#magento go

[water-god19]

OKAY OKAY OKAY—THE HELL DID I JUST WATCH!!!

GRANT MORRISON, THE DEATHS, EVERYTHING BRUHHHHHHHH.

WHAT THE HELL 97?! WHO LET THESE PEOPLE COOK THIS HARD?!



[oddberryshortcake]

X-Men 97 is so good it makes my X-men loving self so happy but hOLY SHIT THAT LAST EPISODE

[uniquecellest]

Charles saying the absolute wrong thing

charl pls

(for @geertruis) /  [xma comics 13/?]

Bonus:

PETER NO

[scottie-the-wolfdog]

Charles Xavier: nooo raven you can't kill people that's bad anyways ima go make out with my boyfriend, Magento who's killed 50 million people also where's my friend, wolverine. Oh he's busy stabing people that's fine

[acornfromtheshire]

Gandalf making Bilbo and Frodo go on these life threatening gay quests where one bf dies and the other bf gets married to another because in his past life he lost his bf to marriage, war, and a life long situationship where they meant up to play chess, oh wait don't forget his the reason his ex bf almost died.

Well, Bilbo's bf did try to kill him also. Damn Gandalf you really got Bilbo in a toxic situationship also.

Gandalf couldn't be the only one suffering. I hope this makes sense, I thought it was funny. I remembered that Ian McKellen played both Gandalf and Magento.

[roughentumble]

i know no one cares but this might be the funniest thing ive done. i can hear him saying it so clearly. he's gonna shoot sabretooth

[in1-nutshell]

And oh god the reveal.  Maybe Magneto finally got his dates and order and realized “oh shit, that's my kid”.  Maybe Ultra magnus sent a email which sent the entire us government into a panic because how the fuck did this escape notice.  What if when Magneto figured it out he tried to talk to them.  He calls them by their birth name, not the name the government gave them to protect them, or the name their robot family gave them, the name he gave them.  “I go by Fearless now, Eric” (man imagine getting disowned by your own kid).  As far as the X-men are concerned, their favorite telenovela just got better.  As for the lost light, oh boy get ready for headcanons.  Running on the idea that Cybertronians are an asexual species, their whole family units are created through adoption.  To create that bond with someone is a very important and almost sacred choice.  To abandon a child you chose to take in for a selfish reason is borderline unheard of.  Even with IDW Ophelia, Megs left her behind originally to protect her, shitty yes, but still an action born out of the desire to keep her safe, still lining up with the importance of these bonds to cybertronians.  Needless to say, the general opinion of magento went from “eh, whatever, we have megatron on board.” to “fuck this one guy in particular”

Once I get enough energy and patience, I will write a longer piece on this AU.

Hope you enjoy!

AU: Magneto is Fearless's Dad (part 2)

SFW, Angst, Familial, Platonic, Mention of X Men 97, Human reader

MTMTE/ XMEN 97

It had been a couple of days since Fearless’s failed assassination attempt and there were still no leads.

A couple of villains were called into question, even some government officials, but nothing solid.

But that wasn’t the most important thing.

The Fearless and Magneto beef was still raging on strong.

Finally at 1 in the morning, Magneto realizes why Fearless looked so familiar.

He had known their mother… they looked like…

…

Like the child he left behind all those years ago...

…

…

…Oh, this made too much sense it hurt.

The Brick of Parenthood had finally found its target.

He always thought that they would have led a normal life on Earth, not galivanting through space with giant alien robots, one which was a genocidal ex warlord.

Take it for his kid to do something strange and reckless.

Seeing the little kid he knew now all grown up sent a pang of guilt through his chest.

Then came a thought... arguably a terrible idea.

Talking to them.

There was without a doubt in Magneto’s mind that they knew who he was, it explained in the pained look they gave him at times.

He needed to talk to them, now.

Fearless was happily talking with Morph when he came, asking to talk to them in private.

They don’t like the look the older man is giving them.

It looked like pity and… pain?

They warily agree.

The pair makes their way into a room in the mansion. Fearless crosses their arms. Fearless: “So, what did you want to talk about?” Magneto: “… It has been a long time since we last saw each other, hasn’t it?” Fearless stiffened. Fearless: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Magento: “I did not raise a liar.” Fearless’s eyes widened and unconsciously takes a step back. Magneto: “My little Lionheart… it has been a long time.” The name brought flashbacks of a little kid reaching out for a hug to their tall father. They shake their head. Fearless: “I go by Fearless, Eric. That is the name I go by now, the one MY Family gave me. I expect you to at least have the decency to respect that.” Magneto: “… Fine then… Fearless.” Fearless huffs as they tighten their arms around themselves. Fearless: “Was this what you wanted to talk about? Because if it is your wasting your time and mine.” They turn to open the door behind them, but the metal locks lock themselves. Fearless: “…Unlock the doors Magneto.” Magneto: “Not until we talk.” Fearless: “What is there to talk about?” Fearless tries opening the door with no luck. Magneto: “It has been years since I’ve last seen you child.” Fearless: “And who’s fault was that, Eric. Now if you can be so kind as to open the door—” Magneto: “You didn’t have the X gene Fearless. Your birth stood against so many things I stood against at the time. I had to leave you. You must understand that.” Fearless: “I don’t have to understand Jack Magneto! Now let me out!” Fearless tries furiously to open the doors now, only for some metal sheets to block the door. Fearless: “Eric! Open the doors now!” Magneto steps forward as Fearless tries prying the metal themselves. Magneto: “You are going to hurt yourself like that.” Fearless continues to trying to pry the metal with their bare hands. Magneto: “You have to understand that when I left you—” Fearless: “UNDERSTAND WHAT!? That I wasn’t the perfect baby you wanted! That I didn’t fit in your ideal world?! Save me the speech Eric I know! I’VE KNOWN THAT SINCE THE DAY I FOUND OUT WHO EXACTLY MY FATHER WAS!” Tears were streaming down their face, but they stood tall with their fist clenched. A heavy silence filled the room. Fearless: “If you have any ounce of any respect or basic decency… let me go.” Magneto wordlessly let the metal sheets fall to the ground. Fearless wastes no time in bursting out of the room. Magneto sighs sadly from inside the room. Meanwhile in the room next door. Logan and Morph were trying to watch a movie when they overheard the conversation through the wall. Logan and Morph: “…” Morph: “…That was unexpected.” Logan: “…You owe me a 12 pack and 20 buck’s bub.” Morph: “Oh C’mon!”

