#jean and emma and control and power

[smallblueandloud]

happy valentine's day to all who celebrate! i (aromantic) am marking the holiday by writing voraciously about people who are divorced

[urdreamydoodles]

hi! may i request a x-men headcanon where their SO protects them during a battle/fight? i love the idea of these oh so powerful characters being protected

X-Men x Reader (Part.1)

You protect them during a fight

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Bobby Drake, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney & Wade Wilson

Hi everyone. As you have seen the requests are closed, because I need to catch up first before reopening them. I hope you understand. And thank you Anon, I love this prompt.

Logan Howlett aka. Wolverine

- Logan had always been the one protecting you. It was his default mode: putting himself between you and any threat without hesitation. So when you threw yourself in front of him during a fight, claws and bullets flying, he froze for a split second. “What the hell are you doing?!” he growled, his voice a mix of anger and panic. It wasn’t fear for himself—it was fear for you.

- You didn’t answer, focusing on deflecting an incoming blow with whatever weapon you had on hand. The sight of you so fiercely determined to keep him safe left Logan stunned, his heightened senses zeroing in on the rapid beat of your heart. He hated that you were putting yourself in danger, but a small, buried part of him felt something else—pride.

- After the fight, Logan pulled you aside, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. “You’re outta your damn mind,” he snarled, though his eyes betrayed his worry. “You don’t need to protect me—I’m the one who does that, got it?” You could see the conflict in him, the way his gruff exterior was cracking under the weight of his feelings for you.

- Later that night, Logan found you tending to your own wounds, stubborn as ever. He sat beside you, quiet for once. “Look, I get it,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t like seein’ you get hurt for me. But… thanks.” It was rare for Logan to express gratitude so openly, and the way he looked at you then—like you were the strongest person he’d ever met—made your heart ache in the best way.

- From then on, Logan learned to accept that you weren’t someone who would just stand by when he was in danger. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he’d mutter whenever you stepped in to protect him again, though his smirk betrayed his true feelings. He respected you even more for it, knowing you’d fight for him as fiercely as he’d fight for you.

Remy LeBeau aka. Gambit

- Remy was the master of charm and cunning, always finding a way to dodge danger or talk his way out of a fight. So when you charged in to shield him from an energy blast mid-battle, he was caught completely off guard. “Chérie, what you doin’?” he called, his voice tinged with disbelief and worry as he watched you take the brunt of the attack.

- You shrugged it off, focusing on getting him to safety. Remy, who had always prided himself on being in control, felt an unfamiliar pang of vulnerability. The sight of you putting yourself on the line for him stirred something deep within—a mixture of guilt and admiration.

- After the fight, Remy found you leaning against a wall, catching your breath. He approached you with his usual swagger, though his red-on-black eyes betrayed his concern. “Y’know, I’m supposed to be the knight in shining armor, non?” he teased, but his tone was softer than usual. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from your face. “Don’t go scarin’ me like dat again, yeah?”

- That night, Remy couldn’t help but replay the moment in his mind. It wasn’t often that someone would risk themselves for him, and it made him realize just how much you meant to him. He pulled you close, his hand resting on the small of your back. “You got a heart as big as the Mississippi, mon amour,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But let me take care o’ you next time.”

- From then on, Remy made it his mission to protect you just as fiercely as you protected him. Still, whenever you stepped in to save him during a fight, he couldn’t help but grin. “Dat’s my love,” he’d say with a wink, his pride in you shining through even in the heat of battle.

Kurt Wagner aka. Nightcrawler

- Kurt was no stranger to danger, his agility and teleportation making him a formidable opponent in any fight. But when he found himself cornered by an enemy, only to see you teleport—or sprint—into harm’s way to shield him, his golden eyes widened in shock. “Mein Schatz, nein!” he cried, reaching for you instinctively, his heart racing at the sight of you defending him.

- You fought with a determination that left Kurt breathless, your movements precise and unyielding. For once, the usually nimble and quick-witted mutant found himself at a loss for words. The way you protected him, fearless and selfless, struck a chord deep within him.

- After the dust settled, Kurt appeared at your side in an instant, his hands gently checking you for injuries. “Why would you do that for me?” he asked, his voice soft yet trembling with emotion. When you gestured or explained that you’d do anything to keep him safe, his heart swelled with a mixture of love and guilt. “You are too precious to me,” he said, his tail curling around your waist protectively.

- That evening, Kurt refused to leave your side. He wrapped you in his arms, his warmth and the faint scent of brimstone enveloping you. “You are my everything,” he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back. “But please, promise me you will be careful. I could not bear to lose you.”

- From then on, Kurt saw you not just as his partner but as his equal in every sense. He admired your bravery and strength, though he couldn’t help but worry whenever you put yourself in harm’s way for him. “You are my hero,” he’d tell you with a teasing smile, though the sincerity in his voice made it clear he truly meant it.

Scott Summers aka. Cyclops

- Scott was used to being the leader, the one responsible for keeping everyone safe. So when you leapt in front of him to block an attack during a heated battle, his usually composed demeanor cracked. “What are you doing?!” he shouted, his voice filled with both anger and fear as he fired a concussive blast to finish off the threat.

- Watching you fight to protect him stirred a whirlwind of emotions in Scott. He admired your courage, but the sight of you putting yourself at risk for his sake left him shaken. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said firmly once the fight was over, though his hands were trembling as he reached for you.

- You tried to explain that you couldn’t stand by and watch him get hurt, but Scott’s jaw tightened, his concern overshadowing his usual logical demeanor. “I’m supposed to protect you,” he insisted, though the gratitude in his eyes betrayed his words. He hated feeling vulnerable, but he couldn’t deny how much your actions meant to him.

- Later that night, Scott found you in the med bay, patching up a minor wound. He sat beside you, his hand covering yours. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said quietly, his voice softening. “But please, don’t scare me like that again.” His lips brushed against your forehead, a rare moment of tenderness from the stoic leader.

- From that moment on, Scott’s respect for you deepened even further. He still tried to protect you whenever he could, but he also learned to trust your strength. “You’re my partner,” he said one day, his hand finding yours. “We protect each other.” His smile was small but genuine, a reflection of the unshakable bond you’d built together.

- Jean was always the empathetic one, attuned to the emotions and thoughts of those she cared about. During a mission gone sideways, an enemy blast was heading straight for her. Before she could react, you threw yourself in the line of fire, your shield or power absorbing the impact. Jean’s green eyes widened, and for a moment, all she could feel was panic. “What were you thinking?!” her voice echoed telepathically and out loud simultaneously, both scolding and filled with fear.

Jean Grey aka. Marvel Girl / Phoenix

- The battle continued, but Jean’s focus kept flickering back to you. Even as she unleashed telekinetic waves and telepathic strikes, her thoughts were drawn to how recklessly you had acted for her sake. When the fight was over, she rushed to your side, her hands trembling as she checked you over. “You’re okay,” she breathed, relief washing over her like a wave. But then her tone shifted, more serious. “You’re never doing that again.”

- Back at the mansion, Jean sat with you in the med bay, her fingers brushing over your bandaged arm. “You know I can take care of myself,” she said softly. “But the fact that you stepped in… it means everything to me.” Her emotions were a mix of guilt and admiration, and her psychic connection to you buzzed with a warmth that made your heart ache.

- That evening, Jean made sure you rested, though she stayed by your side the entire time. “You’re stronger than you think,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But don’t think for a second that I’d ever let something happen to you. You’re my everything.” Her confession was quiet but sincere, and the glow of her powers seemed softer, more intimate, in the dim light.

- From then on, Jean’s respect for you deepened even further. While she still tried to shield you during battles, she also began to see you as her equal, someone she could rely on. “You’re my partner in every way,” she told you one day, her telepathic voice brushing against your mind like a gentle caress. “We protect each other, always.”

- Ororo was grace and power incarnate, her calm exterior rarely breaking even in the most chaotic situations. But when a battle turned dire and an enemy aimed for her while her back was turned, you didn’t hesitate. Throwing yourself in harm’s way, you used every ounce of your strength to protect her. Lightning crackled in the air as Ororo spun around, her silver eyes wide with shock and fury. “Why would you do that?!” she demanded, her voice carrying the weight of a storm.

Ororo Munroe aka. Storm

- Even as the fight raged on, Ororo’s attention kept straying to you, her heart pounding in a way she hadn’t felt in years. The idea of you getting hurt for her sake was unbearable, and yet, she couldn’t deny the overwhelming respect she felt for your bravery. When the battle ended, she landed gracefully beside you, her hands glowing faintly as she helped heal your wounds with a soft breeze.

- “You could have been seriously hurt,” Ororo said, her tone softer now but still laced with worry. She cupped your face gently, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “You mean too much to me to take such risks.” Her words were both a reprimand and a confession, her eyes reflecting the depth of her feelings for you.

- That night, Ororo brought you to her greenhouse, the air filled with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh rain. “I’ve always believed in protecting those I care about,” she said, her voice like a melody. “But you… you’ve shown me that love is a two-way street.” Her fingers intertwined with yours as she smiled, a rare and genuine expression of vulnerability.

- From that moment on, Ororo saw you as her equal, someone she could rely on even in the most dangerous situations. “You’re as fierce as the storm itself,” she told you one day, her voice filled with pride. “And I’ll always be grateful to have you by my side.”

- Rogue had always been careful about keeping people at a distance, her powers making physical contact a constant danger. But when a fight turned south and an enemy got the upper hand, you didn’t hesitate to step in and protect her. You took the blow meant for her, even though it left you gasping for breath. “What the hell are you doin’, sugar?!” Rogue shouted, her Southern accent thick with worry as she fought to keep the attackers at bay.

Anna Marie aka. Rogue

- After the fight, Rogue knelt beside you, her gloved hands hovering over your injuries. “Why would you do that?” she asked, her voice cracking. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be protectin’ you.” Her green eyes shimmered with unshed tears, the vulnerability in her expression breaking your heart.

- Back at the mansion, Rogue stayed by your side, refusing to leave until she was sure you were okay. “You’re the stubbornest person I’ve ever met,” she said with a shaky laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your face with her gloved fingers. “But I guess that’s one o’ the reasons I love you.” Her confession was quiet, almost hesitant, but the look in her eyes left no room for doubt.

- That evening, Rogue sat with you on the porch, the night air cool against your skin. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” she said, her voice soft. “I’ve spent so long keepin’ people at arm’s length, afraid of hurtin’ ‘em. But you… you make me wanna take the risk.” She reached for your hand, her glove the only barrier between your skin and hers, but the connection was still electric.

- From then on, Rogue made it clear that she would do anything to keep you safe, even as she learned to trust your strength. “We’re a team, sugar,” she said one day, her smile warm and genuine. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

- Erik was used to being the protector, his mastery over magnetism making him a force to be reckoned with. So when you stepped in to shield him during a heated battle, deflecting an attack with your own powers or sheer determination, he was caught completely off guard. “Are you mad?” he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and concern as he pulled you behind him.

Erik Lehnsherr aka. Magneto

- Even as he fought off the remaining enemies, Erik couldn’t shake the image of you standing so bravely in front of him. The thought of you risking yourself for his sake stirred emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years—fear, admiration, and an aching tenderness.

- After the fight, Erik confronted you, his expression stern but his eyes betraying his worry. “Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?” he asked, his voice low. When you explained your actions, his jaw tightened, and he looked away, struggling to hide the vulnerability in his expression. “You’re remarkable,” he finally admitted, his voice soft. “But reckless.”

- That night, Erik sat with you in his study, the room filled with the soft hum of his powers as he absentmindedly manipulated a small piece of metal. “You remind me of why I fight,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “You make me believe in something greater than myself.” His confession was uncharacteristically open, and the way he looked at you then made your heart race.

- From that moment on, Erik began to see you as his equal, someone he could trust and rely on. While he still tried to protect you during battles, he also respected your strength and determination. “Together, we’re unstoppable,” he told you one day, his hand resting on yours. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

- Charles had always prided himself on being the one who guided and protected others, both physically and mentally. During a heated skirmish, when the enemy targeted him while he was focused on neutralizing their minds, you acted without hesitation. You threw yourself into the fray, using your powers or sheer determination to shield him from harm. When the dust settled, Charles wheeled himself over to you, his face pale. “You could have been seriously injured,” he said softly, though his tone carried a mix of gratitude and concern.

