Biding Time- Erik_Charles"Old friend..." Charles hears, and it raises goosebumps on his arms. "It feels like an eternity since we last met."Biding Time- Erik_Charles4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It's an absurd little statement, really. It hasn't been more than a day, at the most, since Charles Xavier had unintentionally (although not unknowingly)
helped murder that bastard Shaw. Time is hard to tell when you're not awake, but Charles is very sure it hasn't been long enough to be christened an eternity.
"Hardly." He responds, no resentment in his voice at all. He knows this man, the one looming over his restrained body, had called him a friend, and still does. He knows this man; he knows what is going through his mi-
He doesn't know what Erik is thinking. Why can't he hear his thoughts? It sends a small shock of panic through him. It's the helmet, the blasted piece of metal standing between him and reminding Erik of everything he is, everything they could be (but it's too late for could be, Charles thinks, and he feels sick that Erik can't hear him.
Change of Heart Rufus X ReaderChange of Heart Rufus X Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Looking down at the large stack of papers on his desk, Rufus frowned. “I still don't have everything I need here. As a matter of fact, a large percentage of what's in front of me is what I don't need.” Frustrated, he rubbed between his eyes and sighed.
“I told you I wasn't cut out for secretary work. That's why I asked to be placed elsewhere.” Unapologetic, you crossed your arms and turned up your nose. “Now maybe you'll believe me and put me somewhere where I can actually be helpful.”
Acting as if he hadn't even heard you, Rufus continued his complaining. “You even forgot to bring me a coffee.” He seemed more disappointed with you than he did upset. “However, as you stated, I was warned, so I really shouldn't be surprised.” Placing his elbows on his desk he held his chin in his hands. “Where do you think I should place you? Quite honestly, this is one of the easiest jobs I have to offer you at the moment.”
Twenty Years -- Erik:CharlesX-Men First ClassTwenty Years -- Erik:Charles3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Light slash, nothing graphic
((Note on the "cast" of this fic: as awesome as Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen truly are as older Charles and Erik, it's the Fassavoy version that I'm obsessed with, so feel free to follow my lead and visualize an older McAvoy and Fassbender playing these parts. Also, call it an AU where Charles never went bald because I just can't picture a bald James McAvoy, it hurts my
It's been a long day, and Charles is tired, paying little attention to his surroundings as he steers the wheelchair into his bedroom. No one else at the mansion today knows the significance of this date, this twisted version of an anniversary, and that somehow only makes it harder to forget it himself. But he's going to bed now, the anniversary is over. When he wakes it'll be just another day, just a day
In his distraction, he doesn't sense Erik's presence until the instant before he catches sight of him in the c
Memories.Memories.5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I stand alone beside my window,staring out at the backyard of the school.
Look at them so happy. Her red hair shining in the sun.
That bastard gets in my way.
His stupid red sunglasses blinding me.
I growl while mouthing,"Move."
He actually does.
Seems he can do something right.I smirk slightly at the thought.
Now, I sigh as I continue to stare at Jean. I get a weird feeling at the pit of my stomach. Memories return to me. She reminds me of someone in my childhood.
I frown, narrowing my eyes. I start picturing that beautiful Irish Rose. Funny enough, her name was really Rose. I picture Scott as Smitty. Chuck was right, history does repeat it's self.
I ask myself why. Why do I put myself in these situations? Oh! She saw me. Her smile turns into a sad expression. She looks away, as so do I. I must look pathetic. My frown widens as I lower my head into my hands. She can see right through me. Probably reading my thoughts at this very moment. I growl louder,digging my fingers into my face w
The Brotherhood's DynamicsThe Brotherhood's Dynamics5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
THE GROUP DYNAMICS OF X-MEN: EVOLUTION'S BROTHERHOOD
We cannot choose our family. They are random people and personalities that we have to learn to deal with and grow to love. But a lot of teenagers feel stronger relations to their friends. Adolescence is when we rebel and find out who we are among people that don't automatically love us just for existing. Friends accept you for who you are without the genetic obligation, and many friendships feel like family. But there's something about not being able to choose the people you interact with that makes for strong ties. It's the type of thing you see the army: soldiers don't fight for their country, they fight for each other, and the like. X-men: Evolution's Brotherhood of Mutants is almost an exaggeration of the friends as family concept. They may not all be blood related, but they didn't have much of a choice in living together. They become friends and settle into individual roles
Slayers Vignettes IIISilly Slayers Vignettes IIISlayers Vignettes III2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In Which Filia and Xellos Go Shopping Together.