And apparently those two weren’t the only ones who overheard.

Jean had seen a distraught Fearless running outside and decided to gently look inside their mind to see what could have possibly upset them.

…

It did not take long there after for the rest of the X men to find out about the new family drama.

There was a lot of talk between the team about Fearless and Magneto, but they never guessed something like this.

So many questions yet to be answered!

The drama!

The Angst!

Some members are kind of glad a plot twist happened in their new telenovela, but at the same time are sympathetic to the whole ‘messed up family bloodlines thing’.

Fearless was walking around having calmed down. They spot Magneto exiting the room and walking to their direction. This was at the same time Kurt and Rouge just so happen to be walking by. The pair walked a bit faster to get to Fearless’s side. Kurt: “Fearlezz!” Fearless jumped at the sudden noise but calmed down seeing the blue mutant. Fearless: “Primus Kurt, don’t scare me like that.” Kurt: “Zorry!” Rouge gently placed a hand on their back, guiding them to another direction. Rouge: “There’s a cool thing the boys wanted ta show ya.” Fearless: “Now? I mean sure! Cool, cool, cool.”

The real question now about the bots.

Did THEY know about this?

Only one way to find out!

Morph is sitting by Whirl in his holoform. Morph: “Has Fearless every talked about their family, like before going to space?” Whirl: “Not really. They don’t talk too much on all the Earthy stuff.” He raises an eyebrow. Whirl: “Why you want some information on them?” Morph: “Well, its more like we’ve just gotten some new information on them.” Whirl: “Like what?” Morph: “… Logan won the bet.” Whirl: “Which ones Logan again? Wait is he the gruffy one with the claws that thinks I know some guy name Deadpool?” Morph: “That’s him.” Whirl: “Oh okay then. Wait what did he bet on again? Hang on a second.” Whirl pulls out a list of the bets and goes down before stopping at Logan’s bet. Whirl slowly looks at Morph. Morph: “Turns out Fearless’s dad is Magento.” Whirl: “… Excuse me but WHAT THE—” Magnus, in his holoform, comes in. Magnus: “Whirl! What have we talked about that language!” Whirl: “MAGNETO IS FEARLESS’S EARTH DAD!” Magnus: “WHAT!?” Morph: “I feel like I made a mistake…”

News about Magento being Fearless’s biological father spreads amongst the bots like wildfire.

They go to the X men about more details about this.

They would have asked Fearless… but these past few days the resident human looked ready to drop dead and sob on the spot.

The Lost Light crew is absolutely furious hearing the implication of Magneto Abandoning Fearless at a young age.

It is explained to the mutants about the significant values chosen family had amongst Cybertronian’s.

To abandon one’s sparkling/ youngling/ or mentee at such a tender age was simply unheard of.

The bots and X men hear some yelling from a far. It was Fearless yelling at Magneto to leave them alone. Megatron is the first to move. The Earth shakes as the Ex Warlord now looms over Fearless, casting a long shadow over Magneto. Fearless looks surprised to see the mech. Fearless: “Megatron? What are you doing here in bot mode? Did something happen with your holoform—EEP!” Megatron scoops Fearless up with one servo and holds them firmly to his chassis. He sported a harsh glare at the man on the ground. Megatron: “When my child says to leave them alone. You. Leave. Them. Alone.” Cue gasps from X men in the background. The twists keep getting better and better. Fearless is still very confused. Magneto: “Your child?” Rodimus: “That’s right! His kid. A member of our crew and family.” The other bots soon start lining behind or beside Megatron. Megatron: “Do not let me catch you disrespecting their space again.” With that the bots turn to go to their ship. Megatron looks down to see Fearless trying to stifle a sob. He gently rubs a digit up and down their back. They began to shake like a leaf and curled even smaller against his servo. Megatron: “There, there… I’ve got you… I’ve got you… Your safe now Fearless… Your safe…”

The bots and Fearless were going to need a day to process this before returning back to the big problems at hand.

Especially Fearless…

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

TILL THE WORLD ENDS- L. HOWLETT

Pairing: Mob Associate! Logan x Mob Associate! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Logan has always seemed to have his eye on you, more than any other of his fellow co-workers. The sulking man was no more than a brooding mystery to you-until he steals you away from some men who get a little too close for comfort. Mission... failed?

Warnings: Logan being possesive, a little controlling, pet names, swearing, mention of drugs, drinking and sexual implications, teasing etc

Authors Note: hi! is this going to be a series? no idea! i think it will be... i love the idea of logan and y/n being in a little mob, crime ganster thingy together. this is enemies to lovers ;) also sorry for the spam of content, i just really like writing for logan hehe

"i can't take it, take it, take no more- never felt like, felt like this before, come on get me on the floor- DJ what you, what you waiting for?"- till the world ends, britney spears

“You’re hurting me.” you whined as Logan gripped your arm tightly, tugging you down a darkened hallway, the bright lights and loud, thumping music seeming to fade, as if someone had turned the volume all the way down.

His grip slightly loosened , but his pace never faltered. He glared at anyone who looked in your general direction, pulling you back into a quiet alcove.

“Why’d you do that?” you frowned, staring up into his darkened eyes that surveyed your body, as if he were looking for marks or slashes.

