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moonbaby26 · 3 years

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Title: The Battle

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from last chapter. Set during X-Men: Age of Apocalypse, you and the others fly to Cairo to confront Apocalypse and his soldiers in an attempt to rescue Xavier.

Warnings: Apocalypse being a leg breaking, hero strangling jerk. Characters fighting for their lives, but bookended with fluff from Peter x Reader pairing.

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You’d at least gotten to clean up somewhat. Earlier as Hank and the new woman you’d just met, Moira, had worked on readying the jet, you’d found some bit of helpful supplies. Clean rags to wipe off the blood, and bandages that’d you’d hurriedly applied to your shallow claw wounds.

All the remnants of your restraints were gone, and your old, torn clothes you’d just tossed in favor of the thin jumpsuit and lightly armored black flight suit over the top of it. You all wore these suits, commandeered with this experimental jet now rumbling beneath you as you shot off to Cairo together.

There was silence for a good while, after some initial nervous chatter and joking from the others. It would have been too easy to fill this quiet with any of the myriad of questions still rushing through your brain, but you really had just listened and little more when they’d filled you in earlier with the gist of what they’d learned.

All that really mattered was that the Professor was being held captive by a seemingly omnipotent mutant. One that had now declared war on all and recruited his own powerful soldiers. This was a rescue mission, with likely all your lives at stake.

You leaned your head back, wondering if anyone else would really even know or care what had happened to you if you never came back from this.

The escape from Stryker’s lab had been life threatening as well of course, but it was so different when it’d just been one thing after another. Events unfolding too quickly to really develop any sense of dread, it’d been all adrenaline and luck really.

But even in a jet like this, flying all the way to Egypt was more than just a skip and a jump. It was well enough time to dwell on your own inexperience and shortcomings, to wonder if this was the last time you’d ever do anything at all.

“Hey,” Peter’s voice was quiet, just to you, as you glanced over, having been mired only in your own thoughts until that moment.

He was sitting beside you, both of you strapped in these jump seats that ran along both sides of the jet. Vaguely you realized the others had started talking once more as well then. Maybe that was why he felt more comfortable speaking to you again now.

He hadn’t addressed you directly since you’d reunited with the others. Though you wouldn’t blame him if he was just as nervous as you were deep down. But from his self deprecating jokes in front of your friends earlier, about still living at home with his mother, he would at least seem better at hiding fear if he did have any.

“Hey,” You answered back reflexively, looking at him fully again.

“So uh....” He was chewing a piece of gum, as if some part of him still had to stay in motion in order to remain comfortable. “That car, that was pretty sweet. That yours or what?”

Honestly it took you a very long, awkward pause before you could piece together any idea of what he was referring to. But being that you’d only known him since literally just earlier today, there wasn’t anything else he could possibly mean. “The yellow convertible?” You questioned anyway, not really surprised by much of anything now.

“Yeah, I mean, I take the road if there is one. I saw you guys on the way to the house,” He answered, still offering a little explanation regardless. “Looked like you knew what you were doing though.” There was a more sheepish grin emerging. “I was going to stop and say hey I guess. But then I saw the, you know, fireball coming out the house and all, had to go see what that was about. Save everybody or whatever...” He trailed off after a bit, maybe realizing that you were just letting him ramble.

It reminded you of how you’d acted with him during the whole lab fiasco. He seemed the more confident one down there, while you got easily flustered. You really wondered if having your friends here now was making the difference. As if he was more unsure of himself when there was a potential audience to hear what you might say back to him.

It was interesting, getting to put more of those pieces together, or at least starting to be able to when it came to him. For putting on the display of an extrovert, and if you could finally admit it, even him being an outright flirt, you felt more and more sure that that was only skin deep really. That was just the outer layer he protected himself with.

“It was one of the Professor’s cars,” You smiled genuinely, probably the first one since they’d told you where you were going in this jet and why. “We were on our way back from the mall.”

That warmth from you seemed to ease him back into his normal tone, maybe a slight relief in him that you didn’t find it off putting that he’d already taken notice of you before you even knew he was anywhere around.

“Oh, mallrat, huh?” He quipped, “I can picture that.”

He was teasing, but you gave it right back. “There is no way you can tell me that you don’t end up in music stores wherever you live, like a lot.” You hadn’t forgotten his band t-shirt after all. You thought you’d seen him putting away headphones at some point too. “And that leather jacket and pants you had? Come on, that didn’t come from some bargain clothes rack.”

You might have had him for just a moment there. Just a flicker of surprise in his eyes to know you really had paid him that much attention, before he retorted, “Hey, what’s the point of a fast car if it has no style, right?”

“Says the guy who most people can’t even see until he slows down.” But you were purposeful to make clear in your tone that that wasn’t an insult at all, just continuing a little more bravely afterward, “Though their loss I guess.”

There was no mistake then, he really did pause. You could feel the slightest bit of heat in your face again, but you were not about to take that back. Not when you didn’t even know what was really awaiting you all at the end of this flight.

And you were still the next one to speak, that resolve remaining. “If we make it out of this, maybe you can come with me back over there to our mall. Help me pick out some new stuff.” You tried not to make it sound funny, but on some cosmic level it still was. “Seeing as how my room and everything I owned was incinerated and all.”

“Deal.” He said immediately. Only a little afterward seeming to realize that maybe he sounded a bit too eager. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “I mean, I’m pretty good at Ms. Pac Man too. They have an arcade, right?”

“Yes.” You answered, trying not to look too amused, and going along with him to help him feel more comfortable. “I can’t say I’m actually any good, but they do have a Flash Gordon pinball machine I always play. And a couple of air hockey tables. That’s my go-to.” No question with his speed that he would likely annihilate you on both. But the idea of being in a much simpler, safer place like that with him some day was a pleasant one right now.

“Oh yeah. I can show you a thing or two.” He was clearly back in his element then, looking smug once more.

“I’m sure you will.” You could only wonder if the god complex mutant and his lackeys you were now off to go challenge would have any idea that in the back of your mind you’d now be dreaming of a simple date in an arcade as extra motivation to get back home in one piece.

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It wasn’t long before things had started spiraling in quick succession again. You’d all arrived in Cairo to find it essentially destroyed, save for what this fake god had already erected in monument to himself. A huge pyramid in the style of the ancient Egyptians, one he’d taken Xavier hostage inside.

It hadn’t been clear though how much of the destruction was done by this mutant, and how much had actually been at Magneto’s hands as it was with more shock that you’d found him in the middle of this as well. Now serving this apocalyptic mutant.

You knew enough about Magneto to both fear and respect him. Even though his history with the Professor went back so many years, Erik Lehnsherr as he was actually named was always more on the side of peace through violence. While Xavier preached ideals of tolerance and education for regular humans to one day accept mutant kind, Magneto thought them incapable of such, and had no qualms on preemptive strikes against non mutants as well as eye for an eye type vengeance.

But even for Magneto this seemed surprising. He would really just give Xavier up this way? As you’d gotten closer, Jean had sensed that Apocalypse (what you were now calling the new enemy in your own mind) intended to take over the Professor’s body, possessing him permanently to gain access to his mind control powers and become basically omniscient. He’d be unstoppable with everyone as his puppets then. Free will would cease to exist.

“You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid!” Raven called back to all of you as the jet was landing. “Get Charles and I’ll take care of Erik.”

You’d snapped back to attention at the orders, and you saw that Peter was suddenly at her side.

He looked so focused all at once, “I can get you in there,” He told her, referring to the debris field of broken buildings and all else now churning, stuck in a huge magnetic orb with Magneto at its center. When she didn’t look sure, he continued quickly. “I came here for him, let me help you.”

Raven nodded to Peter then in agreement, knowing there was no time for more back and forth. “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here!”

You too knew what was at stake, there was no reason to argue, even if there still must have been concern on your face. You didn’t understand Peter’s change and sudden fixation on Magneto.

But it was only Kurt that spoke up immediately, yelling back to Raven and Peter, “We’re not leaving without you!”

Peter looked back at that, “Don’t worry.” In fact, you realized he was looking directly to you for one moment. “We’ll catch up.”

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While Peter had sped Raven out of sight to try and reason with Magneto, Moira had stayed with the jet and Hank had come with you, Scott, Jean, and Kurt.

But as you all ran along the rubble, trying to make your way to the pyramid, it hadn’t been but moments until you encountered Apocalypse’s other soldiers, mutants set on stopping you all from interfering by any means necessary.

A tall, blonde man with wings made out of metal, a ninja seeming woman with a pinkish purple energy she could wield from her hand like a blade even while also carrying a katana, and a girl nearer your own age with stark white hair and seemingly the most power out of the three as she’d flown right towards you throwing lightning bolts from her hands.

You’d had no choice but to split up. Which you were sure was what they’d wanted even as you’d chosen to try and take the white haired girl’s attention. You didn’t really want to find out what would happen if one of those bolts struck you directly, but you could guess you had the best chance of anyone to maybe absorb some of it in your energy form.

You’d immediately powered up, glowing white as she’d chased you around the sky, both of you darting and flying in some kind of bizarre dog fight.

Your heart had been racing though, no amount of training at the mansion could actually prepare you for dueling with someone who actually wished to harm you. Everything to this point had just been about learning to control your powers, maybe even firing an energy blast at a dummy or paper target or two. But you’d never tried to hurt anyone. Not on purpose.

“Why are you helping him!?” You yelled out to her, swerving again as she tried to get close enough to you to land a hit. You generated an orb of light energy from one hand, letting it destabilize before you threw it towards her. It collapsed into itself, exploding to make a shockwave through the air that pushed her back again.

“He’s going to make it so we never have to hide what we are again!” She growled back in frustration, steadying herself in the air before her eyes hazed over into solid white.

You doubted that could be good, and of course it wasn’t as she raised her arms, a tornado like blast of wind then trying to knock you from the sky. You were able to shield yourself somewhat with your force fields, but the barrage of debris and wreckage that came with the winds made it too difficult to keep track of her as she did nearly land a direct lightning strike then.

“You’re wrong!” You yelled back, even as you felt numb and disoriented briefly, like the electricity surge was messing with your own energy. “He’s just using all of you! He only wants slaves, nothing more! And you’re just going to hand us all to him!”

She didn’t answer back after that, but you knew it wasn’t as if you could change anyone’s mind for them. She’d have to live with her own choices, just as you’d have to live with yours.

After a good while of this tit for tat though, you were really trying to take her out of the sky at last, knowing you needed to find and help the others as this had already been going on for far too long. You started trying to get her in the chest with white energy beam after energy beam shooting from your hands. She was fast, but you were able to at least get her in one shoulder at last as she spun with the force, losing altitude quickly with the hit.

Even as she fell, you could see her already correcting course though, trying to take aim at you again as she glared upwards.

But you didn’t get to see what happened next. A three fingered hand grasped your left arm suddenly from thin air, and then you were collapsing onto the floor of the jet you’d come here in.

“Gotcha, time to go!” Kurt spoke quickly as you looked to him in surprise, that strange burning smell hanging in the air briefly that always accompanied his teleporting. It was as instant a feeling as moving with Peter, but thankfully without the subsequent vertigo as you stood quickly, powering down, even as you were already looking around for the speedster.

With relief you did see Jean cradling the Professor’s head as they sat on the floor, Xavier unconscious but still breathing. But you did not see Peter or Raven.

Moira and Hank were already firing up the jet engines and you grabbed hold to the wall as you felt the craft quickly rising. “What about Peter and Raven?” You called out over the noise of the turbines spooling up faster and faster.

“We’ll have to trust them to figure it out, we’ve got to get Charles out of here now!” Hank answered back, leaving no room for debate.

You felt an unease building in your stomach, but it was true that if Apocalypse got Xavier, that Peter, Raven, or anyone else would then no longer matter anyway. At least for now you could hope Peter would just take Raven and run somewhere far from here. Xavier and Jean could use their psychic abilities to find them later and you could reunite.

But a hard thud above you left you all looking upward as the jet rattled.

“What the hell was that!?” Moira called out.

As soon as you saw that pinkish energy blade emerging through the jet’s hull, you had already powered up again, glowing and ready to shield the others as best you could. Apocalypse’s soldiers were proving too difficult to shake.

Yet Jean had other plans, “Everyone, grab onto Kurt!” She yelled.

You didn’t know what altitude you were already at, but you knew it wasn’t a survivable one for the jet itself if it was ditched now. Yet a fight in this close of quarters with all your powers would likely end in the same result. So her choice wasn’t as irrational as it first seemed.