Charles Xavier aka. Professor X

- Throughout the aftermath of the fight, Charles kept his composure, but his worry lingered. As the team regrouped, he observed you quietly, his telepathic thoughts touching yours with gentle reassurance. Later, when the others left, he finally addressed you. “Why would you take such a risk for me?” he asked, his blue eyes searching yours for an answer. When you replied that you’d do it again without question, he sighed, a small, bittersweet smile gracing his face.

- Back at the mansion, Charles invited you to his study. “You know,” he began, fingers steepled in thought, “I’ve spent so much time protecting others that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have someone protect me.” There was a vulnerability in his words that surprised you. “Thank you,” he added, his voice quiet but full of emotion.

- Over the following days, Charles couldn’t help but admire your bravery. He found himself drawn to your selflessness and began to see you in a new light. One evening, as the two of you sat by the fire, he finally admitted, “I’ve grown quite attached to you. More than I ever expected.” His confession was gentle but sincere, his psychic presence brushing against your mind like a warm embrace.

- From that point on, Charles became even more protective of you, though he also respected your strength and independence. “We’re stronger together,” he said one day, taking your hand in his. “And I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe—just as you’ve done for me.”

- Bobby had always been the joker of the group, rarely taking anything too seriously. But during a particularly chaotic fight, when an enemy’s attack veered toward him, he was caught off guard. Before he could react, you stepped in, using your quick thinking and courage to protect him. “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?!” he shouted, his voice tinged with panic as he watched you take the brunt of the attack.

Bobby Drake aka. Iceman

- After the battle, Bobby rushed to your side, his usual playful demeanor replaced with genuine concern. “Are you okay?” he asked, his hands hovering over you as if afraid to touch you. When you shrugged it off and made a joke, he blinked, then shook his head. “I should be the one cracking jokes, not you,” he muttered, though his grin was tinged with guilt.

- Back at the mansion, Bobby stayed close, making sure you were patched up and comfortable. “You know,” he said, trying to sound casual, “you’re kind of amazing. Stupidly reckless, but amazing.” He fiddled with an ice construct in his hands, his usual confidence giving way to a rare vulnerability. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

- Over the next few days, Bobby couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d done for him. He started showing up more often, finding excuses to be around you. One night, as you were watching a movie together, he finally blurted out, “Okay, so maybe I kinda like you. A lot.” His cheeks flushed, and he looked away, pretending to focus on his popcorn.

- From then on, Bobby made it his mission to keep you safe, though he never stopped teasing you about your heroic antics. “You’re my favorite reckless hero,” he said one day, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “But don’t think for a second that I’m letting you pull a stunt like that again.”

- Wanda had always carried the weight of her powers, her ability to reshape reality making her a target in almost every battle. During one such fight, when an enemy’s attack threatened to overwhelm her, you stepped in, using everything you had to protect her. “What are you doing?!” she shouted, her voice breaking as she watched you face the danger meant for her. Her chaos magic surged uncontrollably in response, red energy crackling in the air.

Wanda Maximoff aka. The Scarlet Witch

- After the fight, Wanda rushed to your side, her hands trembling as she checked for injuries. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, her voice soft but laced with worry. When you explained that you couldn’t stand by and do nothing, her expression shifted to one of awe and guilt. “You’re incredible,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

- Back at the mansion, Wanda couldn’t seem to leave your side. She sat with you in the quiet of her room, her fingers tracing patterns in the air as she used her magic to soothe your aches. “I’ve always been the one who protects others,” she said softly. “But you… you’ve turned that upside down.” Her eyes met yours, filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite put into words.

- As days passed, Wanda’s feelings for you only deepened. She found herself opening up to you in ways she hadn’t with anyone else, sharing her fears and vulnerabilities. One evening, as you both watched the stars from the mansion roof, she took your hand in hers. “You make me feel safe,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And that’s not something I’m used to.”

- From then on, Wanda became fiercely protective of you, though she also began to trust in your strength. “We’re a team,” she said one day, her magic swirling around her fingers like a promise. “And I won’t let anything happen to you. Not ever.”

- Pietro was always the fastest, the one who could outmaneuver danger in the blink of an eye. So when a fight took a dangerous turn and you leaped in to protect him, he was stunned. “Are you crazy?!” he shouted, zipping over to your side as you deflected an attack meant for him. His silver hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes were wide with disbelief.

Pietro Maximoff aka. Quicksilver

- Even as the battle continued, Pietro couldn’t stop glancing at you, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with genuine concern. When the fight finally ended, he was by your side in an instant. “You know I can take care of myself, right?” he said, though his voice cracked slightly. “You didn’t have to do that.”

- Back at the mansion, Pietro couldn’t sit still. He paced back and forth in your room, occasionally stopping to check on you. “You scared the hell out of me, you know that?” he said, his usual bravado nowhere to be found. But when you teased him about being worried, he smirked, the tension breaking for just a moment. “Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, though his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

- Over the next few days, Pietro found himself sticking closer to you than usual. He’d zip in and out of rooms, checking on you, bringing you snacks, or just hanging around. One day, as he sat next to you, he finally said, “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” His voice was quieter than usual, and the look in his eyes made your heart skip a beat.

- From then on, Pietro became even more protective of you, though he couldn’t resist teasing you about your heroic antics. “You’re lucky I like you,” he said one day, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Because no one else gets to scare me like that and live to tell the tale.”

- Emma was used to being the one who controlled situations, her sharp wit and psychic prowess leaving little room for vulnerability. During a battle, when an enemy’s attack zeroed in on her, she was caught off guard. Before she could react, you stepped in, using your abilities—or sheer determination—to protect her. “What on earth are you doing?” she snapped, her diamond form shimmering as she deflected the remnants of the attack. But beneath her icy tone, there was a flicker of shock and something softer.

Emma Frost aka. The White Queen

- After the battle, Emma confronted you immediately, her arms crossed and her piercing gaze fixed on you. “Do you make a habit of risking your life for others, or am I just that lucky?” she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm. When you explained your actions, her expression softened for just a moment before she masked it with a smirk. “You’re either foolish or incredibly brave. I can’t decide which.”

- Over the next few days, Emma found herself replaying the moment in her mind. Despite her efforts to maintain her usual aloof demeanor, she couldn’t help but admire your courage. One evening, she invited you to her office under the guise of discussing strategy. “You’re surprisingly impressive,” she admitted, her voice quieter than usual. “But don’t think for a second that I need saving.”

- As time passed, Emma’s walls began to crack, and she found herself drawn to you in ways she hadn’t anticipated. One night, as the two of you shared a rare quiet moment in the garden, she reached out and took your hand. “You make me feel… safe,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t say that lightly.”

- From then on, Emma became fiercely protective of you, though she expressed it in her own unique way. “You’re mine now,” she said one day, her tone both teasing and possessive. “So don’t think for a second that I’ll let anything happen to you.”

- Laura had always been the protector, her claws and instincts honed for battle. So when you jumped in to shield her during a fight, she was stunned. “What are you doing?!” she growled, her emerald eyes flashing with anger and concern. She quickly dispatched the enemy, then turned to you, her expression a mix of frustration and confusion. “You didn’t have to do that,” she muttered, though her voice was softer than usual.

Laura Kinney aka. X-23 / Wolverine

- After the fight, Laura couldn’t seem to leave your side. She hovered awkwardly, her protective instincts clashing with her feelings of guilt. “You’re reckless,” she said bluntly, her arms crossed as she tried to mask her worry. But when you smiled and told her it was worth it, her tough exterior cracked just a little. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, though there was a hint of a smile on her lips.

- Back at the mansion, Laura watched you like a hawk, her keen senses constantly on alert. She didn’t know how to process the fact that someone had risked themselves for her. “I don’t need saving,” she said one day, her voice quieter than usual. “But… thank you.” The words felt foreign on her tongue, but the sincerity in her eyes was unmistakable.

- Over time, Laura found herself drawn to your bravery and selflessness. She admired the way you faced danger without hesitation, even if it frustrated her to no end. One evening, as the two of you sat on the mansion roof, she finally opened up. “You mean more to me than I know how to say,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “But if you ever do something that reckless again, I’ll kill you myself.”

- From that moment on, Laura became fiercely protective of you, though she respected your independence. “We’re a team,” she said one day, her hand brushing yours. “But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you get hurt. Not if I can help it.”

- Wade was used to being the one who took the hits, his healing factor allowing him to shrug off injuries that would kill anyone else. So when you leaped in to protect him during a fight, he was utterly baffled. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Time out!” he shouted, pulling you behind him. “What are you doing? I’m the one who’s supposed to play human shield here!”

Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool

- After the battle, Wade didn’t stop talking about your “heroic” actions. “Seriously, you’re like my own personal bodyguard! Except way cuter,” he quipped, his tone playful but laced with genuine concern. When you rolled your eyes and told him you couldn’t just stand by, he grinned. “Aw, you care about me! I’m touched. Like, emotionally. And probably physically later if I’m lucky.”

- Despite his jokes, Wade couldn’t hide how much your actions affected him. He started sticking closer to you, his usual chaotic energy tempered by an uncharacteristic protectiveness. “You know,” he said one day, tossing a chimichanga your way, “you’re kind of amazing. And not just because you’re willing to risk your life for a guy who looks like a melted candle.”

- Over time, Wade’s feelings for you grew deeper, though he still struggled to express them without humor. One night, as the two of you sat on a rooftop eating takeout, he finally got serious. “You’re the first person who’s made me feel like I’m worth something,” he said, his voice unusually quiet. “So, thanks for that. And also for being insanely hot.”

- From that point on, Wade became even more devoted to you, though he never stopped teasing you about your heroic antics. “You’re my favorite reckless hero,” he said one day, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “But let’s make a deal: next time, let me take the hits. I heal faster, and you’re way too pretty to mess up.”

[lostinlovingrevery]

Im just gonna write this down because i just love the thought of it and imagine just..Logan and the reader being obsessed with each other.

I've seen a lot of fics where they talk about Logans jealousy and posessiveness but what if the reader was also jealous and a little bit posessive?

Like her gripping his bicep a little too tight when they're in a bar and a girl is eyeing him a little bit too much, Her giving him her hair tie to wear as a bracelet?

And maybe Logans is intrigued and entertained by this, he thinks its cute.

Sorry if this is too long or if it makes you uncomfortable lol, you dont have to answer this if thats the case! Love u and your fics

Siren

Trilogy Logan X F! Reader

A woman tries to make a move on your man

A/N: Nonny, you're soooo right. Reader and Logan being equally obsessed with each other is the BEST. Also I love you too <3, lets elope.

Warnings: Semi-Plot, jealous reader, maybe a tad too jealous, reader has a ponytail...Logan being cute

"Refill?"

You smiled at him, shaking your head. "We're not supposed to be drinking baby."

"C'mon, this is the first time we've been out together in something resembling a date in weeks." He scoffs.

"Yeah because we have a job to do?" You shook your head amused. He sighed, grabbing your glass.

"Doesn't mean I'm not going to savor spending what time I get with you." He mutters. He stood up from the bench seat you both were sitting and looked at you once more, you tilted your head, a smile stretched across your lips as you admire his grumpy expression. He let out a flared sigh, before leaning down to give you a kiss. You happily reached up in your seat to kiss him back, your hand reaching to grab the collar of his jacket, almost possessively before his lips parted from yours. "Be right back."

He straightened up, turning to walk through the crowded bar -weaving between dancing groups of friends and couples making out until he reached counter with both your glasses in hand, setting the glasses down and knocking against the wood counter with his knuckles, before raising his hand, snapping his fingers to get the bartenders attention.

You braced your elbows onto the round table and rest your chin atop your clasped hands watching him with admiration. The surface was sticky from countless spills of food and alcohol alike, never cleaned. The bar was just another typical hole-in-the-wall bar, not your first choice in places to go with Logan- as if you had a choice at all.

Charles (reluctantly) sent you both on a mission to track down a mutant with supposed telepathic abilities. He's picked up on a powerful string of telepathic energy traveling through multiple states alongside a string of victims of robberies- all men who had a lot of money. According to the police reports the team was able to get a hold of, multiple men reported a beautiful woman as the likely suspect, as well as a strange feeling of being controlled. One refused to give any details, claiming he loved her even if she broke his heart.