This mission wasn't supposed to be dangerous.

The men you worked with, and against were- yes, rather dangerous. But tonight? Your mission was simply to distract.

Be ‘eye- candy’ as Charles had told you, before the mob had split from the dingy office, the rest of the men leaving as quick as they arrived- except for Logan. You noticed he lingered by the doorway just a little longer, remaining in the shadows while you talked to Charles.

Logan, Scott and Hank would keep an eye out for Magneto, slipping into his office to grab the documents Charles needed to take down his whole operation, and get the money back that belonged to him.

You were supposed to distract any member of his crew.

Simple enough.

You had plenty of club experience, and the  fact you were still young and fun made dancing that much more easier. A sharp whistle escaped Hank's lips as you stepped out of your bunker room, eyes sweeping you down to take in your little mini skirt and black thigh high boots.

Logan, on the other hand- looked like he was going to start fuming.

“What? I’m supposed to distract.” you snickered, strutting past the group of men that followed every wish of your hips as you walked to the pack of motorcycles that waited for you.

Logan still hadn't let go of you just yet.

His eyes had been on you all night, watching you like a hawk from the balcony of the nightclub. It made your stomach twist in knots of confusion. Why he seemed to hunt you down- you didn't know.

He was quiet, stony and cold. He rarely showed emotion (except towards you, Hank had insisted, even though you didn't see it). And tonight it felt like the stakes had been raised.

You had eyed down a group of Magnetos men, a cat on the prowl as you drew them in with your eyes and your hips that swayed to the beat of the music. You had found yourself leaned against the chest of a man, as he grinded on you, holding your hips tightly.

White powder had found itself dusted around his nostrils, something herby smoking from the other man as they talked to you in low voices.

Trying to tempt you.

But before they could get very far, a firm grip had grabbed you, tugging you off the dance floor.

“Because they were getting too handsy.”

“Why do you care? It was my job. And you could’ve just fucked up the whole mission, thinking with your dick and not your brain.” you snorted, slightly tipsy from the shots you couldn't avoid taking under Magentos mens watch.

To them, you were just an innocent, ditsy party girl who fed off any attention a man would give you.

“We’ve got the documents, and we’re leaving.” he growled. You tried not to stare at his lips as he wet them, tongue darting out slightly.

“But the party’s just getting started! Don’t you wanna dance Mr. Howlett?” you asked teasingly, pushing him just that much further.

“Charles would kill you, and then me.”

“What, so now a girl can't dance? I did my job and I did it well. You’re not my boyfriend and neither is he, so why do you two give a shit?” you snapped, tugging your arm back out of his warm grasp.

He rolled his eyes, head turning to stare down a stranger that was just trying to go to the restroom.

“I give a shit if my enemy's men have their hands on you kid.”

“I’m not a kid.”

He looked you up and down, eyes lingering a little too long on your cleavage that popped out of your corset top, his eyes seeming to darken.

“No shit. So quit acting like one, and let's go. I'm supposed to look after you.”

“Says who?”

“Says Charles.”

You snorted, crossing your arms. “I don't need to be babied by him.”

“Well he's our boss, so I do what he says. We’re leaving. Hank and Scott are already almost back to the shop.”

You pursed your lips, clenching your thighs at the sight of him. He towered over you, annoyance and anger rolling off him in waves. You liked this whole pushing his buttons thing. You got a little thrill out of seeing how far you could go.

“Well I want to go dance. There are men over there, just begging to get a taste of me. I'm sure you could join them.” you raised an eyebrow, slipping around him to head back down the hallway towards the deep purple and blue lights.

“Don't you dare.” he growled.

“Awh Howlett are you jealous? How cute. Good thing you’re not the boss of me.”

You turned your back on him for no more than a split second, barely getting a stride in before his hand gripped your middle, spinning you around and flipping you up over his shoulder.

“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU-” you scrambled, getting nowhere as he gripped your thighs harshly, turning on his heel to walk to the back exit. Whistling to himself, he shook his head at an alarmed passerby.

“She's drunk, I’m taking her home. Kids these days.” he smirked, and you struggled again to escape his grasp- failing.

The cool air hit your skin like a slap in the face as he shoved open the back door- the shot no longer protecting you from the chillness of the night. It didn't help that you barely had anything to cover you- and you haven't drank enough to be too drunk to care.

“Fine, if you're gonna be that way- I’ll just drive myself.” you snarled as you shimmed from his grasp- as he finally loosened his grip enough for you to escape. You headed towards your bike that stood propped up in the alleyway. You fought a shiver as a rush of wind brushed over you again, folding your arms tighter across yourself to try and barricade your exposed skin.

“Don't be stupid.” he stated, arm reached out- leather jacket in hand.

You turned, to simply stare at him, and the offering he gave you. You barely knew this man. Yet here he was, bossing you around and giving you his jacket as if he was yours.

It made your head hurt, to try and attempt his logic. “I can drive myself.”

“I'm sure you can. But youre not. We’ll get it in the morning.” he nodded to your bike, leather jacket still in hand.

He refused to let you win, and you were too tired to fight with him any longer. Plus, Charles was probably wondering where the fuck you two were, considering Hank and Scott would be back already, missing half the crew.

You took a breath, hesitantly reaching for the jacket. It was large, much too big for you, but it was warm as you slipped it on. It smelled like pine, smoke and whisky, and you couldn't help but breathe in the scent of well… him.

“I’m driving myself.”

“Do you really want me to pick you up again? You gonna stop acting like a lil brat?” he huffed, clearly growing tired of your antics. As if he hadn't been tired of them all night.

Oh well.

“Who do you think you are?!”

He sighed, hanging his head in disappointment. “Get on the back of the bike, kid. Dont fuck around, or you’ll find out.”

“Was that a threat, Mr.Howlett?”

