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Cup Of Sugar

Deadpool x Reader x Wolverine

Authors Note: Since Yall finally see the beauty of Poolverine, you finally get some stupid fluff. Here ya go

Sum: You were neighbors with Blind Al, and that chaotic son of hers. Recently you’ve been hearing alot of noise, and figured you check on them both. Like a good neighbor. Seems to have been just the right time

Warnings: Fluff, canon typical violence, Logan and Wade being so gay in their own way, Blind Al being a total wing woman, dogpool aprecitation post, family fluff because god dammit Mama Blind Al and her sons boyfriend with their new dog domestic fluff is needed!

“Will you two knock it off! I don’t need another damn couch in this house-!” You would hear Al shout. Not the first time, but the noise seemed so much more wild as of recent. Like some kind of badger was joining the party. Couldn’t help it with your worry. She was blind after all. So, here you are. Knocking on her door.

“Get along-! Well, or like STOP GETTING ALONG-!” You heard her snapping, before yanking the door open. “The hell you want?” She asked, before you would clear your throat.

“Hey Miss Althea-!” The moment she heard your voice she had softened into that motherly state she always had for you. Not many people in the complex really enjoyed her company, or her son’s, but you always took the time to say hi to her. Not treat her any less inferior because of her blindness.

“Oh hey baby! Come on in, get in here-!” She just beamed, and laughed. Happy to have someone new to talk to. Can get lonely, after all. From many of your conversations with her, when helping her take the groceries to her apartment, her son Wade was often on business trips. Nice to have some company.

Inside was certainly a chaotic mess. You swore someone ran around like a Tasmanian Devil in there. Pictures asque, cushions everywhere, a couch shredded like it was thrown in a blender. You were wondering what the hell happened. Was it a break in? Had you worried sick, before a bark caught your attention.

“PUPPY-!” You couldn’t stop yourself from squealing, as you knelt to the floor. Right next to the dog in her dog bed. All snuggled with plushies of what you guessed were her favorite heros, and seeming to be the one area of the apartment that escaped this fire. Least whoever attacked the home had some kind of morals.

“That ugly thing? That’s ’Mary Puppins’ as the dynamic duo calls them. She that ugly kinda cute. She always knows when you need someone to cuddle, that’s for sure. I ain’t complaining. Nice having company.” Al would explain to you, as you were hypnotized by her cuteness. Had her cradled in your arms, and giving her all the belly scratches.

“She’s perfect.” You cooed, as you gave her fluffy head a kiss. Had her barking happily at your attention. Seemed said barking finally got the attention of the two rascals in the home. A bickering of panic French was held, before you turned your head. As to see what the French was going on.

“Hey-“ A burly man would wave, before seeming to shove the other person into a bedroom. In some kind of mad panic, as if to hide them from you. For some reason.

“Oh, hey. Uh, hi.” You would stand up, Pup in hand, as you registered what you were looking at. He wasn’t the tallest man around, and honestly? Might be even shorter than yourself. Didn’t take away the fact he was built like a truck. Somehow all tucked away behind a torn up wife beater and jeans. Looked like he had been fighting someone with a set of knives. On top of knives. With more knives.

“That’s Logan. My kids new boyfriend.” Al would brush off casually, as she would find herself towards the couch. Just to sit there, and most definitely keep an ear out for the drama to happen now.

“We aren’t….It’s complicated-“ He tried to explain, before said Wade popped his cheery ass out. Having been in such a rush to join the party, he was wearing his shirt backwards. You would argue his boxers to, but a puppy keeps anyone’s attention.

“Oh hey! Peanut, that’s our neighbor. About time you met the sweetheart. Don’t do anything Logany. Or do, kinda a freak. Just saying-“ He would nudge at the shorter man, as said man rolled his eyes.

“Hey Wade-! When did you get this little girl? And uh, the hell happened here?” You were pretty used to Wades insanity at this point, hence why he called you a freak (in that sweet way endearing way) so maybe there was an explanation on all this.

“Thats Mary Puppens. The sweetest shit stain around. We got her from uh….A cousin. Passed away. Terrible terrible. Can’t have her left alone.” Wade would explain, as Logan would walk over. Gave the pup a gentle scratch under her chin that made her shake her leg just right. She clearly loved her new parents dearly.

“And the mess here?” You would raise a brow, before Wade tugged at his collar. That’s when he noticed it was backwards, and kept himself busy with fixing it. Left Logan to have to bite the bullet.

“….Redecorating…..” Logan offered, as you just stared at the two. A brow raised, as you didn’t buy it for a single second. You weren’t stupid. You weren’t going to fall for the ‘put on a hat and jacket and suddenly you can’t make out a superhero from a crowd’ trope. Something suspicious was going on.

“Just be direct, will ya?! If anyone can be trusted it’s gonna be that there sugar.” Al would practically scold the two little dumbasses. Just like a mother would to her so , and his boyfriend, who were trying to dance around a topic.

“Are you two super humans of some kind? You don’t have to tell me more. Just….Dont wanna worry about little Pup here and Al. Ya know?” That seemed to make Logan pause. As if your kindness, and realness, was a shock to have. A welcomed one, but you’ll still get caught off guard if you ate trash and suddenly had a pallet cleanser of lime sherbet shoved in your mouth.

“Do you mean super human as super human, or super human like mutant powers, or super human like experimented on, or super human like as a-“ And Logan promptly smacked the back of Wades head. Treating him like a skipping record. Had you giggle, since now you didn’t have to worry about the violence. Able to comprehend they just don’t feel pain like others.

“Super human is all that needs to be said, bub.” Logan warned him, as he held up his fist. You thought to punch, but you swore the top of his hand was twitching. Not like a muscle spasm. Way too uniformed. As if three veins were bulging. Maybe it was better not to question it.

“Now, why are you even here?” Logan would try his blunt coldness on you, but living next to the likes of Wade doesn’t really phase you. This was a world of super heros and inhumans. Can’t scare you that easy.

“Came to check on Miss Althea. Heard a ruckus, that was louder than normal, so I came to check.” That had Logan scoff. To hear you being so ‘brave’ and coming over to the source of the noise. A admiring ‘so dumb but in a brave way’ admiring.

“He’s still grumpy from the turbulence, if you will-“ Wade would jazz hands, as if knowing things that no one else shouldn’t. He always did act like that. As if he just knew how the world worked better than others. You found it more so endearing than creepy, like others did.

“Oh! New here? Well welcome! Oh, maybe I can show you around? Wade and I know some pretty cool places. Oh! There’s a dog park that’s built for dogs who need more special care than others. We can all go there with Miss Puppins!” You were rambling like Wade, but had the clarity of Logan. A beautiful combination. One that had the two men smitten.

“Fuck yeah we can go to the dog park. Get dressed, Showman, come on-!” And Wade was running off to get changed. The typical attire of hoodie, face mask, glasses. Just layering. You didn’t find his skin disgusting, but given the world’s issues with pandemic it can’t be helped.

“Great, now you got him started again-“ Logan would complain, yet was already grabbing his leather jacket. Complaining, yet clearly willingly excited all the same. Just in his own way.

“Would you like to join us, Miss Althea?” You asked her, which gave her a bit of a surprise. You wanted her to come along? She normally never tagged along on things like this. Yet, you offered. Even though most times she would say no. Not this time.

“Someone needs to make sure you assholes don’t get into more shit.” She smarted off, but was already standing. With the help of Logan, of course. Just in time for Wade to return.

“Come on disabled gang! Let’s go!” He would clap, as Logan just kept rolling his eyes. You yourself were excited, and leading the charge now. All with Miss Puppins happy in your arms. So happy to have a big family to take her on adventures.

Nothing more sweet than a happy pup.

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ellana-ravenwood · 5 years

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NEW PART : “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore” 2/3 - Batfam x Fem!Reader (Marvel crossover)

Well, almost two months of not writing as I really lacked the motivation to do...anything, here I am. Back, with the part two of my little Batfam/Marvel crossover ! This is a transition chapter just to settle a few things before the big final chapter where the all action will take place ;). I hope you will still like it :

If you wanna catch up, here’s PART 1 And here’s my masterlist : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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“Wow, this looks a LOT like Wayne Manor !”