Definitely a telepath.

He felt sending Jean or Emma, would create tension between very strong telepaths- seeing how Emma and Jean are with each other already. Ororo and Scott were sent to track a different lead.

Logan had a strong mind, able to break through even the most intense brainwashing. You, reasonable, empathetic, the good cop. Charles felt the two of you would make a good team in apprehending this mutant, and convincing them to come to the school. Logan had to remark that of course you're a good team- then made a dirty joke about it that Charles scolded him for it.

You'd been trailing the path of the mutant for weeks now. Logan was becoming more and more impatient with the intense focus on all work and no play- you took your job seriously, well, as seriously as you could when he was around.

Scott called this morning and informed of new info that came up- that said mutant could possibly pop up in this bar. Something about a dream or feeling or whatever Charles had- Logan tend to tune Scott's voice out so you didn't have the whole story. Logan called bullshit, but you convinced him otherwise.

Now you're here, trying to find this mutant and Logan had been kissing you all over as you both sat in a booth hidden in the corner. You did your best to ignore him, letting him have his fun while you searched for any signs of this mutant. You're sure that if you looked in a mirror or any reflection of yours, you'd observe hickeys all along your neck and shoulder.

and that, is why Charles was reluctant to send you both on this mission.

You phone vibrated, and you looked away from Logan for two seconds to check on it and when you looked up you were greeted with the sight of her.

Beautiful woman, stunning actually. Long blonde hair that fell over her shoulders in waves. She was across the room but you could see her piercing blue eyes- and her lustful smile as she began to chat up your man.

Oh fuck no.

You sat back in your seat, crossing your arms as you tried to settle the bubbling jealously inside you. You tried to reason with it, shove it down

She's innocent, she's innocent, she just doesn't know, Logan is incredibly handsome of course anyone is going to try-

Your face dropped when you saw her put her hand on his bicep- a gentle squeeze, and you're out of your seat.

You weren't subtle when you pushed yourself between them.

"Hey baby-" You greeted, tilting your head at him, a passive smile on your face. Logan quirked a brow, the corner of his lip twitching into a smile. "You get those refills yet?"

"Just waiting." He hums, then nodded, motioning to the person to your side. "This is Alexis."

You turn to the woman, flashing her a small smile. She smiles back.

"This your girlfriend?" Alexis asks, then looked past you at Logan. "She's so pretty."

I'm literally right here.

Your smile faltered, and grew bigger. "Thank you." You say, then turned back to Logan, flipping your ponytail as you turned your head. "Drinks?"

"Bartender is soooo busy-" Alexis answers for him, and Logan noticed the twitch of your eye. "I'm sure he'll be right back with your...coke and whiskey."

"Mm." You nodded, not looking at her again and hooking your arm around his. You looked at him, and he was looking at you with a small smirk on his face. You knew why he was smirking and you really wanted to wipe the arrogance off him.

You weren't ashamed to admit you were a little possessive of Logan. How could you not be? He was a fine ass man. You're adored him, every part of him- good and bad. You've been through a lot together, and while you were certainly secure with him- when someone else checks him out or makes a move on him it sets off some sort of bitch instinct to bear your teeth and claim your territory.

Who could blame you when it came to protecting what's yours?

and he is most definitely, yours. As if the hickeys that had been left by him on your neck hadn't made it more obvious. You even adjusted yourself, making them prominent so this lady would get the message. You mark him up the same, except for that healing factor to hide it.

Logan however didn't seem phased when you shot him a look. He unwrapped his arm around you, and pulled you close by your hip. His hand squeezed you reassuringly.

"So...Alexis...Where ya from?"

You were glad your face was turned away from her, because your expression contorted into absolute fury. Logan smiled up at you.

"Oh...I travel around." She smiles. "Came up from New Orleans, passed by a few towns. I guess I just like seeing things...Meeting people."

Your jaw clenched, and Logan's hand gave you a reassuring squeeze. He didn't take his eyes off you.

"You ever happened to visit Richmond, Virginia?"

Your ears perked at Logan's words.

"Why yes actually. Just came from there. Cute city- But I...Think I like it here better." She replies, something sensual in her voice and you just knew that she was giving Logan bedroom eyes over your shoulder.

Now though you couldn't care. Logan just told you what he was thinking- You're not sure what gave him the idea that Alexis is the mutant you've been tracking for weeks. Logan always had a good intuition, and you trusted him.

It was an ordeal- a little fighting, a little convincing- and some more fighting.

Logan revealed he knew it was her because he could feel her rummaging around his brain the same way Charles and Jean have- likely trying to do what she did to her other victims.

Alexis agreed to come to the school to speak with Charles. After a very heartfelt talk between you both, that involved you making clear that she doesn't try to make moves on Logan again- nicely, of course.

The car pulled up to the front of the school, before stopping with a small squeal of the breaks.

Doors open, and you, Logan, and Alexis stepped out, looking road weary, more you and Logan. Alexis however, shared excitement with you.

"This place looks great." She turns and smiles at you. "So you're headmaster...Is he rich?"

You raised a brow. "Sweetheart, don't even try." You shook your head. She suppressed a laugh and nodded,

"Right. Force of habit."

"What? You got hands lady." He scoffs walking around her. "Don't be expecting people to do shit for you 'round here or you're gonna be making more enemies here than you did on the road."

Logan was at the trunk, grabbing your bag and his. Alexis came around, and waited looking at him expectantly. Her bag sat in the trunk alone. He raised a brow,

You joined his side as you walked up the path to the front door, "That was a little rude Lo...." You smiled.

"She needs the wake up call. Besides, when she meets Jean and Emma it's going to be a whole lot worse."

"Maybe but we spent all that time finding her and getting her to come with us...Don't want to scare her off so quickly..."

"Says you." He says. "Practically threatened her if she so much as breathed in my direction-"

"Nu uh!" You laughed shoving him. "I didn't threaten her. It was an...understanding."

"Sure" He mocked, but the look in his eyes told you he loved it.

You walked through the mansion together, greeting the various students who were happy to see you- and dropping Alexis off at Xavier's office.

When you finally reached your shared bedroom, and the door shut behind it. You grabbed Logan, pulling him close as your lips crashed against his.

"Hey-!" He lets out in surprise, and then chuckles. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him. He let you work the kiss, your lips moving over his desperately, possessively- and you nipped his bottom lip, tugging at it before letting go. He opened his eyes, looking into yours with fondness.

You didn't even have to say what that kiss was for,

"I know." He says. "I'm all yours baby."

You smiled. "Going to have to make sure others know that now...." You pondered, before an idea struck you. You reached up into your hair, grabbing the scrunchie that held your ponytail together and let your hair fall down your shoulders. You grabbed his hand, sliding the scrunchie over until it sat firmly on his wrist. "There." You snapped it onto his skin- and he never looked more in love with you. "For now, till we found something better."

He glanced down- the scrunchie, a bright pink color. Didn't look bad at all. "Mm." He makes a sound of approval and then looks at you. His hand- the one adorning your claim on him - reached out to cup your cheek before tilting your head to look at your neck. "Looks like they're fading. Gotta put some new ones on ya. Can't be having anyone thinking you're not taken either darling."

[eiloh-dystonic]

If you're an x-men fan who also differs from the seemingly common(?) Aproach of "telepaths are actually the most hated and stigmatized mutants, and everyone is hypocritical for being pro-mutant but 'anti-telepathy'" and all or some of its weird implications, I'd love to hear what you think in regards to the metaphorically meaning behind telepathic powers in x men!

I've seen the previously mentioned take most commonly in regards to charles so he's who ill talk about most here but I would absolutly love to hear different interpretations of what telepathy means for different character too (ESPECIALLY Jean)!

Personally the reading that comes across loudest to me is telepathy as a metaphor for privlage, passability, and social capital. Most clearly with Charles but also Emma, we have wealthy white characters with a firm hand in in shaping the perceptions and lives of others, weather that be through editing memories, using knowledge gleamed from others minds to sound more convincing or empathetic(giving the impression that they know you well enough to speak for you, to know whats best for you and your community), or simply controlling their own public image with and without telepathy. Telepaths literaly shape the narrative, often controlling the flow of information both to the characters around them but also to the readers (charles as a retcon tool lmaooo). This is further solidified by the fact that reality warping is often treated as the natural progression of psychic powers

Telepaths(particularly charles) are an oppressed class by merit of being mutants but WITHIN the community they hold a powerful position. They occupy the role of the most privlaged, most digestible among us. The face of a class or movement. The people who hold control over intracommumity aid, who's version of history prevails when the work is "done"

[mandatory-blog-stop-asking]

thinking about Emma Frost again. let's imagine for a second X-Men matters and my opinion must be shared.

When I was a kid I really respected and liked Professor X. I thought his stances on issues were calm and reasonable and I thought his efforts were, while ultimately fruitless, the best ones in the fictional conversation about inclusivity and race and all that. this is a subtle reference to the fact I only watched the cartoon and the movies as a kid.

When I grew older and learned English I started engaging with the comics and realized that oh, turns out the adaptations are superficial at best and fladerizing at worst, and there's a lot more to Charles than Being Correct. He's actually in fact a scathing critique of control and flawed leaders of good faith ideals, and how you're supposed to grow over those who created the words you use to free yourself from tyranny. Professor X is a jerk, Magneto was right, all that.

But over time I realized how much that erases Emma Frost, villain turned voice of reason extraordinaire.

Emma starts her tenure in X-Men as Claremont's personification of everything that is bad with high society, accosted by Sebastian Shaw, which is that but male. Emma is genuinely awful when Claremont writes her; a GOOD awful, on purpose, but she's not supposed to be relatable. She has her own mutant school, her own team of mutants, her own answer to Cerebro. She's the most genuine Evil Xavier we get for a full two decades. and she's great at it! Even if the hellfire club almost always truces with the X-Men for the sake of fighting a more important battle, there's no question that you're not supposed to root for Emma.

And then in the 90s something changes, Claremont goes away for a second, other people approach the character, and the question becomes, why are we treating her like evil Xavier? She's building community. She's giving a voice to the disenfranchised. She's training them and she's caring for them and at no point is she asking of them things they actively disagree with, which can't be said of Charles. And so starts the process most every X-Men villain goes through: humanization, complexity, redemption. And fuck does Emma redeem herself.

Ten years into not being a caricature of high class, Emma has accrued a tragic backstory, several positive projects in canon, renown as a genius, positive relationships to several characters, and a main team spot in a highly acclaimed, influential run as of New X-Men. A whole new generation of readers introduced to Emma, new powers, new MO, new everything. Other characters are changing drastically, usually backwards, to accompany the movie's success -- Magneto is evil again, Jean goes back to being the Phoenix, Charles is a lot more like Captain Picard. But Emma? Emma gets to keep going. She changes things wherever she goes.

She hooks up with Cyclops, her daughters become their new Cerebro, she becomes the new heavy-hitter, the Hellfire Club becomes more Shaw and Shinobi's deal than hers... obviously, this isn't consistent. She's got low points and moments that don't agree to her new character. But this woman, who started as commentary on how the rich will destroy you for fun, is now a key positive portion of the world because at some point in time, she had a point -- Charles *isn't* the end-all-be-all of the matter of teaching young mutants, Erik *isn't* the best way forward as far as mutant armadas go, there *is* nuance to their dualistic conversation, the dichotomy is only enforced because they're loud, but she can be louder, she can be louder than any of them--

And then Krakoa hits. Yes, there's a full ten years of bad X-Men stories, many of them including Emma, at least one of them including Emma genociding a few Inhumans. But then Krakoa hits, and every character gets a new project.

Cyclops? Seeing the world move on in ways he might not approve of. Wolverine? Being happy, and realizing he means to fight to keep it going. Erik? Charles? Apocalypse?? Seeing how strong their "dreams" are when they compromise, and realizing oh, I am willing to do *anything* to keep this going, quite literally anything, there is no crime predicted by man or god that would be beyond my reach if it meant paradise would not be lost.

Emma? Emma keeps doing what she's been doing from the word go. Keep it fabulous. Keep the children safe. Don't fall for the lies. At some point someone will invade your privacy and try to take everything away from you. Your job is not to simply destroy them. Your job is to showcase to them how this too was accounted for.

