” Magneto spoke as Stryker lifted his head up to see both Magneto and Mystique. “It seems that we keep running into each other.” Swiftly, the chains wrapped around Stryker’s throat, strangling him; he was choking. “Mark my words, it will never happen again.” Magneto finished.

Later in the helicopter, Magneto sat next to Mystique. She pushed a button, and the propellers began to spin. She was about to pull back on the stick when she looked outside. Magneto turned to meet her gaze, his eyes narrowed curiously. Outside the helicopter was Pyro, alone, flicking his lighter open and closed. Magneto looked to Mystique for guidance, she had no answer. Magneto reached out and opened the door, and with a smile and a nod, Magento stretched his hand out as an offer to come aboard. Pyro hesitated, but then put his lighter into his pocket. He walked to the helicopter and joined them silently. The helicopter then took off, flying high into the sky. Magneto, Mystique, and Pyro; the new ally.

The little girl glanced up to see Ororo and Nightcrawler at the very end of the platform behind Charles, and just as they made eye contact, Ororo yelled, “Professor!” Her voice was as soft as a whisper against the sounds of Cerebro and the hold that the little girl had on Charles’ mind.

The platform between the little girl and Ororo started to stretch to near-infinity. The platform was so long that it looked like an endless highway expanding into a void. Cerebro was massive, the aspect was completely off. The rotating globe seemed to be the actual size of the Earth.

“I hear them… But I can’t find them.” Charles looked about with the help of Cerebro but saw nothing.

“Then increase the signal.” The little girl said stubbornly. He closed his eyes again, concentrating. The droning got louder. In the back of the platform, Ororo was running towards Charles but made no headway. The little girl suddenly appeared in front of her and glared. “Stay away.” She spoke, glaring at the women.

Ororo took another step forward anyway, against the little girl’s demanding words. The platform between her and the girl suddenly broke and fell into the abyss, creating a massive chasm between them. Ororo looked into the chasm, then closed her eyes and continued walking forward. Nightcrawler was completely terrified.

“This is just an illusion. You can't fool me. It’s all just a game.” She spoke. She stepped forward, unafraid. Her foot stepped into the abyss and she fell, screaming. Nightcrawler's tail reached down and grabbed her, pulling her back up onto the platform with him. The room rocked by the sound of another explosion. The illusion quickly fell, then re-aligned itself. The girl flashed into Mutant 143 and back again. The lights were getting brighter, the hum was getting louder and louder. Back at the control panel of Cerebro, Charles looked around, still unable to find anyone. “Professor!” Ororo yelled, her voice was very faint in his ears and mind.

Ororo and Nightcrawler looked up and saw the panels on the ceiling raining down. Ororo looked at Nightcrawler and glanced back at Charles. Nightcrawler quickly enveloped his arms around her and they disappeared, reappearing in-between Charles and the girl. The girl stared at them angrily.

“Ororo. I was just trying to find you.” Charles spoke, still unknowing of what was really going on.

“Professor, you have to stop Cerebro now.” Ororo said, desperate for it all to end.

Charles smiles, “I’m just locating the others… And showing our friend the mutants of the world.” 

The little girl smiled as Charles looked up at the billions of white lights. “These aren’t the mutants of the world.” Ororo said, leaving Charles confused and bewildered once more. “Professor, none of this is real. It’s an illusion. You have to see beyond it.” Ororo explained, trying to snap him out of it.

The little girl moved to Charles’s side. “Don’t listen to her, she’s lying!” The little girl yelled, now desperate.

“Professor! Who is this girl?” Ororo pleaded with Charles.

Charles continued to smile, “She’s a student.” Charles answered, as if it was a fact.

“You know every student in the school. Which one is she?” Ororo asked, gesturing to the child. “This is an illusion, Professor. You’ve been inside it for far too long.”

The girl's eyes quickly changed, one blue and the other green. Charles thought hard. He looked up to the white lights and back to the girl. Realization crossed his face. “Jason...”

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i’m so obsessed with crimson (not a cringe name at all!) and logan!!!

pls tell us more about crimson and her backstory! and her mutation! thanks baby!!!

wtf oh em gee anon ofc i’d love to chat about her!

for her mutation, she’s basically a blood bender, but with some extra stuff cause i thought just blood bending was a little boring lmao. i'm not the best at explaining things, so hopefully this isn’t all over the place.

in my head, she can manipulate blood that's both inside and outside of the body. she can sort of "possess" peoples bodies by either ingesting their blood or by blood-to-blood contact. if it has a blood stream, she can take it over. it’s not only limited to just the living either, corpses that still have blood in their bodies are easiest for her to manipulate.

she refrains from ever ingesting blood in fear of looking too scary, she only learned and honed the blood-to-blood contact method working with charles and hank. she can also use her own blood (other peoples as well but once again, she doesn't really want to come off as scary) as a weapon by manipulating it into sharp objects once it's spilled.

she hardly possesses living people because it takes a huge toll on her physically and it's still a little too hard for her to execute safely.

i even toyed with the idea of her being able to like...ingest a mutants ability. not forever, but if she takes enough blood from them she can retain a watered down, weaker version of whatever ability they may have for a short period of time, but i'm not so sure about making it 'canon' in my own little universe.

one cause it’s a super similar trait to rogue and two cause i obviously want her abilities to be interesting and powerful in a way, but i don't want to make her too op or a sort of mary sue type character. it's so icky reading ocs that are written to be the strongest mutant ever that body jean and magneto and everyone else under the sun. i don't ever want to give that vibe with this lol please let me know if i do don't spare my feelings like is this cool or is it too extra...

okay so what i have in my head in terms of a backstory is very chaotic and not really fully fledged in any way shape or form! the main idea i have for her is that, as a child, she was sold to a mutant testing lab by her abusive mother. her father left right after her abilities developed, refusing to raise a mutant daughter.