Filia picked up a gauzy, pink skirt from a rack marked "Clearance" and studied it carefully. It was hot outnearly too hot to be out in the marketplace and trying clothes onbut the deals were hotter. She could just barely feel the tiny breeze as the owner of the tent fanned herself from behind the cash register, watching in case anyone tried to make off with her wares.
The skirt was cute. There was no way to deny that. Filia just wondered why it seemed like everything these days had to be so short and sheer. What's more, it was getting harder and harder to find slips these days to cover for the translucent quality of popular fabrics. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why clothing that you could see through in full sunlight was the "in" thing right now. It was probably a sign that her teachers at the temple hadn't been completely wrong when they said the world outside the templ
X-men Evolution: A Tale of Two Animals, Chapter 1A Tale of AnimalsX-men Evolution: A Tale of Two Animals, Chapter 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
A new mutant arrives at the institute and Logan can't tell who, but the kid reminds him of someone, and what happens when Laura/X-23 meets the mystery mutant?
Aburameclanhead: So it looks like you all get the honor of viewing my first fanfic. I'll be introducing an oc of mine paired with a personal favorite character, X-23. Slight Storm/Wolverine. Maybe others.
Logan: If this is perverted kid, I swear I'll….
Aburameclanhead: Chill Lo, now onto the story while I run from a pissed off Wolverine.
It was the middle of the night and snowing unusually hard. Logan was already up from a flashback of when he got his adamantium bones. He heard a loud banging coming from the entrance hall doors. "Who would be out in this?" he thought. As he opened the door he could just barely make-out an unconscious body on the snow filled porch.
"Hey kid, KID!" Logan rushed the half-frozen teenager to the med-room and went to
Oliver x Female ReaderTaking short breaths, your running pace started to slow down steadily as you jogged on the sidewalk. While jogging, you turned around to see if they were still following you or not. Well, since you didn't see any of those three boys persuing you, perhaps that you were safe. Your pace continued to slow down and eventually you decided to go ahead and walk.Oliver x Female Reader3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You gave a huge sigh of relief; three bullies decided to chase after teasingly after school, and you had no choice but to flee to wherever you could. They didn't go to your school but seemed to consistantly pester you everyday somehow. "They're just one of those stupid street gangs or something," you whispered softly, glancing down at your shoes. "Always looking for trouble."
The scent of salty water filled your nostrils, and the sound of crashing waves caused you to look back upwards; the ocean was very close by. You decided to go ahead and idle around on the beach since your parents wouldn't be getting off of work anytime soon. Howev
VOCALOID SynchronicitySynchronicityVOCALOID Synchronicity5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There is a realm which lives in constant fear of an evil dragon that lives on its outskirts. The dragon is not only evil, but also pretty much all-powerful, so you don't want to cross it...ever. Because of the dragon's influence over the realm, the kingdom's main religion is "dragonism", also known as the Draconic faith. In general, though, the dragon leaves the kingdom in peace, with one small exception. He demands that a young girl be brought to his cave, for him to keep as his prisoner. That girl is forced to sing and dance for him, until she starves to death or collapses from exhaustion. A new "Dragon Diva" is selected whenever one dies. This is pretty much the only thing the dragon demands of the kingdom, so in general, the country's people are more than happy to get the heck out of his way when he's choosing his next victim, or even openly help him, if it means that he'll refrain from wreaking any other kind of havoc on their realm. This is the s
Meeting the Living Laser It was a fine sunny day in New York, the perfect atmosphere to enjoy the view on Lexie's apartment's roof. It was high enough to where she didn't have to deal with the noise down below; the still silence did her good. She just stood there, looking out into the distance, reflecting on the exciting year this 19-year-old had went through. Peacefully shutting her eyes, she drew in a deep breath of the fresher air New York had to offer. Finally, she had a chance for some downtime.Meeting the Living Laser5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, a zap and a blinding flash of light snapped Lexie out of her peaceful state. She screamed and drew back, nearly losing her balance on the edge of the roof, causing her to yell more. The figure that made the flash stepped toward her, reaching out, to make sure she didn't fall over. Lexie saved herself from falling, and heard a voice call out to her, "Hey, careful--don't be sca'red, I'm no't gonna hurt you."