Emma, alongside her planning, her alliances, her leading of the resistance, her unfathomable internal strength and her willingness to see the world for what it is, won the war for Krakoa. Charles wanted things to stay the way they were, Erik wanted things to be the way he dreamed they could be, Apocalypse wanted things to impress him.

Emma wanted them to be safe and sound. Emma wanted the children to be safe. And when Krakoa rose and left, now fully developed and having outgrown her as well, she picked herself back up and went to train a new generation.

There's always children to keep safe. There's always a new generation. The work is never finished.

Yes, the O5 have their own version of Xavier's dream fulfilled, but Emma is the only one who managed to keep herself genuine while evolving. In a room with religious zealots, war criminals, villains and ancients evils, Emma could always look at Kitty Pryde and think to herself, look at what we're doing, my friend. Look at what we have to work with. We're not saving them from themselves, we're saving everyone they're willing to sacrifice.

I wish those adaptations would make Emma Frost sound like she does to me. She's not just a third option to the Professor X-Magneto dichotomy. She's a person asking why is this a dichotomy in the first place. She's too busy actually caring about people to bother with the bickering.

For the children, they said when they wanted her to join their little utopia. For the children, she sighed back, realizing that if she didn't say it, quite literally no one else would.

[samasmith23]

Iceman Almost Came Out as Gay Back in the 1990s

So prior to Brian Michael Bendis revealing Iceman (aka, Bobby Drake) was gay in the pages of his All-New X-Men run from 2015, apparently writer Scott Lobdell had planned to have Bobby come out of the closet two decades earlier but was unable to go through with his plans. Lobdell did however, lay the ground work for Bobby coming out during his time on the X-books in the mid-to-late 1990s.

Specifically, during an encounter with Emma Frost back when she was still a villain, the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club briefly took control of Bobby’s mind and actually used his mutant powers in more creative ways than he ever had done before. Emma accurately pointed out that Bobby was intentionally holding back the true potential of his powers, and was using humor as a shield to mask his own insecurities due to his conservative upbringing by mutantphobic parents.

Writer Sina Grace actually followed up on this old plot point from the 90s during his Iceman solo-series which immediately followed Bobby being outed by the time-displaced Jean Grey in All-New X-Men. In addition to depicting Bobby becoming more comfortable with his sexuality and gradually out to his fellow teammates, ex-girlfriends like Kitty Pryde, and especially his bigoted parents...

...Grace finally allowed Bobby to fully embrace his potential as an Omega-Level mutant. Not only did Iceman singlehandedly defeat the unstoppable Juggernaut in combat after after overcoming his greatest fear by coming out to his parents, but he began using his powers in more creative ways than before such as constructing ice-shuriken and multiple ice-clones and kaju.

Furthermore, Grace also revealed in his run that yes, during that time Emma Frost had mind-controlled Bobby back in the 90s, she actually did learn that Bobby was gay. But unlike the time-displaced Jean Grey, Emma never outed Bobby’s closeted sexuality to him or anyone else, and instead respected his privacy due to her own tragic experiences with her older brother Christian Frost being forced into "gay conversion therapy" (aka, torture...) by their abusive father.

Essentially, all of the people who try to argue that Iceman coming out makes zero sense or that it somehow "ignores/erases several decades of past continuity" (I'm looking at you homophobic Comicsgaters!) completely miss the fact that both Bendis & Grace were simply building upon the foundation that was already put in place by Lobdell back in the 90s! That’s NOT “ignoring or erasing several decades of continuity,” but the exact opposite!

And if you still need further proof that Bobby was always gay, just a reminder that during his very first appearance in X-Men (1963) #1 by Stan Lee & Jack Kirby, Iceman was the only person who was not acting like a horny jack-rabbit at the mere sight of the then-new student Jean Grey.

In other words... Iceman was always gay even as far back as his inaugural issue! Suck it Comicsgaters!

[eveysnotebook]

dating Anna Marie / Rogue hcs ⋆.ೃ࿔*

headcanons for rogue!!! making emma’s was so incredibly fun, it’s my favorite thing i’ve written.

i’m also working on a master list for x-men content!

wlw, just like emma’s

• shes always there for you, if you ever need anything you know you can rely on Anna

• protective over you! she adores you so much and usually always agrees with everything you say.

• “ya don’t agree with y/n? well, ya obviously are wrong then.”

• if you aren’t immune to her powers, she feels insecure often. she feels like you deserve someone who can hold your hand and kiss you.

• she calls you sweet nicknames that make you melt, such as Sugah, Darlin’, cutie pie and sweetie!

• “hey Sugah!! ya did amazin’ out on the battlefield!”

• she makes some of the best southern foods, so if your a fan of those types of foods your in for a treat.

• if you are immune to her powers / she has control, she loves to run her fingers through your hair.

• loves flirting or sending winks your way during easier battles, she loves seeing you flustered while trying to stay focused.

• if you can touch her, she loves to rest her head in your hands. plz hold her face she loves it

• holding (gloved) hands under tables.

• Anna will try to crack a joke or say something funny if the situation feels a bit heavy, but the sheer awkwardness makes you laugh.

• she crotchets whenever she’s angry or upset, she’s gotten really good and will make you stuff for your birthday or just because!

• her love language is physical touch and will find ways to still connect if she can’t touch you.

• such as hugs in long sweaters and jeans, doing your hair, with gloves on of course, you kissing her gloved hand instead of cheek.

• it’s sad that she can’t touch you, but she loves you so much.

would you guys rather have me refer to her as “Rogue” or “Anna” / “Anna-Marie” ?? I’m afraid calling her Anna might confuse some people

[1-up-chump]

I need more Charles "for someone whose entire power is the mind, you sure do neglect your mental health" Xavier

A man who didn't have anyone who shared his visions, his desires, saw his fears, his flaws, his passions, his mental wavelength. The few who did either betrayed him (erik) he doesn't want to give that burden to (jean grey) or he just doesn't trust at all (emma frost but also literally any other telepath) OR that HE had to betray due to circumstances (poor liliandra)

Moria came close but not quite there. Which was awful bc had circumstances be different, charles would be willing to settle for that anyways if it ment having something at all.

He gives himself up entirely for an ideal. Chasing it so hard he drags everyone else with him if they don't stand firm themselves. Constantly aware of the power he wields but is, in truth, subconsciously scared of his own power. How easily he can warp and destroy someone's mind, multiple at once if he really tries. Its an attractive power to want the ability to control free will, many seek it out in every possible way.

Give me the charles Xavier who has seen other Xavier's in the multiverse and is disgusted with his own alter's hypocrisy. And becomes oh so more aware of his own capacity to do all that and then some. Becomes sick with having to hold back and he constantly has to hold back and no one ever knows the pain he has to hide just to give others hope. He has to be strong, he has to be "stable" he has to he. Otherwise if he breaks... if he falters for just one moment, if he snaps, if he loses control even a second.

The consequences would be dire.

And he knows in another lifetime it already happened. More. Than. Once.

[brw]

It baffles the mind to me how people will insist Ben Percy's Beast is right and correct and is the natural end version of Hank and that since day one he was always going to end up like that, not just because it implies absolutely nobody has actually read Hank in any pre-Bendis comic ever, but also because Evil Hank as Percy writes him makes everyone look massively incompetent, and I'm not even talking about just X-Force, I mean the entire larger X-Men community.

Emma Frost. World class telepath. Repeatedly is shown to not have that many qualms about digging into people's minds if they're hiding something from her. Confronts Hank at least once directly, and yet did not actually care enough to do anything other than act huffy when confronted with his actions. At most, she was pissed at him ruining her party. You can torture whoever you want, old buddy, but causing an inconvenience at my party? Now I'm mad.

Jean Grey. Even greater telepath. Was on X-Force herself, even, and also does not have many holdups about tearing down people's walls if the needs be. We even see her do just that, but her problem is him keeping things from her, and not the actual content of most of his actions. And after she leaves, she just seems to plug her fingers in her ears and go lalalala? The stuff at the Hellfire Gala, keeping Wolverine as clones, she doesn't care, she's too busy X-Mening.

Wolverine. Epic cool warrior guy who is supposed to be the best there is, whose talents Hank clearly admires enough to clone repeatedly to do his bidding, who is simultaneously a lone wolf and also the guy everyone wants to have on their team, who is the only guy who can see through Hank or whatever. Not competent enough to kill one big blue furry man who has spent the last 5 years at a desk job. That completely alludes him.

Domino has luck based powers that are supposed to help her in any situation, but I guess getting rid of evil blue man is too much to ask. Couldn't even get a bucket propped up under an open door. "He was always like this, he was always evil" she insists, but after learning he's controlling a small nation with plant people at the Hellfire Gala she still busts out the Cha Cha Slide with him on the dance floor.

I guess neither Jean nor Logan bothered to tell Scott his old friend was committing war crimes, because he doesn't seem to know or to give a fuck.

Kitty and Kurt know enough to joke about it, but do they actually confront him? Does anyone care enough to actually try to put a stop to it directly, if they're all seemingly convinced he's beyond help and fundamentally evil? No, they've got other shit going on. No time to care about Hank making a future where he is God-King, we gotta stop Sinister doing that same thing, but I guess when Hank does it, who gives a shit.

Quinten Quire is an omega level telepath who apparently nobody thought to say "hey man, can you use those Phoenix-level abilities to get Beast to stop killing people?". He was too busy giving himself a bigger dick in resurrection protocols, I guess.

I could go on, but point is, I genuinely don't know how you insist that era made so much sense and was the perfect version of Hank and everyone was simply too naive to see that this was who he always was, because it makes everyone look like an incompetent moron! They can't kill one fat blue furry man??? He hasn't done field work in years! And yet that's too much to ask! The only reason he died was because he was in gay love with some fuckass actor from New Jersey. It's deeply embarrassing for everyone involved if that's the reality of things, and I have no idea why you want all of your favourite characters to be incompetent dipshits who think "Wow, isn't Hank evil?" and then refuse to actually do anything about it.

And all this could have been averted if Hank was, you know, Hank. Hank isn't charming and cultured and well-read and funny and polite because he's a good person, those are his innate traits, and as we see with Dark Beast, they can twist in the opposite direction. That would literally be all it would take. I mean a lot of things would still suck, but at the very least, it would make everyone's inability to do anything a little more understandable, and allow things to feel tragic, like that Hank becoming increasingly evil and separated from his ethics is a loss and one we all mourn, instead of the insistence that he was always going to turn out that way.

Emma walks in to try and set things right with Hank, but gets distracted by good conversation and jokes and the same man who treated her as a member of the X-Men when she first joined and not as a heartless monster, who built her piece by piece back together when people were joking that finding out her murderer would be too much work, because everyone wanted her dead. It's hard to connect the evil actions she's heard Hank doing with the kind and charming and personable man in front of her, who matches her intellectually and well and truly respects her, and so she accepts that things are either exaggerated or that Hank will ultimately come back into himself, and that she can trust him not to disrupt her party.

Just a few little moments like that would have gone so far. An evil Hank McCoy is ultimately still Hank, and should still be funny and dropping Aristotle quotes and Shakespeare and being a good friend, because those are not traits exclusively to moral people, and it would make everyone's seeming incompetence a little easier to swallow. It's harder to see the evil actions that Hank is doing for what they are, when he's making you laugh so hard your belly aches or pondering intellectual questions with you, rather than just repeatedly saying "I'M THE BASTARD YOU NEED" before making a torture station in outer space.

There's so many ways this entire arc could have, at the very least, had some intrigue and actual character work to explore, the ways Hank has always used a larger than life persona to deflect and hide, and how that could become increasingly warped if you're dead set on having him be evil, and make the whole thing feel less like a character assassination and more of a tragedy. Hank McCoy becoming evil should hurt. It should feel like a great loss that someone who had been so kind and empathetic and nurturing became increasingly amoral and evil and even sadistic, and all the characters involved should feel that loss, and that even could be why they struggle to actually do anything for so long; they're so loyal to the Hank that once was, they can't see the Hank that is.

But all that is lost when the only character suggesting that something else might be to blame is Colossus, who immediately gets shut down as being ridiculous and silly, and everyone else stands and nods that Hank is really evil now, and isn't that a shame, and maybe he was always like this, but are we actually gonna do anything about it? Nah, we got a party to throw, we gotta get our fancy dresses on.