He stared at you, large muscles flexing as he tried to hold himself back- from what, you didn't know.

His fuse was short. You liked to burn it out.

And you planned to do it the rest of the way home.

[caxapthecat]

i don’t care if it’s controversial to say magento is right and we should praise him for it. fuck it. he’s hot.

You might be asking yourself, “How does that make him a better person than Hitler if he creates a mass genocide?”

#1 it doesn’t.

#2 it’s is own race

#3 his race can breathe fire/ice, fly, move things with their mind, manipulate people with their mind, have super strength, and shoot laser beams out of their eyes, shape shift, change the weather, climb up walls, create more of themselves, run real fast, and instantly heal. i think ima let this one go. plus he’s hot. and gay.

[goddessofroyalty]

In continuation of this post of Professor X and Magneto managing to be mates 80% of the time because they keep renewing it every time they team up and it not fully/only just wearing off between said team ups.

The X-men (and Brotherhood) are resigned to the fact that whenever the team up lasts more then a couple days that mate-bond is going to be renewed. It does feel ineivtable that the two of them are going to retire to chess one night and by the morning there's going to be fresh bites and a vague content feeling caused by a very pleased telepath in the room.

What they more have issue with is when the team up only lasts under a day or so. When they were only working together for 8, 20, maybe 33 hours where nobody slept and someone can vouch for knowing the location of one/both of the two of them the entire time and yet somehow by the time Magento has fucked off again Charles still has a fresh bite and that strong-mated scent because What? How? When?

[spaceorphan18]

X-Men Fic (Rogue/Gambit) : Toys

A/N: Yes, this was inspired by that clip that's been going around of Gambit's VA for XM97 playing with action figures. I cannot believe this is what I'm writing for my first real fic for this fandom. Dear lord, forgive me for the shenanigans... also, unbeta'd. I just wanted to get it out into the world and be done with it.

I'll post this tomorrow on Ao3

Rated: T for suggestiveness

Summary: Rogue catches Remy playing with toy action figures of the X-Men. Shenanigans. Set in the 616 comic verse, but some fun meta-y references to XM97

****

Toys

Upon arriving home, Rogue comes in through the open kitchen window because why bother with stairs when you can fly? It’s been a long day, a long week, a long life… All she wants to do is curl up on the couch with the cats and a trashy book and hopefully Remy’s home so she can get a back massage.  Hell, forget the book, she’ll gamble for the massage first.  Save the trashy for later.  

She grins, thinking about her husband’s warm hands on her skin.  

Remy is, indeed, home; standing at the kitchen island, his back turned towards the window, so engrossed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t hear her come in.  And what he’s doing takes her by surprise.  

The kitchen counter is covered in half open boxes, plastic containers, cardboard, and little zip ties.  There are a good, half-dozen or so action figures all lined up in a semicircle; each one of them a well detailed, classically designed replica of, well… the X-Men.  Oh, dear god, what did she walk into? 

“I’ll take ya down in one slice, bub,” Remy says, holding the Wolverine figurine in one hand, his voice low as he attempts Logan’s gruff voice.  Remy LeBeau is good at a lot of things, Rogue would be first to give you a list, but doing impressions is not one of them.  She bites her lip, fascinated to see how this plays out.  Remy grabs the Magento figurine as his voice shifts to imitate Erik.  “You incels!” Remy screams; loud, exaggerated, and carefully enunciated.  “How dare you try to take down me; the questionably dressed, ego too big for my helmet, Master of Magnetism?” 

Rogue puts a hand up to her lips, holding back an amused snort.  Oh, Remy… 

Remy loses the impression as he lunges the Wolverine figurine at the Magneto one.  The Magneto one floats away.  “You fools! Don’ you remember I control the metal?”  Shaking the Wolverine figurine violently, Remy lets out a feral scream and the figure is flung to the side, landing with a clatter in the sink.  

Magneto is discarded for a moment as Remy picks up the Scott and Jean figurines.  Scott has his hand to his visor while Jean has both her hands on the sides of her head.  “Jean! I seem to have made a tactical error,” Remy cries in Scott’s no-nonsense voice.  His voice then slides higher as he mimics Jean.  “Scott, my telepathy.  It out o’ whack!  Oh, Scott!... Jean!… SCOTT!.... JEAN!!”

Rogue is dying inside.  She holds herself tightly, trying as hard as she can not to burst out laughing.  

Scott and Jean are shuffled into one hand as Remy picks up the Magneto figurine again.  “Enough of this!” Remy says, back in the Magneto voice.  He then lets out another dramatic scream as he tosses the Scott and Jean figurines onto the pile of boxes, scaring Oliver, who had been inspecting one of the twist ties.  

He picks up the Storm figurine next, raising her arms to the ceiling.  “An’ now you deal with Stormy, who will smite you with her lightning blasts.” He jolts the Storm hands into Magneto, making little sound effect lightning blasts as he does so.  “Fool, I am impervious to lightning…  How dat possible? Lightning an’ magnetism are not the same thing!... I can control static electricity!... Dat…still don’ make any sense!... Begone, weather witch!”  

Rogue has tears in her eyes. She’s biting her lip so hard, it’s beginning to hurt.  Thankfully, Remy is so lost in his make believe world that he can’t hear her snickering.  

The Storm figurine is placed gently face down on the counter as Remy picks up the Gambit figurine.  Rogue’s eyes grow wide, intensely waiting to see how this will play out… 

“Ohh, you goin’ down now, mon ami,” Remy’s voice grows low and serious.  He starts making explosion sound effects, as if the Gambit figurine is throwing little playing cards at the Magneto one.  Remy then throws his head back in a villainous laugh as he goes back to the Magneto voice.  “You seriously think a few mild explosions could ever touch me?”  

