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Whumptober 2023 No. 25 - Storm

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The weather forecast had actually indicated, they'd be make it back to the U.S. in time. After they'd just spectacularly fucked up the technically simple mission of recruiting someone who'd ended up running from them before they'd even been able to exchange a single word, it shouldn’t come as a surprise though that they'd only just covered half the miles when the sky above the Blackbird began to darken significantly.

Logan couldn’t say he was unhappy, seeing the first flashes crack the sky in the distance, a shortly following rumble revealing, they were about to fly right into that storm. An early end to one of these trainings that his dear team leader and partner had been insisting on lately whenever the X-Men were using their jet, suited him just fine. Not least because he didn’t feel, he made any progress to speak of with his brand new skill, he might as well retreat to the cargo hold for half a bottle and a good smoke while Scott took his beloved usual set at the helm. "Signing over navigation." He frowned at his lover questioningly when Scott's narrow hand came to rest on his before he could type the according command into his console, letting him know he wouldn’t get out of duty early that easily tonight.

"Lesson's not finished yet." Scott gruffly pushed Logan's arm back towards the navigational arrows in the middle of the display, looking back and forth between the shitty weather outside and Logan's increasingly tense shape with a routine calm that Logan usually only too gladly let infect him …

But not with regard to one of the few things regarding their shared mission of trying to make this fucked-up world a somewhat better place that could truly unsettle Logan. It had been a couple of admittedly fulfilling interesting years since he'd joined that bunch of mental wrecks, idealists, and hardened scoundrels that Charles had once gathered to do the dirty work for him. In spite of making only meager progress in the never-ending battle for global mutant tolerance, Logan had gotten used to even the stupidest and most pointless feeling task by now that living and training in a house together with also a bunch of traumatized enhanced fleas brought. The one conviction of his though that this new heroic calling in Westchester hadn’t been able to change? That if, whatever obscure higher being out there was maybe responsible for this shitty little planet and its inhabitants, had meant for humans to fly, they'd all have wings. "Not tonight, Slim. At least not if you want your precious baby to stay in one piece. You don't want me to crash this damn thing, do you?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Scott admonished him surprisingly softly for how much of a sadistic, condescending asshole this guy could – had to – be in the field and as an instructor. "You've seen us maneuver through much worse."

"You guys. Not me." Logan leaned back in his seat with crossed arms, still leaving it to the autopilot to follow the original course. Sooner or later, Scott would surely take over for him all voluntarily before they'd get too close to those jet-black clouds in the distance. "You know damn well I'm never gonna do the whole Maverick show that you love so much. I know now how to keep this thing in the air; that should be more than enough for emergencies."

"Emergencies, huh? So what do you call that?" Scott nodded at the increasing number of blinding light white in the distance.

"Nothing you want me to try and slalom through in any case, unless you want the jet's ass scorched off," Logan growled, only even more reluctant.

"Logan, I know you're not a tech nut like me and I'm not asking you to. That also means you just gotta trust me on a couple of things though." With a still surprisingly calm hand on his shoulder, warm fingertips coming alluringly close to the collar of his uniform, Scott got Logan to relax at least a little, lower his arms, though Logan was still careful to keep away from controls he was no longer comfortable with handling, trust or no. "Part of that means sucking it up when I tell you, I spent half my youth equipping this old Lockheed with all the Shi’ar tech and toys that Charles has been able to retrieve from the Empress in the course of the centuries. These shields can handle any weather turbulence that this planet has to offer. Frankly, you wouldn’t even have to switch to manual. But I want you to. I need you to practice spontaneous course and speed alteration. With your feral reflexes, that should be easier for you than for any of us, not harder. And I've been neglecting those kinds of lessons with you for far too long as it is."

"Yeah, because I told you to go fuck yourself whenever you tried," Logan gave back with a weak grin. "You've only been bribing me with too much sex lately. Still got no idea why you suddenly want me to be a pilot, Slim."