You reached one hand quickly back, firmly grabbing onto Kurt’s shoulder, even as you kept your other hand raised towards where the metal winged mutant and the blade wielding woman were now trying to force their way in through the breach they’d created in the hull.

“I’ve never done it with this many people!” Kurt warned as you all held to him.

“Get us out of here!” Jean commanded, her desperation bringing out a forcefulness you hadn’t yet seen from her.

But Kurt was still straining, the sound of his opening whatever portal he used clearly heard but not bringing you anywhere as he tried several times.

The man with the metal wings jumped down into the cockpit, now just feet away as you realized what you had to do.

“Go without me!” You screamed over the rush of wind now coming through the hull breach. You let go of Kurt, making direct eye contact with Jean.

You could get out on your own. At least you were going to try. It was the only way. Kurt wasn’t able to take you all.

You felt that Jean was listening, that she heard your thoughts and that as difficult as it was, she agreed just as quickly. It was the only way.

“Do it!” She urged Kurt even through the horrified look he gave you both.

“I’m taking it down.” You also heard her voice say in your head almost simultaneously. That briefest warning to ready yourself before she willed the controls to throw the plane into a nosedive and cause Apocalypse’s soldiers to lose their footing.

The last you saw of your other friends was still their shocked and frightened expressions as they disappeared from right in front of you. But this was your only chance as well, propelling yourself as fast you could, right through the fading cloud of gas they left behind and past the now tumbling winged mutant as all your focus went to that small square of sunlight that they’d cut into the hull.

It was your one window of survival. For just the briefest moment, you felt him try to grab hold of your leg as you flew past him. But you kicked him with the other leg as hard as you could manage, breaking free into the open air as the jet plummeted on without you.

Out the corner of your eye you saw the woman had remained on the outside of the jet, but jumped free from it as well. You lost sight of her as you both fell, focusing only on trying to slow your descent to a survivable speed. It was one thing to levitate yourself up from a neutral position, and wholly another to try and control your energy field around yourself enough to reverse the terminal velocity transferred to you from being within a crashing plane.

The ground still came too fast, too hard. You blacked out on impact, laying alone in the dirt as your light energy faded, receding back inside you.

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An unknown time later, something jolted you awake. You could hear screaming as you opened your eyes. You were laying on your side. Everything hurt and you could taste blood in your mouth.

But you were already forcing yourself back up as you swallowed. Disoriented as you were, you still recognized that voice. It was Peter. He was hurt.

You were looking all around you, and it didn’t take long to see the source and reason for the screams.

Not far from you at all, Apocalypse stood in a clearing from all the rubble. Peter right beside him, half crumpled to the ground. One of Peter’s feet was encased in the earth, trapping him there like an animal in a snare. His other leg was clearly broken, twisted at a grossly unnatural angle.

You felt a foreign rage beginning to burn up inside you, but before you could even physically react you saw the woman with the katana again. Nowhere in your mind did you take any time to consider how she would look so clean and uninjured having just come from the same circumstances as you of barely escaping the crashing jet.

All you saw was her walking towards her master, sword at the ready to finish Peter.

“Stop, (Y/N)!”

Charles screaming inside your head was the only thing that kept you from revealing yourself at that moment.

“It’s Raven! I’m telling you, it’s Raven!” Even Charles was struggling to break through your flaring emotions, as he repeated himself desperately. “He’ll kill you, (Y/N)! Stay in place, I beg you!”

The Professor had never spoken to you in such a way before. You gripped onto the broken wall in front of you, still only just obscured from their view as you saw Apocalypse grab Peter by the hair, jerking the young man’s head back roughly to expose his throat to the woman.

“It’s Raven, please trust her!” Charles did not let go. You could feel him actually starting to control you even, something he had absolutely never done before, though your emotions were exploding like they also never had. He didn’t want you to make a life ending mistake.

“(Y/N), please.” He called again and you realized you were being held in place, unable to move out any further. You were forced to only watch as the woman raised her blade, Peter wincing in fear and pain beneath her as she swung it.

But it was only Apocalypse’s throat that ripped open. Yet even in your surprise, any sense of victory was still non existent. No blood poured from the wound, and it healed completely within moments as he only grabbed his supposed traitor by the neck, holding her up immediately.

Raven’s feet hung in the air while she choked, her blue skin and true appearance quickly returning as she could no longer control her disguise as Apocalypse strangled her.

And it was only then that you felt Xavier letting go of you, in his own shock as Apocalypse tried to bait him out.

“Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings!” Apocalypse challenged aloud, still dangling the now helpless Raven while Peter stayed trapped at their feet. “Give your life for theirs!”

He was going to kill her right in front of you. You powered up, knowing there was no other choice. You had to-

“No. I’m still connected to him. Let me get in his head, (Y/N), then you can go to them.” The professor spoke quickly, yet with a touch of new resolve.

“Charles! Will you do nothing?” The false god continued to bellow.

This time you listened without being forced to. You did see Apocalypse pause as if Xavier was indeed making contact. It was still an agonizing wait, but when he finally let go of Raven, you allowed yourself some shred of hope. You’d never seen anyone be able to overpower the Professor mentally, once he was fully in.

But that hope was also short lived as just moments later Apocalypse raised his hand abruptly. At will he dissolved the outer wall of a nearby building. You could see Scott and Hank then exposed, themselves just as surprised and staring out. But you knew it could only mean that Apocalypse had used Xavier’s connection against him just that quickly to root out his hiding place.

This could be the end then. You resigned yourself that the only choice was to die fighting if that is what it had to be. But you weren’t as alone as you thought.

As Apocalypse had left Peter and Raven behind, now striding confidently to his prize, two massive steel beams suddenly shot into his path. They buried themselves into the ground, crossing into an X to block him.

You looked back into the sky, glad in this single moment that you had been right about at least one thing. Magneto wouldn’t give Xavier up in the end. Not without bloodshed anyway.

“You betray me?” Apocalypse asked, already turning to deal with Erik instead.

“No. I betrayed them.” Magneto unleashed hell then, every bit of metal he could pull shooting towards Apocalypse in an unending assault as the other raised a shield that incinerated each and every piece as it hit. But doing so clearly taxed him, allowing the perfect moment for the rest of you to join the battlefield.

You got to Peter almost simultaneously as Hank got to Raven. You and Beast were clearly in the same mindset of getting the injured out of the immediate firefight before you would join in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, the Professor froze me,” You spoke in quick apology to Peter, using a small energy blast to break up the earth that had been hardened around his trapped foot. Once cracked, you broke the rest of it free just with your fingers.

He was obviously surprised, grateful, and maybe even confused all at once as you gently lifted him with the help of your powers. You wrapped his arm around your shoulders, trying to mind his broken leg as you helped support him while gliding over to a safer spot some distance away.

“Stay here.” You spoke, sitting him down so his back was against a mostly still standing wall to shelter them.

Hank was sitting Raven down in the same manner beside him as Peter suddenly spoke up to you. “Wait.”

You were still crouched in front of him, you’d been about to stand back up when his hand went around the back of your neck and pulled you in closer.

Before you could register anything else, you felt his lips press against yours. It was a bit harsh, desperate even, and then it was over just as fast as you pulled back in surprise.

“In case we don’t ever get to make it to that arcade,” he responded to your shocked expression that was still evident even in your energy form like this.

You took a breath, now was not the time for verbalizing any of this. But you wanted to show you agreed with the sentiment. You leaned back in, kissing him yourself for one longer moment, one hand gently cupping the side of his face before you stood back up. He allowed the contact readily and you could only wonder what it felt like to him when you were enveloped in light like this.

Hank and Raven just gave you both the most confused of looks, but nothing was said as you and Beast had then rushed back off to throw yourselves into the fight.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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manyfictionsmusings · 3 years

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Pull Me Like A Ripcord

Summary:

This story takes place immediately after the events of X-Men Apocalypse, where Peter decides against going back to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, despite seeking his father’s attention prior. This fic will just be growing and “mutating” as I write but promising lots of Dad/son angst, hurt/comfort etc.

Chapter 1: AfterEffects

As naïve as it was, Peter had hoped Erik would somehow realize he was his son, now that idea seemed cold and stupid. Why would Erik magically know who he was? He wasn’t Charles, a mind reader, and this wasn’t a fantasy kingdom where the orphan got his father in the end of the story.

Peter pulled his legs up to his chest, or at least he would have if he could have moved his shattered knee, the pain, coupled with the emotional turmoil of the long day sent him easily to tears. He wasn’t used to losing, he wasn’t used to being physically injured. The finale of the Egyptian battle had seen the x-men triumph, but Peter himself had lost…lost another chance to connect with Erik, if only he’d been able to get the better of the Immortal it might have impressed his father enough to take note of him, but instead if it hadn’t been for Raven’s distractions, the Beast’s strength and his own father’s shift in loyalties, he would have been just another victim in the note book of Apocalypse.

Peter drew a shaky breath, trying to force the events to wash over him, normally things didn’t bother him, but the last few months he’d changed, the others here at the school, or what was left of the school…he didn’t want to call them family but that’s what they felt like to him. It scared him and it was too much to hope for, he’d been disappointed to many times to open up like that. Which was why he’d told Beast to take him to a regular hospital in Cairo and he’d make his own way home once he was healed.

Beast had had his reservations about it, leaving the scrawny, pale kid who’d been with them since he’d saved literally everyone at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters seemed a shitty way to repay him, but he’d finally consented to it, only after Peter had gotten angry and started yelling.

He felt lonely now, in the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube in his nose and his injured leg casted and hoisted by a sling, a thousand miles from anyone he knew, but the pain was reminding him of his failures as one of the x-men and the isolation served to remind him why he didn’t bother with people, especially his father.

They always left. Or were never there to begin with.

He deserved this.

“You don’t deserve any of this, Peter.”

Peter jolted, startled for only a second by the gentle voice, there was only one person it could be, to know what precisely he was thinking. He hurriedly wiped tears off his face before Charles came any closer.

“I told Beast I was fine. I don’t want anyone wasting any more time on me.”

“Beast didn’t tell your secret, but I was worried about you, Peter. You think I was going to just leave Egypt without you? I wouldn’t leave here without any of you.” Charles stepped closer, softly he took his hand and squeezed gently. “You all mean so much to me. I owe you my life, Peter.”

He removed his hand and crossed his arms. “I didn’t do anything, if…if Erik hadn’t stepped in, we all would have been killed-including you.”

Charles glanced towards the monitors attached to the young man, before his eyes roamed across the physical state of Peter, in contemplation. “It was a group effort; it took all of us.” He finally spoke after a moment of hesitation. “I know you seek his attention and yet you’re afraid of it…Lehnsherr is coming back with us to New York, he’s going to help me rebuild the institution.”

Peter glanced up, his eyes reflecting a youthful hope the professor hadn’t seen for some time. “I thought he left.”

Charles shook his head. “It’s a way to…perhaps earn his attention, little by little anyway. What do you think? Will you return with me?”

Peter grimaced. “I’m not in great shape professor, encase you haven’t noticed. I might swing in when I’m up and around.”

Charles raised an eyebrow. “I know all your pains, I’m sorry. I put your life in such horrific danger-”

“I came along on the mission of my own free will, no one forced me,” Peter interrupted.

Charles gripped his shoulder suddenly with an assertive intention. “Let me oversee your recovery, Maximoff, please, it’s the least I can do. I won’t leave here until you agree to be transferred to a hospital in New York, preferably close to Salem Center. You don’t have to be bothered by anyone from the school. But knowing you aren’t in Egypt would put my mind at ease.”

Peter sighed, he was feeling it again, the warm sensation that made him relaxed and somehow extremely uncomfortable at the same time. Family was something he would never be able to hold on to. He was going to mess it up, he knew that. He could already feel the threads slipping between pale, desperate, grasping fingers. But in the meantime, Charles cared about him enough to hunt him down in one of many Cairo hospitals, and he’d checked in under an alias. The professor cared enough to come back, or had he never left in the first place? His caring nature was beyond consolation to Peter’s broken, cold body, so comforting in fact he felt tears welling up again!

He sniffled and hurriedly wiped his brow before their return, nodding. “I’ll come with you.”

Professor Xavier had kept his word, medically and financially he’d arranged for everything to be taken care of, transporting Peter from Cairo to New York. He’d also arranged for him to have his own private room in Sheeran Hospital—a private hospital in upstate New York, forty-five miles from the current disaster of Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters.

Over the next two weeks physically Peter’s injuries slowly healed but mentally he felt wrecked beyond compare. He started having reoccurring nightmares that he couldn’t run; his ability had been fractured when the monstrosity had snapped his leg like a twig under his boot. In the dream he was trying to run away from someone, his first thought was that it was Apocalypse but a couple nights later he realized it was just a shadowy figure, one he could never outrun. Each time he fell, immobilized as pain shot through his leg, the sound of his own bones crunching reverberated in his ears, just as it had that day.