Remy stops, and grins that cocky, beautiful grin of his.  “Non, but it enough to keep you distracted.”  He starts turning the Magneto figurine around, as if it’s confused.  “See, I always gotta ace up my sleeve.”  

In a quick second, he drops the Gambit figurine, and grabs the Rogue one.  Her arm is out, one leg up, poised to fly.  Remy slams the fist of the Rogue figurine into the Magneto one’s head.  “Howdy, sugah.” 

Rogue tilts her head, amused.  Remy’s imitation of her own voice is so comically off, and yet incredibly endearing.  

“How ‘bout you leave my family alone!” The Rogue figurine crashes into the Magneto one again.  This time, Remy charges the Magneto figurine, causing it to glow purple.  He tosses the charged Magneto figurine up, letting it explode in mid-air with a bang.  The charred remains drop to the counter with a clang before it bounces into the trash next to the counter.  

Remy then picks up the Gambit figurine and brings it in close to the Rogue one.  “Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you’re punching people, chere?...Why don’t you shut up and kiss me, Remy…” Remy starts clicking the faces of the two figurines together, making little kiss-y noises and ‘mwa’ sounds as the action figures ‘make out’.  

Rogue grins wildly, expecting nothing less.  She crosses her arms across her chest, casually walking forward to let her presence be known. “Whatcha doing, sugah?” 

Remy gives a startled jump, the figurines dropping out of his hand with a clatter.  He’s not the least bit sorry he’s been caught, however, a devilish grin quickly sliding onto his lips.  “Jus’ havin’ a bit of fun testing some of these toys that show sent us.”  Rogue picks the destroyed Magneto figurine out of the trash.  “Some of dem defective,” he says slyly. 

“Defective huh?” She drops the figurine unceremoniously back into the trash and comes in close, wrapping her arms around his neck.  She knows the show is a sore spot, no matter how much free merch they’ve gotten from it lately.   “You still salty about all that?”

He lets out a grumble, but still wraps himself around her, just the way she likes.  “Don’ act like you wouldn’t be, too, if they killed you off like dat.   Middle of the first season, too.  What’d I do to deserve dat?” 

“They just knew you were the best one.” She runs her fingers through his hair.  “Who else gonna go out in a fiery blaze of heroism like that?” 

He smirks, though she can still see a hint of sadness in his eyes.  “It was pretty epic, non?” 

“The best…”  She draws him in for a kiss, sweet and gentle and comforting.  “Forget that show, Remy.  That ain’t our life.  This is.” She kisses him again, a little bit harder, grounding herself in his embrace.  He had tortured himself wanting to keep watching that show, but she couldn’t.  She wouldn’t.  She didn’t want to imagine herself going down a path she would never recover from.  “Besides…” she says, trying to keep it light.  “I’m sure season two will have me pulling your pretty ass back from the dead one way or the other.  And if it doesn’t, you best bet I’ll get those writers fired and write it myself.”  

“I ever tell you how sexy you are when pulling me back from the dead?” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Remy.”  He does and they do.  Forget the massage tonight, they’re going straight to the trashy.  She’s hungry to feel him everywhere tonight.  

They break apart once again, breathing heavily as Rogue leans her forehead against his.  “Hey, Remy?” 

“Oui?” 

“Why don’t we leave this mess for later and go play with some of the toys we’ve already got.”

He laughs into another kiss.  “You always have de best ideas, chere…” 

****

Later… 

In the stillness of the night, long after Remy’s fallen asleep, Rogue gets up for a glass of water.  

The kitchen is how they left it hours ago, a mess of trash and action figures scattered around the room.  The cats had gotten into some of it.  Poor Scott had fallen to the ground.  She picks him up, placing him next to Jean, giving him a little pat as she does so.  

She wants to ignore the others.  Wants to ignore the strange sensation it is to have your likeness in toy form.  Still, she’s drawn to the little action figure her. She picks it up, inspecting it.  It’s her old green and yellow uniform, one she hasn’t worn in years. She doesn’t even know where it is, probably having been trashed in some long ago fight.  Unsurprisingly, the boobs are a little too big, the waist a little too small, and the hair a bit ridiculous.  But it’s oddly still her.  A little version her.  

She looks down to the Gambit figurine and smiles.  The trench coat, the staff, the ridiculously abbed pink breast plate.  The cocky little grin.  They got his likeness perfectly.  And yet it doesn’t even hold a candle to the real thing.  

“Love ya, Remy,” she says softly, as she takes the Rogue figurine and gives the Gambit figurine a kiss with it.  She laughs at her own silliness, but still takes a moment to place the figurines together, resting against each other, as they should be.  

She grabs her water and turns off the light and heads back to the bedroom, where she’ll soon curl up against her husband and fall asleep.  

[i-wanna-write]

If One’s Different, One’s Bound to be Lonely - Wolverine Fic

Fic Synopsis: We know Wolverine and Sabertooth but the reader is known as Jackal. Just like the other two, their mutation is animalistic, lending them healing factors, enhanced physical abilities, and animal senses. This fic details their relationship with the Anchor!Wolverine and how they ended up meeting the Worst!Logan

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Chapter Warning: angst, slight tiny fluff, violence, mentioned of experimentation/torture - nothing too graphic

Word Count: 2.6k+

A/N: SO SORRY for the long wait!! I have an outline for this story and promise to never abandon it! Life just got crazy! But here’s an update!

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Logan stayed at the school, helping you and the X-Men defeat Magento. The evil mutant was planning on transferring his powers to Rogue, the teen Logan saved, which would kill the girl. However, a plan was developed and you, Scott, Ororo, and Logan were able to rescue Rogue, ending with Magento being imprisoned.

For you it was a crazy experience. You’ve fought mutants before but for some reason Magneto was different. Maybe it was because you witness Magneto, a mutant who can control metal, control Logan. Logan who, to you, is a very powerful mutant.

That frightened you as Magneto’s main goal was to take down the worlds leaders. You were terrified of what would happen if he succeeded.