i know i very ominously mentioned the “scientists” and the “experiments” in afilav sort of in passing, but just know she was a mutant before she was tested on! the experiments only affected her mutation. that’s why she reacts more aggressively or viscerally to the sight and smell of blood. however, her enhanced strength and healing are a result of her time in the lab.

anyway long story short she finally broke out of the lab when she was older and started to “work” as like a free agent for a couple years.

killed whoever wherever for whoever for lots of money. she never stayed in one place long. she liked being off the grid, mostly drifting from state to state sleeping in shelters, on park benches, in abandoned cars, but only until she was found by charles xavier.

that's really it! i'm trying to think out some more aspects of her that are only half-baked ideas so i won't bother writing them down lol thanks for the question anon! i had so much fun actually sitting down and writing this.

fyi: i'll be tagging all my content about this au and character with the tags 'to the bone au' and 'file: crimson' from this point on :)

love you!

[weapon-xox]

YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PART 2 OF LOHAN MEETING THE X-MEN (maybe Logan and Wade end up joining so that Mary puppins can love in a mansion like she deserves or they don't whatever you want 😍)

so this turned into a lot of magneto and i didnt mean for it to but it just happened 💀 ill apologize again for the pacing, its not my strong suit, but please enjoy! 💕

Part 2 of Logan meets the X-Men!

It's been months now since Logan and Wade first showed up to the X-Mansion.

Logan wasn't sure why they kept going. In all honesty, Magneto really had Logan stressed out, and he was finding himself angry at Charles for keeping him around. He'd have to remind himself that, maybe this timelines Logan knew about this "partnership", and maybe he was okay with the arrangement, but the worst Wolverine was not.

...Unless he could be convinced otherwise, and Wade was trying his absolute hardest to get Logan on board. Dragging him along on trips to the school that Wade never used to make before, unless dragged there by Colossus, and if Logan didn't know any better he'd think Wade was trying to get Magnetos approval.

Doesn't he know how he can hurt me? Logan would think to himself, and Wade would just look at him and smile excitedly, unknowingly, excited to even be near one of his... Heros? Is that what Erik was to him? It left a sour taste in Logans mouth.

At some point during their visits, Logan couldn't exactly remember when it happened, they'd started joining the X-Men on missions. Just small ones, no giant robots or evil masterminds, just regular superhero joe things like stopping a robbery, or helping little old ladies across the street.

Not actually, it's just what it felt like to Wade.

The Wolverine had to admit, aside from the missions he defenitely didn't want to be apart of, but went along for Wades sake and to keep an eye on him, it's been nice. Seeing the faces of his old friends, who he'd once considered family and still mostly, but it was hard for him to not feel disconnected from the whole thing. The pair would only see the X-Men at least once a week for these missions, or if there wasn't one then just for a visit, on Wades behalf.

It was disorienting. Logan had told the merc that, one night in bed, Wades nose tucked into the crevice of a perfectly hairy and smelly armpit while a leg was tangeled between two muscular and equally as furry ones.

"What is?" Wade muttered sheepishly, unwilling to pull his face away from the comforting heat and smell of Logans body.

"This whole X-Men thing, bub. I don't like it. Goin' to the school, goin' on childrens missions. Comin' back home and havin' to dread goin' back every goddamn week. Doin' a quick mission, then coming back home to... This," meaning domestication. Without missing a beat, lifting his head enough to look Logan in the eye, he said,

"Why don't we just move in?"

And so they did. It was hard on everyone. Charles was kind, offered them a room, or seperate rooms, but Wade insisted on sharing. Logan was thankful. Wade had also talked a lot about Althea to Charles and Magneto, one of two acting as if he hadn't been listening to Wades ramblings all along but actually, it had been Erik who suggested moving Al into the school. Even Charles looked shocked, and Wade actually broke down crying because "he DOES care!"

And although the initial idea of moving into the school was Wades idea, the move had been the hardest on him. Wade and change did not mix well, uprooting all of his things and his way of living because, lets be honest, moving into the school meant Wade would have to be on his best behavior. Change certain aspects of himself, and that had Wade in a spiral of angry outbursts, which turned into a full on mental breakdown. Then he'd be manic, happy to "move out of this shithole" and "give our sweet, darling daughter (Mary Puppins) the life she deserves. That mansion is hers and no one can tell her otherwise."

After all was said and done, Logan and his new found family moved into the mansion, it... Actually did feel a little better.

Everyone loved Mary Puppins. She was disgusting, and putrid, but the students adored her. Snuck her treats or parts of their meals under the table, took her outside to the nice big yard for her to play. Wade always had an hawks eye on her but otherwise, she was loved and taken care of.

The teachers and some of the older students liked to gather around Althea to listen to her talk. She had a lot of stories, most ending in cocaine, but she managed to change the narrative to be a little more school friendly. Even Magneto would hang around, arms crossed and leaned against a wall, silent but always listening. He took a liking to Al, and sometimes Logan would see him guiding her through the large, winding halls, Al on his arm in a sly attempt to cop a feel, but their conversations sounded pleasant enough.

Logan didn't sense any ill intention, so he never kicked up a fuss. It also helped that Logan had walked in on Magneto one time before one of his classes, standing in front of the danger room. His cape was scooped up and tangled inside of the silky warmth had been miss Mary herself. She looked blissed out, gnarly tongue hung over the side of her maw and drooling all over him, eyes closed, Magneto whispering to her sweetly. As soon as he'd seen Logan he cleared his throat, stopped his sweet nothings, but never put Mary down until class had begun.

Logan ended up joining him for the class. They fought a good battle, their team (the students) had all worked well together, and afterwards Logan had met up with Wade and shoved him into their bedroom with a low growl, pumped full of adrenaline, and that's when Logan decided he really needed to be an X-Man again.