The nurses had unfortunately taken note of his mood, though Peter hadn’t put much effort into hiding his grim attitude, he’d slipped in a snarky remark about getting some extra drugs for an overdose. The nurse didn’t find his dark humor amusing and Charles suspiciously showed up the very next day.

He didn’t say much at first, just sat near Peter’s bed, looking out the enormous rectangle window that looked west, on a glowing sunset. “You have a good view though,” he finally spoke.

Peter pursed his lips. “I do appreciate your hospitality Professor, but I’m fine, you don’t have to check in on me. Just... really bored here you know, I don’t think I’ve ever stayed in one place this long…it’s wearing on me, I feel weird being at this speed.”

Charles turned his chair to face him, hands in his pockets, yet concern on his features. “Must be very uncomfortable to be forced to slow down. How’s physical therapy going?”

Peter avoided the older man’s gaze for some reason and snorted. “I mean it’s slow, I’m not the patience type or a patient for that matter…”

Charles nodded. “But the sooner you’re hobbling around, the sooner I can get you out of here.”

“And take me where?” Maximoff snipped with his signature deep-set frown.

Charles chuckled, “You’d be surprised what several telekinetic mutants can accomplish when it comes to construction. The east wing is already rebuilt, for now we’re using it for sleeping quarters. It’s a little crowded but…”

“…Anything is better than the smell of hospital?” Peter finished, trying to keep his mind in constant motion—moving from thought to thought. He didn’t know how much the professor knew about what he was thinking but Xavier had already noted his inward conception about seeking Erik’s attention in Egypt, so his guess was he was an open book, but Peter’s thoughts could be about as fast as his movement when we wanted them to be. “Well sounds like I need to hit therapy harder, if you’re actually going to get me out of here.”

As much as Peter didn’t intend to be shambling around a cramped wing in the school, Charles’ visit served to kick him in the butt about getting out of Sheeran soon, regardless of where he went afterward. And if he was being honest, he had never planned to go back to the school, though he also wasn’t ready to face his reasoning for not returning there.

No one was going to miss him, well not the one person that mattered, because he couldn’t even see Peter for who he was. A new plan had quickly formulated—get his leg in good enough shape to slip off before Charles came back for him and circumvent the entire situation altogether.

The nightmares continued to plague him, as day after day he added a little weight to the tender broken leg, between tears and a lump that had formed on his lip from how many times he had bit it to deal with the pain, he started making it all the way through the routes the therapist had set up for him. Once he realized he could make it to the end of the routine he had to mentally stop himself from trying out his true speed. He continually checked himself, forced himself to be normal, move slowly. He embraced the pain wholly, promising himself a whole box of Lemonheads when he got out of here.

A week and two days after Charles’ visit, Peter decided he was going. He’d woke up from his worst nightmare by far, clutching his throat, covered in sweat, his heart was beating hard enough his chest ached. His leg was throbbing with shadow pain from Apocalypse breaking it, only in this dream he hadn’t been saved before the giant mutant had slit his throat and tossed him aside like trash. His father hadn’t even noticed or cared.

Peter swallowed painfully, still tracing his fingers across the smooth, blanched flesh of his neck as he slipped out of bed. His x-men costume had been lost somewhere in the shuffle, or maybe the professor had taken it, either way Charles had been kind enough to replace it with his current pajamas and a change of clothing. Not the usual silver tinted clothing but considering he still wasn’t up to his Quicksilver speed, it seemed fitting to pull on the dark blue jeans and faded orange hoodie. Peter sighed in comfort at the velvety worn state of both items as they contacted his skin, though he tried to ignore how billowy the clothes were on him, he’d lost a significant amount of weight since Egypt—which the nurses had been lecturing him over—but what could you expect when there was only hospital food and no snacks to be seen.

Next Peter attempted to calm his silvery hair, by brushing his fingers through it repeatedly, which only seemed to make it worse. Between the wild shock of hair and the dark rimmed eyes, his reflection looked ghostly, coupled with the dim hospital lighting.

Peter exhaled calmly before grabbing the only items that had made it back with him from Egypt, his googles and his earphones, he stuck one of the foreign crutches under each armpit and silently slipped out of Sheeran Hospital…

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xaviersrpg · 3 years

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PETER MAXIMOFF, son of Magneto and sister to Wanda Maximoff, has the ability to think and move at superhuman speed. He also has enhanced strength and stamina. He is able to run beyond speed of light, accomplish feats such as creating cyclones out of pure speed, and run up walls and above bodies of water. His ability to think faster than the average person sees that his personality and everyday life is pretty chaotic; he has a reputation for stealing things, tends to hoard food, and even has a fanclub of students at Xavier’s School who would—most likely—come running at his beck and call.

Peter still hasn’t told Erik he’s his father yet, not even after the fight between Apocalypse and the X-Men in Egypt. He’s working as a teaching assistant at Xavier’s School after deciding to stick around and remain part of the X-Men, and it’s safe to say the kids are a big fan—especially when it’s his turn to help out with gym class. When he’s not teaching he can typically be found hanging around with Kurt Wagner or Audrey Xavier, the newest addition to Xavier’s School.

Peter’s face claim is EVAN PETERS and he is CLOSED TO APPLICATIONS.

#peter maximoff #x-men rpg #x-men indie rp #quicksilver #marvel rpg #taken character #taken male

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Can anyone explain a pretty thorough explanation of who Peter is? Because a friend asked about him, and she said wouldn’t mind the whole thing, and I realized, I know the whole thing but it’s in my head and I can’t explain it, I just know who he is. ~🐢

Okay, so I can try to do it, but I may start info-dumping, so feel free to eliminate whatever your feel isn't necessary. If anyone else wants to add-on or just rb this and say whatever the hell they want about him, be my guest. i'm gonna put this under the cut in case i ramble too long

so i'm assuming this is peter from the x-men movies and we're not talking about pietro maximoff as an entire character. peter is the son of magneto (erik lehnsherr) and his mother (unnamed in the x-men movies as far as i'm aware)

erik had an affair of some sort with peter's mother before leaving, causing her to birth and raise peter on her own. peter is born a mutant, his mutation being superspeed. for some reason, his mutation also caused his hair to be a silver color. he also is likely a kleptomaniac, though i don't believe that was ever confirmed in canon (charles xavier called him a kleptomaniac, but this was without use of his powers, so this could just be something to make people laugh or mere speculation)

we first see peter in x-men days of future past, back in the year 1973, where i do believe he's 18 or 17. he's shown to have an extremely messy room (which is his mom's basement), and seems to love sweets as his walls are lined with several different name brand desserts and he also manages to eat a popsicle at scarily fast place. he's a little bit sassy, asking charles, hank, and logan "powers, what powers? you see anything strange here? nothing anybody'd believe if you told 'em?" he also enjoys video games, seeming to go as far as purchasing/stealing full arcade cabinets.

he's asked to break erik (who doesn't know he has a son, and peter isn't aware erik is his father yet) out of the pentagon. he's suspicious until logan showcases his mutation, going with them without seeming to ask any other questions. he is then forced to go into the pentagon in a uniform stolen from a guard (who he duct taped to the wall of an elevator), pretending to deliver a meal to erik. he uses his super speed on his hands, causing them to vibrate the glass cell so much until the cell breaks open. he then speeds erik back to the elevator, asking him what he did and poking fun while he does so. asking "what you do, man? what you do? what you dooooo? why'd they have you in there?" and once he gets his answer, he just waits a moment before asking him some other random questions. he mentions how his mom used to know a guy who could control metal, yet neither of them realize erik is peter's father.

erik and peter end up meeting up with the rest of their group. then literally one of my favorite scenes in cinema happens.

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He just has all the fun in the world, racing around a pentagon kitchen and fucking around with the guards. he gives them wedges, makes them punch themselves in the face, and all of that fun stuff, all in slow motion. he moves bullets out of the way too, just listening to music and smiling most of the time.

that's about all you really get to see of him in that movie, but he has a much larger presence in X-men: Apocalypse. it's now 1983, and peter is either 27 or 28, still living in his mom's basement. there's still loads of random (and quite possibly stolen) goods lining his walls and such, but he's eyeballing a card about Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters he likely swiped off of charles ten years ago. he's watching the news, seeing how erik ended up killing several policemen in (i believe) poland. he wants to go after erik, implying that he now knows erik is his father. his mother finds that he was watching the news, saying she can't stop him from trying to find his father, but that it's not a good idea. of course, peter decides to go anyway.

a while later into the film we get another fantastic slow-motion scene, which is also one of my favorite scenes in cinema.

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This time, instead of fucking around with guards in the pentagon, he is saving everybody in the X-mansion from an explosion. and he has fun with it from the first few people. he messes around with people's hair, does things with flair, and throws some really bad kisser in the air. (just realized that rhymed, and i'm too lazy to change that, so enjoy)

after this whole scene happens, he's then knocked out and brought to a government facility and kept there until he's broken out by cyclops, jean grey, and nightcrawler. they then do their best to fly to cairo, egypt, to save charles from apocalypse (who wants to take charles' body and wipe out the human race, yadda yadda)

erik is working for apocalypse in this movie, which peter realizes, demanding he goes with the group to cairo. he's going solely to see his father and let him know. peter goes with mystique up to where erik is, and after mystique gives a monologue about family, erik asks peter what he's doing there.

"i'm your... i'm here for my family too."

erik doesn't connect the dots, still unaware of his relationship with peter. peter and mystique go back to meet up with the rest of the group, which have saved charles (sorta) and peter decides to go fuck up apocalypse. except apocalypse had an uno reverse card on him, and he dislocated peter's arm and broke his fucking knee. so the speedster was out of commission.

unfortunately, he didn't get to do much else in X-men Dark Phoenix, only getting about five minutes of screen time. he didn't get to tell erik about his relations at all. (which i'm super salty about, but we'll let that slide.)

peter has a much more confident facade he puts up, coming off as cocky and sarcastic, usually using tongue in cheek humor. though he's also very self-deprecating in his own humor, calling himself a "loser" to lighten the mood.

so, uh, tl;dr: peter maximoff, the son of magneto, is a guy with a confident and sassy mask he uses to cover up some good ol' insecurity. his mutation is super speed which he uses for mundane tasks, but he will get serious if ever required.

so sorry if this is too long, i just infodumped like crazy, lmao. can you tell this dude is my comfort character?

#sweet asks for septic #mr dibbles anon #anonymous #mr dibbles my beloved #peter maximoff #quicksilver

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insertmeaningfulusername · 3 years

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WIP tag game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it and/or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Aajfdkfdzfdfd @nio-bee-um thank you for the tag 💙 *sigh* alright then let’s see exactly how much unfinished stuff i have in my folders. Warning: most of that stuff is scrapped and never to be written or fridged until that Far-Away Day When I’ll Finally Have Time To Write Multichapter Stuff.

X-Men:

- cherik robber au

- gays holding hands

- seduction destique

- strong female leaders

- cherik week pygmalion au

- angst cherik mid

- angst cherik nio-bee-um

- april au ancient egypt

- au april magic realism

- dragneto kink meme fill

- genosha's next top mutant

- incubus au ultralarryus

- jasper destique & azjanos

- milosdinosaur cherik erik & logan

- nightangel for jasper

- scrapped cherik angst

- tinaxpow cherik

- abo dynamics thingy (just for the horny)

- cherik camping plot bunny

- cherik ghost au

- cherik hitman au

- cherik resurrection au

- corset verse plot bunnies

- cure for wellness cherik au

- Destique based on things I notice things you see

- fairy tale

- foil my evil plans

- in summer the sky is high and the grass is tall

- lockdown fluff

- soulflower AU

- stripper!Erik

- tattoo parlour au

- this is (not) a fairy tale

Other fandoms (some of these are still from the BTB2020 but that’s long over so they’ll probably never happen):

- weapon deals gangs obikin

- slow west fix-it

- kidnapping & crime how-to alien rare pairs

- criticism of religious hierarchy masriel

- bruce x robbie for syd-magnus

- cecilia x robbie through poppy fields

- Cells & Circuits (johnlock)

- cyrano de bergerac modern AU fix-it i guess

- cyranoxroxanexchristian opera au

- david 8 x engineer

- prometheus fix-it

- une petite place ici maintenant

Tagging whoever sees this and feels like doing it!