The entire thing is so unbelievably infuriating, because all it would have taken for someone to actually not even like Hank, but just want to be consistent with prior characterisation and have him be fun. A villainous Hank should ultimately be fun. That's probably the main reason why Dark Beast has endured for so long; he is fun to see and be around. He's a fun character to see on your page. That's what Hank needed. But I guess Sinister was taking that place so instead we got blue Kissinger and it is genuinely such a travesty that this dogshit is celebrated by comic fans who throw up in their mouths if you suggest reading an Avengers comic to broaden their horizons.

[pacing-er]

Krakoa Era Reading List Cherik Version (part 7)

Disclaimer! There are a lot of titles I'm skipping in this period, simply because they focus on characters and plotlines that I don't care about. This story is complicated enough without side plots.

22. Hellfire Gala: Fall of X

I really liked this one! Any comic that shows off Charles powers is a 10/10 for me and this one is no exception. Added bonus is that he is wearing this super cute angel-inspired costume:

Also he looks so freaking pretty here omfg.

As is standard for all Hellfire Galas something goes horribly wrong, but this time it is much harder to come back from. Moira and Orchis show up with a bunch of Nimrods and reveal that they had interfered with the Mutant's medicines for mankind and installed a kill-switch which they use to take humankind hostage. Threatening Charles with mass human death, they force him to mind control all of the mutants on Earth to send them into the portals and off of Earth. Little did he know that they also hacked the portals, effectively turning them into meat-grinders which he just forced all of his people into (as far as he knows at least). Orchis then activates the kill-switch and many humans die anyways, but Charles in an act of desperation extends his powers to make it so they feel no pain and die peacefully. Idk I just thought that was a nice detail. The comic ends with a majority of mutant kind presumed dead, Emma leading the few survivors and an emotionally broken Charles sending Rogue off to "Avenge Krakoa". Very bleak stuff. It's all downhill from here folks!

23. Immortal X-Men (Issues #14-18)

Very cool, very convoluted. Basically covers two storylines: Xavier uncovering vital truths with the help of the Sinister that had been implanted inside of him, Hope and Exodus leading the mutants in the Noplace they'd been sent to after Hellfire Gala. A whole lot of twists and turns and it ends with a big reveal that I thought was super cool so I won't spoil it. Mother Righteous continues to ruin things for the mutants, and it's revealed that she was the one who hacked the portals to send them all to the White Hot Room (the mutant afterlife) in order to use Jean's power to become a Dominion. I liked Charles part in this comic a lot despite him spending a lot of it sitting around depressed in the ruins of Krakoa. At first we are led to believe that he is using his telepathy and newfound telekinesis to massacre the Orchis agents that Shaw brought there, but it is revealed to be the remnants of Sinister inside of him doing the killing. I like that it allows us to see how efficient and deadly he could be without conflicting his morals. He also has a beard in this comic which is... Something. I don't hate it.

Charles dynamic with the Sinister inside of him was very enjoyable imo. Hope and the other mutants were also very interesting, and I dig the Jewish parallels with them all stuck wandering in the desert "diaspora" in search for the Promised Land. They actually use those exact words.

That's the end of the Immortal X-Men run! This title in particular had some of my favorite moments so I'm definitely gonna pick up a physical copy for it

24. Jean Grey

Technically a prelude to the previous entry, in which we see Jean explore several different potential outcomes for mutantkind as she waits to be resurrected. It explains her appearance in the White Hot Room. Charles and Erik are in the first issue of this title, with special emphasis put on their relationship. We see Jean put Magneto into a catatonic state, believing that it would be better for mutants if he was out of the picture. Charles of course freaks out and immediately kicks the X-Men out of the mansion, and when they later return they find that Charles has restored Erik's mind and the two of them are living together. Due to the lingering effects of Jeans powers Erik is now wheelchair bound, so they're matching! The rest of this title covers Jean's various relationships and sort of serves as a character analysis.

25. The Resurrection of Magneto

I think that enough is explained at this point to read this story. Arakko was not affected by Charles command to walk into the portals, but they were busy dealing with a civil war so they are late to the game. Ororo goes into the mutant afterlife to retrieve Magneto's soul, since after the events of the Hellfire Gala Charles is no longer stable enough to lead the mutants. Some really epic symbolism and references to various moments in Magnetos history are shown, including the iconic scene from the original Trial of Magneto comic. Overall a great analysis of Magneto as a character, but the cherry on top was the focus put on Charles and Erik's relationship. Man is obsessed with Charles and it shows. Definitely a must-read for Cherik fans. I'd include some screen caps but I'd basically be sharing the full comic so I recommend you just read it.

I'm taking another break to read some older X-Men comics I got for the holidays so I'm cutting this one shorter than anticipated. Next are Fall of the House of X, Rise of the Powers of X, and X-Men: Forever! Then I need to go through Duggan's X-Men comics and see what I missed since the reading order lists I'm using and the titles on the free comic site don't match up and it's a whole thing. But I'm almost to the end! The next Krakoa era reading list should be my last 🎉🎉🎉

[urdreamydoodles]

Hi! I’m sorry about your surgery! And as intructed I’m here to request!

Can I Have the X-men characters with a reader who’s very muscular, and maybe how’d they react. If that’s too vague maybe just the X-men characters working out with the reader.

I hope you recover fast and hope everything goes well!

X-MEN CHARACTERS X FEM!READER

X-Men with a very muscular S/O

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Hank McCoy, Emma Frost, Laura Kinney, Wade Wilson & Kitty Pryde

Response to Did-I-Ask: The surgery is supposed to be for the best, even though it's very scary to think that they're going to cut my back open and put metal rods in it. Anyway... MUSCLE MOMMY. Thanks for that.

Logan Howlett

- Logan noticed your strength before he noticed you. Not that you weren’t beautiful—hell, you were stunning—but the way you carried yourself was what first caught his eye. The way you moved, each step precise, controlled. The way you lifted things without a second thought, like the weight meant nothing. There was a familiarity in it, a recognition. Strength wasn’t something delicate to you—it was yours, it was part of you. And Logan, for all his years, had never met someone who made raw power look so damn effortless.

- He never outright commented on your muscles before you got together. Logan wasn’t the type to gush, wasn’t the type to openly admire. But he had a way of looking, of watching. The kind of gaze that lingered longer than it should, that flickered over your arms when you reached for something, that trailed down your back when you pulled your hair up. And when you caught him staring, when you raised a brow with that knowing smirk, he’d just grunt, shrug, and pretend like he hadn’t been completely captivated.

- When you finally got together, Logan wasn’t one for flowery words, but his actions spoke loud enough. He liked your strength, your power—respected it. Never treated you like you were delicate, never held back when you sparred, never told you to be less. And when you carried him once—effortlessly, like he weighed nothing—he had just chuckled low in his chest, looking up at you with something both amused and proud. "Well, ain’t that somethin’," he had murmured, his fingers tracing over your bicep. "Guess I ain’t the only tough one in this relationship."

- Logan had always been protective, but with you, it was different. He didn’t need to hover over you, didn’t need to step in when things got rough. And that—more than anything—was what made him fall harder. Because for the first time in too many years, he didn’t feel like he had to be the unshakable one. Didn’t feel like he had to bear the weight of the world alone. Because there you were—strong, unwavering, unbreakable. And Logan, against all odds, found himself leaning on you just as much as you leaned on him.

Remy LeBeau

- Remy had always been a man who appreciated beauty, and mon dieu, did he appreciate you. But it wasn’t just your face, wasn’t just the curve of your lips or the fire in your eyes. It was your presence, the way you moved with the kind of confidence that only came from knowing exactly what you were capable of. The first time he saw you lift something that would’ve made most men strain, he had whistled low, shaking his head with an easy smirk. "Ain’t never seen a belle quite like you before," he had murmured, red eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

- Before you got together, Remy flirted shamelessly—relentlessly. He had a thousand words to describe you, a thousand compliments dripping with his signature drawl. But there was a particular reverence when he spoke about your strength. "Bet you could lift me easy, cher," he’d tease, leaning in close, a smirk playing at his lips. And when you did—hoisted him up like he was nothing, spun him around just to prove a point—he had laughed, bright and wild, delighted. "Ah, mon amour, I think I just fell in love."

- Being with Remy meant endless praise, endless admiration. He liked to worship you, liked to trace his fingers along your muscles, liked to murmur in that honeyed voice of his about how magnifique you were. He wasn’t intimidated, wasn’t insecure. If anything, he thrived off it. "Damn shame you ain’t a thief like me," he’d joke, "we’d be unstoppable." And when you raised a brow, playful and sharp, he’d grin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "Ah, but I suppose I already stole your heart, non?"

- But more than the teasing, more than the flirting, Remy trusted you. And that was rare. He had spent his life learning not to depend on people, not to expect someone to catch him when he fell. But you—you—were a foundation he never expected. He knew that if the world crumbled beneath him, if everything he had ever built came crashing down, you’d be there. Unyielding, unshaken, as steady as the strength in your arms. And for once, Remy let himself rest in that certainty.

Kurt Wagner

- Kurt had always seen strength as something that came in many forms. He had known warriors, had known fighters, had known people whose power was all sharp edges and destruction. But you—you—were different. You had the strength to shatter mountains, to bring men to their knees, and yet, there was kindness in you, softness in your touch. The first time he saw you lift something that should have been impossible, he had only blinked, tail curling behind him as he took it in. And then—"Mein Gott, you are incredible."

- He wasn’t shy about his admiration. Before you got together, he was fascinated by you. Would ask endless questions about how you trained, about how it felt to be that strong. He would watch you spar with awe, his golden eyes filled with open wonder. And sometimes, when he thought you wouldn’t notice, he’d reach out to trace the curve of your bicep, marveling at the sheer power beneath your skin. "It is amazing," he’d murmur, almost to himself. "You are amazing."

- When you finally got together, Kurt was constantly touching you—casual, affectionate, awestruck. His tail wrapped around your wrist, his hands traced over your arms, his head rested against your shoulder as if drawn to the very essence of you. "You make me feel safe," he admitted once, softly, as if the words carried too much weight. Because he had spent his life being the one who had to run, had to hide. And yet, here you were—unshakable, unwavering. His anchor in a world that had never truly held him still.

- But it wasn’t just admiration—it was joy. Because Kurt adored every part of you, from your strength to your heart. He would swing from the rafters and land gracefully in your arms, laughing as you caught him with ease. He would wrap himself around you, tail curling tight, whispering how lucky he was. "Strong and beautiful," he would say, grinning, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Truly, I am blessed." And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant every word.

Scott Summers

- Scott had always been disciplined, always respected strength—not just physical, but mental, emotional. And yet, when he first saw you, he had felt something entirely different. It wasn’t just admiration, wasn’t just respect. It was something deeper, something unshakable. You were powerful, in a way that demanded to be seen, in a way that made the air shift when you walked into a room. And Scott, for all his restraint, couldn’t help but watch.

- Before you got together, Scott tried to be subtle. Tried to focus on his work, on his responsibilities. But he noticed things. How you carried yourself. How you held back, always careful of your strength. And once—just once—when you lifted a fallen beam with nothing but a flick of your wrist, he had muttered, almost to himself, "I’ve never seen anyone like you before."

- When you were together, Scott wasn’t the type to say it outright, but his hands spoke for him. The way he’d squeeze your arm absently, the way his fingers would brush over your muscles in quiet appreciation. He didn’t need to say he was in awe—you could feel it in the way he touched you, in the way his breath hitched when you held him close. "You don’t have to protect me," he told you once. But the truth was—he liked that you could.

- And in the quiet moments, when it was just the two of you, Scott would sigh against your skin, holding you like you were the only steady thing in his world. Because for once, he didn’t have to be the strong one. For once, he could let go, knowing you would always be there to catch him.

Jean Grey

- Jean had always been drawn to the kind of strength that wasn’t just physical. The kind that was felt—a force in the room, a presence that demanded to be noticed. And you were all of that. It wasn’t just the muscles, though those were undeniably impressive. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you moved like the world had never once been heavy on your shoulders. The way you stood, solid, unwavering, as if nothing could break you. And Jean, for all her power, had never met someone who felt like a fortress.