Damian exclaimed as he looked down from the jet and spotted a gigantic house in the middle of the trees. Even the grounds looked like his home, with the forrest surrounding it, and it’s remote location a bit out of a big town.

The basketball court opened, and the “X-jet” slowly lowered down into it.

The guy called Wolverine absolutely refused to take one of the Avengers’ planes, saying that the S.H.I.E.L.D tracked those down, had all kind of surveillance on them, and didn’t want one of them inside the school. Too many valuable informations could be stolen and used against them.

When “Iron Man” assured him he checked those planes daily to make sure they weren’t rigged, Wolverine just raised his eyebrows, smiled and said : “Sure bub, sure. Nick Fury would totally let that happen, and your technology is definitely superior to the S.H.I.E.L.D. They most definitely do not steal and copy everything you do, and know how it works”...And they ended up taking the X-Jet.

According to your youngest sons, it looked and was much cooler anyway. Kinda reminded them of the Batplane...It made Bruce smile, that they liked the X-Men’s plane better just because it kinda looked like his.

You were landing inside a bunker like place, when Wolverine said :

“Welcome to Xavier school for gifted youngsters.”

************

A few hours before :

Shortly after Wolverine announced you needed to go see a certain “Charles Xavier”, and after a quick introduction, most of you got ready to leave.

It was decided that not all of the Avengers would go to the school because searches and investigations were always more effective when multiple groups would work in multiple places. And there were a LOT of those dudes, so they could most definitely cover more grounds by scattering all around, and asking questions.

You absolutely refused to be separated from your family again, and even if Bruce thought it would’ve been better to split up and each go with a search team, he didn’t push it too much.

Obviously, none of the kids wanted to be separated either, and when you had an idea in your head, it was very difficult to change your mind. You’ve always been a very stubborn woman.

So Bruce relented and it was decided you’d all go to the Xavier school, as you were the one that knew Klarion the most, and could help Charles to narrow his search down a bit.

With you came Wolverine, Nightcrawler and Storm of course, the Xavier school was their home after all. Along also came that Captain America guy, Iron Man, Spider-Man and Thor.

Hawkeye, Black Widow, the big green guy and a few other Avengers you could not remember the name of for the life of you (there were so many new people ! Even with your “charity” practice, where you often faked remembering people’s name, you just couldn’t keep up...it didn’t help that they obviously all had code names rather than simple easy to remember ones like... “Kevin”, for example. Or John. John was good, short and easy to remember) left for other places where the trail was still warm.

And so multiple “teams” were formed to cover multiple grounds.

Your family and a few others were going to the school in the hope that Charles Xavier could find Klarion thanks to his mental powers, while other teams would go investigate the Brooklyn Bridge where Klarion was last seen, and yet another team was going to find a certain “Dr Strange” since he was apparently able to travel through dimensions or something ?

You weren’t too sure, honestly, after hearing so many new infos and names you kinda zoned out and expected Bruce to remember everything for you (as often, really, more than once he was the one to help you remember the name of a politician or actress, whispering it in your ear as they walked towards you).

As you were in an elevator that would lead you all to the roof’s airport so you could go and try to find Klarion, Dick bended to whisper in your ear :

“Do you remember any of their names ?”

You turned to him and, as discreetly as you could, answered :

“Absolutely not. Except for that Spider kid, because he’s adorable and Damian seems to like him. And the one that got Jason and I here, Deadpool. Though he’s not even here anymore. I can’t recall any of them...I think one is like, Odin or something ? The one who brought Tim, I forgot which one but I know he’s a viking god or something.”

Your son let out a little snort, trying to suppress his chuckle so none of the people can hear you, but...

“I wouldn’t blame ya if you can’t remember many of us. After all, travelin’ in another dimension and seeing all those new things is a lot to take in, I know what I’m talkin’ about. So rememberin’ our names ? Tough.”

The short man who made you blush earlier said. He had a sort of gentle smile on his face that you’re pretty sure was rarely there, but it seemed yours and your son’s inability to remember much of anyone’s name made him genuinely smile. He adds, his voice lowering a few octave in an intimate way :

“I can help you rememberin’ in the plane if you want to.”

“I’ll help her, thank you very much.”

Your husband says, interposing himself between you and that...Badger guy ? Was that his name ?

“Logan.”

He answers the question you didn’t ask, and you’re genuinely surprised. With a charming smirk that you thought only Bruce could have, “Logan” adds :

“It was written all over your face you didn’t remember my name. And hey, I’d like for you to call me Logan more than Wolverine y’know.”

Bruce gives an outraged look to “Logan”, as you try your best not to blush (that guy had a strange kind of aura...he was essentially a hairy midget who was totally not your style and yet he seemed to have a strange effect on you).

Wolverine answered your husband’s glare with an infuriating knowing smile, and you could almost feel Bruce’s blood boiling.

It’s only Tim and Damian laughing quietly that eased the atmosphere. But their laughter most definitely finish to vex your Broosh, who threw an arm around your shoulder and looked proudly high in front of him.

Jealous Bruce always made you smile, and here, doing some PDA while on a mission ? Yup, definitely jelly.

The elevator quickly brought you to the top floor, where you discovered a rather big “airport” for such a building. Quite the fancy place. Even Bruce never even though about putting an airport on his roof. A heliport was amply sufficient.

The man called Tony Stark, who had a rather advanced armor around his body, casually walked towards one of the plane stamped with a big “A” on.

“Seriously, those people don’t know the meaning of the word “discreet””.

Your husband said as he saw the planes. You roll your eyes, but don’t say anything. You don’t think any less though, because those words were coming from a guy who had a “bat” aesthetic in everything he did, including flying vehicles so...Not particularly discreet either.

But Logan grabbed Iron Man’s shoulder before he could reach one of the “A” plane, and said :

“Ah where are you going Stark ? We’re not taking one of yours.”

Tony rolled his eyes the hardest he could, as he shooed away Logan’s hand and said, beyond exasperated :

“I’m telling you for the thousands time Logan, our Avengers planes aren’t tracked !”

“Says you. We’re still taking the X-Jet.”

“But there’s more space on our planes.”

“We’re still taking the X-Jet.”

“They’re faster !”

“We’re still taking the X-Jet.”

“I promise you they’re safe, they won’t spy on your precious little school, the S.H.I.E.L.D has no hold over our planes !”

Short silence.

“We’re still taking the X-Jet.”

“Be reasonable Wolverine please, this is getting ridiculous.”

“Bub, do I look like someone who’s reasonable ? We’re taking the X-Jet.”

“But-”

But the short hairy man known as “Wolverine” was already leaving, clearly not about to listen to more of that Stark guy’s plea.

Well apparently...you were taking the X-Jet.

************

It must’ve been less than ten minutes since your family, a few of the X-Men and a few of the Avengers climbed into the jet flying in the direction of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, when Logan jumped on his feet, put the plane on auto-pilot and rushed at the back of the vehicle.

“The hell is wrong with that guy ?”

Jason asks as you all turn to look at him run across the plane. Your husband looks insistently at you as if to say : “see, I’m better” (like you needed a proof of that). Clearly not quite over the fact the clawed mutant managed to make you blush. Twice.

For the past fifteen years, he was the only one that ever managed to do that !

Dick says :

“Maybe the toilets are over there ? I mean, when you gotta go, you gotta go.”

But then Logan comes back with Deadpool, dragging him by the collar.

“What are you doing here Wade, I thought we told you to leave and never come back !”

“Wow alright Scar, tell your hyenas to lower their guard please I’m not here to cause trouble; honest !”

Deadpool says, his hands up as he faces the Avengers taking a fighting stance in front of him.

The man who brought you to the Avengers’ Tower was immediately kicked off of the building as soon as you all started to make plans to run after Klarion and Loki. Somehow though, and oddly enough it didn’t really surprise you, he managed to get onto the X-Jet.