#ask meme #rip to meeeee so much stuff

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Time (Ahkmenrah x Reader) Part 1

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Word Count: 1611

Being inside the British Museum wasn’t as fun as people think it would be. Since almost every five minutes there’s something either chasing us or attacking us. Also, the fact that we had to take care of all the exhibits, that are slowing dying. Ahkmenrah’s tablet was decaying by the minute. Not to mention that I can’t look at Ahkmenrah without crying. I have a huge crush on him since I remember but when I told him. He told me that he was in love with my friend that also works in the museum. Afterward, he would avoid me and whenever I tried to talk to him. He ignored me and walk away. It didn’t take long before the others notice. They just stayed silent since I told them before that I didn’t want to talk about it.

Sacagawea pulls me out of my daydream. “Is everything alright Y/N?” She asked looking worried. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” I nod smiling at her. “Whenever you start to daydream, you tend to think about things that are bothering you,” Sacagawea replied rubbing my arm. Sacagawea has been a mother figure for me. Since my mom isn’t the best. “I’m fine” I replied side-hugging her. “Are you sure, it doesn’t have to do anything with Ahkmenrah and your friend.” She nudges her head towards Ahkmenrah who kept talking to Nicky. “I’m sure. He could be with her. I could care less. I’m not close with him anymore” I replied.

“This is it. Perhaps I should accompany you in.” Lancelot spoke once we got to the Egypt wing. I looked around and it was breathtaking. “No, I think we got it from here.” Larry refused since Lancelot was getting on our nerves. Especially Larry’s since the whole night he been pre-talking Nick. “Really?” Lancelot asked looking at us. “Yeah. No, we're good.” Larry nod. “Right. Well...friends...Larry...clown-faced keeper of the magic tablet... I shall never forget your bravery. Nor your jests.” Lancelot told us smiling at us. Now I feel bad for getting annoyed by him. “Bye,” Larry spoke turning away. When we were about to follow Larry’s actions Lancelot spoke up again. “I shall not say goodbye.” “I am.” Larry interrupted him. “What?” Lancelot questioned with a confused face. “I'm gonna say goodbye. I have to go, I'm sorry. I'll see you.” Larry replied walking away. “Really, man, thank you,” Nick told Lancelot patting his arm. “For everything,” I spoke also smiling gently at him.

Once we got close enough to see where Ahkmenrah’s parents should be.” I haven't seen these walls for many a moon.” Ahkmenrah spoke up looking around smiling. We saw a woman walk from a corner “Ahkmen?” she spoke. “Mother.” Ahkmenrah hugs her. We all smile at them. A man walked from where Ahkmenrah’s mom just came in. “Father,” Ahkmenrah spoke again when he saw his father. “Welcome home, my son.” His dad replied hugging him. “I want you to meet my friends,” Ahkmenrah replied turning back to us. “I am Merenkahre... Pharaoh of the Nile and Father to the Son of the Sun.” Merenkahre spoke in a powerful voice. “And I am Shepseheret... the Glittering Jewel of the Nine Kingdoms,” Shepseheret spoke afterward with also a powerful voice. “And I am Larry,” Larry replied slightly bowing at them. “Guardian of Brooklyn,” Ahkmenrah spoke smiling at him. “Yes. I actually live in Manhattan now.” Larry replied looking at Ahkmenrah. “I know, but it doesn't sound as cool,” Ahkmenrah replied. I smiled at his response.

“We would be very honored if you could take a look at the tablet. There's something happening with it. We don't understand what it is.” Larry changed the topic looking at the tablet that Ahkmenrah was holding. “You are speaking with a pharaoh. Kiss my staff.” Merenkahre put his staff in front of Larry. Larry just blows a kiss at the staff. Then he kisses his fingers and touches the staff. Ahkmenrah’s parents did not look happy. “Is it okay if I don't?” Larry asked looking at Merenkahre. “You will show respect. I am the descendant of Ra, the sun god.” Merenkahre replied in a powerful voice once again. “I understand that, and I totally respect you. I just don't pray to Ra, so...” Larry replied. I hit my forehead with Nick’s shoulder. Larry couldn’t say anything more wrong. “The Egyptian gods are the only true gods,” Merenkahre replied looking offended. “Well, we try to stay a little more open-minded. I mean, Sacagawea, she honors her spiritual ancestors... and you pray to some sort of goat god, Attila? I'm half-Irish, half-Jewish...” Larry informed pointing to Sacagawea and Attila. Once Larry said that he was Jewish. Both of their faces light up. “You are? I love Jews! We owned 40,000 of them!” Merenkahre replied looking at Larry. “Such lovely people,” Shepseheret spoke with a smile. “Here we go.” Ahkmenrah whispered looking away in embarrassed.” They were very happy, always singing with candles.” Merenkahre looked at Larry.” Yeah. They really weren't happy.” Larry replied. “Really?” Shepseheret asked. “No. They left. They spent about 40 years in the desert trying to escape.” Larry informed them. “Yeah. We have dinner once a year and talk about it. It's a big deal for us. Listen, could you take a look at that tablet? There's something wrong with it.” Larry brought the topic back to the tablet. Ahkmenrah took his father staff and hand him the tablet. Merenkah took the tablet and examine it. “It's losing its power,” Merenkahre spoke looking up at Larry. “Do you think you could fix it?” Larry asked. “To do that, I would have to divulge the secret of the tablet.” Merenkahre stood up stricter if possible. “I promise we won't tell anybody,” Larry replied. “No.” Merenkahre shook his head. “I'll kiss your staff.” Larry sighed. “Too late.” Merenkahre looks at Larry. “Father, why do you insist on keeping this to yourself?” Ahkmenrah spoke up walking up to his dad. “The secret was to be passed down to you at the proper time,” Merenkahre replied looking at Ahkmenrah. “Well, it has been 4,000 years. Now seems like a good time.” Ahkmenrah tried to convince him. Merenkahre put his hand in Ahkmenrah’s cheek. “You were born at midnight. I was Pharaoh... and I had seen wonders most men only dream of. But when I first gazed upon you...you were instantly more precious to me... than all the wonders of the ancient world. I knew I could never bear to say goodbye. I commanded the High Priest to create a gift to you, my son... using all we had learned of the mysteries of the afterlife. Forged in the temple of Khonsu, god of the moon... and watcher over nighttime travelers... the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Our tomb was designed to channel Khonsu's rays down to the tablet... rejuvenating its powers every night. The moon god bestowed his power upon the tablet... so that, as long as it bathed in his light... our family could be together forever, and not even death could part us. It's been away from Khonsu's light too long.” Merenkahre informed us

The tablet started to glow, and I felt Sacagawea grab my arm when I turn to look at her. She looked like she was going to lose her balance. “My son! What is happening to you?” I heard Shepseheret say behind me. “It needs moonlight...otherwise we shall be dead by sunrise. Hurry!” Larry started to run. Nick nudge me to follow him. We both run after Larry. “If the tablet dies... nothing can bring it back!” Merenkahre yelled after us.

Once we were in a window that was letting the moonlight come in. Larry was almost fixing the piece when we saw a shadow blocking the tablet from the moon. We looked up and saw Lancelot holding his sword towards Nick’s neck. “What are you doing?” Larry asked worry looking at the sword that was in his son’s neck. “The tablet. Now.” Lancelot order holding out his hand. Larry gave it to him and Lancelot push Nick towards us. He almost lost his balance, but I grab his arm before he could fall. Nick rubbed his neck. “Wait, listen to me. That thing is dying. If it doesn't get moonlight... everything ends, like, for real.” Larry explained. “King Arthur wasted years searching for the Holy Grail. To think it was a tablet all along.” Lancelot looked at the tablet and chucking. “Would you just give it to me? You don't know what you're doing!” Larry raises his voice. “My quest is complete. I ride for Camelot tonight.” Lancelot told us smiling. “Just keep it, okay? But just put it in the moonlight and turn that centerpiece.” Larry pointed at the piece that wasn’t fully turned. “Sorry, not my first quest.” Lancelot put away his sword and started to run. “And by the way, Erik was much funnier than you!” Lancelot said while running down the hallway. “Go get the others. We can't let him leave the building!” Larry order us. Larry runs after Lancelot.

Nick and I nodded and ran back to the Egyptian wing. When we got there, everyone was looking at us confused. “Lancelot stole the tablet,” I spoke out once I caught my breath. “Who?” Both Merenkahre and Shepseheret asked, confused. “He was a man that was helping us come over here. “Ahkmenrah explain to his parents. “Let’s go and see if we can catch up to my dad” Nick spoke already turning away to run to where Larry said to meet before he went to follow Lancelot. We follow him right away

#ahkmenrah preferences #ahkmenrah imagines #ahkmenrah x reader #ahkmenrah #rami #malek #rami malek #night at the museum #night #at #the #museum #preferences #imagines #x reader

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royalness233-blog · 4 years

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My Main Oc Trayvon Stevens

Full name:Trayvon Erik Stevens

Wakandan name:Kachana (Means Loyal Sinner)

Citizenship:Wakandan/American/Egyptian

Birthday:Novermber 21

Age:22

Type of hero:Anti Hero

Species:Mutant

Mutation:Feral

Mutant Level:Omega Mutant

Family

Erik Stevens/Killmonger:Father

Ororo Munroe/Storm:Mother

N'jobu:Grandfather

David Munroe:Grandfather

Grandmother:N'Daré Munroe

Cousin:Abuya

Ancestor:Ayesha of Balobedu (Deceased)

Ancestor:Ashake of Egypt (Deceased)

Ancestor:Ashake of Meroë (Deceased)

Girlfriend/Wife:Laura Kinney/X-23

Father in law:James Howlett

Mother in law:Sarah Kinney

Sister in law:Gabby Kinney

Brother in law:Daken

APPEARANCE

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『 Eyes 』Blue

『 Hair 』Like Shisui uchiha hair with one white strand curly hair hanging down his forhead.

『 Height 』5'9

『 Weight 』172 (180 with Vibranium claws)

Teams or Organizations 』X-men X-force fantastic four (formerly) X-Men; formerly X-Men (Jean Grey's) (Earth-616), Hounds (Earth-811), X-Men (Age of X-Man) (Earth-616), X-Men (Time-Displaced) (Earth-616), X-Men (New Charles Xavier School)

POWERS

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•Regenerative Healing Factor•

Tray's primary mutant power is an accelerated healing process that enables him to regenerate damaged or destroyed tissue with far greater efficiency than an ordinary human. He can regrow a limb

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• Retractable Claws•

Tray has 10 retractable 5-inch talons in place of fingernails. These claws are naturally sharper and tougher than that of normal human bone structure, allowing Tray to cut through most types of flesh and natural materials. He's nails was coated with Vibranium when he was 10 years old by his father

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• Superhuman Senses•

- Tray's feral mutation provided him with extremely acute senses

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• Decelerated Aging •

- Tray does not age like others due to his extreme regenerative capabilities

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• Disease/Contaminant Immunity•

- Tray's natural healing also affords him the virtual immunity to any virus, diseases, even any poisons or toxins

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•Superhuman Stamina•

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His strength is also boosted to enhanced levels, allowing him to briefly lift over 1 ton

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balance, flexibility, dexterity, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits of an Olympic gold medalist. He has the combined agility and acrobatic prowess of the most accomplished circus aerialists and acrobats.

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•Atmokinesis•

He can manipulate the weather like his mother

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Can produce highly concentrated electric force.

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• Electricity Blast •

Tray can create and project blasts of electricity

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•Superhuman Hearing •

Tray is capable of hearing sounds from a far greater distance than any human

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•Superhuman Sight•

Tray sight is improved, allowing him to see further than a normal human

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• Superhuman Smell•

Tray’s sense of smell is even more magnified and allows him to recognize and track objects and people just by smell alone

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•Superhuman Durability:•

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•Chi Augmentation•

Tray was infused with the power of iron Fist

• Berserker Rage •

(Eyes turn yellow Healing Factor Increases. Electricity turns black power increases 50X he's hair turns white)

ABILITIES

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•Skilled Tracker •

Due to his superhuman sense, Tray is considered to be one of the world’s most skilled trackers

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#X-men #Marvel #Comics #original Characters #Mutants

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Title: Aftermath

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation of previous chapter. Set after the battle with Apocalypse, you and the others are finally picked up from Cairo by allied forces and transported to a nearby aircraft carrier for temporary shelter/debriefing while you try to arrange travel back into the U.S. The reader helps Peter work through the continued emotional fallout from realizations of all that his father Magneto has done.