"Not a pilot. Only the best second-in-command for my team that you can be. That includes doing each of my jobs on missions when I'm out. I don't got your healing factor, sadly. There'll come a day when I'll need you on the helm because Ororo might be off on another mission and Hank might be busy putting me back together there in the rear. As long as we don’t have the teenagers trained well enough to join us, there's not that many people left in Westchester right now whom I could trust with such things, you know." A very familiar shadow of still-not-quite-processed grief haunted Scott's expression for a moment, leaving deep lines around those beautiful full lips that had never quite gone away after losing his last big love at Alkali Lake. Since then, there was even more responsibility on those thin shoulders than someone still so young should be forced to handle, thanks to there being one teacher and one fighter on their team less. More than once in the first few months after Jean's death, Logan had worried, even before trying his best to comfort this stubborn asshole had unexpectedly turned into deep feelings, that Scott would break under all this pressure.

Under usual circumstances, that would have been enough motivation to relieve his partner at least of one of these worries about their demanding job. But in this case, much as he tried, Logan just couldn’t bring himself to put his hand back on the electronic stick, not with how fucking close they were to that storm now. "I'm not saying you're wrong, Slim, just … Maybe we can give this a couple of tries at the simulator at home first."

Scott grabbed his hand again where it almost painfully clenched around Logan's thigh, wincing a little, drawing an almost inaudible gasp that probably only Logan's sharp senses could pick up on via their headsets. "Claws, what …? You need to talk to me if you want me to understand you. I don't think I've ever seen you freeze before."

"This is just not my environment." With a small shudder, Logan turned away from both the unnerving spectacle in the distance and the view of nothing but endless masses of water below them, glistening menacingly in the light of millions of volts. "I don’t exactly have good memories of crashing into the water."

A light caress now soothingly went up and down the side of his neck as Scott probably remembered the few sparse notes in Logan's file about the least unpleasant encounters with some of his arch-enemies, in that time before he'd come to Charles. Only when the worst shudder on Logan's skin subsided, from almost feeling the coldness and unbearable pressure on and in his body in these months of being trapped underwater, Scott let go of him for a moment. Only to reach for the back of his chair instead though, to turn it to the side unexpectedly, so he could look Logan straight in the eye through the obstacle of his glasses. His warm, deep voice carried the necessary gravity and compassion to try and get it through to Logan how serious he was about his next words. "We are not going to crash, I told you. Even if there's ever a serious problem with the jet, I'll have you in a parachute before I got my own on, and there's a dozen emergency capsules that will get us to safety even in the middle of the Atlantic. I will not let you drown, Logan, no matter what happens. Think you can trust me with that?"

"If I didn’t trust you, we wouldn’t be where we are right now, Slim." Logan brought Scott's hand to his lips for a brief, absent kiss, grateful that they'd already taken off the parts of their suits no longer needed for the moment. "That doesn’t make it a better idea though to try and overcome that kind of anxiety in a middle of a damn storm. You really want me to keep freezing while we're in there?" He shuddered when the jet finally flew right into the first cloud and a noticeable vibration went through the vehicle, his fist immediately clenching around his own knee again, out of the childish need for purchase, for stability.

"I think I can think of something to distract you from bad memories." For some reason, Scott suddenly had a grin on his lips that after almost two years of sleeping together, Logan knew very well … Only he'd never seen it on what was technically still a mission, even when it was only the two of them on it.

Sure enough, before he'd even opened his mouth to ask, Scott suddenly slipped down to the ground in front of Logan's still half-turned seat, unceremoniously grabbing his hips with both hands, pulling him forward on the pilot's chair a few inches. "Eyes on the sky and hands on the navigation."