“Wade, whenever you’re around trouble just comes by itself. We told you not to tag along already. Three times at the watch tower until we forcefully throw you out. So now, time to leave.”

Wolverine was opening the jet’s hatch, but before he could get a hold of “Wade”, Deadpool jumped on his feet and went to hide behind your husband.

“He’s clearly a mad man, he’s trying to kill me ! Hey, you’re very against killing right ? I read it somewhere in a comic once...”

“What ?”

“Nevermind, I’m crazy. But I deserve to live, just like everyone ! Just stop him from trying to kill me ! PLEASE GOD OH GOOOOOOOD, I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE !! I STILL HAVEN’T SEEN ALL THE FANTASTIC BEASTS MOVIES AND I’M...TOTALLY A VIRGIN !! I’VE BEEN A FAN OF J.K ROWLING FOR DECADES, I DESERVE TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEEEEEEEEEEEN !! I DESERVE TO KNOW REAL LOOOOOOOOOOoooOooooOoooVE !!”

Deadpool was yelling dramatically, latching his arms around your husband’s leg.

And you had to admit, there was something comical about seeing a grown ass man holding the big scary Bat like that. Bonus point for the face Bruce was making, clearly unsure as to how to react to all of this. It was rare to see an unsure Batman.

Ah, but in the short time you’ve known that Wade Wilson, you already realized that he was probably the only person that could destabilized anyone with his behavior. You kinda liked that.

Logan was rolling his eyes now, and with a sigh walked resolutely towards Deadpool and Bruce.

But your husband stopped him by putting a hand on his chest. And though Logan was at least an entire foot smaller than Bruce, he still looked impressive as his eyes narrowed at your husband and his muscles tightened, fists slowly closing. You had a bad feeling about all this...

“Listen, bub. You have no idea what this guy is capable of. And believe me, if I throw him out of the plain he won’t-”

“I can’t let you do that. He might be clinically insane, but we can’t just kill him like that !”

“But he can’t die and-”

“YES ! YES I CAN, I’ll die a horrible death if he throws me out.”

“Wade you-”

“Please mister Batman, don’t let him throw me out ! Show that you have a heart and ignore all the bad writing you’ve been a victim of lately !”

Once again, there’s a small silence following Wade’s apparent words of madness...But you have to say, you’re not a big fan of throwing people out of planes either. So before everything turns sour, as you can see both Wolverine and Bruce getting wayyyy too tense, you interpose yourself in-between all of them.

You know that Bruce already having prejudice against Logan because he flirted a little with you is not any good news, and Wolverine himself ? Well it seemed like he also could suddenly snap if pushed too much.

“Wow wow wow wow. Let’s be reasonable about it. Yeah yeah I know, you’re not a reasonable guy. Well you’re going to be right now.”

Your words surprise the Wolverine so much, that his fists unlock and his eyebrows raise. Your husband gives him a sneaky look that most definitely means : “haha, she got you didn’t she ?”. But he’s immediately put back in his place as you glare at him too, and he relaxes as well. Forcibly.

“Ok. I must admit I don’t know Deadpool since very long, but he’s the one that lead us to the Avengers. You guys are the one that instantly attacked him without giving him any chance ! Now maybe you gave him lots of chances before -at those words, all the Avengers and X-Men nods- but just give him one last one ok ? I have a good feeling about him.”

************

You were sitting next to Deadpool...Who was literally taped to the wall. You guessed in this world, the black electric tape was very strong. According to Logan, this was the only way to make sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Dangerous for everyone, or for himself.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t convince them to let you join and all.”

“Ah well no worries, at least they didn’t throw me off the plane ! I hate when that happened. Regenerating from being as flat as a pizza is very painful.”

“You can..regenerate ?”

“Yup ! Haven’t you noticed, the tear your kid made with that knife looking like a bat in my awesome costume I definitely clean often...is still there. But the wound isn’t.”

“Oh right. Neat.”

“Not really. Healing powers mean I can’t die, and I really want to die...”

“...That’s awful. Are you ok ?”

“Does someone that tell you they want to die sound ok ?”

“Well if they say out loud they want to die it’s like a cry for help, so a sort of step to recovery you know ?”

“I-Wh-...What ? I never saw it like that. I mostly just talk about it out loud because I hope someone will hear me and finish me off somehow.”

“Oh.”

After that, it seemed like Wade did not want to talk anymore as he turned away from you, and somehow managed to put on a pair of knock-off air pods in his ears, and blasted the main theme from the movie “The Godfather” so loud that you could hear it as you were sitting next to him.

************

There was a long silence that installed itself in the plane, as no one talked and thought of the task ahead, completely focused on...

“So, I have no idea what you guys’ names are. I zoned out half-way through the little man’s explanation, as I already listened to it when I found him and my friend Hulk was holding him upside down.”

Thor said casually, shattering this all impression of seriousness. It makes you chuckle, even more so when Dick exclaimed :

“OH THANKS GOD (literally) ! I was so afraid to ask ! I’m so glad you started. Because except for Logan, Ororo and Kurt who literally saved my life, I cannot remember who any of you are !”

You full on laughed, as the idea that none of you really knew how the others were called and yet still managed to trust each others was very funny to you. Quickly, your communicative laughter reached the rest of the team (well, almost, Bruce and Logan only exhaled a little bit of air, like a millisecond chuckle).

It takes you all a little while to calm down, but as you all stop to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, Thor continues :

“So, should we introduce ourselves again ? This time there’s much less of us, it should be fine. Guests must start, it is the norm. Go ahead now, little Red Robin’s sidekicks. Introduce yourselves.”

“...Red Robin’s sidekicks ?”

Your entire family turns to Tim, who turns very pale all of a sudden. He smiles awkwardly at you all and says :

“Um. To my defense, I was hung upside down by a green goliath who was threatening to “smash” me and the subject of family seemed a little iffy with Thor here. I said the first thing that came to my mind.”

This makes you and your husband smile, and your two oldest son to roll their eyes. Your youngest however, jumps on his feet and says :

“I’m Robin ! And most definitely not his sidekick ! I’m...”

There’s a pause where Damian looks at his brother almost sadly, and oh you know exactly what he’s about to do.

“I’m his brother. His equal. Or so I thought...”

Oh. Smart little Damian. Guilt tripping your Tim, so that in a near future he will do something for him. Tim reddens even more in embarrassment and adds :

“It really was just to save myself ! I don’t think of any of you as my sidekicks ! Of course you’re my equal Dam-Robin ! And um, I’m Red Robin by the way. Like the restaurants. Um.”

Thor shakes his head, lost in thoughts, and then says :

“Robin and Red Robin. Very smart. I see how much research you put in your aliases.”

You weren’t sure if the man was serious or being sarcastic...But the way he was nodding thoughtfully made you think he was actually more serious than anything else. The blond bearded man continued :

“Well my turn now ! I am...Thor ! GOD OF THUNDER ! Son of Odin, God of all. We’re going after my brother, Loki. Who befriended that Klarion of yours. Your turn again now.”

Thor points at your oldest son, who doesn’t hesitate to jump in and say :

“Nightwing ! Son of Batman, the Black Knight of Gotham ! I’m the oldest of our ass beating organization. Criminals. I mean, we’re not criminals...Well, depends of your definition I guess. But what I was saying is, we beat the asses of criminals. Um. Yes. Have I said I’m the oldest of the family ? Well technically my dad is the oldest, but I mean-”

“I’m Jason. Perpetually helping my older brother here to avoid embarrassment by cutting him off rudely and fulfilling my little brother’s duty at the same time. Two birds with one stone. I like guns. Unlike my dad...”

Bruce just gives an exasperated look to Jason, and your son rolls his eyes :

“I just gave you the perfect opportunity to introduce yourself ! Amazing transition ! But I guess you weren’t ready, so um...Discout Bruce Wayne, go.”

You slap the back of your son’s head at his disrespect towards your new friend, and give an apologetic look to the one you think is called “Iron Man”. But clearly, your son’s jab doesn’t bother the man (probably because he has no idea who Bruce Wayne is) and with a hint (a big big hint) of arrogance and pride, he says :

“Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Also Iron man, I saved this planet multiple times.”