Warnings: Some cursing. More emotional baggage being unloaded. But also fluff/comfort, and eventual brief makeout session to help with the stress relief.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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Like Magneto had warned, it’d still been a long time before anyone had come to help. Trying to put back together some semblance of working communication equipment from the remnants of the jet, and whatever they could scavenge from the damaged homes and buildings all around had taken Hank and Moira long enough.

But even when Moira could finally establish renewed contact with the outside world to put out a distress call, finding a U.S. ally willing and even capable to fly into ground zero to pluck all of you out was another matter.

Unfortunately, you had eventually realized that the destruction here in Cairo hadn’t been all there was. Most population centers through the world had been impacted, many of the larger air and naval bases among them. It was hard to say how much had been Apocalypse, and how many had fallen solely because of Magneto though. From the little bit Moira did relay back to you all, the more metal any structure had had in it, the more likely it had ended up decimated.

It was only helicopters that finally came, no runway area available in all the rubble for any larger plane. When the soldiers exited them, you picked up that they were all speaking Greek.

“We’ll all be going to the island of Crete.” Xavier had confirmed, meeting with you all before boarding. “There is an allied naval base there, where U.S. officials will be awaiting to debrief us.”

It was no surprise that he could sense the unease in the majority of you, after all that had occurred the last time you’d been forced into helicopters with men dressed in military fatigues like this.

He had changed then to communicating telepathically with each of you individually, to give the soldiers no chance to overhear. Though the message was the same for everyone. “We will all be split onto only two helicopters. I will be in one, and Jean in the other. If they should even think of anything unsavory, we will, let’s say alter their plans to otherwise. But everyone stay at least paired please as precaution. Together, you are all your own best protection.”

It’d been no question that you would board with Peter. On one helicopter it would end up being the Professor, Moira, Peter, yourself, and the white haired girl you now knew as Ororo Munroe. On the other, Hank, Raven, Jean, Scott, and Kurt.

Ororo had actually been rather nice to talk to, once she was no longer trying to blast you out of the sky anyway. You’d learned she’d been living on the streets of Cairo for quite some time, just stealing to survive before she’d run into Apocalypse by chance when he was first trying to recruit powerful mutants.

When she’d spoken about having no living family, and thereby no desire to stick around in Egypt any longer, Kurt had been the one to excitedly tell her all about the school. Which the Professor had already vowed to rebuild thankfully, inviting Ororo immediately should she wish to join you all.

Gladly, she accepted, and by the time the soldiers were sliding the helicopter doors closed, the sun was finally setting. The interior lighting was already dim, as you glanced over to Peter in the growing darkness, seated together on bench like seats along the inner hull. He’d been waiting until the very last moment you thought to see if Erik would come back, but he never did. Though you couldn’t imagine Magneto ever would have agreed to travel like this. Or that the Greek airmen would have even allowed it, still knowing he was wanted worldwide.

You did believe Xavier though. When the dust finally settled, you thought Erik would be back. He’d find his own way home. And to contact Peter again, he’d only have to reach out to the Professor. Which of course Erik would no doubt, as those two old friends always crossed paths again eventually from all the stories you had heard. They never gave up on each other in the end, despite all their differences in beliefs.

You didn’t fight it when you finally began to nod off. Even over the pulsing of the helicopter and the radio chatter coming from the soldiers’ headsets, it was all just white noise eventually. Peter had his arm around your waist, his head leaned back against the hull and yours on his shoulder as you’d both fallen asleep somewhere over the now moonlit Mediterranean Sea.

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Waking up had been much harder. As stiff as you were from the helicopter ride, you still had been in no hurry to move as you’d heard your name called. Xavier was trying to round you all up before the soldiers got impatient.

They’d at least provided him a wheelchair you noticed as you all groggily reconvened on what was actually the flight deck of a large U.S. aircraft carrier now docked in the bay alongside the Greek naval base.

All of you certainly looked worse for wear, Peter especially had his glasses skewed almost comically now, hair mussed in about every direction as he yawned big, standing on one leg with an arm thrown over your shoulders for support.

Once you were all accounted for on deck, the Professor spoke quickly. “Given the state of things, there will not be any transatlantic flights available currently. We will be staying here in the short term. For all of you, you will be given medical treatment as needed in this ship’s sick bay. We have also been provided sleeping arrangements separate of the crew. I am asking all of you to please rest up as best you can tonight. Moira and I will speak to these gentlemen as to the events that have transpired today.”

The “gentlemen” Xavier referred to looked about as pleased to be here as you all had been to wake up in Stryker’s base. You knew little of actual military rankings, but from the amount of bars on the fronts of their uniforms, you’d guess they were pretty high up there in authority.

But the Professor only continued in your heads for good measure. “Please understand that non-mutants especially are on edge right now. There were fatalities and very extensive damages to some cities today. I implore you all to be patient with any persons you may encounter on this ship. I believe they’ve moved the majority of the crew to the mainland already to better quarantine us here and limit tensions. But please remember, that by your demeanor and your choices, you represent us all. I will reach out to you all as soon as I know anything more on our options for returning home.”

He’d bid you all good night then, leaving with Moira and the most senior looking of the men while the rest of you had followed some nervous looking officers to the lower decks. You got the sense that Hank and Raven now felt obligated to chaperone and protect the group, as the oldest of you now, only second to the Professor.

Raven had assumed her blonde, human appearance before the helicopters had arrived, but without his medicine Hank could only remain in his Beast form. You could tell how uncomfortable both he and Kurt now made the soldiers as Hank had requested to accompany you and Peter to the sick bay, while Raven went with the others to whatever living quarters you were being given.

You’d be lying to say that their obvious judgment on Hank and Kurt’s physical appearances didn’t bother you. But you tried to remind yourself that they also didn’t know any better. They didn’t know how ridiculously smart, and even a bit nerdy and loyal Hank could be. Or how kind, forgiving, and genuine Kurt was.

When you did get to the sick bay, the doctor on call also looked like he’d just been dragged in there against his better judgement. But he did greet you all, saying he’d been made aware that there was a broken leg he needed to set and make a cast for.

His reaction to the metal splint Peter already had though was almost something funny. You knew Peter wanted to joke so badly about his “dad making it for him”, but you’d all agreed before the helicopters had arrived to downplay Erik’s role in all of this if he didn’t show himself.

Xavier had promised to make clear to the U.S. officials that Erik had been on your side in the end though. Yes, Magneto had blood on his hands from past and present, but having the world pursue him any further would only lead to more violence. It wouldn’t undo anything that had already been done.

Beast had been strong enough to unbend the metal with his bare hands, carefully removing the splint. He’d also helped Peter get out of the flight suit and dirtied clothing to wash up. Though they’d just cut his clothing away from his broken leg with surgical shears, not to injure it any further.

They’d put a screen up for some privacy while they worked on him. You knew Hank would protect Peter, so you were okay focusing on yourself a bit as you also got undressed and a nurse checked you for broken bones. With your clothes off, you finally got to see how badly bruised you were everywhere. But they’d agreed that your only actually damaged bones were cracked ribs, which there was no real treatment for save going easy to give them proper time to heal.

After the examination, you were allowed to take a shower. Which was honestly more amazing than you expected, not realizing just how much dirt, sweat, and blood had accumulated through all of this. Afterward, you’d gotten dressed with some clothes they’d left you. A plain white t-shirt with a small U.S. Navy insignia, and dark blue sweatpants essentially.

They’d offered to escort you to where the others were bunked. But you declined, choosing to wait for Hank and Peter instead.

And it had been a while, but eventually they cane back out. You could see they’d gotten the same treatment as you while here. Both had showered, though Peter made a point to laugh at how poor Hank had had to help him essentially get a trash bag tied over his leg cast first so he wouldn’t get it wet.

They had on the same white t-shirts as you as well now. Though even in the largest size, Hank’s looked uncomfortably small. Hank also got the same blue pants as you, but for Peter it was only blue shorts to accommodate his cast. You all looked like you were late for P.E. class honestly, albeit maybe at a U.S. Naval academy somewhere. You’d gotten a good deal of amusement from that.

They’d given Peter crutches too, which he was clearly playing with as he tried to see how quick he could move on them. Hank reprimanded him more than once when Peter had almost fallen flat on his face a few times on your way to the bunks.

The soldiers hadn’t separated you into guys and girls for the sleeping arrangements. Probably because to them the separation was more mutant/non-mutant only in all reality. But it didn’t bother you any. Really you felt safer knowing everyone else was close. By the time you had gotten to the bunks though, it was already lights out and Raven was the only one still awake waiting for you three.

“Sleep where you want,” She said, motioning to all the still empty beds. It looked like this block was meant to house a lot more than just your small number, but had evidently been cleared out for your arrival. Still being on a ship though where space was at a premium and the beds were double stacked and inset into the walls, it would be sleeping like books on a shelf.

You’d walked down a ways past your sleeping friends to find some open ones. Naturally you started to climb into the top bunk, knowing Peter would need the bottom with his cast in the way.

But you didn’t even have both legs pulled in before he startled you by grabbing your ankle. “What?” You breathed in a whisper, not wishing to wake the others as you tried to look down at him in the dark. With the main lights off, there was only the faintest glow from small emergency type lights sparsely spaced along the walls.

Mostly you could just see the white of his teeth, knowing he was grinning back at you. In this moment it reminded you only of the Cheshire cat, mischievous and a little disconcerting.

“There’s room down here, goofball,” He whispered back.

“Peter,” You answered, the tone saying far more than the short response. You weren’t alone here, and it, well it just didn’t seem proper. With the immediate threat of death now finally passed (hopefully), it really felt more like being back at school for the moment. There were standards of behavior and-

“If one of Hank can fit in these, then two of us definitely will.” He was clearly unfazed by your sudden reservations, though seemed to realize the cause pretty quickly. “Raven doesn’t care. Where do you think Scott and Jean ended up? You didn’t even notice did you?”

You could hear the bit of amusement in his voice. But no, you didn’t count heads as you were walking by. Why would you? If Scott and Jean had made it into the same bunk already, it wasn’t your business.

Which, yes, admittedly if you felt that way, would the others be as okay with it for you and Peter? He’d rightly guessed that it was more the fear of being judged that made you hesitate, than actually being uncomfortable sleeping beside him. You’d already slept side by side in the helicopter on the way here after all, but that wasn’t quite the same as being in the same bed.

“Still waiting,” He reminded, squeezing your ankle lightly.

You knew if you actually said no, he would drop it. It was only your indecision that he was waiting for you to resolve. But, how often would you have this chance again? Thinking of it in those terms, you relented at last, climbing back down.

You could still see his smile in the dark, no doubt excited over the small victory as he scooted back as much as he could to allow you in.

Trying to get into a comfortable position was a little awkward at first, especially with his cast. But you eventually ended up both laying on your sides, your back against his chest as he wrapped an arm around you under your shared blanket.

You were quickly learning how much he seemed to be comforted by physical contact. It wasn’t long at all before his breathing steadied out and you realized he was fast asleep, his head nuzzled into the back of your neck.

The feeling was warm and pleasant though. Yourself following suit not long after, sleeping deeply at last for a long deserved rest.

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When morning finally came, there was no real way to know it. There were no windows to let in the daylight. By the time you’d woken to hear the others’ voices and the fluorescent lighting buzzing back on when one of them hit the switch, you’d learned it was actually almost noon local time.

Which none of you were complaining about. But you were hungry now. Sleep had been the primary physical need beforehand, and with that now met, you needed some more calories to burn.

Peter especially. You could actually hear his stomach growling as you’d all gotten up and headed into the common bathroom to brush teeth, brush hair and the like with the standard toiletries they’d left in there for everyone.

“Yeah, I’m like a hummingbird basically,” He’d explained nonchalantly on your walk to the mess hall afterward. “I just haven’t fallen out yet here because I haven’t gotten to run since dickhead busted my leg. But normally yeah, high octane all the time to keep things going. My blood sugar tanks if I don’t keep snacking at least. Twinkies are a personal fave in the old survival kit.”

“Those are good,” Kurt agreed. “I like the little pies too,” He gestured a circle shape with his hands, “With the little...the dried purple fruit, what are those in English?”

“Raisins, my bro.” Peter responded. “Old raisin creme pie. I swap back and forth on those. Oatmeal pies are alright too, but you know where it’s really at is zebra cakes, man.”

“Zebra...cake?” Clearly Kurt was trying to envision in his head how a zebra would have anything to do with the naming of a cake.

“It’s got white icing with brown stripes,” You answered. You weren’t super into junk food, but you did grow up in the U.S., so a lot of this knowledge was entirely unavoidable.

“But zebras have black stripes?” Kurt replied with some bit of bemusement.