More months went on. Logan and Magneto, as it turns out, work really fucking well together. Logan had always let his old team use his body as a weapon, free to throw him where they needed to be, to claw and destroy, because he knew they still respected him as a person. But when Erik had suggested it the first time, Logan had been angry.

I knew there was an ulterior motive. He'll take control and destroy me, hurt me, and that will be it.

But Wade, bloodied and panting from battle, urged Logan to just let him do it. That Erik had given them no reason to not trust him, and Logan trusted Wade most, so he reluctantly agreed.

And it became a thing. A really useful thing, actually, and after every battle Magneto and Logan would look at each other, chests heaving and something powerful glimmering in their eyes with understanding. Wade would have been jealous if he wasn't always on the receiving end of Logans "affections", his way of relaxing after a good fight, to come down from the high of a victory.

For genuinely probably the first time since Wade and Logan had come around, Wade leaned over the counter in the kitchen in a pair of Wolverine boxers and an oversized flannel (courtesy of his honey badger) while munching groggily on a piece of toast, Magneto spoke to him.

"Mister Wilson, I- Oh. Please, put some clothes on." Wade looked down at himself with a bare, arched brow, then back at Magneto who just shook his head.

"Anyway," he drawled slowly, eyes averted from Wades body. "I want to... Thank you, for bringing Logan back to us. For being here with him. Having not only one, but two, nearly immortal-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, tall, dark and intense. Don't you dare thank us for being your weapons, especially not Logan." Magneto shut his mouth, and Wade stood up straight, discarding his toast to the napkin he'd been using as a plate.

"He isn't your weapon. You better not even dare think of him that way, because no matter how much I want to climb inside of you," Erik made a disgusted face. "I won't hesistate to kill you for using him. We're here for him, not for me, not for you, or any of these losers.

"I know he needed this. To be an X-Man again, because it's what he knows. He's good at helping people, at killing, being a fucking animal. He deserves to have this, to let loose, and a team that loves him, but that's what this is- a team. Not 'let's throw Logan like a six point dart at our target and be done with him.' He feels a lot of guilt from his world that he just can't let go of. If you want to thank anyone, thank him, because it really was hell to get him here and I know it's taking a toll on that gorgeous head of his more and more everyday that he has to be around the people he feels he abandonded and got killed."

Wade left it at that with a sickingly sweet kiss to Eriks cheek, toast long forgotten on the counter as he left to find Logan, suddenly needing to hold his princess in his arms and tell him that everything would be alright.

Magneto stood in silence, stunned, took in every word Wade had said and flipped it over again and again in his brain, trying to make sense of it all, and when he finally did he nodded to himself with a new type of vigor.

He'd thank Logan, later. And Wade too, for real this time. Maybe he had been a tad insensitive, and if Logan noticed he hadn't said anything. Maybe Wade was just observant. But the Wolverine was just as much a team member as the rest of them, a part of their family, and Wade too. Not just weapons to use at their disposal just because they couldn't really die. If Erik wanted to gain their trust- Logans trust, to have him fully accept him as one of their own and understand his intentions were nothing but good, that he was trying so hard to be good, he'd just have to try harder.

And for Charles, Magneto was willing to do whatever it takes.

[altoace]

I love X-Men Evo, and I have hundreds of incorrect quotes saved. I love all of these dumb teens (as well as Logan and Ororo) very much.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Scott: No, I’ll tell you what the problem is! The problem is—

Lance: {holds his breath and covers his ears}

Scott: Great, that’s just what your brain needs. Less oxygen.

— — — — —

Pietro: Isn’t it weird that people kill mosquitoes just because they’re annoying?

Pietro: Imagine if people did that to other people? I would’ve been dead years ago!

— — — — —

Rogue: Behold, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

— — — — —

Kurt, during training: Hey, who wants to see an impression of my mother?

Scott: Kurt, no.

*Kurt teleports out of the room*

Scott: KURT, NO!

— — — — —

Scott: Isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Kurt: Plane tickets?

Evan: Concert tickets?

Kitty: Prostitution?

Scott, eyes closed, holding his shades: Glasses.

— — — — —

Lance: {walks in}

Todd and Fred: {making horse noises at each other}

Lance: {walks out}

— — — — —

Tabitha: Every now and then, I like to do as I’m told just to confuse people.

— — — — —

Kitty: {running away from mutants working for Magneto while on the phone}

Scott: Where are you?!

Kitty: I don’t know! You tell me!

Scott: Any sort of notable sign or something?!

Kitty: Umm…staircase!

Scott:

Scott: Anything else? Like a room name?! Any item that’s unique?!

Kitty: Fire extinguisher!

Rogue, muttering under her breath: She’s gonna die…

— — — — —

Kurt: When life gives you lemons—

Rogue: Squeeze them in people’s eyes.

— — — — —

Evan: Someday, in the distant future, people will once again be capable of hearing the phrase “what is love” without also feeling the primal urge to respond with “baby don’t hurt me”.

Kitty: So at that point, people will say “baby don’t hurt me”…no more?

— — — — —

Wanda: Can you pass the pepper?

Todd: What’s the ~magic word~?

*Wanda begins chanting*

Pietro, panicking: JUST TAKE IT OH MY GOD

— — — — —

Xavier: I admit, I was wrong to give up on you all so quickly.

The Brotherhood: Good.

Xavier: However—

The Brotherhood: No, no however. Just be wrong. Just live in your wrongness and be wrong and get used to it.

— — — — —

Lance: Where’s the yogurt? I thought you went to the store?

Pietro: {incoherent mumbling}

Lance: Huh?

Pietro: IT WAS ON THE TOP SHELF

Lance:

Pietro: I COULDN’T REACH IT

— — — — —

*at the zoo*

Lance: So, what are they in for?