“...And very modest. Not over the top at all. Mm. Reminds me of someone, before I met him, and with less charisma.”

You say, giving a look at your husband. He smiles and winks at you, while Tony Stark frowns, pretty sure you just insulted him. But you don’t leave him the time to say anything as you continue :

“(Y/N). I don’t have a superhero name because technically I’m not one. It was kind of...unlucky for me to be there. At the same time lucky, I would be dying of being worried sick right now if I wasn’t there and knowing where my family was. And...That’s all.”

“Wolverine. But y’all can call me Logan.”

Ah. Short (like him). To the point. You liked it.

“Batman.”

Even shorter (unlike him), you liked it even more.

Turning to your husband you smile and forgetting for a second you were surrounded by a bunch of strangers, you cuddled a little closer to him.

“I’m Storm. Or Ororo. As you wish. I control the weather, and I teach at the Xavier school, I help young mutants to understand their power more. As I wish I had that kind of help as a child.”

Wow. Majestic. You were quite impressed, and clearly, so were your sons. You had to close Jason’s mouth. And Dick’s. Tim and Damian got the message.

“Spider-Man ! I um...Can do whatever a spider does. According to that song at least. Sorry. I’m not good at introductions, my teachers always said so. ”

You smile encouragingly at him. He was one of the only one you remembered the name of, only because he brought your youngest son and seeing how Damian talked about him, he seemed quite fond of him already. And it was rare, that your kiddo was fond of someone that fast, so that Spider kid must be quite something. You got it though, he did have a relaxed, nice vibe about him, if not a bit awkward.

“I am Captain America, please to meet you all, I am very glad we’re on this mission together. Let’s hope for a peaceful coalition until this is all over. Now that the introductions are done, I think we should-”

“Oh, typical American to forget the German guy ! I’m Kurt, an X-Men since many years. But a lot of people in the circus called me Nightcrawler and it stuck. You can call me whatever you want.”

“In the circus ! No way I used to be in a circus ! I was an acrobat !”

“Oh me too !”

Dick excitedly jumped on his feet, so did Kurt, while the one called “Captain America” was clearly feeling very uneasy.

“I um, am sorry, Nightcrawler. I did not pay attention. I would never-”

“Relax Kapitän, I was only teasing. I know you would never forget me on purpose ! It was my fault. I was standing in the shadow. I disappear, in the shadow.”

Damian’s eyes widen as he witnessed Kurt slowly becoming invisible as he retrieved to the shadows.

“WOW ! So cool !”

Nightcrawler came into the light again, and smiled brightly at your son :

“Thank you very much young man, it is rare people think of my ability as rare. Usually, they’re frightened.”

Damian looked curiously at Kurt, and asked :

“...Why ?”

You could clearly see the shock on the mutant’s face, at the candid and innocent question Damian asked. It was probably the first time in a very long time he met someone that did not judge his appearance at all...You were very proud of your son, in that moment.

“Wow is that really what you’re all going for ? What a joke ! And you say I’m the dishonest one ? Well let me re-introduce all of you.”

The cute and sweet moment is shattered by Deadpool sly laughter, the shift in the mood is brutal and you wonder how it happened. He continues :

“I can’t say anything about you all...Batfamily, I don’t know you, only through a few terribly written comics. I’m sure you’re much more than the cliches in there...Proof is that little Tim here hasn’t had a drop of coffee in hours ! And Jason didn’t shoot anyone, also that Damian kid totally accepted Nightcrawler seconds ago and wasn’t a brat !”

Silence. What ? Comics ? What was he even on about...

“You’re such hypocrites though, all of you -he points at the Avengers and X-Men- Stark for example, he’s an ex-arms dealer. He likes to think of himself as a philantropist but he really never did something for someone else that didn’t benefit him in some ways, so he really isn’t like your husband. I don’t know why people in the real world always compare the two...”

“What ?”

“Nevermind. Wolverine. He killed more people in his life than me, and my job for a long time was literally to kill people. Granted his life is long, but the man can get crazily out of control and kill anything that moves ! It happens a scary amount of time. Storm, thought she was a goddess back home but really was just a pickpocket that gullible villagers put on a pedestal ! Kurt ? Act all nice and religious, but did some pretty terrible thing in moments he had to survive ? Isn’t that right Kurt ? Oh and Cap ? A literal war criminal. Well, I mean in some stories, but like he fought during World War II and was most definitely not always nice and did questionable things...As for Spidey here ! ...Well he never did anything wrong. I refuse to hear about all those times he supposedly was an asshole. Spider-Man is amazing. That’s all.”

There’s a big silence, as your family looks at the Avengers and X-men suspiciously. But then Deadpool adds :

“Oh, and by the way, I’m Wade. Completely crazy, and highly unreliable. I hear voices. A lot of them. Well not a lot of them. Just two. But it’s two more than most people do.”

And then he laughs like a mad man, and the sudden tension falls just as fast as it rose. Wether Deadpool was telling the truth or not, you couldn’t know. But there was something sure about this all thing : he was most definitely not all there in the head.

Plus, you had a gut feeling that you could trust those guys, after all, they did look like a lot of people you knew back in your own world. Like if they were their counterpart in this universe. Plus it seemed you all had the same goal...Stopping Klarion, and whoever that Loki was.

It was vital, to avoid chaos across the multiverses.

************

The introductions made, you started to all talk about your respective world. How it was where you were from, and how it was here.

“Registering mutants ? It sounds very...Germany nineteen forties.”

“Ah yes, some of our mutant compatriots think the same. But us, X-Men, still hope for a peaceful and nice way to resolve everything.”

(...)

“But what are you really avenging ?”

“I’m telling you it’s just a name !”

“...It makes no sense. Like, the X-men are called like that because of the X genes, if I understood. Back home, our League of Justice is called like that because...Well, pretty self-explanatory, but you, why “Avengers” ?”

“It just sounded cool ok ?!”

(...)

“And so we did that trick in the circus, where I would jump and teleport to the other side and in the dim light people would just think I did an impossible jump !”

“That is wayyy cool !”

(...)

“Are you a mutant too ?”

Damian asked Spider-man, and Peter answered :

“No, I was bit by a radioactive spider.”

“Oh ! Were can I acquire such a spider ?!”

“Damian ! Stop trying to get superpowers , you’re perfect as you are !”

You scold your son, and Damian continues, looking dad :

"I used to have superpowers...When my father resurected me with a crystal from Apokolips.”

“You died ?”

“Yeah. We all died once. Or faked our death.”

After those words your youngest son glares at your oldest, who yells :

“OH YOU’RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE THAT DOWN ARE YOU ?!”

(...)

Conversations were happening a bit everywhere, as you were steadily flying towards The Xavier school for gifted youngsters, slowly discovering each others, and the worlds you were coming from.

************

“Wow this looks a lot like Wayne Manor !”

“Wayne Manor ?”

“Our house, back in our World.”

Damian exclaimed, and his father cleared his throat in a scolding way (a talent, really).

“What ? Do you seriously expect them to come to our dimension and tell everyone who we really are ? The chances are thin father. They’re the good guys of this world as well. Plus look at them, none of them really hide their identity. Except for Spidey.”

“Well they’re wrong. I already told you keeping your true identity secret is crucial. This is why we keep our aliases, even here.”

“AH ! Couldn’t agree more dude !”

Spider-man says, turning to your husband. Bruce continues :

“Very poor choice of them. If any of their enemies truly know who they are, their home will be targeted.”

“RIGHT ?! They all parade around with everyone knowing their real names like what’s their problems right ?”

“I have to agree young man.”

“You know the X-Men ? Their school was blown up like, thirty times because everyone knows where they live, and because they dox themselves all the time !”

“Irresponsible.”

“RIGHT ?! I’m so glad you agree !”