But thankfully, the X-men and Logan were able to defeat him at the top of the Statue of Liberty. You were amazed as you witnessed Rogue’s powers - taking Logan’s regenerative ability to heal herself after the fight.

The girl had been through so much and continues to do so but knowing she had Logan, and Logan her, you were greatful.

So you all returned to the mansion after the fight. Those who couldn’t heal had their wounds tended to while you and James shared a beer in the kitchen - the alcohol from your room.

The two of you just sat in silence, neither really having anything to say. To you, the fight reminded you of the days you would run into Logan and Victor, with one of the mutants having fought tonight having a Sabertooth mutation.

You stewed in your thoughts, wondering what Logan was thinking. A small part of you hoped being together and fighting would lend him some memory - anything. Only it didn’t.

You almost wished you had Jean’s and Charles’ powers. So you could pry into his mind and see what he was thinking about. If he approved of the way you fought tonight. If he was turned on watching you as you were him.

However, your thoughts were interrupted when Charles entered. The man said nothing at first, shooting just a displeased look at your choice of beverage.

“We earned these Old man.” You state to him, raising your beer.

Charles shook his head. You watched as he glanced between you and Logan, as if struggling with what to say. Finally, Logan cut through the silence.

“What is it?” He asked, a scrutinizing look on his face.

You take him in, noticing the way his body is tensed, jaw clenched. He seems to be reading that there’s some sort of trouble. That maybe there's another evil mutant who wants to take over the world.

Only that’s not the case.

“First I would like to thank you for your assistance with Magneto.” Charles begins, addressing solely Logan.

Pfft, old man doesn’t want to thank you, you guess.

“But?” Logan gripes.

“No buts.” Charles says. “However, there is some information I have come across that I believe would interest you.” His eyes then turn to you. “Both of you.”

You sit forward on your seat, staring intently at Charles. The man has been a Godsend since you met him. No hidden agenda whatsoever. Whatever he’s going to share is important.

“There’s a location in Alberta Canada. It’s called Alkali Lake and believed to have been a base for Weapon X. I believe you may find some answers there.”

There’s a moment of silence. Both you and Logan taking in the information. After all these years you may finally find out the truth.

You look up and eyes meet Logan’s brown ones. His are determined. As if he’s waited this moment his entire life and you guess that he has since his memory was taken from him.

“When do ya’ wanna leave?” He asks you.

…

You and Logan left the following morning. You quickly said goodbye to Ororo and Jean, not before Ororo teased you about having alone time with Logan.

You had to hand to the women. She always knew how to make you smile or laugh when things when to shit.

You packed your back and was ready to go that night, not once thinking about your lesson plan or the students you’re leaving behind.

It’s as if the Jackal has come back in full force since Charles revealed the information he found. Your focus is slowly on finding those who captured you. Your focus is solely on revenge.

Charles allowed you and Logan to grab a truck from the school to venture to Alberta. Logan started off driving first but the two of you eventually switched on and off, one of you sleeping and the other driving.

Two days into your travels you wore Logan down and convinced him to get a motel room for the night. You wanted to get to the location just as fast as he did. But with both of your increased sense of smell, you weren’t sure how much longer you could take dealing with the both of you not showering.

You were just near the border of Canada and North Dakota when you spotted the sign and convinced him to stop for the night. You quickly checked in, getting a room with two beds before heading back to the truck to get Logan.

You both grabbed your bags and entered the room, noting the rundown decor and dilapidated fixtures.

“I’ve stayed in worse.” You state, shrugging as you take a step in and place your stuff on the bed closest to the door.

Logan snorts, walking to the other bed and placing his bag down before sitting next to it.

“Guess you can shower first since you’re the one that wanted to stop.” Logan grumbles, an unhappy look on his face.

You roll your eyes but unzip your bag, grabbing new everything. You also reach in and grab a bottle you stored, knowing it would come in handy.

You walk towards the bathroom, passing the seated Logan on the way and hold out the bottle to him.

“Figured this might make you happpy.” You say, watching as his eyes slightly light up at the sight of the liquor and he grabs it from your hand.

You shake your head at his antics. No memory but same personality. You then make your way into the bathroom to clean up.

…

You’re not in there for more then ten minutes, not wanting the hot water to waste and make Logan take a cold shower. You quickly dress and put your hair in a braid before stepping out.

You see Logan has apparently disagreed with your bed choice and moved your bag to the one farther from the door and took the closer one for himself.

“You had to touch my shit?” You question, taking a seat on the bed and almost moaning out of relief that it’s not a truck seat.

Logan rolls his eyes and stands, going through his own bag this time to collect clean clothes.

“I ain’t sleeping in a corner bub.” He states before handing the bottle of liquor to you and entering the bathroom.

This time it’s you who rolls your eyes but out of fondness. When you and Logan lived together for those few years, his side was always closest to the door. He said how he didn’t like how he felt like he was sleeping in a corner and this way he’d be closest to the first sign of danger.

You unmake the bed and get under the covers, layering the pillows behind you. You glance up at the ceiling and take a swig of the whiskey, allowing it to burn down your throat.

You can’t help but be nervous about what you might find at the location. If you’ll find the people who experimented on you. The people who took Logan’s memory.

Your heart aches at that thought. Being with solely him the past few days has been rough. It’s hard to not talk to him like you used. To not reminisce on the past that only one of you remembers.

With that thought you take another swig of the liquor. You’re pissed. So pissed. How dare they take you. How dare they take him. Who are they to fuck with your lives and screw everything up. You want so badley to rip their throats out for what they’ve done.

“Simmer down bub. I can smell the anger.” Logan’s voice startles you out of your thoughts.

You watch as he’s back into the room in just a pair of jeans and have to stop yourself from admiring his physique. You’ve missed being able to openly admire him. To touch his shoulders, his abs. To place light kisses on his pecs.