Lexie stared at the figure in awe. Was that an angel? No,
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everyone has heard of Angels and Demons. Despite the ancient Pact, which suggested that they would have to always get along, they are just too different. Their wars shake the Earth, rattle the stars of Heaven and boil the magma hidden within Hell. And, unless the Inbetween step in, the Divine and Cursed beings will bring us to the end of the world.
The Inbetween are the peace keepers among these beings. Where Angels are pure good and Demons ultimate evil, an untainted Inbetween has no choice but to be neutral. When tainted, an Inbetween is a deadly force for whichever side they have joined. However, the only way to taint one is to either have them gaze upon a Divine being or have them meet the eyes of a heavily-tainted mortal.
Once, long ago, there was the War of the Angels. This was an Earth-shaking event, though it didn't actually happen on the Earth. The War of Angels, which was Angels versus Demons, occurred in the Inbetween. The Inbetween is somewhere in the middle, roughly
Monochrome?I was your first.Monochrome?1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The slippers that never took you to Oz. The mittens that never kept you warm. The lips that never found yours, and the blood that trickled when you realised they never would.
I was pain. I was anger. I was the hurt, the splash of emotion in a monochrome crowd. The slippers you outgrew, and the mittens that unravelled when you tried to wear them.
And I was memory. I was the pool clinging to your hair when you realised that Oz was never real. I was your eternal home as you went down the aisle, and I was the scarred wrist that gave you the mittens one last time. I was the slippers on the feet of your smallest child, wondering why I was the only thing worth seeing.
In the end, I was the only thing you saw.
I was red.
Snow-girlShe is ice-cold, my snow-girl. Ice-cold, and snow-white, as beautiful as the frost-rimed spiderswebs lacing our tree. Ice-cold.Snow-girl2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wrapped her in my coat - see? - but still she holds the Winter in her heart, clings to the ice and the snow and the frost and the steel-surgical-blue of the sky, blue as her eyes (roll back her eyelids, see for yourself. As blue as betrayal, my snow-girl's eyes), and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my asking.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck three times (you see? Three. Three is lucky. Three threes is magic, but my scarf is not that long), but still she holds the ice and the snow and the frost at the heart of her and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my pleading.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck, and I covered her feet (you see? Such tiny feet, my snow-girl has. So small. Like doll's feet, china-white), but still she holds the Winter in the heart of her, and she will not wake and
Maybe I ShouldI remember what you said.Maybe I Should1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything about wanting me dead.
I do no understand
How this you can demand:
Useless. Futile. Weak.
Death you should seek!
I remember what you said.
Every mean thing floats in my head.
All of that cruel jest
You were the best.
Creature and demon.
Filth can't be human!
Me they torment
Just to vent.
All I can even think to say:
I never asked to be this way.
The Fall OutStirred from the sound of rain, I sleepily raise my headThe Fall Out3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be greeted by the sultry pink dawn seeking me--
the first sign of sunlight in three days,
Or has it been more?
Yet, the storm that woke me brews in the next room.
The unsteady splashing against the floor tiles somehow
clashes nicely with the morning birds and traffic below.
I imagine him: vulnerable and naked,
intentionally away from me.
I roll over turning from the welcoming light of morning
facing a dim walled room as I close my eyes attempting
to remain asleep looking--
Anything to avoid our averted eyes.
These moments pass painfully slow,
more so than the throbbing in my head.
I yank the comforter over me in spite of the warm may weather.
At last, the shower ceases.
I hear the fumble of a belt buckle and feel the light from the bathroom
wash over my eyelids
as he enters our room, hesitantly.
My breathing is shallow and wavering as
I feel knots in my stomach uncomfortably tighten.
I wish I were truly asleep.
Matryoshka lyrics ENG. ASHEEins, zwei, dreiMatryoshka lyrics ENG. ASHE3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stupid message is way over-planned
Delivered or not, I just don't give a damn
Pretty sure I've always been this way
Just one crazy, patch-work Matryoshka
Headaches make this shit flow from my brain
Time's moving on, but the clock reads the same
I'd prefer it that this not get around
Folks don't like to hear that the world is upside-down
Ah, I'm broken
Or that's what they'd like to tell me anyway
I wanna know what's
Deep deep down inside
Heey hey, could you maybe play it again?