Ignoring the current conversation about secret identities, Wolverine, or rather “Logan” as he himself told you to call him (most definitely have a problem with the concept of code names and secret identities, in this universe) lands and says :

“Welcome to the Xavier school for gifted youngsters.”

************

“So, how dangerous exactly is this Klarion boy ?”

Charles Xavier asked, sitting in one of the salon in the school.

“He’s already extremely dangerous, but if paired with someone like Loki, he’d be even worst. At least according to what Thor told us about his brother.”

Your husband answers, all stoic and serious, and then Thor awkwardly says, as if ashamed :

“He’s adopted.”

“Adopted brothers are still brothers !”

Damian fiercely said, narrowing his eyes at the god of Thunder. It made your heart warm, to think how such a long way he came. A few years ago, when he first entered your life, he would’ve never defended adopted sibling with such convictions.

Tim ruffles Damian’s hair, and winks at him before saying :

“Look at him Dam-Robin, he clearly didn’t think before he spoke ! And I think it was a joke, right Thor ?”

Thor nods, even though he wasn’t sure he was really joking. He most definitely loved his brother, but it was true he was adopted ? The God of Thunder was a bit confused as to why the little man took it so personally. Ah, but they were raised in very much different ways...

In any case, the focus of the conversation went back to Professor Xavier.

“So, do you think you can find Klarion ?”

Your husband asks, his seriousness back (he might have been a little on the softer side when he witnessed Damian defending his “adopted” brothers as being really his brothers, but now he was all back to business).

“Well, we won’t know if I do not try, right ?”

************

You, Bruce, Tim, Jason, Dick, Damian, Storm and Charles Xavier went to the school’s underground, while Wolverine, Nightcrawler and the Avengers stayed in the upper levels.

Logan didn’t seem to trust them much, especially not Tony Stark. And if he stopped Tony Stark from going down to Cerebro, then in all fairness he had to stop all the other Avengers too.

You and your family ? It was different. He had a good feeling about you, and his guts never lied. Plus Charles needed you to guide him to find Klarion, the infos you had on the boy being crucial in his search.

And so Spider-Man, Captain America, Iron Man, Thor and Nightcrawler stayed up there, discussing any plan of action possible once they’ll find Klarion. If, they find Klarion.

Deadpool was there too, now taped to the wall in the salon, as no one was quite ready to give him his freedom yet. He was softly whistling an unknown song, all the while carefully listening to his “friends”.

************

Cerebro was an impressive room with a single helmet in the middle. Was this huge size really necessary ?

“The size of the room is indeed necessary. It permits for a lot of components to be added, and for it all to function. All the walls are made of very complicated circuits without which the all machine wouldn’t work.

Wow ! It was as if he-

“Read your thoughts ? I am sorry, I tend to indeed do so with people I just meet. It’s a...defense mechanism if you will, to make sure they’re not ill intentioned. But in your thoughts, I perceived no malice, which is why I’m allowing all of you here, in my Cerebro. Plus, your common knowledge of that Klarion boy is crucial to finding him.”

Ah. So this is why the X-men left you alone with their leaders so easily. He was a telepath, not just able to find people with his mind. He could read them, and know if someone was thinking something bad or not...Well, at least, it was easy to build trust.

At least on his side, because thinking about someone always reading whatever you thought were made you uncomfortable. What if you suddenly thought about a wild night you spend with Bruce ? Oh my God, here you were, thinking exactly about that !

“Ah, do not worry, I read into the minds of those I do not know up until I trust them. And I trust you know, so you can...Think of whatever you want. I’ll just add that you most definitely find each others well.”

What Professor X implied as he smiled at you and Bruce made you both blush, and you quickly looked away, trying to think only about Klarion. Thankfully your son had been completely oblivious to it all, or...Well, those poor souls.

“Stay perfectly still, please.”

Before you could ask why, the machine started and WOW, it was overwhelming ! Millions and millions of voices all talked at the same time, and silhouettes of people started to appear everywhere.

How the hell did that Xavier did...whatever he was doing ?

Slowly but surely, less and less people floated into the air, until eventually, only one person remained...

“It’s Klarion !”

Tim exclaimed, and sure enough, in front of you, was Klarion. He was sitting on something, and saying unintelligible things.

“Where is he ?”

Bruce asked avidly. But Professor Xavier’s forehead had more and more creases, and sweat slowly pearled at the corner of his temples.

“Hey, hey what are you doing you sneaky little rat ?!”

Klarion. That was most definitely Klarion. Looking straight at you all. Did he just sense Charles ?

“I’ll have you know I’ve been train about mind invasion, it’s witch school 101 ! Now, get...OUT !!”

And suddenly, the entire machine shut down and with a groan of pain, Xavier took his helmet off. You rushed to him, worried, but in his calming voice he said :

“I am alright my dear, but this Klarion boy is much stronger than I thought. I wasn’t quite able to get his exact location, but I think we can work with what I have...”

************

Charles managed to have an area where Klarion could possibly be, but it was very vague. However he projected the 3D image he found of him as he searched with Cerebro, and showed it to everyone in one of the X-Men’s many briefing room.

“This is what he looks like. I can actually manage to print a decent quality picture of him, based on the mental image I have in my mind. If we go to the area I spotted him, we could...”

“Heyyyyyy ! I know that little Wolverine haired guy !”

Cutting the professor off, Deadpool, who, from his spot handcuffed to a heater (it was still an improvement from being taped to the wall) said. He had managed to catch a glimpse of Klarion, and clearly...recognized him ?

“You’ve seen him before ?”

Bruce asks, suspicious. After all, Deadpool had proven so far to not be the most reliable guy indeed. Yet he still somehow tried to help nonetheless.

“Yeah I did ! You should’ve told me what he looked like, would’ve saved us a lot of work ! I kinda thought he was just yet another one of Logan’s kid, I mean, the dude NEVER uses protection ! Anyway I saw him on my way to get you two from the subway station, and I saw him go in a very special place, from which I was coming out. He’s at my ex-wife’s Shikla’s place...And I mean “ex” as in we’re no longer married, not like, she’s part of the X-men; They’d never accept her, she’s a total psycho ! She kinda rules over the world of monsters and often plans for the end of the Human race. Should we go visit her ?”

And that’s how you embarked for a new adventure down under...Literally.

To be continued...

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Well after months of not writing...I tried :/. I hope you still like this little transition chapter. You probably noticed a lot of characters had almost no “screen time” even though they were present (and how Deadpool has a lot of said screen time...i needed him to find the witch boy), I’ll do better in the next chapter ! It’s just I needed a little sort of transition to go from searching Klarion to finding him, if that makes sense ? I hope you’re not disappointed and think things are moving too fast, or things aren’t making sense/are a mess, with this more lighthearted chapter, real action coming next chapter, and thanks for reading !

If you did like it, as always : feedbacks and reblogs are more than welcomed <3. Thanks in advance !

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Things Change, pt. 1

requests: “ellie x reader enemies to friends to lovers PLEASE” + “negasonic x reader enemies to friends to lovers PLEASE.... the more angst and then attraction and then gay kissing the better” + “May I possibly request a yukisonic fic where ellie and the reader initially hate each other, but the reader and yukio hit it off immediately, and ellie ends up falling and is the first one to confess?? God, I love run on sentences, I promise I'm better than this, but it is 3:40 am where I am and I'm delirious at this point. Anyways, LOVE YOU!! happy bday again!! -🧸” + “Omg Ellie and Reader fic where at first Ellie and Reader don’t get along but then they both keeping having dreams where they’re in love with the other one and making out and it leads to friendship and then LOVE”

author’s notes: okay, I tweaked the requests a little bit because I’ve been looking for an excuse to incorporate ellie’s original power of psychic dreams. ok so remember how wade called her sabrina in dp2? I think it’d be interesting if she’s actually a witch, which would explain why she has the dreams, but then also has the fire power. that’s not entirely relevant to this but it’s my personal hc for her so I thought I’d share! thank you so much for your requests!

warnings: light smut, internalized mutant-phobia(?) due to lack of parental acceptance

Ellie doesn’t like you, doesn’t like the way you pull a laugh so easily out of her girlfriend, the way your eyes sparkle, and the way she feels a twinge of something she’s convinced herself is jealousy when she sees you, even when you’re not around her girlfriend, even though she has those dreams about you.