Kitty: This isn’t prison.

Lance: So they can leave?

Kitty: Well, no but—

Lance, pointing at a penguin: I bet that one killed somebody.

— — — — —

Xavier: Do you know why I chose you as my first student?

Scott: I assumed you lost a bet.

— — — — —

Scott: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Evan: “Best smile”.

Kurt: “Nicest personality”.

Kitty: “Most likely to start a bar fight”.

Rogue: “Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one”.

— — — — —

Jean: Evan, if we get out of this alive, I will kill you.

Evan: So what’s my incentive to live?

— — — — —

Kurt: Are you a morning person or an evening person?

Scott: If I’m lucky, I get a good few minutes in during the middle of the day.

— — — — —

Scott: Sorry I’m late. I broke down on my way here.

Rogue: Is your car okay?

Scott: Car?

Rogue:

The X-Men:

— — — — —

Lance: Mystique is gonna try and have you killed.

Scott: I can’t say that surprises me.

— — — — —

Kurt, about Tabitha: I don’t know what she’s planning, but I can tell you two things. We won’t like it, and it won’t be legal.

— — — — —

Pietro: Of all the things I am low enough to do, how could you even doubt if that was one of them?

— — — — —

Todd: Why are only roosters allowed to start the day screaming?

Lance: Because we live in the same house and I will murder you.

— — — — —

Scott: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club.

Wanda: What club?

Rogue: The hating Magneto club.

Wanda:

Wanda: The fuck? I should be the leader of that club.

— — — — —

Kitty: Guys! Logan just fell down the stairs!

Ororo: And what did he say?

Kitty: Should I skip the swearing?

Ororo: Yes.

Kitty: Then he fell in silence.

[kai-anderson-whore]

Took you long enough (Peter maximoff x fem reader)

Summary: you and Peter have been best friends since logan and your father needed him for a favour now it your dad's school Peter confesses his secret to you

Warnings: none just fluff

A/n: a day or two ago I posted a poll on what fic I should upload next and Peter was the most requested I'll do another one in a day or two with the other two and one more that I'm finishing.

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The halls were flooded with students in the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, your fathers school matter of fact your Walkman playing your music through your ears, not bothering with anyone, till you bumped into a certain speedster.

"Peter christ I almost dropped my books" you huffed peeling your headphones from your ears, "sorry I gotta go I'm super late for class" he said speeding away in a flash, pretty ironic he has superspeed yet is always superlate you often thought that was his supernatural ability being late for everything.

You had met Peter before you dad restarted the school, back in the 70s when Peter helped magneto escape prison with your dad, hank and logan, from then on your became friends with your supernatural abilities and similar music taste was how you bonded.

Your father was sceptical with the friendship since Peter was a boy and your dad charles was very protective of you, finally making it to class you didn't pay attention since your dad taught you most of the stuff you needed to know growing up.

Once the class was over you were greeted by Peter who stood outside your class waiting for you, "hang out?" You asked since you didn't have anymore classes for the rest of the day, "read my mind" he smiled "well it is my power" you laughed so did he "hold on" he said grabbing on to you as he sped you to your room.

You never got used to the speed he went the first time you got whiplash and a few times after that, you made it to your dorm room in the blink of an eye, "I'll never get used to that" you chuckled your supernatural ability was the same as your father's getting into people's heads reading their minds.

"It is cool though" he smirked plopping down on your bed, you placed a record on, placing the needle on the round disc, plopping beside Peter "so what you wanna talk about?" You asked grabbing the magazine you forgot to finish off the night before about the latest celebrity gossip.

"Well actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you" he nervously chuckled scratching the back of his neck, "What's up?" You closed the magazine giving Peter you full undivided attention, "well you know we've been friends for a while" he started you nodded encouraging him to continue you felt nervous you could've read his mind to know what he was going to say but you didn't like reading minds invading their thoughts.

"And I know you promised me not to read my mind to know what I'm thinking but that's because I've been keeping a secret from you" he paused you furrowed your brows confused Peter told you absolutely everything you were his best friend, "omg it's that girl in class I knew you liked her" you realised acting all excited but in reality you were sad.

Peter is your best friend but you had a big fat crush on him since you first met you seen him date other girls but they never worked out you were always happy when he had a girlfriend making him happy but that selfish part of you couldn't wait till they broke up.

"No, no its not her but I do like someone like a lot" he chuckled so did you seeing the blush rising in his cheeks, "then who Peter come on I'm your best friend you can tell me" you egged on Peter was hesitant to say another word scared that what he would say would upset you and ruin the friendship you two had built.

"Well she is in my class infact she knows me very well and I feel like we're the same person" he hinted you tried to think of everyone in the school that talks to Peter a lot but you couldn't think, "just tell me Peter" you couldn't guess who it was at all Peter just stared at you hoping you would click on "it's me?" You gasped in shock now finally connecting the dots.

"Took you long enough" Peter nervously laughed the slight fear that you'd reject him made him regret his choice, "I don't know what to say Peter when? how? why?" Your head was filled with questions you couldn't wrap your around it. Peter let out a soft chuckle at how confused you were.

"Well when I first met you, how and why because you're beautiful y/n your smart, funny and most of all you know me well how could I not" Peter smiled you couldn't help it you wrapped your arms around Peter connecting your lips together in a sweet tender kiss.

You felt like that girl in the movie's were they finally kiss the person they loved, as cliché as it sound but it was true, having peters lips on yours made you feel like a million dollars.

You pulled away from his lips blushing, you kissed your best friend you didn't know what to say now. it wasn't awkward you just didn't know what to say, "that was amazing" Peter whispered he also couldn't believe what just happened he had been dying to confess his feeling to you for months and he finally mustered up the courage to do so.