“I don’t think Little Debbie or Hostess are too concerned with accurate representations of wildlife.” Raven chimed in, halfway amused at the randomness of the topics you all came up with, but still looking quite unimpressed.

“They do have brown stripes when they’re juveniles, before they get their adult coat.” Hank corrected though, glancing down at her.

“So they should be called baby zebra cakes. Got it.” Scott finally piped up, though also clearly thinking this ridiculous.

Raven and Jean just exchanged a look of their own as Ororo glanced to you. “Is it always like this?”

“Pretty much,” You answered with a slight smile. It was good to see Peter meshing in so well with the others though, even if he was a little bit older. You hoped that whenever the school was rebuilt that he’d consider staying. Xavier always seemed to be able to make room for any young mutant willing to learn and also work as a mentor to the even younger kids.

You were all still chatting lightly as your group walked through the mess hall doors. But after being just the few of you for so many hours, it was a bit of a shock to see several tables worth of sailors look up at your sudden intrusion.

It was clear by the amount of still empty tables though, that this wasn’t near the normal occupancy rate. You remembered the Professor commenting that he thought a lot of the men had been forced to disembark to the mainland, just to make a larger bubble for you all.

And by all the expressions on the faces of those that were left, it seemed that most disagreed whole heartedly with that decision.

Your group quieted immediately, everyone picking up on those stares and the bit of whispering as you got in line together. The mess hall was set up cafeteria style, so you had to grab trays and slide them along, picking what you wanted as the kitchen staff would spoon out or serve whatever it was you’d chosen onto your tray.

“Maybe we should just take the food back to the barracks?” Kurt asked quietly, looking down with an evident bit of anxiety building.

“It’s okay,” Raven answered, “Just keep your head up. We won’t be long.”

You were conflicted though. You shouldn’t have to eat, segregated out of everyone else’s sight like some sort of criminals, just because your presence might offend someone. But then again, what purpose did it serve in the larger scheme of things if you antagonized these sailors into an avoidable confrontation right now?

As the Professor had said, tensions were already high. Throwing any spark into that powder keg couldn’t possibly end well.

Hank had volunteered to carry Peter’s tray for him, as Peter needed both hands to work his crutches. You were glad for that at least as you could only envision yourself dropping it all in spectacular fashion. Especially when Peter insisted on a triple portion of some kind of strawberry cake desert they’d had.

“I think we should go back to the bunks,” Jean spoke up though when you were all about to walk away from the line with your trays and drinks. “There’s one of them, he’s about to go off.”

You all paused, looking to Raven and Hank simultaneously, seemingly all deciding without speaking that they’d become the de facto leadership in the Professor’s absence.

“Fine,” Raven relented, obviously not wanting to roll over in this situation, but also remembering all you’d already been through recently. Just getting to eat in peace should be a reasonable thing to want.

But even turning the other cheek, didn’t seem to be enough.

“Hey!” One of the sailors called out before you could get close enough to the door.

“Keep walking.” Raven just directed.

“Do you even know what the rest of the world looks like right now!?” He kept on, standing up as his voice only grew louder. “My Mom and my little brother were in San Francisco. Their goddamn apartment building collapsed!”

Peter was the first one to stop, looking back then.

You could hear the tone in the man’s voice change though, and in that moment you knew he was not going to attack anyone. But it almost made it worse that he didn’t as his voice broke, nearly pleading to you all. “I don’t even know if they’re alive, if they made it out or not. The phones won’t work...no one can get through.”

“We didn’t do that,” Raven spoke up as calmly as she could, looking back to him as well then. “I’m sorry.”

“But you know who did, don’t you!?” He countered. “It was him. Wasn’t it? The one from Washington D.C. that could move metal. And he got away. You let him get away!”

The men next to the sailor were trying to pull him back down to sitting now, trying to remind him something about orders, making you realize they must have been given a similar talk as you all had. Don’t cause trouble, don’t antagonize, keep the peace because you’d been told to.

Even with two food trays in hand, Hank was now trying to usher you all through the mess hall doors just as intently as the man’s friends were trying to make him stop as well.

But Peter just twisted right out of Hank’s reach in a blur, calling back suddenly then. “It was Magneto. I’m sure it was. But he’s gone, man. He ran.” Peter looked pained, but shook his head. “His family was killed...but that doesn’t mean he had any right to take it out on the world. I hope you find your family. I really do, and I’m sorry.”

With that Peter shoved through the doors, going on ahead of you all and not looking back. His frustration was palpable as the crutches limited him. If his leg hadn’t been broken you doubted any of you would have seen him leave at all. Like he too wanted to run away now, instead of having to face the painful reality that this was.

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Nothing was said about the incident for quite some time as you’d all eaten quietly in the barracks. The food was plain, the simple kinds of things that could be made in bulk to feed a large crew on a ship like this. Macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, rice, and the like.

You were sitting on the floor eating while Peter was sitting on his bottom bunk, now just picking at the strawberry cake he’d most wanted with a fork. “This was definitely some pre-made frozen crap they just defrosted and put whip cream on.” He commented in dry disappointment.

“Yeah, I guess it’d be hard to keep fresh strawberries for long on a boat,” You replied, sipping one of the soft drinks you’d brought back. At least these were canned to still be carbonated well, but it wasn’t all that cold anymore.

He smirked. “I’d go crazy living on this thing out at sea. Not too many steps up from a prison cell really.”

Though you could imagine submarine life would be even worse, you didn’t think he was far off base. “It takes a special kind of person to enlist that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” Peter agreed, going back to silence for a while as he dissected the cake idly.

You’d about finished all your food before he spoke to you again.

“What do you really think of him, (Y/N)?” Peter asked you in a somber tone then. “I mean, am I an idiot for trying to get to know him? My whole life I thought about what it would have been like if we’d had a real dad. If it wasn’t just Mom stressed the hell out all the time trying to keep us from getting evicted, or me from getting arrested honestly, or her worrying about Wanda being depressed so much. It’s like we were always broken. I had this idea if we’d just had that missing piece of a father, that everything would have been fixed. But then I finally meet him, finally find out who he really is, and he’s just as fucked up as anyone.”

You moved your tray to the side, considering your words carefully as you got up to go sit beside Peter on the edge of the bed. “You’re not an idiot.” That was the easiest point to make first. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to know who your parents are.” But the rest, that was muddled and complicated.

“I mean, that was the first time I’ve actually ever met him in person. So I only know the stories really.” You continued. “I know the Professor thinks highly of him. They’ve always been close.”

“Xavier punched my dad right in the damn face the first time I saw them together.” Peter responded, turning his head to look at you directly. “Knocked him on his ass actually.”

You blinked. “Um, well...I have heard their relationship has had its rough patches too. They disagree on a lot of things as well. But they always seem to care about each other in the end, when it’s all said and done.”

Peter laid the last of the cake back down on the floor, before laying back down behind you in the bunk. “So you’re saying that’s what I have to look forward to? Alternating between wanting to kick his ass, and wanting him to stick around and have a relationship together?”

You could only be honest. “Not really what I was going for, but, I mean, that’s kind of Erik right?”

“But he’s killed people hasn’t he? How do I get past that?”

That was really the hardest question of all, wasn’t it? And now the one probably weighing on Peter’s mind the most after the interaction with that upset sailor in the mess hall.

“His sins aren’t your sins, Peter.” Was what you finally said, sighing and looking at your hands now in your lap. “Erik has lost so much too. His parents, your grandparents, I know they died at Auschwitz. The Professor told us that. And they experimented on Erik, tortured him to try and use his powers as a weapon. Erik ended up killing the man most responsible for that. But Xavier had tried to stop him anyway and ended up paralyzed for it. It was an accident though.”

You could feel Peter shift behind you, sitting up slightly in the bunk. It was most likely that he’d never heard any of this. You hated that it had to come secondhand from you. That you, this random mutant would know more about his own father’s history than himself.

But you continued. “And then what he told us in Egypt, about his wife and daughter....I mean, my God. Like you said, it doesn’t mean he can just go around hurting everyone else just because of what’s been done to him. But what would anyone else really do? How can we say where our own breaking points would be?” You weren’t trying to absolve him by any means, but how could you sit here and judge him either?

“Yeah,” Peter answered, sounding distant. “I mean, I tried not to think about it too much, everything was already so messed up. But I’ve got to tell Wanda all of this too at some point. And I don’t know how. We had a little sister, and she’s already gone. How do you...how do you even process that when you didn’t even get to meet them? How do you get closure?”

You heard him moving around like he was wiping at his face with his hands. You didn’t think he was crying, but maybe his eyes were trying to build up something that he wasn’t willing to allow yet.

“Can we just lay here for a bit?” He asked you after another moment.

“Sure,” You answered, laying back down in the bunk with him. This time you didn’t care if the others would pay any mind or not. He needed someone right now.

You were just laying the same way you’d slept last night with your back to his chest. But after a while you felt him tug at your side.

“Turn around,” He asked.

You did hesitate momentarily, knowing how much more personal that would be in the confines of the small bunk. But you allowed it, rolling over so that now you were nearly face to face, torsos touching as he wrapped his good leg over you before pulling up the blanket.

“Hey,” He smirked, seeming to cheer up at your awkward look. Your stomach flipped as you thought he was going in for a kiss, but he just ended up kissing your forehead once before pulling back.

Whatever expression you made then got a real laugh out of him.

“I was just going to tell you thank you.” He said teasingly, before leaning back in to whisper in your ear, “But you look kind of disappointed...did you want a little more?”

There was no question you were fully flustered now as you felt that heat rising in your face yet again. You’d have to make a mental note to apologize to Jean later if she was getting any of this broadcast to her. But then again, she did live in a house full of teenagers doing God knows what at any given time. Maybe she was already used to it. But you didn’t even want to think about Xavier possibly picking up on your current emotional panic either, that would be mortifying.

Sensing your spiraling distraction, Peter lightly touched one fingertip to the end of your nose. “Boop. Earth to (Y/N), have we lost signal? Overheated the engines already?”

You blinked. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh, it’s hilarious. And still waiting, dear. Always waiting...”

To be honest, when you finally kissed him, it was more just to wipe that smug look off his face. But on second thought, maybe that had been his plan all along. To taunt you into action. But it worked. It worked extremely well, as you’d both closed your eyes. His hand pressed into your back, making sure you stayed tight against him as you’d let it happen again and again. One kiss after another.

It’d been different too. The first ones back in Cairo had been so desperate more than anything, just a burst of emotion like a dying wish when neither of you had really expected to make it out of that desert.

While this now was far slower, much more thought behind each. It did make you forget everything else for those moments except the taste and feel of him.

But as much as you liked the sensations, you also knew you had to be the one to steer you both back out of it. When you felt his hand starting to move under your shirt, sliding up greedily across your bare skin, you realized he was already wanting more. And this wasn’t the place, not the time. Not yet at least. You weren’t immune to those feelings either, but it’d be much better if you waited. As much as you knew he hated waiting...

You’d pulled your lips away, but he then only moved to kissing your neck instead as you had to speak his name to try and call him back out of it. “Peter.”

“Mmm?” He responded after a moment, at least pausing, even though his lips were still touching against your throat.

You tugged his hair a little to try and get him to look back up at you.

He resisted slightly, not a lot, but you knew he was stalling as best he could before he finally relented. “Stop sign comes out huh?” He breathed, though not upset, just clearly having trouble coming out of the mood as his hand slid back out of your shirt to rest only on top of your clothes.

“Not exactly enough privacy here,” you responded quietly. Which was of course a huge understatement as the others were probably just out of earshot right now. If you were lucky anyway.

“It’s a big ship, babe. I’m sure we can find a place,” He joked, but only partially you were sure. As you really thought if you said the word right now, he’d make it his mission to find such a place immediately.

You toyed with his hair a little more, moving the messy silver strands out away from his eyes. “I think it’s getting to be pretty inevitable if you really want to know the truth.”

He leaned into the touch, just kissing your hand once more as your palm neared too close to his mouth. “You make it really tough either way, I’ll say that.”

You knew better than to lecture this one on the virtue of patience. But this was already the most physical you’d ever been with anyone as it was, and all so soon. Yet you knew it was only a matter of time. These new feelings were only growing. None of this would be fading any time soon.

You just laid your head back on his shoulder after a while, speaking to him, “Hey, after we’ve cooled down a bit more here, you want to see if anyone will allow us on the flight deck? It’d be nice to see the ocean at least before the sun goes back down. Get some fresh air.”

“Romantic stroll in the ocean breeze you say? Well maybe more a romantic hobble for me.” He chuckled dryly. “I’m game.”