You don’t like Ellie, either. You don’t like the way she makes a snide remark every time you make a mistake in training, the way her devilish smirk heats up your cheeks, and you definitely do not like her lack of appreciation for Yukio - who you personally would treat like a princess if she was your girlfriend.

But she’s not, and it sickens you how you didn’t get up the courage to ask her out before that asshole Ellie did.

“Honestly, I don’t know how Ellie can watch these kinds of movies, I always get so scared. Like, I know that the stuff isn’t real, but some of it is based on legit folklore! We’re going to see The Curse of La Llorona tonight and I’m so nervous, the commercials alone made me anxious.”

“Just make sure you go to the bathroom beforehand,” you tell her, and she giggles at your joke. “How come you and Ellie never go see movies you like, anyway?”

“Oh, well… I don’t know. After she refused to see Ralph Breaks the Internet, I kinda just gave up and decided I’d just start doing my best to like the movies she does. It’s okay, though, she’s super sweet and holds my hand.”

“Yeah, when you’re not in front of people,” you mutter.

“Come on, Y/N…” Yukio groans. “You two have so much in common, I don’t see why you can’t just be friends.”

Because we have too much in common, you think, but you just sigh.

“Me either. But she’s a bitch to me, so I’m a bitch to her. I’ll stop when she does,” you tell her, and that’s the truth as well. Ellie’s the one who started the music, even if it does take two to tango.

“I can understand that, but do you think that you could just try to get along? It’s kinda stressing me out,” Yukio requests. The fact that she’s mentioning it at all, you know, is because it’s really stressing her out.

“Of course, anything for y- A friend,” you reassure her, and that’s when Ellie comes strolling up. The two of you are sitting at a table in the courtyard with a deck of cards - you’d meant to play, but got carried away with conversation. “Hey, Ellie,” you greet your mortal enemy. “Wanna play some rummy with us?”

The girl eyes you skeptically before answering: “No, thanks. I just wanted to see if Yukio wanted to walk with me to dinner, since we’re heading out for our date right after.” You know she’s onto you, she’s been onto you since the day you two officially met. It means nothing, though, because she’s jealous of you and that insecurity leads to her thinking that if Yukio knew your feelings, she’d choose you.

“You should go ahead, Yukio,” you tell your best friend, for her sake. “If you get too scared, though, I can pick you up. I know Ellie’s looking forward to seeing the movie, I’d hate for her to have to leave.”

“Thank you, Y/N, that’s so sweet!” Yukio cheers as she stands up, buying your passive-aggressive remark towards Ellie as an attempt at kindness. Ellie, though, clearly understands. She takes Yukio’s hand rather roughly and the two go off to dinner.

You begin to set up a game of Solitaire, and your new academic adviser plunks down in front of you, shaking the table a little with his lack of grace.

“Can I help you, Mr. Wilson?”

“You know, you can totally take that little shit in a fight. I mean, I love her, but she’s such a little shit. Also, don’t call me that.”

“How did you even get this job? The academic advisers are supposed to discourage violence.”

“Well, I created a team, known as X-Force-”

“I know that part, Yukio’s in it,” you cut him off, and he releases a dramatic sigh before cutting to the chase.

“Right, right, okay, so, basically, Russell goes here. And I’m Russell’s mentor. And also they want me to stop killing, so they gave me one of the paid academic adviser positions, because academic advisers are just assigned parental figures, because all your parents hate you or at least aren’t around, for the most part.”

“Right,” you respond, drawing out the i before grumbling: “I miss Wolverine. He’s probably smoking a cigar in his mancave-slash-office right now, and all he would be doing right now if he was still my academic adviser is just shooting me a text asking why my Econ grade dropped to a C.”

“Aw, come on, don’t you enjoy a more personal touch? A more hands-on approach?”

“I don’t want your hands anywhere near me! How do you wash gloves after going to the bathroom, or handling money, or-”

“Okay, I’m a dirty weirdo, point taken! God, you’re so mean, it’s surprising that you don’t just date both Ellie and Yukio, considering you and Eleven are so similar.”

“That’s such a terrible idea it’s not even funny,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and hoping you’re not blushing. What?! You’re a simple bottom, a hot girl is mean to you and you develop a small crush no matter how much you dislike her at the same time.

“It wasn’t a joke, weirdo. Come on, go to dinner, and sit with Russell if you don’t mind. It’d boost his street cred around here.”

“Fine. Later,” you agree, scooping up your cards and putting them away in your bag before heading off. You grab some food and sit with Russell, whose head snaps up immediately.

“What are you doing? Wait, I mean- Don’t go.”

“I’ll be honest with you,” you tell him. “Our buddy Wade put me up to this. But, I’d rather sit with you than Negasonic Teenage Bitch. You can never have too many friends, anyways.”

“Thanks,” he says. “What are your powers?”

“You can’t just ask people that, dude. Not everyone likes to talk about it.”

“Oh. No wonder I haven’t been makin’ any friends,” he realizes, looking even more down.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know. I have a healing factor.”

“That is so cool. That’s why they made Wade your academic adviser instead of Logan, ‘cause he has a better healing factor and can help you!” His enthusiasm pleases you, but it also makes you miss Yukio’s own enthusiasm; the way she reassures you that you’re not a monster when you’re down on yourself. Your eyes dart over to where she sits - looking rather bored - before you return your attention to Russell.

“Aw, one of these days you’ve just got to make your move, Y/N,” the boy insists.

“My move?” You ask, skeptical.

“Come on, it’s so obvious you like Yukio.”

“Doesn’t matter. She’s made her decision,” you tell him. You may like her, but you know Yukio, and that even if she were to leave Ellie for you, she’d feel immensely guilty for hurting the girl. You’d rather be miserable than have her be miserable.

“But-”

“No ‘but’s, little man,” you tell him. “How was your day?”

Russell chats animatedly about his day while you listlessly eat your dinner. Once he’s done, you deal with your dishes and go to your room, flopping onto your bed and trying to pretend like things are okay. Your phone buzzes.

Wade Wilson: Parent teacher conferences are tomorrow!!!!!!!!! Are Mr n Mrs L/N going to be there

Y/N!!!!: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Wade Wilson: ???

Y/N!!!!: Never mind. They won’t be there

You sigh, slide off your shoes, and stretch out before plugging some earbuds - and your charger - into your phone and watching some Netflix. You stay up a little later than you should, both hoping and not hoping Yukio will text you, before doing your nighttime routine and going to sleep.

Ellie and Yukio get back late, but not quite past curfew. Ellie’s surprised, almost disappointed, that you’re not sitting on the love seat by the entryway, watching the doors like a hawk. If there’s anything Ellie appreciates about you, it’s that you’re so protective of Yukio. (Also, you’re really fucking hot, but she doesn’t like to think about that.)

The girls head to their dorm, undressing and redressing, brushing their teeth and washing their faces before cozying up in bed together.

“Y’know, Ellie, Y/N said something interesting to me today.”

Ellie - too tired to censor her expressions - glares at her girlfriend.

“She said she’s only mean to you ‘cause you’re mean to her. Do you think that you could try not being so mean? It would really make me so happy if you two got over your differences and became friends.”

Ellie sighs.

“Come on, I go see a scary movie with you every time you ask and even pay for half and you can’t do this one little thing?” Yukio pleads.

“I hadn’t even answered yet. I was going to say fine. But since you proceeded to ask so nicely… I’ll say yes.”

“Ha. Ha,” Yukio replies, spooning her girlfriend, and the two eventually drift off.

Except, Ellie doesn’t drift off to dreamland. Her prophetic dreams feel different, almost lucid but with no control. She realizes this one is from her perspective quickly, seeing her own outfit and feeling like she’s in her own body.

She’s also in her own room, but the furniture is rearranged. There’s another bed under the top bunk of the bunk bed, and she’s lounging with two other people on the futon next to it, watching a movie on a TV, which is on a nightstand she doesn’t recognize.