"It was" you bit your fingernails with nerves your mind fogged with more questions, what was this for us?, what if we don't work?, you cleared your throat to speak "what are we now like where do we go from here?" You asked you did have strong feelings for Peter but you didn't want to rush into a relationship and then your friendship might go tits up.

"Whatever you want to do if you don't want to rush into anything right now I'm totally ok with that I just wanted you to know how I feel" Peter reassured  you, "maybe take it slow before jumping on the ban-wagon if we work we work if we don't then we will continue our friendship like it is" you settled Peter seemed happy at that agreeing with you.

"That's fine by me, oh want me to change the record" Peter asked now realising the record you put on was now finished, "Yeah thanks peter" you smiled.

[tobiasdrake]

Okay, and here we are again with Too Much Telekinesis.

So Xavier and Magneto come into Jean's old home and it's straight-up poltergeist shit in here. The water cooler's bubbling like crazy and the pictures on the wall are rattling and the light's swinging.

Jean is in the living room sitting by herself and everything around her is levitating. This is what Charles was talking about when he said her powers were uncontrollable, right?

Uh, not exactly? The second Xavier rolls into the room, Jean just cuts that shit out. Everything drops and her attention turns to him.

So. Like. She was doing all that on purpose. She demonstrably could stop any time she wanted. She's not out-of-control. She's telekinetically stimming.

So then we get the debate.

I am 100% on Magneto's side here. Holy shit.

Xavier is bald-faced lying to Jean. He's trying to gaslight her with pleasant-sounding sentiments about "taking you home" and "let me help you" when we know that Magneto's accusations are completely true. He's not ascribing any motive to Xavier that Xavier himself didn't espouse in his argument with Logan.

He does want to control her. He does think she has too much telekinesis. He is trying to trick her so he can suppress her abilities again. As usual, every word out of Magneto's mouth is capital-A Accurate.

And when you consider the overarching theme about the humans trying to suppress mutation, it is impossible to take Xavier's side here. How can we, in one breath, say it is unethical to forcibly suppress mutants' natural abilities but then in the same breath say Jean is too dangerous and must be suppressed?

I mean, she killed Cyclops and tried to kill Logan. But again, that is something that Xavier, by his own admission, did to her and not any fault of her own. He broke her brain because he decided she had too much telekinesis. Jean is the victim in all of this.

And then, because Magneto is winning at diplomacy, Xavier tries violence.

As he says that last line, Jean suddenly flings a lamp across the room, in reaction to an unprovoked psychic assault by Xavier.

Jean furiously starts rattling shit again and growls, "Stay out of my head."

He does not. He keeps attacking. Trying to psychically intrude and force his will upon Jean because she won't do what he wants.

Magneto even directly brings up the parallels between these two storylines. He's goading Jean, of course. But. Like. Is he wrong? Xavier is trying to violently break Jean's mind because she wouldn't consent to letting him suppress her powers. How is this different from the Cure Guns?

So. Y'know.

Go off, queen. This is the result of an escalation to violence that Xavier started. We were having a civil conversation before he started swinging.

Xavier threw the first punch here. He doesn't get to complain if Jean's tired of years and years of unknowingly letting him punch her.

Jean doesn't try to eat any of Xavier's giblets. The final insult.

Can I go with them too? Much like X-Men 1, Magneto's speaking a lot of sense in this movie.

[nicsnort]

Trial by Fire (part 67)

A Nightcrawler/Fem!OC romance, drama, and mystery fanfic, with lots of Quicksilver thrown in for fun and even more drama.

Intro (with link to full Ao3 story) First Previous

“Kurt,” Xavier communicated as the others stepped away, “Magneto desires to meet. If you can contain yourself you may be a part of this conversation.”

Kurt’s shoulders had tensed just a bit. Magneto meant Azazel. He’d never escape his father, he thought faintly. I can behave if they will . He knew he sounded like a child, but he couldn’t help it. His teeth were still on edge, his jaw still tense knowing that they had her -- at least, he tried to reassure himself, that Bedelia would be safe if only unhappy.

From outside, Azazel must have gotten the sign from Xavier -- the way his tail straightened like a snake about to strike told Magneto such. He took Magneto’s arm and away they were, teleporting before Xavier in the entryway. Magneto looked around. It was empty, quiet. Trance and the others must have stepped away. Good. But there was Nightcrawler, the lookalike of Azazel, his son. 

The bamf of Azazel seemed to echo around the silent room as he teleported in with Magneto. Usually, Magneto would have his helmet off for these meetings, but not it remained on. He was hiding something that read to Xavier, or he did not trust them for some reason.

“Charles.” Magneto greeted, mindful to keep the warmth that would have otherwise been in his tone back, given their company. He looked at Nightcrawler and gave a small nod. Kurt, however, only blinked back.

“Erik,” Xavier greeted in a similarly neutral tone. “I expected you earlier. And to come with the girl as a passage in...I am disappointed you would use her like that.”

Magneto gave the smallest shrug. “The girl was overdue to leave the hideout. We both know she’ll thrive with kids her own age. I figured this would serve two purposes -- two birds, one stone, as they say, Charles.” He much preferred to be in Charles’ office, a game of chess between them, perhaps two or so fingers worth of whisky or scotch in a glass each. 

Kurt kept his eyes on Azazel, silent but frowning. He didn’t think the Professor was in danger. If the girl, Donna, was truly going to live here, the Brotherhood seemed to be treating this place as hallowed grounds -- which just upset him further, knowing they had Bedelia despite it all.

“But enough about that,” Magneto said, “Speaking of disappointment, Charles, I thought we had a deal about the journalist.” Disapproval laced his voice, tsking almost.

Xavier's nostrils flared just a bit. What was this tone that Erik was taking? Here they had the first major truce between the X-men and Brotherhood, and he broke that fragile trust. Xavier shook his head, his eyes narrowing. 