But he’s not yours anymore and you’re afraid he never will be again.

You take another swig at that thought before taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You inhale through your nose loudly and let out a sigh to change the subject.

“Smell that?” You ask rhetorically. “Freshly cleaned mutants! You can’t tell me you aren’t glad we stopped?”

You watch as Logan takes a seat on the bed before laying down, only he’s laying on top of the covers. Apparently he’s too anxious to relax fully.

“Why don’t you quite being a smart ass and get some sleep?” Logan questions reaching over to snag the bottle from your hands before turning off the light. “We’ll be there tomorrow soon enough.”

You let out a sigh before rolling onto your side so your back is facing him. You try to stop the thoughts racing through your head. Unfortunately for you, sleep is hard to find.

…

You and Logan made it to the facility. Or what was left of it. The place itself is abandoned in the middle of the woods. The two of you don’t stray too far from the other while you try to find anything or anyone that can offer answers.

The building is full of broken equipment. Computer screens cracked, dried blood smeared on the walls, doors ripped of the hinges, decomposing corpses at every turn. It seems whoever was in charge of the place didn’t bother to clean up once they were found.

You and Logan make your way deeper into the building, leaving no room or equipment unturned incase a file can be restored and information revealed.

Logan is walking slightly in front of you while you examine a computer before you notice that he stopped. You watch as he lightly lifts his head up and inhales through his nose before turning slightly.

“What is it? Do you smell someone?” You question, rising to your feet and waking closer to him. You inhale yourself but don’t smell anything except him and the chaos around you.

He shakes his head no but begins to walk forward, this time at a faster pace. You follow behind quietly, wondering what it is he’s scented.

Soon, he’s lead the two of you to two doors that vaguely resemble an operating room dooor. You watch as he hesitates before gently pushing the door open.

You follow him inside and look around to see the mess. There’s an overturned exam chair in the middle of it, arms and leg restraints connected to it. One side is composed of research equipment such as microscopes and vials, the other full of instruments thrown about haphazardly and stained with blood.

You turn to look at Logan in confusion. Why did the scent of this room speak to him so much that he’d want to come in here?

You notice how his eyes have a devasting look in them and his mouth is drawn into a frown. As if he can’t believe what he’s looking at and trying to make sense of it.

“What is it?” You quesiton him. “What lead you to this room?”

“You.” He says quietly. “This room smells like you.” He says brown eyes meeting your E/C ones.

You freeze. You realize now what you’re looking at. You’re own torture room. While this location was a dead end for Logan, it’s not for you. It’s where you were held. Where you were tortured and experimented on. Where your eggs were extracted and you were sedated for months.

Rage takes over you and you lose it. You let out a scream and feel your teeth and nails elongate. You rush to the side with the research equipment and swipe it, throwing it the floor. You punch the cabinets and rip them down before kicking the chair and sending it flying into the other wall.

You grab the next object you can find and throw it too, letting out a roar. How dare they! They kept you here for months, away from Logan, away from the world just to use you. To take from you.

Your breathing picks up and senses dial in, the Jackal taking control. You sense another body in the room and go to attack, throwing a punch with your teeth bared.

The other person blocks the attack but you quickly deliver another, this time landing the blow. You throw punch after punch, teeth bared each time and ready to tear their throat out.

The other person doesn’t seem to fight back which only makes you angrier. You eyes narrow on their neck, watching as their pulse raises and falls and you go in for the kill. You need to make them pay for what they did to you.

“Y/N!” You hear but it doesn’t register, the urge to fight still prominent.

You lunge, ready to make contact but the person stops you. Their hands encircle around your wrist and hold so tight you think you hear your bone snap. You don’t care.

With your arms pinned to your sides, you keep trying to get at their throat. To get even. To get revenge.

“Y/N! Snap out of it!” The voice yells again.

You feel your back slammed against the wall and let out a gasp as the impact causes the wind to knock out of you.

“Hey! Sweetheart! Knock it off!” The voice yells and this time something clicks.

Sweetheart.

There’s only one person that calls you that.

Logan.

You take a deep breath in and suddenly everything comes back again. You’re not there. Well you are, but you’re out. They’re not hurting you anymore.

The scent of Logan is suddenly all you can smell and your teeth and nails return to normal as your eyes meet brown. Logan is looking down at you, still holding you pinned to the wall.

His eyes are concerned and understanding, searching yours to make sure the Jackal is gone.

“I-I’m sorry.” You croak out as tears start to fall. “I-“

“Hey shhh.” Logan says, slowly releasing your hands. “You’re okay.”

You nod, the tears now falling. You want to tell him. “They had me for months. They - they kept me sedated cause I fought too hard. And they - they.”

“Hey, you don’t gotta tell be bub.” Logan says, his hands now resting on your shoulders and gently moving over them.

It’s as if you don’t hear him as you continue. “I talked to J-Jean and they - they extracted my eggs to see if they could manipulate them to carry the X gene. For months they kept me out and just -“

You can’t finish, the thought once again being too much for you to handle.

Logan doesn’t say anything. But he does pull you into him tightly, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. You let him, your own moving to cling to his back, burying your face in his chest as sobs escape you.

His hands move up and down your back to try to calm you down. You take deep breaths, trying to slow your breathing and stop your tears. You listen to Logan’s heartbeat and own breaths to do so.

You’re finally able to stop crying but Logan doesn’t let you go. He just holds you, feeling that in this moment, that’s all you need.

He might not remember you and might not be your Logan, but in this moment, you realize he could become yours again.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Leaving - Pyro / John Allerdyce

John/Pyro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 212

Summary: Pyro telling Y/n that he loves her before leaving to join the brotherhood.

Authors Note: Haven’t wrote X-MEN in awhile

Masterlist

X-MEN Masterlist

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“What are you doing?” Y/n asked as she walks into their shared room seeing him packing his duffle.