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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edited: 8/7/21

“Now N’jadaka, I am trusting you will be on your best behavior.” T’Challa said while Fixing his cuffs and adjusting his suit. “We are going to visit a very important person and I’d rather not make a bad impression, it’s been years since they’ve been to a meeting with the other tribe leaders and I don’t wan-“

“Alright damn! I get it. Talking to me like you my mama and shit. I know how to behave” Erik said, looking up from straightening out his own suit. “And why are we out here dressed like undercover penguins anyway, this suit tight as hell,” he continued while adjusting the crotch area of his dress pants. Both men were extremely well dressed, T’Challa wearing a black suit with platinum accents and Erik wearing a similar one with gold accents. “I told you N’Jadaka, we are going to visit the head of the , we are trying to convince her to come to the tribal meetings more often. On their land formal dress is the norm around royalty, our attire is a sign of respect.” T’Challa explained while placing the silver necklace to activate his suit around his neck. “Alright, alright. If it ain’t no smoke, won’t be no smoke” Erik did the same with his gold necklace, tucking his father’s chain into his black dress shirt. T’Challa and Erik head out toward the Royal Talon Fighter, Okoye and Ayo following closely behind them.

“Where to, my King,” Okoye asked, prepared to put the location into the ship's navigation system.

“Lower Egypt, the Delta region” T’Challa answered, “The ship will not get any closer than that, we will have to walk the rest of the way” he began to adjust himself in his seat next to Erik.

“And why is that? You didn’t tell me about no walkin’ I ain’t got on the shoes for that!” Erik said with a scowl on his face.

“Vibranium does not work there, the ship will cease to function, so will our kimoyo beads, and even our suits will not activate. The palace is built from a type of material that counteracts the power of Vibranium. Which is the other reason why we are visiting- to find out what it is and bring it back to Shuri. That's why you are here.”

“You tryna do that and gain the trust of the leader to come to the meetings too.” Erik smacked his teeth, “sounds like a snake move” T’Challa laughed wholeheartedly.

“Oh, trust me N’Jadaka, the only snake present will be her”

After two hours of travel, the talon fighter powered down and everyone had to walk the rest of the way, shoes in hand. The walk was overall peaceful, the sun not beating down on them too much but it was hot enough to see heat waves. However, there were many complaints from Erik. “why the fuck is it this hot?!” “where the fuck is this place?!!” Many of his questions went ignored by Dora and T’Challa.

“Medjay ahead, we have arrived,” Okoye announced. The outside of the palace was enormous, it was a traditional pyramid, seemingly, nothing special. Once they reached the entrance, they were greeted by it’s guards.

They were Statuesque, standing strong and confident welcoming their new visitors. Their heads were covered with solid gold masks the shape of dogs with black script embedded into the edges, emerald colored fabric adorned their waist secured by a solid gold belt. The only detail setting them apart from Anubis was the green reflective chest plates adorned across their chest, also gold with inscriptions. Both guards held weapons, spears, very similar to the Dora but with a green gem centered between the blade and the bar.

“Good Evening, King T’Challa” they said in unison, “It is very good to see you again,” said the one to the left. “Yes, it has been a while” continued the one to the right. “We hope you enjoy your visit” with that, they bow and turn then slam their spears against the sandstone beneath them. The hieroglyphs on the borders of the entrance began to glow a foreign bright green. Their panther suits shone a faint gleam, the same green color, along with their kimoyo beads, then the floor started to rumble and shake. The entrance had opened, “You may enter” the Medjay said.

“Thank you so much ladies,” T’Challa says with a smile as Erik and Dora enter the palace. They let out an unprofessional school girl giggle as the doors close “no problem”. The group walked the dark corridor, the only light sources being the torches aligned the walls that illuminated the hieroglyphs engraved into the walls.

“Is it me, or was that weird as hell?” Erik looked back to the doors then at T’Challa while putting his shoes on.

“They were just nervous, it is very uncommon for them to have male visitors,” T’Challa answered, “up ahead, the throne room”

Erik was not talking about the Medjay, he meant the strange reaction the Vibranium had when they entered the hallway. Everything about this place seemed ‘off’ to him, and the sudden urge to cough didn't make it any better. ‘Why was the air so thick in here?’ Erik resisted and held his composure and decided to take a different approach.

“No men, huh? That’s why they are so unprofessional. They need some order around here!” his voice was harsh and forceful, purposely saying it out loud enough to echo through the corridor.

His statement caused Dora and T’Challa to look at him in shock at his disrespect, of course, Erik didn’t mean it. He was just testing the waters, T’Challa needed information and he would get it for him.

“N’Jadaka! I told you before we left to be respectful” T’Challa gritted through his teeth and said an angry mother would do to her child.

“What? They disrespected me first! Greeting you at the door like I don’t exist. I’m somebody too!” He said even louder as they walked into the throne room. It was enormous, solid gold plating on every inch of the walls, fragments of the same strange green jewels scattered within the plating. In the middle of the room, a large throne. Unlike the surrounding area, it was a solid black with larger stones embedded into the arms of the empty chair.

“And look at this! You were pressed about us being late, shawty ain’t even here!” Erik raised and dropped his arms dramatically. The Medjay guarding the room turn in unison to look at him, and slam their spears against the floor, speckles of gold float in the air around them but more concentrated around the throne.

“Disrespect?”

A mysterious honeyed voice bounced off the walls in the room causing Erik to look around in shock.

“Who said that?” Erik turned and continued to look around the room, he turned to T’Challa. He mouthed “kneel” then bent on one knee, crossing his right arm across his chest. The Dora did the same. Erik did not listen.

The gold follicles morphed into a woman, over 6ft tall with beautiful dark skin and a curvaceous body. Her hair was held up in a green head wrap and her body draped with expensive fabrics and jewels, the top of her eyelids painted over in gold. Her arms and chest were exposed, allowing the hieroglyphic tattoos to be seen. Erik was mesmerized by her beauty, he's never seen a woman as beautiful as her before, but he kept his reaction at bay.

“My apologies, they are only children. They are not familiar with you or know of your title, N’Jadaka son of N’Jobu. It was my fault I should have informed them, hopefully, you can forgive me.” The woman said genuinely looking into Erik’s eyes, he was transfixed on hers; they were the same green as the gems with inhuman slits in them. Snake eyes.

“It’s aight,” he said just above a whisper but enough for her to hear, they both stared into each other’s eyes “You look just like your father” Erik was taken back, he scrunched his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by T’Challa.

“Goddess Wadjet, so nice to see you again” T’Challa and the goddess hug each other with smiles on their faces.

“Oh quit the formalities T’Challa calls me Y/N” She smiled “Okoye, Ayo looking as beautiful as ever” She embraced them both.

“Now, I am sure you all are tired have a seat so we can discuss”

T’Challa and Y/N reminisce and laugh together while Erik looks over the room and tries to make sense of everything, you weren't just some queen and this wasn't just someplace, T’Challa was serious when he said you were important.

He burned holes in the side of your face gaining your attention. You turned towards him and grinned, “It is rude to stare, perhaps taking a picture would last longer” the room burst in a fit of giggles from everyone but Erik, just a small smirk from him. He couldn't get over how stunning you were, the way your lips moved when you spoke every word clearly.

Everything about you put him in a trance, he felt a familiar twitch in his pants and adjusted himself in his seat, looking away from you and towards the wall. Face retorting back into a frown he needed to focus.

“Now that you’ve buttered me up, tell me what you want from me.” Your entire demeanor changed, you sat back on your throne and folded your legs. Kings onl visit you when they need something, like your efforts weren't already enough.

“Well, I was thinking. Since you play such an important part in keeping Wakanda safe I want you to come to the meetings with the tribal leaders, we even got M’Baku to come to them more often, we are just missing you” T’Challa looked at you with pleading eyes. You knew this was coming, ruler after ruler begged you to come out of the safety of your home, you were never interested. You were the protector of Kings, and you'd rather do it from a distance. However, T’Challa was different from his father, and if M’Baku attended a meeting then you had to see what else had changed since T’Challa became king.

“Fine. 30 years of refusal is enough, I might as well attend” T’Challa nodded his head clasping his hands together and Erik looked in surprise ‘that was easy’ he thought, he thought she’d put up more of a fight.

Although your agreement to T’Challa’s proposal excited him, you noticed that he didn’t seem content with only that. “You don't seem satisfied, what more do you want?” They always want more. His eyebrows furrowed, he thought about it then opened his mouth to speak..

“Wel-” T’challa started but was interrupted by Erik.

“We want to know what your palace is built out of, what's all this flashy green shit that fucks with the Vibranium” Erik said bluntly. Eyeing you then jumping out of his seat, he took two long strides toward you. The Medjay crossed their spears in front of you to prevent him from getting any closer. You raise your hand to dismiss them. Allowing Erik to come forward, you stood before him looking down at him. “Asim, Aziza. Please escort T’Challa and Dora Milaje to the guest rooms, it is getting rather dark. I'd rather them not travel home tonight.” You said not breaking eye contact.

“Yes Goddess” Asim and Aziza swiftly lead everyone out of the throne room, T’Challa looks back to Erik and nods before leaving.

Oh yes, you thought, finally, the two of you are alone. You’d have been thinking of Erik the same way he’d been thinking of you. You’d been watching over him for years and seeing what a gorgeous man he's grown into made you clench your thighs. Strong and demanding. Just the way you liked them Being gifted with the power to be feared and respected by all men made you desire just the opposite, and here he was in all his glory.

“I see your attitude still tends to get the best of you. You could have asked me nicely and I would have been much obliged to tell you.” You start to circle him, watching the way his lip twitched in an upward scowl, exposing the gold on his teeth, he growled out a harsh, insincere ‘Please’. You roll your snake-like eyes playfully, satisfied with the response. For now, at least.

Placing your decorated hands into Eriks, you show him the rings that covered your fingers, some silver some gold. They all commonly held the shiny green stone in the center, the smallest of the rings resting above your knuckle on your pinky finger, hardly hanging on.

“This is Malachite, The stone of transformation” Erik’s hands remained still as he tried to resist the urge to stroke the back of your soft hands with his thumbs. His eyes trailed from your hands to your face, he was able to admire your beauty from up close. Noticing the small unique details of your appearance, like the faint gleam of your fangs as you continued to speak.

“The Malkata was built over it during Pharaoh’s rule. He did nothing to preserve it so when he perished I took control of the production and distribution of the gem. Just as Vibranium thrives in wakanda, Malachite thrives here in Malkata.” You rub your hand across his gold necklace, the Vibranium starting to vibrate and glow. Erik was taken back at his suit's reaction, snapping out of his trance, becoming defensive.

“That ain’t it, yo creepy-ass doing something else with the Malachite, Vibranium is the strongest material on this planet how can some ordinary gemstone enable it.” he asked, tilting his head.

You chuckle and step away. “The answer is simple.” You thought for a moment, comically taping your index finger on your defined cheek. “It’s none of your business” placing your hands on your hips. Erik stepped closer putting his arms around your waist pulling you tighter against his pelvic area. Whispering into your ear he says “Anything that messes with my family and my country is my business, so why don’t you be a good girl and tell me what's up, and maybe I'll give you a little something in return. His hands traveled lower cupping the under area of your ass.” you scoffed and pushed him away. Were you aroused? Of course, you were it's been centuries since you’ve had sex, but there was no way in hell you were going to share the secrets of your country for your own selfish needs.

Your patience was running thin.

“I am no whore” you turned to walk away. Not now at least. “Aye where you go-” he grabs your hand turning you around. You stare back up at him with a paralyzing look, sealing his lips. He couldn't speak even if he tried only murmurs and grunts coming from him. His body had gone stiff too.

“N’Jadaka, I am sure you are no fool. You grab me like that again and I will not hesitate to rip your arms right out of the sockets and beat you with them” As of that moment Erik did not feel threatened ‘you could beat this dick’ he thought. Your anger and frustration were so sexy to him he didn't even care that you could kill him at any moment. You could smell his arousal and stepped away, ‘What a strange man’ you thought. Raising our hand, you released Erik from paralysis.

“You may see yourself out” walking away you turn one last time to Erik “And tell T’Challa I will not be attending the next meeting, I'm busy.”

Erik carefully watched you leave the room. Once he was sure you were gone, he dropped his act and smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets fiddling with the tiny ring he had taken from your hands. He had done his part, now needed to figure out how he was going to tell T’challa he fucked up the first part of the deal.

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The Prince and The Boy (5.1)

Chapter 5.1: The Way

A College AU

Texas Southern University (Houston,Tx)

Ship: Chiron Harris x Erik Stevens

Warning(s): fluff, slight angst…. (;

A(s)/N: It’s late as fuck and poorly edited but here it is! The first part of chapter five. This one took some hair pulling to get out, but it’s finally here! We’re taking a breath of relief, but you may not be...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“If you don’t calm yo ass down, sir.”