“As did I, Erik,” he replied. “I thought we could mend old bridges, even if for a short time. It seems that you were of a different mind. Perhaps, Logan was right. You have taken advantage of our trust.”

It was what Logan had mumbled as he left...where was the temperamental mutant anyway? Usually, he would be back by now. Did he truly go off on one of his little self-adventures at this critical time?

To anyone else, Xavier was exceptionally calm, as he always was. It was what he did -- the figure of wisdom and peace, serenity. But Erik knew Charles intimately and caught the slightest hint of displeasure. He would have normally marveled at getting at him, but not now. Rather, his words made Erik pause.

“...You think we have her.” It wasn’t a question but a statement of surprise. He smiled then, his teeth flashing, and Kurt thought he looked like a shark. “You think we have her? What game are you playing, Charles?” 

Then, unable to resist, the words seem to fly out of Kurt’s mouth. “Who else would have taken her? She had been in the middle of a brutal interview, one that disparaged the Brotherhood -- of course, Quicksilver took her, to keep her quiet.” 

Magneto raised a brow as he fixed his gaze on the blue man. Ah, yes, Pietro had said the boy was ‘dating’ the human. Well, beggars can’t be choosers. “I see you did not inherit your emotional control from either parent.” And he was pleased to see Kurt’s tail flicker in outrage. At least there was that similarity. 

Azazel smirked at Magneto’s comment to Kurt. “Obviously, he wasn’t raised properly,” he quietly insinuated. The flare-up of anger had made him smirk though. Kurt had spunk just like Mystique. He may have looked more like Azazel, but this child was more Mystique in personality.

Xavier raised a hand at Kurt to prevent another outburst. “Are you going to try and tell me you don’t have her? Why hide your thoughts then, Erik? Why did you take her, Erik? Or was this something your son planned on his own?”

Magneto frowned, not at Kurt or even Azazel’s remark -- which he noticed Kurt had clenched his fists at -- but at Xavier. The emotion in his voice sounded...true, authentic. Gently, he reached up and removed his helmet. His eyes bore into Charles’, a silent grant of permission for him to see just enough that no one in the Brotherhood had taken the journalist. “I do not have her, old friend...and if you truly do not have her either...then who does?” It made him unsettled. 

To tell the truth, Xavier had been hurt seeing Magneto in his helm. The man hadn’t worn it in front of him in private for many years. He knew it was the face that his X-men were used to seeing on the battlefield, but it was not the one he was used to. His old friend, cutting him off so entirely...it did pain him.

So when Erik reached up and removed the helm, Xavier did experience a small catharsis. Then when he granted that silent permission, Xavier gave an incline of his head in thanks. He searched Erik’s thoughts and memories. He saw Pietro explaining the situation from his point of view. That Kurt had taken her away, that it was Kurt and the X-men who had broken their deal. He saw them watching the tape. Bedelia fleeing for her life and then nothing...no sign of where she had gone.

“We do not have her, old friend,” he finally replied in confirmation. “If neither of us do then her fate may be very dark indeed.”

Outside the manor, Logan was pulling up to the front door. He could see the lights on inside and the bodies there. His keen nose smelt Magneto, Azazel, that new Brotherhood girl, and two unfamiliar scents. What were they doing here? Were they here because of the journalist? Well, fucking good. Getting off his bike, he headed up the steps.

Kurt paled a bit at the statement the Professor had made. Magneto had his helmet off, so there was no way he could be lying. The Brotherhood didn’t have Bedelia. So...where was she? He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. He needed a calm head, he needed an even temper -- Bedelia needed him to be calm, to think...and he didn’t need to give the Brotherhood the ability to remark any further. “Professor…” He said, looking up at Logan, who walked in. He held something in his fist as he eyed Magneto.

Logan, who took the measure of the room, even noting the two unfamiliar scents followed with Storm a bit away, gave a small grunt. “Went to the alley of the station. Found this.” Disapproval dripped off his words as he held out the patch. It was dirty, crushed, and filthy, but it was still readily apparent: Essex.

Xavier felt the bottom drop out of his stomach at the sight of the logo. Bedelia in the hands of Essex. The ones she had been investigating for so long. If she was alive, they had to find her. The only problem was where to start. Azazel had the least response of everyone in the room. A detached interest. He didn’t really care for the journalist. She had her purpose though...and it was fascinating to see his son look so despondent. “That is bothersome,” he commented. The first to say a word after the reveal. “She is likely dead already.”

“We cannot say that,” Xavier replied quickly, even if he had the same thoughts. “But time is of the essence.”

Azazel’s cold remark seemed to bring some energy back into Kurt. His tail sharply snapped, and he scowled, his teeth bared. “How dare you!” 

Before Kurt could act on any impulsive emotion, fear, grief, or guilt, Trance spoke sharply, loudly enough to be heard by the group. She had returned from the tour with Donna as Storm was taking the child to bed. “If they were going to kill her, they would have left her there to be found. No point in carting her away...they’re toying with her.” 

Kurt looked back to the woman and breathed out shakily. It was his fault. He had failed Bedelia. He had failed, and now she was either dead or she was in pain. He shook his head, trying to keep a steady head, but struggling. “We need to...to look for her. We need to find her, Professor.” 

Logan shoved the patch into his pocket. He raised an eyebrow, looking over at Trance. Well, if anyone would know… “We will, Elf, but we gotta have something to go off on. What did she know about Essex?”

Magneto shook his head. He, like Azazel, believed this was going to be a waste. Except...Trance had a point. “She isn’t a mutant to be experimented on,” he said matter-of-factly, “why would the corporation keep her alive and risk her being found?”

“It does not matter if she is mutant or human...experimentation needs a variety of sample sizes.” Skinwalker’s voice, dark and shattered like glass, surprised them. He had returned from helping Storm take Donna to bed. He looked paler than before, unsettled.