- Before you got together, she tried to pretend she wasn’t completely fascinated by you. She was subtle about it, or at least she thought she was. But her eyes lingered too long when you sparred, and her fingers would brush over your arm under the guise of casual touches. And when you caught her staring, when you smirked at her in that knowing way, she would flush—an actual flush, pink dusting across her cheeks—and turn away, as if you hadn’t just caught her admiring every inch of you.

- When you were together, Jean loved touching you. It wasn’t just about attraction (though there was plenty of that). It was about feeling you, grounding herself in the solidity of you. She would lean into you absentmindedly, her fingers tracing the lines of your muscles as if committing them to memory. "You’re incredible," she’d murmur against your skin, like a quiet confession. Because for all her own power, for all the things she could do, there was something deeply comforting about your strength—about knowing that, for once, she could lean on someone else.

- And when the world threatened to pull her under, when the weight of her own mind grew too heavy, it was you she turned to. You, with arms strong enough to hold her when she broke. You, who didn’t flinch when her powers surged out of control. You, who simply stood, unshaken, and reminded her that she wasn’t alone. And Jean, for all the galaxies she could hold in her mind, knew that you were the one thing she would never let go of.

Ororo Munroe

- Ororo had always believed that true strength was as much about grace as it was about power. It was not just the ability to lift, to fight, to endure—but the ability to move through the world unshaken. And you—you embodied that. The first time she saw you, truly saw you, she had felt the air shift. Not from her own power, but from yours. You stood like an unmovable storm, like something carved from the earth itself. And Ororo, who had always commanded the sky, found herself mesmerized by the weight of you.

- Before you were together, Ororo watched. Quietly, curiously. She was not the type to be easily flustered, but there was something about you that made her pause. Not just the sheer strength of you, but the control—the way you handled yourself, never careless, never reckless. And when she finally spoke of it, when she traced a finger over your arm with quiet appreciation, she simply smiled and said, "There is power in you. A rare, beautiful kind."

- When you were together, Ororo was not shy in her admiration. She would rest her head against your shoulder, her hands lazily tracing the curve of your biceps as if she belonged there. She would stand beside you in battle, her eyes gleaming with pride when you fought like an unrelenting force of nature. And when the storms raged, when the skies darkened, it was you who kept her tethered—your strength the one thing that never wavered, even when the heavens roared.

- But most of all, Ororo trusted you. With her heart, with her fears, with the parts of her that few ever saw. Because she knew that you were not just strong in body—you were strong in soul. And for a woman who had spent her life carrying the weight of the skies, knowing that she could rest against you—steady, unyielding—was the greatest gift she had ever been given.

Rogue

- Rogue was used to being the dangerous one. The one who had to hold back, who had to be careful, who had to be afraid of her own strength. But you? You were the opposite. You were powerful, so powerful, and yet you carried yourself without hesitation, without fear. And that—that undid her. Because if anyone knew what it meant to fear your own power, it was her. And yet, when she looked at you, she saw someone who had mastered it. And Rogue, for all her bravado, had never wanted something more.

- Before you were together, she tried not to let it show. She played it cool, cracked jokes, teased you about being a "brick house." But there were moments, quiet moments, where her eyes would linger, where she would stare a little too long when you lifted something heavy with effortless ease. And when you caught her, when you grinned at her and flexed just to mess with her, she’d scoff, rolling her eyes—but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her.

- When you were together, Rogue thrived on your strength. She would cling to you shamelessly, drape herself over you like you were the most comfortable thing in the world. She’d run her hands over your muscles with a smirk, murmuring, "Damn, sugar, y’could crush a man with these." And if you ever did carry her—effortless, like she weighed nothing—she would melt, her Southern drawl turning lazy and affectionate as she murmured, "Well ain’t that somethin’."

- But more than the admiration, more than the teasing, Rogue trusted you in a way she rarely trusted anyone. Because you never made her feel dangerous. You never treated her like something to be feared, never flinched when she touched you (through gloves, always). And when she was tired, when she was worn down from carrying the weight of what she was, you would hold her—strong, steady, safe. And for the first time in her life, Rogue knew what it felt like to rest.

Erik Lehnsherr

- Erik had always respected power. He had seen too many people stripped of it, too many lives crushed under the weight of those who wielded it without mercy. And you—you were power incarnate. Not just in strength, but in presence. In the way you stood tall, in the way you carried yourself like you knew what you were capable of. And Erik, for all his cynicism, found himself captivated.

- Before you were together, Erik was not one for admiration—but he noticed. Not just the way you moved, the way your muscles tensed beneath your skin, but the way you never let anyone make you feel small. There was something almost magnetic about it, something that made him linger. And when he finally acknowledged it—when he stood before you, his gaze sharp and assessing—he simply said, "You are formidable." And from Erik, that was the highest compliment he could give.

- When you were together, Erik marveled at you in his own quiet way. He would trace his fingers over your arms absentmindedly, like he was memorizing the strength beneath your skin. He would watch you in battle, his lips curling into something almost proud as you tore through your enemies like a force of nature. "Beautiful," he would murmur under his breath. Not just your face, not just your form—but the raw power of you.

- But more than that, Erik trusted you. And that was rare. He had spent his life believing that trust was a weakness, that to rely on another was to invite betrayal. But you—you were different. You were unyielding, steady as steel. And Erik, against all odds, found himself leaning on you. Found himself allowing himself to rest. Because for the first time in a long, long time, he had found someone who could stand beside him, unbroken, unshaken. And Erik, for all his hardness, could not help but soften in your arms.

Charles Xavier

- Charles had always believed in strength beyond the physical—strength of mind, of will, of heart. He had known warriors with bodies made of steel but spirits fragile as glass. But you… you were different. There was power in you, undeniable, but it was not just the muscle beneath your skin. It was the way you carried yourself, the way you moved with purpose, the way you stood. And for a man who had spent his life surrounded by those who fought for survival, Charles found himself utterly captivated by the effortless strength that radiated from you.

- Before you were together, Charles tried to be subtle about his fascination. He was a gentleman, after all. But his gaze would linger when you entered a room, his thoughts lingering in admiration even when he forced himself to turn away. He had never been a man drawn to appearances alone, but there was something about the way you moved, the way your body was carved from pure discipline, that made his mind wander far too often. And when you caught him looking, when you smiled at him like you knew exactly what he was thinking, he had to suppress the warmth rising in his chest.

- When you were together, Charles found himself indulging in the wonder of you. His hands traced the planes of your arms absentmindedly as he spoke, as if grounding himself in the reality of your presence. He marveled at the way you held him—not just physically, but emotionally, mentally. For all his intelligence, for all his wisdom, Charles had spent much of his life feeling alone in his own mind. But with you, there was solidity. A quiet, unwavering strength that he could reach for, even in his weakest moments.

- And there were weak moments. Nights when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on his shoulders, when the echoes of voices in his mind threatened to drown him. And it was in those moments that you held him, steady and sure, reminding him that he did not have to carry everything alone. And Charles, who had spent so much of his life offering comfort to others, finally understood what it was to be held.

Wanda Maximoff

- Wanda knew power. Knew what it meant to be feared, to be called dangerous, to feel the weight of something terrible humming beneath her skin. But you—you were different. Your power was not chaos, not something unpredictable or unstable. It was firm, steady, as if the world itself could bend around you and you would not waver. And Wanda, for all her uncertainty, was drawn to that. To you.

- Before you were together, she was hesitant. She had been drawn to people before, but this was different. You were so strong, so certain, and she—she was made of fractured pieces barely holding together. But when you looked at her, you did not see fragility. You saw her. And that terrified her more than anything. So she avoided you, at least at first, pretending not to notice the way her heart stuttered whenever your hand brushed against hers, or the way she always felt safer when you were near.

- When you were together, Wanda clung to you in ways she had never clung to anyone before. She would rest against you, tracing patterns against your skin with absent fingers, as if memorizing the solidity of you. She would watch you lift things effortlessly, train with an intensity that left others exhausted, and she would smile—because there was something so beautiful about watching you exist in your own strength. And when you held her, when you wrapped those strong arms around her and whispered that she was safe, she believed it.

- And she needed that belief. There were days when the weight of her own power felt unbearable, when the voices of the past whispered in her mind that she was a danger, a mistake. But you—you never flinched. You never feared her, never hesitated when she reached for you. And when the world threatened to break her, it was you who reminded her that she was whole.

Pietro Maximoff

- Pietro was fast. Too fast for most people to keep up, too fast for most to even touch. His whole life had been a blur of motion, a race against the world that could never quite match his pace. But you—you were solid, immovable, a force of nature that did not bend to the chaos around you. And for the first time in his life, Pietro found himself slowing down. Just to watch you. Just to see.

- Before you were together, he teased. A lot. His flirting was constant, relentless, laced with cocky smirks and playful nudges. "Damn, sweetheart, you been liftin’ cars for fun or what?" He’d joke, even as his eyes traced the lines of muscle in open admiration. But beneath the teasing was something else—something quieter, something more real. Because Pietro wasn’t used to feeling small, but next to you, he did. And he liked it. More than he wanted to admit.

- When you were together, Pietro was all over you—always touching, always moving, always leaning into you like you were his personal anchor. He would drape himself over you dramatically, sighing, "Ugh, babe, I’m exhausted, carry me," just to get you to pick him up (which, of course, you could). He loved showing you off, bragging about how "his" partner could probably bench-press a truck. And if anyone dared to challenge your strength? Pietro would just cross his arms, smirk, and say, "Go ahead, try ‘em. See what happens."

- But more than anything, Pietro trusted you. You were a constant in a world that moved too fast for him, a foundation he could rest against without fear of falling. And for someone who had spent his life running, the idea of staying—of being held by someone who could handle him, who could match him—was the most terrifying, exhilarating thing he had ever known.

Hank McCoy

- Hank had spent his entire life being called a beast, a brute, something other than human. He had learned to compensate with wit, with charm, with intellect, but deep down, there was always a part of him that felt wrong—as if his body was something to be ashamed of. But then there was you. You, with your power, your strength, your undeniable presence. And yet, you never let it define you. And that… that changed everything.

- Before you were together, Hank admired you from a distance. He wasn’t the type to gawk, but he certainly noticed—the way your muscles flexed beneath your skin, the way you moved with an effortless grace that made even the most difficult tasks seem easy. And more than that, he noticed how unapologetic you were about it. There was no shame in your strength, no hesitance, no fear. And for someone who had spent so long struggling with his own form, that was… inspiring.

- When you were together, Hank was fascinated by you in ways he could hardly explain. He would trace his fingers over your arms as you lay beside him, murmuring quiet observations about muscle density and physiology, until you laughed and pulled him closer. He adored watching you work, watching you move, and whenever you lifted something heavy with ease, he would push his glasses up with a smirk and say, "An absolutely remarkable display of biomechanics, my dear."

- But more than admiration, more than fascination, Hank felt safe with you. Safe in a way he rarely felt with anyone. Because you never looked at him and saw something monstrous. You never recoiled from the sheer size of him, never treated his strength as something unnatural. And when he held you—when you let him rest his head against your shoulder, let him feel small for once—it was then that he truly understood what it meant to belong.

Emma Frost

- Emma Frost was not a woman easily impressed. She had walked among kings, controlled rooms with a glance, and brought entire empires to their knees with nothing but her mind. Beauty, strength, power—none of it was foreign to her. And yet, you caught her attention. Not because of your muscles alone—though she certainly noticed them—but because of how you carried them. Strength was so often loud, desperate for validation, but yours was effortless. Unapologetic. You did not beg the world to take notice, and that made her watch you all the more.

- Before you were together, she kept her intrigue quiet. Emma did not pine—it was simply beneath her. But oh, she indulged in little observations. The way your muscles tensed beneath your skin when you lifted something heavy. The way your body moved with a confidence that was neither arrogant nor overcompensating. She would make passing remarks, seemingly casual—"Darling, you do realize your physique is utterly devastating, don’t you?"—but beneath them, there was something undeniably real.

- When you were together, Emma became shameless in her adoration. She had always appreciated beauty, but with you, it was something else entirely. Her fingers would ghost over the lines of your arms as she spoke, as if mapping out the shape of you without thought. She would lounge against you in moments of quiet, resting her head on your shoulder with the ease of someone who knew she was untouchable—except by you. And though she would never say it outright, the way she sought your warmth, the way she traced your skin absentmindedly, spoke volumes.