Kalinka? Malinka? Snapping the bowstring
Tell me, tell me, what should I do?
This feeling's kinda pulled one over me
Loud and clearly, 524
Freud? Keloid? Strike the piano
Soon you'll laugh at e-ve-ry-thing
Dancing faster like an idiot with me
Clap-clap-clapping our childish hands
Try to keep a beat we don't understand
And I can't be asked to give a rat's A
Weather's getting colder, colder every day
Anata to watashi de randebuu?
Randebuu? (hora) randebuu?
Ara ma tondetta abanchuuru?
Meeting Ant Man "Oh-my-gosh!" Lexie jumped back in fright from the window, the hovering wasp outside startling her. The insect had no means of getting inside the laboratory as long as the window stayed shut, but Lexie kept her distance from it anyway, her eyes tracking it and waiting for it to leave.Meeting Ant Man5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's not going to hurt you." A young man told her casually as he stepped through the doorway to the lab, "I actually think it's pretty interesting to observe."
Lexie tried to shake her jitters as she greeted him, "Sorry--I just have this hang-up about...bees and such...I'm Lexie. Mr. Stark brought me with him to meet Dr. Pym and see some of his projects."
The man smiled at her, "I'm glad you've taken an interest in my work. Not many people care about the science behind 'cool gadgets' anymore." Lexie straightened up with a new uneasiness. That's Dr. Henry Pym, one the greatest minds on the planet? She pictured him to be older, more experienced
separatedseparated10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
red on black eyes
my temptation in disguise
crimson-touched brown hair
i can't seem to resist when you stare
and the one thing i must do
is resist you
Abuse: Another Story Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,Abuse: Another Story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He looked the same as every other person on the street. He did not have a scruffy, dangerous look. He did not contain an aura of evil or darkness. The conformity of him never would have attracted a second look. He hid in plain sight. He gained trust of everyone. No one suspected. No ever did. Especially not him. How could he be? He could be trusted.
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
It always happened in the fringe. Always when no one looked. Always when none would suspect. They came to trust him as all do. He had the patience that spanned months, years even. Countless he took and used. Countless he touched and bruised. Not a word they spoke for the shame and fear crushed them. His ever present shadow terrified them. Even if they dared worked up the courage, his silent threats kept them toeing the invisible line.
Why Does the Caged Bird Sing?Why Does the Caged Bird Sing?Why Does the Caged Bird Sing?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perhaps a tricky raven would seek to charm his captor.
Singing tomes and volumes followed up with laughter.
He would try to lull them into, a deep and priceless glee,
so in their mirth they'd celebrate, and set the raven free.
Or maybe a vivid peacock would wish with all his might,
For his colours bright and beautiful to spin such a lovely sight.
By singing of his beauty, for all the room to hear,
He would persuade the beastly jailer, and forever disappear.
Certainly a seagull, would want to remain caged.
With seed and water given freely, he would grow well plump and aged.
When reaching his own timely end, with not a worry or a care,
even though he never saw what lay in the world he missed out there.
Or last a peaceful dove, who only wants to please.
Her singing speaks of a better world, that brings the trapper to his knees.
She wouldn't want to argue, for the end of fighting she'd implore.
Trapping herself in her innocence, to be caged foreverm
Too late_.Too late_.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I waited too long that the autumn leaves
changed into all the colours they possibly
could and cluttered the streets.
The bitter crackling noises quietly
mocked me as I walked over the
leaves, crushing them into tinier pieces.
Winter's blizzards were no match
for the frostbite that punctured my
Dare I say, without your love
my heart felt colder than snow. Even
the snowman was better off and he
had no soul.
As bright and arduous
as the summer sun,
its heat waves cannot melt away the
feelings I had grown towards you.
In a battered, old box, I had
stored the countless handwritten letters
that I had never intended to give.
It's too late now to even give it a second
thought. But they haunt me, and remind
me of how I feel.
Time has played its tricks
as the days turned into weeks
and the weeks
turned into months
months progressed on to a year.
It is still a mystery, how time
escaped itself fro