"Uh." Logan was at a loss about anything intelligent to say and damnit … Now he couldn’t continue to insist that Scott finally took the damn helm, not when his lover wasted no time, pawing at the front of Logan's uniform, pulling the zipper down all the way to his loins in one go. Next, a still quite blindsided but increasingly turned-on moan came from his lips as his lover pulled aside the open halves of his suit, deft fingertips already at the edge of Logan's briefs, tugging those out of the way as well. "Slim …" His partner's pet name was suddenly nothing but a hoarse whisper on his lips, heat rushing through his veins, indeed starting to push all those irrational fears from his consciousness, even while another tremor went through the jet. Logan somehow, arduously remembered that he had the means to prevent more of this unpleasant clenching of his stomach literally at his hand and forced himself to let go from where he'd instinctively come to hold on to his lover's shoulders, turning his head back towards the windshield, to his console instead, panting fast. Scott was apparently so determined to rid Logan of one of his few phobias that he even broke his golden rule of no fraternizing as long as they got their suits on. Anything but doing his best on his part to resolve this annoying issue would have been not only embarrassing but also widely unfair. But still having his full concentration now on the sky, or on the many warning yellow flashes on his console that guided his fingertips on the navigation arrows with regard to the necessary course corrections, soon turned into a harder task than going in the ring with someone like Sabretooth and Mystique almost.

Scott wasted no time, getting that skilled mouth on his on Logan's quickly growing erection, sucking him down masterfully inch by inch, making use of that basically non-existent gag reflex of his. Scott's own labored breathing ghosting over the thin fuzz of his loins, his strong throat muscles swallowed around the head of Logan's pulsating cock, Logan's feral sexual urges quickly threatening to take over, demanding fast and repeated satisfaction.

He groaned out a weak warning, reaching down with one hand to try and loosen at least Scott's harsh kneading motions from where his lover had slipped both hands inside his uniform to hold on to Logan's ass … With a curse, he had to bring it back up again when the navigation warned him, they were right about to hit the next storm front and only a sharp turn prevented the whole damn jet shaking once more.

He could swear he could feel Scott grin around his aching flesh before attacking him even more mercilessly with tongue, lips, and hands. Quickly finding in a firm rhythm, taking all of Logan in with every thrust of his head down, Scott left no doubt he knew exactly how close Logan already was after less than a minute, not least thanks to none of their usual means around to prevent such a fast build-up and no chance to distract himself by returning the favor in any way either … And apparently, his lover was very much okay with such a fast completion of his current job.

Indeed, less than another minute later, Logan tensed harshly on his seat once more, this time only for most pleasurable reasons though, as Scott pressed his lips especially close to his abs, all of Logan's rock-hard flesh buried deep inside that wonderful tight heat.

At the same time, Scott slipped one hand deeper between his cheeks in spite of the obstacle of his tight pants, nimble fingertips finding their target unerringly as so often, with just the slightest bit of pressure against the rough ring of skin …

Not even focusing on what was left of Logan's clear senses, to not fly them right into the next damn flash helped withstand such outrageous skills of that heavenly mouth.

Scott stayed right where he was in spite of his strangled, choked breathing as Logan shouted out his name, allowing him to come right down his throat only too happily. He only pulled back when Logan slumped down on his seat, equally out of breath, shaking all over. "See? Knew you could be a fast learner if you try." Lewdly licking his slightly swollen lips, his lover made no move to get up from his kneeling position yet, almost casually rubbing one hand up and down that remarkable bulge at the front of his own uniform but signaling Logan with a harsh headshake, this was not the time when Logan made a move to reach out to him and give some of that wonderful attention back. "Uh-uh. We can talk about that when we're out of that storm. Think you can feel a little better about that now? Or do you require further encouragement?"

Seeing Scott reach for a certain tiny bottle of oil from the emergency med kit on his belt, Logan decided there was for once no need to be overly ambitious about not accepting help in a situation where he was still learning. "They do say practice makes perfect, right?"

Scott grinned to himself in amusement and went back to work.

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skinchambers · 4 months

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X-Fast

Fandom: X-Men

Characters: Storm, Rouge, Wolverine, & Jean Grey

Summary: You go out for breakfast with the X-Men after a sleepover.

Continued from: Night at the Mansion

\Chapter One

When I was offered the opportunity for breakfast with my best friends I jumped outta bed at the opportunity. I felt like a child on Christmas all over again. Rising out of bed like Dracula, my eyes jetting around the room as I try to wake up despite the internal excitement. My eyes wonder over to Wolverine. He surprising actually sports a jacket now, over his tank top of course.

“Come on! Get up Sugah!” Rouge yells waving her hand up like she was Doctor Strange.