- But more than that, Emma trusted you. And for a woman who trusted so few, that was everything. Because strength, to her, had never been a thing of brute force—it was control, presence, certainty. And when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on her shoulders, when old wounds whispered that she was alone, she would turn to you. To the body that could hold her without faltering. To the presence that made her feel, for once, like she did not have to be made of diamond just to survive.

Laura Kinney

- Laura had spent her life being told what she was. A weapon. A tool. Something created for violence and destruction. She had been conditioned to see strength as something brutal, something cold. But then there was you. You, with your muscles carved from discipline, from effort—not from programming or pain. And you were kind. Strong, but never cruel. Capable of destroying, yet choosing not to. And that fascinated her more than she could ever put into words.

- Before you were together, Laura was curious. She wouldn’t say much—she rarely did—but she would watch you. Studying the way you moved, the way you carried your strength without the arrogance she had come to expect from those who were powerful. And more than that, she tested you. She would throw herself at you in sparring matches, pushing, provoking, trying to see if there was any hidden brutality beneath your surface. But when you caught her wrists mid-strike and simply smirked, as if amused rather than threatened, something in her chest shifted.

- When you were together, Laura found herself drawn to you in ways she didn’t fully understand. She was not naturally affectionate, not soft in the way that others were. But she would press against you in moments of quiet, resting her head against your shoulder without a word. She would run her fingers over the scars on your skin, mapping them as if trying to understand how strength could exist without cruelty. And when she saw you lift something with ease, she would simply nod in approval—not impressed, not surprised, just quietly satisfied.

- And she needed you. More than she had ever needed anyone. Because for all her lethality, for all her sharpened edges, Laura had spent her life feeling like she was something wrong. But you never treated her as something broken. Never flinched when she was at her worst. And when nightmares clawed at the edges of her mind, when old ghosts whispered that she was nothing but a weapon, it was your arms—strong, steady, real—that held her together.

Wade Wilson

- Wade liked to joke that he wasn’t into muscles—he was into you. "The muscles are just an added bonus, babe," he’d say, grinning like a fool. But in truth? He adored them. Worshiped them, even. Not just because they made you look like some kind of Olympian demigod (though, yeah, that was definitely part of it), but because of what they meant. You were strong, but you never used that strength to hurt people. You were powerful, but never cruel. And for someone who had spent his life fighting monsters, you were the first thing that felt truly, undeniably safe.

- Before you were together, Wade was obnoxious about his attraction. Constant flirting. Endless commentary. "Damn, babe, I could probably do pull-ups on your biceps." He’d rest his chin on your shoulder, stare at your arms, and dramatically sigh, "It’s just unfair. It’s like Michelangelo sculpted you just to make the rest of us feel bad." But beneath all the jokes, there was something real. Because Wade wasn’t used to gentle strength. And every time you pulled him close without hesitation, every time you caught him without flinching, something in him softened.

- When you were together, Wade was obsessed. Absolutely, unapologetically obsessed. He would constantly poke at your muscles, squeezing your arms with a goofy grin. "I just wanna make sure they’re real," he’d say, as if you hadn’t already proven your strength a hundred times over. He loved that you could pick him up effortlessly, and he would take every opportunity to be carried around like a dramatic, oversized damsel in distress. "Sweep me off my feet, my hero!"

- But beneath all the jokes, beneath the constant teasing, Wade needed you in ways he would never fully admit. Because for all his bravado, for all his unkillable resilience, he had spent his life feeling like he was too much—too broken, too loud, too damaged to ever be held the way he wanted. But you? You never hesitated. Never pulled away. And when he curled against you after a long, brutal day, whispering the worst of his thoughts against your skin, you held him without a second thought. And in those moments, for the first time in forever, he felt whole.

Kitty Pryde

- Kitty was fast, clever, and always one step ahead of the world. She had spent her life dodging, slipping through walls, never quite staying still long enough for people to catch her. But you? You were solid. Unshakable. A presence that couldn’t be ignored. And she had never met anyone who made her want to pause—to stop running, to stop slipping away. Until you.

- Before you were together, Kitty found herself fascinated by you. She wasn’t subtle about it, either. "Okay, but seriously, how do you look like that?" she’d ask, poking at your arms with an impressed grin. She would watch you lift things effortlessly, her mind racing between admiration and the scientific curiosity of someone who had to understand how that kind of strength even worked. And when she caught herself staring a little too long, she would quickly phase through a wall to hide her flustered expression.

- When you were together, Kitty was delighted. She would climb onto your back without warning, grinning. "I have the strongest partner in the universe—why would I ever walk again?" She would grab your arms at random moments just to marvel at them, laughing as she wrapped her fingers around your biceps and said, "Okay, but seriously, do you think you could punch through a Sentinel? Like, just one punch?"

- But beneath the teasing, beneath the playful awe, there was something deeper. Because Kitty had spent her life feeling like she had to keep moving, keep running, never staying in one place long enough to get hurt. But with you, she stayed. She let herself be held. And for the first time, she felt like she didn’t have to phase through walls just to survive.

[queen-of-meows]

I think there's an interesting parallel to make between "OG Cassandra", aka the character as she was first imagined by Grant Morrison, and the MCU version.

When Cassandra appears for the first time in the comics, it is strongly implied she has been alive in her body for merely a few days. As Jean Grey notes, she's acting out on pure emotional energy and only has the appearance of an adult woman. And a whole part of her character arc that got ignored by every writer after Morrison is that after being defeated by Emma Frost, she is given a new artificial body with very little powers and raised back from infancy. And she ends up doing great, replacing Charles Xavier 150 years in the future and dying a hero alongside the last X-Men.

What really striked me with MCU Cassandra is her immaturity. She's happy in the Void because she can do whatever she wants whenever she wants. She never wondered what's beyond her little bubble of reality, or tried to give herself a greater purpose than existing and having fun. Her anger towards Charles is also ridiculously misplaced and childish.

And ultimately, her plan to destroy everything but the Void reminded me of this panel :

It sums up MCU Cassandra's motivations perfectly. She never grew up and she's completely oblivious of the reality beyond her small corner of the Void, going as far as wanting to destroy it just because one man threatened her sense of control. Even worse, she depends on these realities for her own survival. Who's going to provide her with food and weapons and poeple to sacrifice to Alioth when there's nothing left ? These questions don't even cross her mind because she lives in the instant.

Anyway, I absolutely loved Cassandra in the movie and wish she had a bit more scenes and development, but I understand it's not her movie and that's fine for me. This version got everything that made me fall in love with her an the comics and I can't wait to rewatch all her scenes 💚.

[magneticallyyours]

Okay, I have a lot of future fic ideas. Let me know which of these excite y'all the most:

1) Erik x Xavier!Reader, Fluff. Maybe writing about Charles and Erik meeting, reader meeting erik, where it goes from there etc etc. Overall just meaningful Erik stuff

2) Erik x Xavier!Reader, Angst. The other side of the coin this time, where reader turns Erik down in Cuba. Just both of them malding and seething through the years, and then it fucking explodes during DoFP's prison break + plane scene (inspo: Charles bitch slapping Erik)

3) Erik x X-men!Reader, Injured scenario? Exactly what it says. Classic brotherhood v x-men, I'll make up a reason for this ofc. But the reader gets in the way and is gravely injured. Angry Erik ensues

4) Erik x Metal-controlling reader, rivals ish. I'm thinking the reader also has metal controlling powers. Rival shenanigans with this one.

I also have ideas of writing for Charles. Another thing on my agenda is that I wanna write stuff like Raven x F!reader, because I don't think I've seen many wlw fics for X-Men. A tragedy, bc ppl like Emma, Jean, Rogue, Raven and Psylocke exist. Thoughts?

[starkdirewolflove]

Latest episode of X-Men ‘97, wow.

Omg there was so much going on in that episode can’t believe it was only 36 minutes.

Love square of Jean, Scott. Madelyne and Logan. Love triangle of Magneto, Rogue and Gambit, relationship drama galore.

I find it really amusing that Emma Frost has a front row seat to the drama with Jean, Madelyne and Scott like her own personal telenovela. Love that Madelyne has been forging her own path and becoming a part of the council of Genosha.

There’s a reporter doing a documentary about the X-Men and Xavier’s school. I’m a bit confused about Roberto being there. When we first meet him he’s a young rich party boy, heir to a wealthy Brazilian family that can just take a private jet wherever he wants to go and is ashamed and afraid of people, particularly his mother learning he’s a mutant so he leaves after episode one. Then he’s just always at the mansion hanging around with Jubilee and he’s in this documentary about a mutant school. Is he out to his family as a mutant or does he not care who knows anymore? I feel like this should’ve been addressed at some point.

Things are still really rocky with Scott and Jean, I can understand why he blew up at the reporter, she was being really invasive about his personal life and calling him a liar about having a son. And who was that doctor to make any statement about the birth? The bigot refused medical help to a woman in labour. But then he goes and has his psychic affair with Madelyne, dick move. And he’s been doing this since she left while shutting Jean out then turns everything around on her. Like Jean has been traumatised by what Sinister did to her. She doesn’t know how long he had her abducted, what he did while she was his prisoner, her mind is all messed up and on top of that her husband had a baby with her clone who had completely stolen her life (not Madelyne’s fault, this was 100% Sinister’s evil plan) and the only one who is actually supportive and understanding of her pain is Logan, no wonder she kissed him. Good on Logan for not trying to make the kiss into a big deal, Jean and Scott are married and he respects that even though he’s in love with her. The betrayal from Scott was even worse for Jean because their psychic connection has always been sacred between the two of them and her anchor when the Phoenix was overwhelming her and then he disregards all that because he’s in love with Madelyne too supposedly. Like I get their shared grief over having to give up their baby, it doesn’t give him a free pass to cheat on his wife.

Gambit was such a gentleman throughout the whole Rogue and Magento stuff, even though it was breaking his heart to see her with another man he respected her choice, didn’t try to blame or shame her about it and said they can be friends still. Rogue had a really rough time this episode. From the start of this season I felt uncomfortable with this Rogue and Magento pairing but when she explained their history to Gambit it was even worse because it just sounded like grooming and made Magento a creepy sexual predator. So Rogue ran away from home as a teenager after the trauma of putting the first boy she kissed in a coma and being rejected by her dad, gets taken in by Mystique who gets her to use her powers as part of her mutant terrorist group then brings this vulnerable teenage girl who is afraid to touch anyone to a middle aged man to help her control her powers and instead of doing that he fills her head with his ideologies and because he can touch her without it hurting either of them they become lovers. 🤢🤮 so creepy. Magento leverages the council of Genosha that he will only lead them if he can take Rogue as his “Queen” or co leader to the public, so she feels backed into a corner after seeing how amazing things on Genosha were for mutants now. Then after that amazing dance scene she realises that Gambit is the man she truly loves and what they have is more meaningful and goes beyond being able to touch and she chooses her swamp rat only to lose them both by the end of the episode.

The attack on Genosha was brutal but it was so amazingly done. Cable traveling back through time to try and warn everyone about the attack even though it goes against the rules of time travel, seeing Madelyn for a moment, her recognising him as her son by his eyes and him calling her “mom” as he got pulled back through time. The music, the chaos and panic you could literally feel through the screen, Magneto’s holocaust flashbacks, the Morlocks being trapped and thinking no one was coming to save them, Nightcrawler almost dying saving Rogue and Magneto.

Rogue and Gambit were the ultimate power couple fighting their way to the Morlocks, a better dance than the one she had with Magneto. Magneto saving Rogue and Gambit while he tried to shelter the Morlocks from the sentinel blast, so tragic. Then Gambit saves Rogue from getting herself killed by attacking the sentinel in a rage, takes it on by himself to save everyone and destroys it but sacrificing his own life in the process 😭.

The tragedy is they foreshadowed this in the first episode when Jean/Madelyne went into Trask’s mind and then both Jean and Madelyne got a psychic premonition of the attack just before it happened but were unable to do anything to stop it.

When the dust settles at the end you see the X-Men witness the aftermath of the attack, the few surviving mutants gather around the crater where Rogue is cradling Remy’s body. She’s finally able to touch him but only because he’s dead. “Sugah. I can’t feel you.” 💔

That killed me at the end, was so shocked that they killed Magneto and Gambit within minutes of each other. I know they probably won’t be dead forever but fuck that was brutal.