Bryson is tired of watching Chi run around like a chicken with its head cut off. He’d been running around for the past hour, nervous energy falling behind him as he went. This was the most nervous he’d ever been. “Nigga, you making me nervous.. Chill out bro.”

“I can’t! First dates mean something, right? What if I fuck something up?”

“You’ll be fine, you’re overthinking this shit.” Bryson looks up at Chiron who is almost frantically looking through the shirts in his closet.

“Just go with the green one.”

Chi takes the shirt in question out of the closet and holds it to his chest, “This one?”

“Yeah. I heard it was gon be cooler today so long sleeves is a better option.” Bryson points while eating some Cheez Its. Chi nods as he puts the green shirt on the bed along with pants he has laid out.

Chi claps his hands once rubbing them together, “Alright, now help me pick out shoes.”

Bryson throws his hands up in exasperation, “C’mon. Nigga. Seriously?”

Chi gives him a look that has Bryson blowing out an agitated breath. He gets up to help his friend search for the perfect pair of shoes.

“Go with the white ones,” He says as he picks up a shoe box, “you haven’t even worn these. They still in the box.” Bryson gives the box to Chi and turns around to leave, he stops at the door. “You need me for anything else nigga?”

“Yeah, actually—”

“Don’t care,” Bryson waves Chiron off as he walks out of the room not looking back.

Chi rolls his eyes at his best friend and goes to shower and freshen up.

Once Chiron is done with his shower, he takes a deep breath. Stepping out and drying himself off he grabs the lotion and moisturizing his body. In his room he looks at the outfit one more time before putting it on.

He goes into the living room to find Bryson. Stepping in front of the tv he holds his arms out at either side of his body.

“So….how do I look?”

Bryson has a pensive look on his face and motions for Chi to give a turn with a twirl of his index finger. Chi spins around slowly as Bryson inspects his outfit, nodding in approval. “Calm down Chiron. You look good, you’re going to be fine when you see him,” Bryson sits back down on the couch and signals for Chi to move from in front of the tv. “What time did he say he was coming to pick you up?”

“He said 12.”

Bryson wipes his hands and checks his phone, “It’s 11:30. He should be here soon, you got everything?” Chi checks his pockets for his keys, his phone, and wallet.

“Yeah I got everything.”

“Then sit down and chill out nigga.” Bryson offers him the box of Cheez Its from Chi’s snack cabinet.

“You always eating my snacks like you live here.” Chi pushes the box away from him.

“Look, you asked me to come over and help yo hyperactive ass, so I’m here.”

Chiron sits down on the couch with Bryson trying to stay calm as he waits for Erik. He mentally goes through everything he needs and his eyes widen. He did forget something. He gets up and makes his way to his bedroom, attempting to calm his nerves in the process.

Getting to his room, he immediately searches his dresser for the forgotten items. He can’t believe he’d almost forgotten the two things he never leaves the house without. He lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding as he put his chain and watch on. In an attempt to release his nerves he runs his hands down his face and takes a slow breath.

“Yo! Chi!” Bryson snaps him out of his brief feeling of relief.

“What?” He answers, making his way down the hall and into the living room freezing like an antelope in headlights when he sees Erik standing in his entryway on his phone.

Erik looks up and smiles at Chi, putting his phone in his pocket.

“I texted you.” Chi digs his phone out of his pocket to look at it and sure enough he’d gotten a text five minutes ago letting him know that Erik is on his way.

“Oh,” Chi whispers softly. “My bad,” he says with an apologetic smile and a shrug.

There goes that smile. Erik thinks.

“Nah, you’re good.” Erik replies with a smile as his eyes scan Chi’s frame.

Damn, he looks good.

Erik nods liking what he sees as Chi stands there awkwardly. Both gazing at each other in timid excitement. It feels like hours before Bryson speaks, his voice cutting through the silence and tension.

Bryson side eyes them as he asks, “Y’all niggas leavin’ soon, or…?”

The two men snap out of their haze. Chiron gives his best friend an annoyed look that says “Nigga, if you don’t shut the hell up”.

“Y’all just gon stand there? Don’t you two have mummies to go see and shit?” Bryson asks, wondering why the two men are still standing in the living room.

“Y-yeah, come on let’s get out of here, I already got our tickets.” Erik steps to the side to allow Chi to lead the way out of his apartment. He follows close behind as they quickly walk to the car, attempting to leave the embarrassment of being caught behind them.

Erik walks around to the passenger side of his blacked out Acura Nsx, and opens the door for a surprised Chi. He waits until Chi is seated, shooting him a grin, before going around to the driver’s side.

Chiron looks at the luxury car in confusion, wondering how a college student is able to afford something this expensive. He pushes his curiosity down not wanting to assume or ask too many questions. He figures if Erik wants him to know he’ll tell him in his own time.

Erik turns his music up, connecting his phone to the bluetooth and chooses a playlist before pulling out of the parking lot. Cartoons and Cereal by Kendrick Lamar and Gunplay fills the air and Erik smiles, putting the car in reverse to leave Chi’s apartment.

Chi nods his head to the beat, rapping the lyrics under his breath. Erik notices and smirks. “You fuck wit Kendrick?”

Chi shrugs and gives him a small smile, “Yeah, he aite.”

Erik snaps his head to Chi a look of disbelief on his face. “Aite?! Kendrick is the goat nigga the fuck you mean?” Erik turns the music down as Gunplay’s verse comes on.

Chi slightly smiles at Erik’s excitement. “He cool, I guess.”

“Cool you guess.” Erik mocks Chiron under his breath with a shake of his head. He couldn’t believe it. “Okay, if Kendrick is ‘cool you guess’ then who you got on repeat these days?”

Chi ponders for a second, looking up towards the roof of the car. “Mostly niggas from the south. Lil Wayne..Outkast...Gucci….Three 6 Mafia.” Erik nods in approval, impressed with his taste in music.

“Word? You rock wit Outkast?”

“Yeah, they cool.”

“Alright I see you. Let me find out little Chiron know something about rap.”

“Man chill out, you don’t know what I know.” Chiron chuckles.

“Shit, I’m tryna find out if you let me.”

The two men share a heated look and Chiron holds his hand out for the aux cord. Erik smiles as he hands it to Chiron.

He connects his phone, going to his music library and choosing one of his personal favorite Outkast songs, Da Art of Story Tellin’ Pt. 2.

“Now THIS shit? Fire!” Chiron says with a bright grin on his face. Erik looks at Chi while he’s in his own world. His eyes crinkle at the sight of Chi letting loose for the first time around him.

Erik reaches over to turn the music down just a little bit which causes Chi to look over at him. “What made you like southern rap so much?”

“I’m from Atlanta, this is gospel at home.”

“Word?” Chi nods and turns the music up again. The two go back and forth exchanging anecdotes about their favorite songs and comparing their music tastes. The fifteen minute ride to the museum flies by as they enjoy each other’s company, getting lost in conversation.

Erik turns the car into the parking lot of the Houston Museum of Natural Science, a place Chi had earlier admitted he hadn’t yet been to.

They park then show their proof of tickets and as soon as they walk in Erik makes a beeline to King Tutankhamen, Chi following closely behind.

Chi is amused as he follows Erik past the other exhibits and asks, “Yo, what’s your fascination with this stuff?”

Erik’s eyes light up, his dimples deepening. “Ancient Egypt is one of the most advanced civilizations to this day. Their methods were way ahead of their time.”

They come to a pair of solid gold sandals with individual toe shaped tips all gilded as well. Chi looks at them pensively with a scrunched up nose.

“The fuck are these for? Niggas was wearing grills on they feet back in the day?”

Erik throws his head back in laughter his own gold slugs on his bottom incisors catching the light, the vein in his neck making itself known. Chiron tracks his movements, taking notes. He momentarily forgets what he’d said to make him laugh like that and wonders how he could get him to do it again.

“Nah, they’re toe guards. They were put on the fingers too. It was a way to protect those parts of the body after mummification. The Egyptians believed that after death you would find your body again before actually crossing over so they developed a preservation process to keep it recognizable to your spirit.”

Erik’s voice fades into the background and Chi bites his bottom lip. His eyes focus on the way Erik’s lips form around certain words. He briefly wonders how said lips would feel against his own. His mind drifts to the wishful moment and he misses it when Erik stops talking.

Erik smiles slyly when he notices the faraway look on Chi’s face. He waves his hand and laughs when Chi blinks out of his trance. “You good?”

Chi looks at Erik and for a brief moment time stops. Unspoken words fall between them as they gaze at each other.

The moment leaves as quickly as it comes. Chi clears his throat and looks to the side. “Yeah. I-I’m good. What’s next?”

They walk side by side looking at the different displays. Both of them paying more attention to each other than the exhibits. They stand close together at each stop, arms brushing against one another, sending chills down their spines. They reach the end and Erik turns to Chi.

“You down to go eat? Or I can take you home...” his voice trails off as he looks at Chi in question.

“Yea I could eat.” Chi answers.

“You sure? We could look around some more…”

“Nah I’m good. I was mostly paying attention to you anyways.”

Chi stops himself short, not believing he let that leave his mouth. It wasn’t a lie though and it’s too late to take it back now.

Erik smirks and gives Chi a heated look. “Good to know.”

Walking out of the diner Erik and Chi feel light on their feet. The conversation at lunch flowed easy, both men letting their guards down and slightly opening up for the first time.

On their way back to the car they continue their conversation about school. Erik talks about his love of computers, math, and science, but mentions his actual desire to do something involving international affairs.

Chi reveals his goal of becoming a substance abuse therapist and his want to help people struggling with addictions. He also wanted to find a way to offer support to the families of those fighting addiction.

“What made you choose that field to go into?” Erik turns to Chi and he shrugs.

“I’ve seen how that shit can affect people and others around them in my home city. I want to help people in that position have a second chance to live without an addiction.”

Chiron half answers the question his body tenses at the memories, not wanting to go into detail of his childhood. He knew first hand how damaging addiction can be.

Erik stops walking and turns toward Chi.

“You okay?” He asks, trying to figure out what made Chi freeze up.

“Nah I’m fine.”

Erik doesn’t believe him but decides not to push the issue. He turns to start walking again, gently grabbing Chi’s hand, linking them with his.

Chi looks down at their joined hands his shoulders immediately tensing up not sure how to process what was happening.

Erik can feel Chi tense up.

In an effort to ease the tension Erik brings up Chi’s hand and kisses the back of it gently. Chi watches as Erik brings up his hand and kisses the back of it gently as they continue the walk to the car.

The following Monday, Chi finds himself walking through the building that houses his psychology classes. As he’s about to put his earbuds in, he overhears a feminine voice speaking loud as hell.

Kayla had been posted up outside of Chi’s classroom for 10 minutes before finally spotting him walking out. She sets her plan in motion as soon as he’s within earshot, raising her voice and fast forwarding to the part of the story she wants him to hear.

“Yeah, girl, that nigga Erik is a dog.”

Chi perks up at Erik’s name and slows down to a stop, pretending to read a flyer nearby.

“That nigga is one of the biggest hoes on campus, you can’t trust these football niggas. Walkin around here like they’re Gods gift to earth,” Chi raises his eyebrow in confusion. She can’t be talkin about my Erik. Can she?

“Y’all were cute, too. That nigga don’t deserve you, sis.” Her line sister eggs Kayla on.

“He’s never interested in a relationship, that nigga always wants to fuck and my dumbass fell for it for a minute.” Kayla adjusts her pink and green line jacket as she rolls her eyes.

Kayla gives one last look to make sure Chiron was listening before she leads her friends away.

Chi is left there dumbfounded. How could he have been so wrong about Erik? Sure, he was confident bordering on cocky, but he never pegged him as the player type.

Chi shook his head and turned to walk out of the building. Is he using me for just a quick fuck, is that all he sees me as?

The whole walk back to his apartment, Chi couldn’t get his mind off of what Kayla had said. He didn’t want to believe her, but a guy like Erik actually wanting him, seemed too good to be true.

Once he gets home he puts his phone on silent and spends the rest of his day wallowing around his apartment. He goes over every moment he’d spent with Erik, reassessing his tone and body language. Was it just lust? Chi wasn’t sure but he needed some time to find out.

Slinging his track bag over his shoulder he makes his way towards the door. Taking his phone out of his pocket he sees a text from Erik. He pauses in the doorway and stares at the name before sliding the phone back in his pocket and leaving.

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