Kurt could feel the blood drain from his face. “Her apartment. We need to look through her apartment. She...she was researching, but...she didn’t share a lot of it.” Something he regretted greatly now. He should have insisted and pushed her to tell him more. 

“She potentially has information on us as well that they could want. And they may want to know how much we know. We need to find her work as quickly as possible before they have a chance to...uncover it,” Hank added, walking forward to examine the logo. Maybe there was some test he could run to discover its origin.

Charles gave a nod as well. “Kurt, take Logan and go to her home. Find whatever information you can. Her journal, notes, anything. Bring it back here for us to go over. Hopefully, she has a lead, somewhere we can search.”

Azazel had watched his son’s reactions with interest. It seemed this girl truly was important to him. He was so emotional. Azazel did not understand. Perhaps, his son had not lived long enough yet. To realize that attachments like that were unwise. “Shall I fetch the Brotherhood,” Azazel asked Magneto. “Quicksilver will want to be involved. This is the second time he lost the journalist.”

The blue elf wasted no time. He teleported next to Logan, took his forearm, and off they went. Magneto, meanwhile, looked thoughtful. The woman owed him three years...and Beast was right, she knew things. “Find Quicksilver and inform him of the plan. Have him bring Scarlet Witch. The sooner we can locate the journalist, the better.” He looked at Xavier. “I believe we still have business to discuss...in private. I will call for you later, Azazel.”

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Fanfic Masterlist

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*flies in like magneto* can i get some exes to lovers™?

Do I have some exes to lovers fics for you? Yes I certainly do. It seems that the cherik fandom loves some exes to lovers cherik and I don't blame anyone because this ship really calls for all the angst. I hope you enjoy this list.

Exes to Lovers AU

Bound – FuryRed

Summary: Is there anything worse than someone else’s wedding? Well, perhaps your sister’s wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.

Charles hadn’t seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasn’t looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who he’d given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heart…

Preheat to 350 (just for you remix) – ikeracity

Summary: Charles realizes he's in love with Erik. But there's one tiny little problem: he just broke up with Erik.

Thread Through a Needle – Black_Betty

Summary: Erik and Charles are broken up. Neither of them want to be.

Carry Me Anew (Frost & Darkholme Remix) – kianspo

Summary: While working as a model for Raven and Emma's clothing line, Erik experiences a strong attraction to his shoot partner. These things happen, except Erik has a boyfriend, who does not take this at all well.

Linger like a tattoo kiss – ikeracity

Summary: Six months apart gives Erik a lot of time to think about what he really wants.

(Erik's POV from Carry Me Anew (Frost & Darkholme Remix) by kianspo)

Symphysis – ikeracity

Summary: After Charles and Erik broke up four months ago, Charles convinced himself he'd never see Erik again. But life has a funny way of bringing people back together.

Call/Response – phalangine

Summary: Charles and Erik have a real conversation for the first time since breaking up. Charles is looking to avoid confrontation. Erik is not.

Regression Therapy – Fantine_Black

Summary: O, God, he’d made a terrible mistake. Whatever he’d expected to find here, Erik was still Erik, a man he’d moved continents to avoid. In retrospect, that felt like a rather good idea…

Four years after Charles walked away from Professor Lehnsherr, the two meet again for a drink.

Because things are better the second time round, aren't they?

Forever is Only a Drunk Dial Away – bettysofia

Summary: Charles is sad and drunk and stalking Erik's Instagram.

Shop Space – Caradee

Summary: Charles and Erik break up but still meet at their favorite coffee shop and manage a completely friendly relationship. The kids who work the coffee shop don't understand it, Charles' overprotective twin brother doesn't understand it, and even Charles doesn't understand it. Then, Erik shows up with a new date, someone who seems to be everything that Charles is not.

How will the Professor handle the surprising heartbreak that comes seeing Erik with someone else?

Mutant House at Dead Kings College – mabyn

Summary: When it comes to romance, Charles has terrible timing.

Can You Feel My Heart – FuryRed

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr hates Charles Xavier.

It’s as true as the words written on the wall in the bathroom at the university that Erik attends. Erik sees them one day- accompanied by a crude drawing of Erik and Charles glaring at each other- and recognises the truth of the sentence, and smiles.

He hates Charles.

Probably…

Believe (One More Time) – luninosity

Summary: For the prompt, Charles and Erik dated during college and had a bitter break-up right before graduation. It's five years later and they both meet again at their class's reunion for a weekend. Someone was even stupid enough to have them room with each other for the weekend...

Old Flame Burning – TurtleTotem

Summary: It's ridiculous for Charles to dread meeting the best man at his sister's wedding, just because he shares a name with Charles's ex. It's not as though it could possibly be the same Erik.

Don’t speak to the bartender – Wild_Imagination

Summary: Logan is a bartender, it's a gloomy evening, and in his bar there's someone with a broken heart. But this is not a movie.

Right?

Somewhere I’m Going & Have Never Been Before – Yahtzee

Summary: In late December 1984, Charles falls victim to the terrible pandemic sweeping across the globe. He's sick, probably dying, and utterly alone in an isolated cabin...until he's not.

Walking in a Winter Wonderland – TurtleTotem

Summary: Charles hasn't seen Erik since their devastating breakup ten years ago. He's certainly the last person he expects to run into at a Christmas lights display.

Lean On Me – SpiritsFlame

Summary: Ten years ago, Charles and Erik split up, dividing their six kids between them. None of them expect them to meet at summer camp. And no one could have predicted the results.

It was a yellow umbrella spring – ikeracity

Summary: Three years after Charles left for Oxford, Erik discovers that Charles is coming back to New York.

Second chances are wonderful things.

