I want someone to write me an X-Men Stonewall AU but I don’t just want it to be all about the white cismale characters like a lot of Queers try to act like Stonewall was all about.
I am going to try to make the Stonewall section of my MtF!Sean fic have more people involved. I did run the risk of doing the “white cocks” thing because I was mostly going to make it about Tom and Cain but clearly, there needs to be more going on. I mean, I have Sean (who is MtF in my fic) and Maeve and Raven so there are ladies but they are all white (well, Raven is blue but you get the idea…)
I wish I could find a way to fit Rictor in (the world just needs more gay Mexican mutants on principle) but he’d be just a baby during Stonewall so I don’t know…
Sorry, I’m just rambling now.
I like your rambles pls continue
Hey, if the movies can play fast and loose with the timelines and dates everyone was born, why can’t fic writers? I am firmly pro including whatever the hell comics characters you want even if they weren’t created in the 60s or whatever era a story is set in.
Prompted by xshiromorix: Charles and Erik on the boat, immediately after coming out of the ocean: Erik meeting Charles, Raven, and Moira for the first time. What does he think of them? What do they think of him? How does Charles convince him to stay on?
Charles Xavier would not stop talking.
He was, at least, talking out loud now, which was much less unsettling than the sourceless, inescapable voice in his head. But talking he certainly was, enthusiastic declarations about nucleotides, Gregor Mendel, the CIA, and hypothermia spilling endlessly from the man as they were shepherded into the cutter’s tiny galley to be given blankets and bad coffee. The chatter was irritating — everything about the man was irritating – what right did he have to interfere with Erik’s affairs?
And yet Erik could not look away from him, this man who looked like a drowned kitten but had spoken to him with the power of a lion, a prince on the battlefield, a burning bush. His mere existence upended Erik’s life.
You have your tricks, I have mine. I’m like you. You’re not alone.
Erik was never less than 100% aware of his surroundings, or he’d have been dead long before, so he knew there were other people on the boat — knew their locations, their weapons, had a peripheral bead on their body language. But he was startled to realize he hadn’t given any of them any actual thought until Xavier began introducing them.
First, MacTaggert, the CIA agent. Erik imagined they were regarding each other with very similar expressions of stony suspicion, each looking for signs of the other’s competence, and rather unhappy to find them. A lady CIA agent — he couldn’t afford to underestimate someone who overcame that kind of disadvantage. Interestingly, MacTaggert’s first apparent instinct was to get herself between him and Xavier.
Even more interestingly, Erik’s first instinct was not to let her.
Xavier interrupted the dance by introducing a second person as his sister, Raven. Raven, on first glance, was blonde and pretty and useless — and rather taken with Erik, from the way she kept staring at his wetsuit. Erik made a note of that as potentially useful, but had already turned the bulk of his attention back to Charles — Xavier, back to Xavier — when the man said, “Show him what you can do, Raven.”
And the unexceptional blonde was replaced by a gorgeous creature of jewel-like color and glowing eyes. Erik barely restrained himself from reaching out to touch.
“Raven is a mutant, like you and I,” Charles said, his voice low and earnest, sounding somehow as if they were the only people in the room. “Years ago, I decided that made her my sister.” And you, Erik, he added silently, that strange and compelling presence in his head, will you be our brother?
A brotherhood of mutants. The idea pulled at him like the tide, like hunger, like nothing he could ever remember — except perhaps his revenge against Shaw. Nothing, nothing could be allowed to interfere with that.
Nevertheless, he took the startlingly warm hand Xavier extended, and couldn’t help returning the smile a little when the man’s face lit up like a sunrise. Maybe, when Shaw was dead, when all this was over — he might have a brother, a family, he could be with people like himself.
Maybe, he thought, Charles’s brilliant gaze burning into his, there was some kind of hope for him after all.
IT’S JUST RAINING ON MY FACE OKAY
We of the #xmentales chat are attempted to come up with a list of prompts for an XMFC Bingo community. The list can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p-K2H-iPIi1_w_JDDkctGYuTVVRBWxfVPno1Zhxv_tQ/edit
Feel free to go in and add or suggest stuff. Please don’t delete anything.
It is pretty clear already that a lot of the prompts are Charles/Erik-based, but prompts for any character/pairing are welcome. Prompts should be no more than a few words, and should either be an AU, a trope, or a kink of some kind. If you’re not sure if something counts, add it anyway and I’ll do cleanup on the list later.
I love the person who added “bears.”
A multifandom ficlet/art exchange focusing on female or Jewish characters, and also some evil viziers. Sign ups end on the night of Feb 3rd. Rules, FAQs, and sign ups here!
cuz I’d love to see some fics with Erik, Kitty, Billy, Gabrielle Haller and David, Kate Kane and everyone else (Ben Grimm, Moonknight, Sabra, and others I’m not thinking of right now) this year ^_^
SIGNAL BOOSTING LIKE A BOSS
It is late November and sleet raps daily against the hospital window. All around him, through the walls and down endless corridors, it robs sleep from the other patients in his ward. But he has long tired of their dreams, and he has nearly died of his own.
Moira is his only visitor. For weeks she has handed him books just out of his reach and she sits at the side of his bed keeping their secrets. Her pity is easiest to look at, and she is the only one he allows. The rest he has barred, though he knows the nursing staff and handful of security will be no obstacle for the two now furthest from him. If they find out, there will be nowhere for him to hide.
But they don’t find out.
And they don’t come.