Her arm is around someone, but there’s a head in her lap, a head she strokes the hair of tenderly. She looks to her side and sees Yukio. She looks down, and it’s you. Future You turns, wriggling around until you’re facing her.

“Movie’s getting kind of boring,” Future You tells her almost silently, pupils blown wider than usual due to the dark room and maybe something else. She continues to fondle your hair.

“Uh-huh…” Future Ellie hums teasingly. “She likes it, though.”

“We could entertain ourselves… Quietly,” Future You suggests.

“You think so? How?” Future Ellie’s fingers slip from your hair to the smooth skin of your neck, caressing it.

She watches your cheeks darken in the light of the TV.

“Maybe a kiss or two?” you suggest, and Ellie feels Future Ellie’s lips curl into a smirk, feels her heart speed up.

“Then give me a kiss or two,” Future Ellie replies, and Future You swiftly straddles her. Ellie can feel the perfect movements of your lips against hers, and vice versa; feels her hands ball up in your shirt. Your hips rock against hers as the lip-locking continues, and Future Ellie’s hands move, one sliding under your shirt to rest firmly against your back while the other tangles in the hair at the back of your head.

You moan into her mouth and she feels herself pull tighter, tipping your head back to ravish your neck.

“Quietly,” Future Ellie reminds you in a whisper against your neck as she cuts her eyes over to Yukio, whose attention towards the TV is wavering. “The movie’s still going.”

Ellie wakes up with a start - and with a wet cunt - as Future Ellie sinks her teeth into Future You’s neck.

“Fuck,” she sighs out. This isn’t the first time she’s had a prophetic dream like this, about the three of you dating. She’s not sure what changes. She’s not sure she wants to know. Was it yesterday, when you offered her a place in your game of cards?

Maybe it’s the fact that Yukio asked her to be nicer to you - Yukio probably asked the same of you as well. What about parent-teacher conferences, this evening? Will seeing your family give her a different perspective of you?

“Morning, honey,” Yukio sleepily says, curling around her girlfriend tighter. “You excited for parent-teacher conferences? You’ll finally get to meet my dads…”

“Great,” Ellie snickers, kissing her girlfriend on the head. “Two shovel talks.”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be great. They’re looking forward to meeting you… Speaking of, I know I asked last night, but it’s really important you play nice with Y/N today. They really like her.”

“Of course they do,” Ellie replies, rolling her eyes. “We should head to breakfast a little early, I know you’ve got all that Welcoming Committee shit to do.”

“Yeah…” Yukio agrees, releasing Ellie from her cuddling before stretching out and getting ready for her day.

Maybe playing nice is what will change things.

Training is always an interesting experience for Ellie. It’s one of the few times she’s around you when you’re not interacting with Yukio, typically training with Wade and sneaking glances at Ellie’s girlfriend that are the only reason he’s able to beat you, nowadays.

The two of you are whacking sticks against sticks already, and that’s not an innuendo. The clack of wood against wood - which sounds even worse - is typically one of the noises Ellie often uses to ground herself while practicing smaller blasts.

However, this time, she doesn’t practice her own abilities. Instead, she just watches you and Wade. It looks almost choreographed, the way you two flow together, and she realizes it’s because Wade’s the one who’s really taught you how to fight. Logan may have trained you while he was your academic adviser, but because Wade is teaching you in his own way, now, you’re learning to fight as he does.

Dirty, Ellie thinks, but then sucks in a breath through her nose, snapping out of her thoughts for a moment.

It’s intriguing, she’s able to admit to herself. You’re intriguing.

Your eyes keep being drawn to her, though, realizing she’s staring, and Wade eventually manages to overtake you. Ellie’s always wondered what you could do - what your mutation is - and part of her’s terrified to find out, considering she’s never seen it.

“Longer than usual without Yukio in here to distract you, good job. Go see your other girlfriend,” Ellie hears Wade say.

“She’s not my fucking girlfriend, weirdo, she fucking hates me. Look at how she’s glaring.”

Not staring, but glaring, you said, and Ellie realizes that her resting bitch face is probably part of the reason you two have never gotten along.

“Well, go see her regardless of your romantic attachments. I wanna pester Nathan, you need a training partner, and hers is busy being president of the Come Join Our Cult Committee. Go, little bird.”

You flip him a bird that’s not little, walking over to Ellie.

“I assume you heard that,” you say, and she nods.

“I wasn’t glaring,” Ellie replies. “Just have resting bitch face.”

“Then why were you staring, Phimister?” You ask.

“Because, I think the way you two spar is interesting. It’s… Fluid.”

“I get what you mean. That’s what he wants. Get caught up in the pattern, and he’ll trip you up by going outside of it. But at this point, I anticipate that too,” you tell her.

“That’s impressive,” Ellie admits, because it is. Wade Wilson is a world class mercenary and you’re nearly on par with him? There’s no way she can spin that into an insult.

“Seriously? You never-” You look almost happy at what Ellie said, but then your expression falls. “Right, Yukio probably put you up to this. Whatever, we should probably get to it, then. What’re you looking to do today?”

“We could spar, too. My powers aren’t exactly low-range.”

“Show-off,” you remark. “Well then, let’s get to it.” The two of you get on some gear better suited to hand-to-hand sparring before going at it.

It’s a few minutes of back and forth, with you mostly dominating. She can hear Nathan and Wade’s pestering in the background before suddenly-

“Ellie, look out!” Your head cuts to the side and you shove her away before absorbing a shot from Nathan’s gun. You’re knocked down, and Ellie gasps like she was the one that was shot.

“Y/N!” Ellie cries out, rushing over to you. “What’s going on, what do I do? Why did you do that?!” Ellie’s not a very anxious person, but she can feel herself begin to panic. “Oh my god, oh my god, why did you do that?!” She tears up, realizing that there’s a very low chance you’ll survive.

“Ah, fuck, what are you freaking out about?” You groan. Nathan and Wade jog over.

“You- You’re going to die! You just fucking saved my life and you’re going to die!”

“Uh-“

“I’m- I’m sorry, kid,” Nathan says, also kneeling beside you. “Should’ve held tighter to the gun, but that prick jostled it outta my hands.”

You can’t help it. You crack up. Wade does, too.

“You should see the look on your faces. Jeez, El, I didn’t know you cared so much,” you manage to get out before more laughter erupts. You feel the internal damage slowly repair itself, the tissues of ruptured organs reattaching. “Fuck, stop crying, I can’t laugh anymore, it hurts.”

“This- This isn’t funny. I know I’ve said some mean things before, but-“

You laugh even harder, cutting her off. Eventually, you look at your torn gym clothes and realize that despite the (already fading into a scar) burn, you’re ready to get up. The damaged organs will continue to heal themselves.

You reach up for Wade’s hand, and despite his laughter continuing, he manages to take it and support you.

“Oh, fuck, that hurt. Whew! Asshole.” You give Wade a punch to the arm.

“I- I don’t understand, you- You have a healing factor, you bitch!” Ellie realizes, wiping her face. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“I don’t know what for, it’s not like you care for me very much,” you tell her. “Just consider it revenge for all the horror movies you make Yukio watch.”

“But you saved my life. I mean, you still did.” Do you think she wants you dead? Ellie can’t help but feel bad for the way she’s acted towards you, even if it was only a little more hostile than she is towards other people.

“And? Mine isn’t exactly going away anytime soon.” The scar on your midriff fades, leaving smooth skin exposed that Ellie’s eyes are drawn to before they flick up at you. “So does this mean we have a truce or something, now?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she responds.

This might be what changes things.

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David’s Resolution - Day 18

Day 18 (January 18, 2019)

Blade: Trinity (2004)

“In the movies, Dracula wears a cape, and some old English guy always manages to save the day at the last minute with crosses and holy water. But everybody knows the movies are full of shit. The truth is, it started with Blade, and it ended with him. The rest of us were just along for the ride.”