My heart above my head – annejumps

Summary: Emma thinks her coworker Erik and her friend and fellow telepath Charles should get together. No one expects things to get so intense so quickly.

The Edge of What Doesn’t End – populuxe

Summary: When a mysterious object appears on the moon, Moira MacTaggert calls in two experts with very specific mutations to investigate.

Unfortunately for everyone involved, after years of breaking up and getting back together again, those two experts have finally broken up for good—and they’re the last people in the world who should be stuck together on a spaceship.

Exit Wounds – LemonadeGarden

Summary: It's been eight months since Charles and Erik had a fight that broke apart their marriage. When a mutant rights protest goes awry and Charles begins to get sick, past memories and present obstacles begin to blur the lines of their ideological differences.

Alternatively: Charles and Erik learn how to fall in love again in troubled times.

Note: Unfinished

11 Days, 8 Hours and 12 Minutes (or Bruises, Stupidity and Anger Management) – ximeria

Summary: For six months, Erik and Charles have been the disgustingly happy couple of the school. Considering their pigheadedness and general communication skills (or lack thereof), things are bound to go boom at some point.

Moon Song – ikeracity

Summary: Werewolf AU. When Charles is captured by hunters, Erik and his pack go after him. It turns out there might be some room for redemption left for both of them after all.

I will Never Stop Loving You – swoopswoop

Summary: Erik and Charles split up three years ago but Erik never really got over it and then one day when the man who walked out of his life three years ago is walking down the street towards him, Erik sees an opportunity to mend fences.

Please leave your message after the tone – ikeracity

Summary: Spending his evening getting shitfaced and pining over Erik seems like a totally productive use of Charles's time. Luckily, it turns out to be a better idea than it sounds.

When the Spell Breaks – kianspo

Summary: Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven (the things you love don’t last remix) – hllfire

Summary: Charles hands Erik the signed divorce papers, but Erik has changed his mind. Too late, it seems. All he can do is go forward with the divorce.

A year later, Charles comes back, and Erik can't help but wanting to see him. The only problem is things don't go like Erik had planned.

Suddenly There’ll Be a Blizzard (Let it Snow Remix) – kianspo

Summary: Charles was never at his best while jetlagged, but locking himself out in a snowstorm while barely dressed might be a new low. The last thing he expected was to be rescued by his high school nemesis, the man he hadn't seen in over ten years, who might have broken his heart for good once upon a time.

Write this number down (you can call it anytime) – pocky_slash

Summary: When Erik upsets his children, they have a habit of running away from home--and straight to Charles' school for cookies and consolation. Charles doesn't mind the visitors, but as they appear more and more frequently, he realizes that sooner or later, he and Erik are going to have to talk about what happened on the beach and what it means for their future and the future of Erik's children.

All we do is break up (and make up) – Stuckyl0v3r

Summary: "So instead of making the most out of this next months, because you don't know where either of you is going to end up, you decided to stay away from each other to get used to the feeling?" Hank summed up, stopping in front of the class. Charles nodded his head confidently and beamed at him, but somehow his smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, something like that."

Well, that was the most idiotic plan Hank's ever heard.

Three wheels of cheese and a Great White – ximeria

Summary: Charles and Erik were friends with benefits in college.

They went their separate ways and 18 years later, they run into each other in New York.

The sex was never a problem back in college - and sex was all it had been. But now Erik is a divorced father and Charles has admitted to himself he needs more than just sex in a relationship. So in their usual round-about way they try to navigate becoming friends after so many years. The whole quest is aided by Raven, Edie, Wanda and Pietro (and a large number of shark jokes).

[captainshadowgirllostfan]

Look no offense to the Jean fans and who say Jean can beat Wanda. Maybe she can, but if there’s anyone I prefer to be the strongest, it’s Wanda.

Wanna know why?

Wanda’s weakness is the people she loves.

It’s not herself. Not really. She does have a moment where she is afraid of her powers but she conquers it. And the strength of Wanda’s powers, and I admit I’m basing what I see in the movies but even what I’ve read of her, seems to lie in the people she love.

When she loses people, her grief strengthens her.

She’s a lot like Magneto in that way which is why I refuse to accept the retcon of her NOT being Magneto’s daughter because it’s this aspect that makes Wanda compelling and tragic. If you want an all-powerful character, you want one whose weakness AND strength lies in the heart.

But Jean?

I’m basing this ALL in the movies but it baffles me how this girl can turn against the people she loved even the ones who’ve raised her since a child.

I get Charles lied to her and she’s confused. Perhaps she believes Charles manipulated and used her. Most likely yes. But to cruelly treat Charles the way she does in Dark Phoenix by forcing him to walk what with his legs not being able to have any feeling letting his entire weight break his bones because of the lack of muscle and nerve movement, the lack of connection he has from his brain to his legs. And then breaking his wheelchair.

Okay I get it, she was twisted by the evil alien but that evil alien comes after. It wasn’t like someone was slowly turning her against the Professor who is probably the closest thing to a dad she has.

Just mind-boggling to me the personality change.

A timid girl who goes from being scared to kill and hurt people to killing and hurting people like nothing in a span of minutes all because she absorbed a cosmic entity that broke the walls the Professor put up in order to protect her from her own trauma...

She goes on saying she doesn’t want to hurt people and she’s scared to... and then she does it. And then she questions why people are afraid of her?

I just don’t understand Jean Grey and maybe that’s why I find it hard in me to sympathize or even LIKE her. I really don’t. She’s a boring character to me, whose badly written... at least in the movies. The only thing that seems to stand out for me is that she’s a pretty redhead who Scott has the hots for (and in the original X-Men movies, Logan has the hots for though tbh I didn’t mind her in X-Men 1 and 2. I thought her character growth was great there until X-Men 3 came around) and everyone is scared of her.

I like X-Men Evolution Jean Grey best tbh. She was my favourite character.