I know next week’s episode is gonna be Storm centric so we’ll probably have to wait 2 weeks to see what happens with the rest of the X-Men and hopefully by then Storm is ready to rejoin the team. There was a moment in the Genosha attack where Val Cooper is helping evacuate mutants to the gardens and she looks back at the sentinels and there’s this look in her eye that made me wonder is she Val Cooper or Mystique in disguise? We haven’t seen Mystique in the show so far but what if she’s been there all along? Maybe she was afraid of being exposed as an imposter by the sentinels because they’d know she’s not human.

[thorias]

Since season 2 looks to be so jam-packed with stuff, I thought it would be fun to try to break down the episodes using the stories continuing from season 1 and the spoilery bits we learned from D23 and... yeah, there's a lot here.

I'm just making educated guesses right now, but I could easily see this happening in the show.

2x01 - Ancient Egypt. 'Rise of Apocalypse' adaptation. The team helps En Sabah Nur defeat Rama-Tut and Rogue makes her Faustian deal with him to get Remy resurrected. Bishop shows up at the end to collect everyone.

2x02 - The Future. 'Adventures of Cyclops and Phoenix' adaptation. Scott and Jean spend some time raising teenage Nathan and are warned of the horrors that would be unleashed upon the world if Apocalypse were to ever rise to power. Bishop and the others show up at the end and the X-men return to the present.

2x03 - Present day. Bottle episode focusing on Forge's makeshift team, presumably consisting of some combination of Cable, Havok, Polaris, Iceman, Colossus, Archangel, Shadowcat and Emma Frost. They deal with the continuing fallout of Genosha/Asteroid M/the EMP and the ensuing chaos as Graydon Creed is poised to win the presidential election. Apocalypse begins positioning his chess pieces. The new Four Horsemen (let's say Deathbit, Madelyne/Pestilence, Shaw/War and Dazzler/Famine) make their first appearance and give the team a thrashing. The X-men return from the past/future at the end.

2x04 - The X-men are reunited, get caught up on everything they missed while they were gone and find Jubilee wherever she is. Magneto attempts to mend fences with Lorna, but it goes horribly since he did after all try to wipe out all life on Earth while she was, ya' know, on Earth. She doesn't forgive him, but convinces him to turn himself over to the authorities and answer for his crimes. Mags' second trial goes much worse for him than the first one did and he's thrown in a plastic prison like in X2; the last we see of him for a while (probably wishful thinking on my part, but you never know). Rogue leaves to search for Deathbit.

2x05 - Rogue confronts Deathbit. It goes horribly. She tries to absorb the Death persona out of him like she once did for Archangel, but Apocalypse has accounted for her powers this time and Deathbit is immune to them now. She's forced to fight him, shocked by Deathbit's ferocity and resentment toward her and not yet understanding what she needs to do to break Apocalypse's hold on Remy. The battle ends in a stalemate. Rogue is left confused and heartbroken as Deathbit escapes.

2x06 - Wolverine spotlight. Logan travels to Japan, searching for a way to get his adamantium back (I don't like this happening so soon, but we can assume from the D23 sneak peek that it'll probably go this way). He seeks out Lady Deathstrike since her father created the adamantium bonding process and has to fight Sabretooth for it.

2x07 - Nightcrawler spotlight. With the election looming, Kurt confronts his half-brother Graydon. It goes horribly. Mystique reveals herself, having infiltrated Graydon's campaign months earlier. Kurt tries to make peace with his family, but neither of them are interested in peace. The episode ends with Mystique assassinating Graydon and her continued allegiance to Apocalypse is revealed. She then takes Graydon's form and replaces him, meaning Apocalypse would control the White House if Mystique/Creed wins the election.

2x08, 9 & 10 - On the eve of the election, Apocalypse makes his move, committing acts of terrorism, giving Mystique/Creed more ammunition for the anti-mutant campaign Creed was running on, which Apocalypse has been secretly fomenting in order to provoke a human/mutant war. Xavier aides Rogue as she faces Deathbit again, allowing her to confront Remy on the psychic plane. He recreates the gala scene from 'Remember It' in Deathbit's mind, so Rogue can undue that little blunder by dancing with Remy this time and finally confessing her true feelings. Remy learns that Rogue had chosen him, not Magneto, and that she really does love Remy, which gives him the motivation to fight off the Deathbit persona. Meanwhile, the X-men battle the remaining Horsemen and Apocalypse. They're losing badly until a re-adamantiumed Wolverine, Xavier and Rogue, with Gambit, now free of Apocalypse's influence, arrive to turn the tide. Poccy is defeated, and with his machinations revealed, the public is swayed and President Kelly is re-elected.

Afterward, Gambit is back with the team, though he's left with trauma and PTSD from his death and resurrection. Xavier and the X-men are lauded as heroes in the media, so public perception is back on their side and things are looking up for a change... but unbeknownst to everyone, something is not right with Xavier as we get our first hint of Onslaught for season 3.

I think this accounts for every storyline we've confirmed so far, (or most of them at least) but that's just the stuff we've heard about. Who knows what else they've got in store for us that they haven't revealed yet. I'm crossing my fingers that we get longer episodes in s2 because they're definitely going to need more time to cover all this.

[rei-ismyname]

What if Legion killed Magneto?

AKA What if Age of Apocalypse never happened?

Look at him go - just going wild taking out X-Men and killing a young Magneto. I like David a lot, at least once he stopped being a plot device (and super dodgy portrayal of mental health) and started being a character. In this AU, he decides to time travel to a time where his father isn't present - when Mags and Magda had *just* escaped the camps.

He blows him away (rude) and the swirly whirly lines ripple through time to the present - in Westchester. Xavier watches Beast do a fluff interview and laments that the X-Men are model freaks, entertaining the humans for an ounce of acceptance? 'Was this my dream?' Yeah, motherfucker, it kinda was. The X-Men are celebrities and they look pretty happy. Of course Chuck is stroppy.

. In Magneto's absence, it seems the X-Men aren't as tough as they would have been. He has no way of knowing this, but he's vexed all the same. Hmm. Maybe a dream isn't a good basis for a civil rights movement. 'The X-Men were never meant to be court jesters' he proclaims. It's like he's read the script and knows he'll be proven generally foolish, but right in this one specific instance. It's hard to forget that this was his show. He still hangs around but it seems the X-Men institution has slipped through his fingers.

Chuck orders a baffled Forge to stop what he's doing and change tack completely - here's a powerful reading on Cerebro and he needs them to investigate. Forge tells him to piss off - he's in charge damnit - but then kinda comes around when the X-Men perform poorly in a danger room simulation.

I'm not sure what the implication is here. They're in Chuck's house and he started the X-Men but passed leadership to an unusually antagonistic Forge at some point? Or something. I'd love it if there was an ideological schism but we get no direct hint. Oh and they're both quite rude for reasons unknown. Nobody is keen on the mission so Chuck goes to find people who will listen to him, maybe. He can guilt them at least.

Yeah, it's Scott and Jean, with two cute little kids. Nathan and Rachel. They're happy to see him at first before they realise this isn't a social call. Lol, we find out Bobby and Warren left the X-Men for the Hellfire Club, the latter 'all for the love of his trophy woman Emma Frost.' Those sound like good things to me tbh, though don't think anyone missed that shade, Chuck.

Seems like Scott and Jean retired after the Dark Phoenix Saga, which presumably had a happier ending. The 'chaos that followed' allowed Forge to wrest control of the X-Men. Sounds weird but probably a good thing. I'm surprised the old man hasn't bailed to space. The idea I was getting is that Magneto's absence led to a softer X-Men, but aside from Chuck's manipulative whining I'm not seeing it. Jean survived the Dark Phoenix and so did everyone else. When they emphatically refuse to bury the trauma he just bought to the surface and go on a mission, he immediately leaves. Catch you! 'To be an X-Man is to be dead or a freakshow' is pretty funny to hear coming from Scott.

As the X-Men practice for some kayfabe battle gig, a real one drops out of the sky. They really do look pretty useless - Storm should be able to thrash these bozos by herself. Confusion reigns, probably not helped by Forge and Chuck both giving orders. Xavier, having had enough, screams 'STOP!'

He smashes a thousand brains to sleep, only taking out the foot soldiers. Apocalypse is surprisingly polite as he mocks Xavier, explicitly calling his dream a weak failure. Very rude to call a disabled man unfit from a social Darwinism perspective - but Apocalypse has always been an ableist jerk on the edge of eugenics. Dissing the dream is a lukewarm take, dude. Big Blue claims that the X-Men went untested and became a joke, and Xavier agrees while weeping in his arms.

So they did everything as usual up to The Dark Phoenix Saga (except fight Magneto,) but ever since Forge took over they've gone to seed? Sounds ridiculous. Obviously Mags pioneered the whole Evil Mutants thing but he wasn't the only one. The aforementioned Hellfire Club were tough and there's a thousand other enemies. Of the O5, only Beast remains, so what happened?

Get zapped losers!

Apocalypse starts killing people and hilariously gives a news interview - ranting about Homo Superior and Darwinisn - which Scott and Jean watch to get up to speed. If the X-Men aren't actually heroes, what about the FF or Avengers? Busy with the Mole Man and Klaw or something I guess.

This Blue fuck is killing their friends and has huge Nazi vibes, so Jean fires up the Phoenix Force, like it's an old motorbike they keep under a tarp. It hasn't been used in years, which isn't really how it works, but whatever. Maybe both of them are hosts? Either way they magic up uniforms and teleport to the fight. The action is kinda generic, but I think the idea is that Scott and Jean fuck Apocalypse up.

Jean got a helluva tan

Turns out Jean unleashed the Phoenix like a nuke, killing over a 100K people, including the president (dope.) They wanted to be sure Apocalypse was dead and neither seem especially torn up about it. Public opinion turns against the X-Men and mutants in general. Feared and hated all of a sudden. Forge was doing a good job then? Sounds like living in harmony with humans to me. Of course Tony Stark is talking about regulating mutants, 'illegal for them to use their powers recklessly.' I feel like that's already illegal, same way the Hulk smashing is frowned upon and the army get involved. I suppose it's a dogwhistle so it doesn't matter, but where were 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes?' This seems like their department.

I'm not sure what the takeaway is from this. The X-Men were too soft because Xavier flubbed it, and Apocalypse took them out. Jean and Scott clocked on with Phoenix power and blew up half of DC for dubious reasons. They did what Chuck wanted them to do and it was a disaster. Suuuure. This just makes Xavier look incredibly ineffectual and a terrible leader, and/or the Summerses look like maniacs. The implication is that the Dark Phoenix Saga was scary shit and they retired to keep everyone safe. TF would Chuck come ask them for help? People are protesting outside the school, despite not knowing what happened at all. The USA generally hates it when people kill their presidents and blow up chunks of the country, but it's not the government that turns on them here - it's the media.

The Summerses come out of retirement to continue Chuck's failed dream for reasons? Sucks for them I guess, and obviously for all the people who died, but it seems like a good outcome for the X-Men institution. No Chuck ✅ No Apocalypse ✅ No Magneto ❌ Hated and Feared all of a sudden ❌ Tamed Phoenix Force ✅ No Dark Beast or Nate Grey (or the Sugar Man)✅ Scott and Jean in charge of the school, teaching what looks like Generation X plus their own kids I imagine. ✅

There are these weirdos surveilling them but they look like chumps. They're leftovers from Apocalypse's army and they still want a taste after that display? Bring it on - nothing some Phoenix fire can't fix. I feel like the intended message is that Magneto was necessary to toughen up the X-Men, but my takeaway is that Chuck is a useless motherfucker. Even moreso without his loser husband to beef with by proxy. What a strange tale, though I suppose it's a different take on Magneto, Phoenix, and Emma Frost is bad like so many other what ifs. Sucks for Scott and Jean to give up their lives to carry on a fool's crusade, but I'm convinced this power couple would do a great job. There's no indication they're doing it out of guilt, they just do it. It's a reasonable assumption, but not explicitly stated. They just devote their lives to a dead man who didn't value theirs a great deal. Someone needs to advocate for mutant kids, but there are other options.

I guess this is what comes of no Magneto. Makes sense 🙄