In 1997, Batman & Robin was released to theaters and... well, a lot of people didn’t like it. In fact, many say it’s one of the worst movies ever made. The first part is true as it was slammed by critics and audiences upon release and has cultivated a considerable notoriety for its badness; the second part is false because trust me, it is FAR from the worst ever made. If you unironically consider Batman & Robin one of the worst films ever, please tell me what your criteria are for determining whether a film is “one of the worst ever”, because I think that criteria is lacking. But one thing that is for certain about Batman & Robin is that it, along with the failure of Steel that same year, more or less killed DC Comics’ hold in the box office. They struggled for several years with other films until finally seeing success again with 2005′s Batman Begins, which was a critical and commercial success and started Christopher Nolan’s “Dark Knight Trilogy” of Batman films.

In between those Batman films, however, Marvel Comics decided to take another shot at movies after some... not-so-great films. And we got Blade. Hell yeah.

Telling the stylish and action-packed tale of the half-vampire Blade (Wesley Snipes) who hunts down vampires and does so in the coolest way possible, Blade - released one year after Batman & Robin - was a critical and commercial success, Marvel’s first in the box office. This was impressive not only because it was a comic book movie and people were questioning the viability of the genre after Batman & Robin, but also because it was an R-rated comic book movie featuring a more obscure character instead of someone more well-known to audiences. Blade was a pretty cool, stylish, badass movie and while X-Men and Spider-Man would become bigger and more famous successes, I’d like to think that Blade started Marvel’s new era of superhero movies and influenced their approach to making future films, especially when it came to looking into more obscure properties to adapt to film like the Guardians of the Galaxy.

And then there was Blade II, released in 2002 and directed by my guy Guillermo del Toro. This was a sequel that was even better than the original in practically every way. The villain was cooler and surprisingly sympathetic (not being mean to you, Stephen Dorff, you were great in the first film, but I’m just saying), the story has some neat twists to it, the characters are great and memorable, the action’s exciting and one-ups the sequences in the first movie, and it has Del Toro’s distinctive visual style for days.

And then came Blade: Trinity, which cocked the whole thing up. In order to properly prepare for this film, I watched the other two films (I’ve seen them before, which is why I’m not writing full reviews for them). I had actually tried to watch this years ago but only got as far as the first act because younger David somehow thought it was that bad. That’s the younger David who would have probably disliked watching sex, lies, and videotape.

This movie’s premise is simple: the vampire world has decided that in order to destroy Blade, they hit the Godzilla threshold and awaken Dracula (Dominic Purcell), the very first vampire ever to exist, to help them fight. And this time, Blade’s not doing it alone. Okay, he wasn’t always alone, as he had his mentor Abraham Whistler (Kris Kristofferson) in the other two films and- oh, they kill off Whistler in the first act, wow, that’s some bullshit. Well, now Blade has become part of a group of vampire hunters called the Nightstalkers, and accompanying him is the wisecracking Hannibal King (Ryan Reynolds) and Whistler’s daughter Abigail (Jessica Biel). Okay, the stakes are raised - pun unintended, promise - and this is going to be the biggest challenge yet for Blade.

Speaking of Ryan Reynolds... he’s the best thing in this movie ,getting that out there right now. His character, Hannibal King, could best be described as “Deadpool Lite”. He calls his vampire ex a cock-juggling thundercunt, which is one of the greatest insults of all time and that alone makes him great. I can see why some people would find him annoying or grating, but I like to think of it as a dry run for his playing the Merc with a Mouth, which is funny considering that around this time, Reynolds was hearing about the Deadpool character. In fact, after this movie, Reynolds would begin the twelve-year-long journey of bringing DP to the big screen, which would involve playing a character named Wade Wilson in X-Men Origins: Wolverine.

I’m sorry, this movie is not great. It’s just a big disappointing letdown. One of the problems with the movie is with Blade. Not the character himself, he’s still pretty cool and Wesley Snipes is great. I mean that this doesn’t feel like his movie. In the other two movies, it was pretty clear he was the guy in charge, especially in Blade II when he made it clear to the vampires he formed a truce with that he was not someone you screw with. But in this one, he just kinda gets shunted off for several other characters. To their credit, Marvel would get better at ensemble films (The Avengers, ‘nuff said), but in this one, it just feels sad. We watched this movie because we want more of Blade. But it feels like they put him in the back seat to focus more on other characters. He’s the title character for fuck’s sake, and yet he feels like he’s a side character in his own movie. Just like what happened with Tom and Jerry...

What doesn’t help either is that the film is one of those “too many things happening for its own good” films. The movie’s got too much going on and it feels confusing. What’s this film about? Is it about Blade fighting Dracula with the Nightstalkers? Is it about the vampire world finally getting the law to crack down on Blade? Is it about the vampire’s plans to completely subjugate the world? It doesn’t seem to know which one it wants to focus on, which really hurts considering that this is supposed to be the biggest threat that the vampire hunters of the world ever faced, and yet Dracula seems like less of a legitimate threat than Deacon Frost in the first movie or the Reaper virus in the second. And it’s not the only third film in a superhero film series to have this problem, as X-Men: The Last Stand had this same problem with too much happening. Again, Marvel at least got better at juggling multiple plotlines in superhero movies with their cinematic universe, so there is that.

There’s a lot of other problems big and small, and a good chunk of them can probably be traced back to Wesley Snipes. The production of this film was pretty screwed up, and a lot of it is due to him. David S. Goyer, who wrote all the Blade films including this one, ended up directing it when no one else wanted to take the job. Snipes was unhappy with Goyer’s decision to direct, and both he and Kris Kristofferson were unhappy with the script, which is probably why Kristofferson’s character is killed off early on. (Reminds me of what they did with RoboCop’s partner in RoboCop 3, another third movie in a series that sucked.) Not only that, but Snipes was hostile to Goyer as well as Ryan Reynolds and Jessica Biel; at one point, Hannibal King says “He doesn’t like me, does he?”, which was not Hannibal talking about Blade, but Reynolds talking about Snipes. Snipes also apparently refused to leave his trailer for any scenes that didn’t show his face, so his stunt double did a lot of the Blade scenes. His working relationship with Goyer got so bad that he called him a racist several times for no reason and refused to speak to him, communicating only in Post-It notes. The fact that the final film got finished and is... watchable... is pretty impressive.

This film, sadly, killed off the Blade franchise. New Line Cinema’s problems with Wesley Snipes led to them making a short-lived TV show on Spike TV with someone else playing the Daywalker, and then Snipes got sent to prison for tax evasion and the Blade character’s film rights reverted to Marvel during his prison term. He’s been in talks with Marvel Studios to bring the character back, but so far they’ve said they have no plans for the character in the future. Here’s hoping we get more Blade in the future.

I should also mention that the version I saw was the unrated cut, which doesn’t really add more violence or swears or other things cut for an MPAA rating as all the Blade movies were rated R. It has some more plot and character stuff, but that doesn’t help the movie much when compared to the theatrical version. The biggest change is the ending, which includes the infamous shot of Blade’s opening eyes being superimposed over his face when Snipes refused to open his eyes in the scene.

This movie’s a mess, plain and simple. It is without a doubt the weakest film in the Blade trilogy, which sucks because it could have been better. If they had trimmed some of the plotlines and focused more on Blade than his companions, it would have been better. Like Mimic 3, I don’t hate the film, I just find it disappointing with how it could have been better. For what it is, it’s still watchable, but it’s just a muddled mess of a movie. Not sure if I’d recommend it. I’d definitely recommend the other two Blade films.

Also, if any of you are hoping for me to review more Marvel movies as part of this resolution, you may be out of luck, sadly. I’ve seen all the Marvel Cinematic Universe films, as I had to catch up in time for Avengers: Infinity War, as well as all the X-Men films and spinoffs and the 2003 Hulk, which I actually really liked, even more than some MCU films (to which someone will say “it’s okay, you can just say Thor: The Dark World”). ...Although I haven’t seen the Amazing Spider-Man films yet...

Next time: How about a GOOD comic book movie from 1997?

#David's resolution #Blade: Trinity

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