“Y/n-” John turned around not knowing what to say.

“You're leaving.” Y/n states when he doesn’t say anything, eyes not leaving his packed duffle.

“I’m sorry. But I have to go. I don’t belong here.” He tells her with tears welling up in his eyes.

“You're going to join Magento and his brotherhood, aren’t you?” Y/n looked at him with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Yes.” John nodded.

“I’ll miss you.” Y/n’s voice broke as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

John rushed over to her and cupped her cheeks brushing her tears away with his thumbs. “I’ll miss you too. More than anything. But-”

“You can’t stay. I get it.” Y/n nodded as they embraced each other into a tight hug.

“We’ll see eachother again.” John promised as they parted from their hug.

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopeful smile.

“We will. I love you.” John placed one last kiss for now on her forehead before he grabbed his bag and left. Hoping when everything was over they’d see each other again. He’d protect her, even if they are on opposite sides.

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[artbyblastweave]

Something I find interesting about the Lizard League is that these guys are supervillain supervillains, costumed in the classic mold- Salamander with the impossibly-skintight patterned-cloth costume, Iguana with the tight-tights-and-animal-headpiece combo, Komodo with that 70s-style strongman cowl-and-jersey, King Lizard with the Baron Strucker-style double-breasted greatcoat. These guys are unrepentant in their design. And in the comics, where the Sequid arc didn't happen till around issue 40, these guys were part of this established stable of villains who'd show up as fodder for montages and one-off fights where they needed to have a hero beating up someone who's clearly a supervillain, never mind who. That meant that their eventual escalation to nuclear terrorism after 30+ issues of low-rent stuff, and the ensuing clusterfuck, actually parsed as a meaningful escalation from the established status quo. These guys are breaking the rules. Supervillains do stuff like this sometimes, sure, but not this kind of supervillain- these guys are doing MCU-style unmarked-Kevlar terroristic supervillainy when they should be doing lizard-themed gimmick crimes or Super-friends stuff!

Well, no, that's not quite true. It feels true, but honestly there are plenty of examples of campy big-two villains doing flat-out nuclear terrorism pretty early on, actually. Just to pick some examples from X-Men, Magento did it in his first appearance, and the ANAD lineup's first real outing was to stop Count Nefaria from hijacking NORAD. Screwing around with the military's world-ending shit is downright commonplace for supervillains, once you start tallying it up. But between the goofy kid-gloves approach of a lot of early silver-age comics and the sheer volume of Stuff that's happened in the Marvel and DC continuities, the impact of attempted nuclear terrorism inevitably gets sanded down, it just becomes one more data point in the endless ebb and flow- hell, it can result in actual nuclear detonations, and eventually it's going to get sanded over. In the nineties, Vandal Savage actually nuked Montevideo using depreciated USSR stock. Is that salient, these days? This event that would have reshaped geopolitics had it happened in our world? So yeah, supervillains make a run on the nukes all the time- but it doesn't count if you do it in a onesie with your initials stenciled on it.

But Invincible, as a self-contained continuity, actually has the ability to maintain perspective and appropriately weigh a grab at the nuclear arsenal - it's very much not business as usual, it's not part of the typical cops-and-robbers runaround. It's not stealing a priceless diamond, it's not a bank job, it's not even rampaging through the city center with a giant robot. It's a credible attempt to end the world, it's a challenge to government power that they won't let stand, costumes or no. It's the government sponsored super team coming in guns blazing trying their damnedest to kill you from the word go, and its you trying to kill them equally hard because there's really no coming back from this if you lose. And it ends up that treating this situation with a commonsense level of gravity acts as a deconstructive backhand against every similar situation in the comics that ends with the villain shaking their fist and escaping at the last minute.

[buggybuggboo]

okay another marvel rivals rant because I hate change

okay so i’m pissed with the nerfs..NAMOR REMOVED FROM LUNA SNOW’S TEAM UP?? NO MORE MAGENTO AND WANDA?

omg don’t even get me started on the rocket nerfs. He’s going to be like not fun now…:( i’m very very very sad about that if you couldn’t tell

ALSO OMG marvel rivals I love you and hate you.

the gooner bait is so sad. poor pyslock in that literal bathing suit, emma frost and her kinda ugly outfit and HUGE ASS THIGHS??

there is nothing wrong with having thick thighs, I have them myself. I just know that one, it looks weird on her body and two, they didn’t add it for inclusivity they added it for the male gaze.

i’m so happy wanda hasn’t been hit by the gooner bait of marvel rivals yet.

and mantis

and all my other female characters.

like i’ve seen usernames like “peni’s thong” (not joking I genuinely saw someone named this) like HELLO??? I know they aged her up and whatever but in the comics she’s still a literal teenager..IN GAME SHE STILL LOOKS LIKE A TEENAGER.

marvel rivals needs to drop the male gaze costumes and stuff it’s stupid and ugly and makes me mad. marvel rivals has the same problem every superhero writer or whatever has, making female characters gooner bait. they’re so much more than that. they deserve costumes that look battle field ready, not skimpy stripper outfits (again nothing wrong with wearing stuff like that it just doesn’t make sense in marvel rivals context)

sorry if I upset people with my opinions but I had to yell at someone so yeah

[llithiaskyla]

if i see one more magneto was right post im going to flip a table. i love magento. i love professor x. magneto is and was just as bad as the people who hurt him, his belief that mutants are the superior race is systematically incorrect and he is being the oppressor by killing humans!

now this is not to say that professor x is completely correct either, humans are never going to change if something drastic isn't done.

HOWEVERR they're people too. they are humans too, they feel pain just like mutants do, and they don't want to die just as mutants do, and killing them just because you believe you're better when you're literally the same species with a slight genetic variant you're a bigot and automatically wrong