I finally realize that I don’t have anything that are actual clothes. I run to Storm asking her if she could run me to my house so I can get some clothes. Instead she throws me a look & a smirk. Throwing me light tan pants with a navy blue sweater.

“That should work honey.” Storm says as a smirk comes across her face. I feel seen by her, as if she was a caring mother.

“Everyone ready?!” Logan shouts with even more gruff in his voice than last night.

In just a moment everyone runs over to Logan, dressed in pure perfect outfits like we were at a gala.

“Let’s head out!” Logan yells as he swipes Scott’s keys off the table in the main hall. A smile even coming across his face as if he’s proud of stealing Scott’s keys. He hurries us out the door quickly like a father who is messing around with his kids.

Chapter Two

A bell rings throughout the hall of the diner, the door swinging open with the ding in unison. The calming feeling of classic music comes over me, the wall covered in posters of Elvis, Dean Martin, & Frank Sinatra. Filled with the 50s feeling like we were really there.

“Hey kid, over here!” Logan yells waving his hand in my direction.

I was too busy zoned out to even realize the group had already sat down. I quickly head over to them, moving in-between Rouge & Storm. Plumping myself down inside the leather booth seats, feeling every inch of my body sink into them like they had been quicksand.

"You okay (Y/N)" Storm asks glancing to her right towards me.

"Yeah yeah! Sorry!"

Glancing to my right as to see what Rouge plans on ordering, she flips between different types of waffles like they aren't just waffles at the end of the day.

"So how did everyone sleep?" Logan springs up out of nowhere.

"Considering I was in a bed with three others, pretty good!" I reply trying to get closer to him.

"You know I can read your mind right? You can't lie about sleep near me." Jean says as she stares at me from across the table.

It felt like years had passed in that moment, our words & laughs engraved into the table itself. Flowing throughout like melodies in classical music. Until our food finally comes, steaming out & perfectly fresh.

"Will you want an extra fork for your stack of pancakes sir?" The waitress asks Logan.

"I'll be fine." He says with a smirk at the end, letting his claws out as he picks up all six pancakes at once.

The woman gasps with fear, as if she has never seen a mutant before. She speeds walk off like she had a firework up her ass. In that moment we all laugh so hard Rouge spits out her waffles. Even the other tables begin to look over at us in confusion, until they're met with heavy judgement filled glances. The laughing ceases, the diner falls quiet. Everyone stares at us with hate in their eyes.

"I think it's time we go." Logan angerly lets out as he grabs his leather jacket.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU DIRTY MUTANT!" The diner folk yell as they begin throwing their food. Yet Jean is here for us, she stops the food all in mid-air. A smile runs across her face as she looks over to me & Logan, a moment shared between us as we break into laughter. Which ends tragically as soon as we turned back around to the door. A man stands there, looking into my eyes. A cop with shaky hands, I can see the fear in his eyes. He looks into mine with hate, with anger, thinking I'm a mutant. The gun shakes in his hand as Logan is still too busy laughing about the food with Jean. BANG! I collapse to my knees as a bullet enters my shoulder in pure shock. Logan stops his laughing turning immediately towards the officer. Anger runs through his face as Logan throws the cop through the window like it's nothing. A tear runs down my face as I clamp my hand around my shoulder. The bullet going straight through.

"Come on kid! Lets get you back!" Logan yells as he lifts me up in a hurry. Jean in anger sends everything throughout the diner flying.

To be continued...

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thestreamweaver · 1 year

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Night Terror

Ororo woke to a thud, she looked around the room, there was nothing there that she could see. Then a sound caught her attention, it was a grunt. She quickly looked to her side seeing that her mate wasn't there, she then got out of the bed going to the other side.

She was surprised to see him, laying on his side in a fetal position, on the floor, claws fully drawn, grimacing and wincing in pain.

"Logan!" She gasped as she landed on her knees next to him, he was shaking.

"What happened?" She asked panicked.

"I… Don't… Know… RAH!"

"Can you move?" she asked, he adjusted himself slightly, then put his hand on the floor trying to push himself up.

"Ahh!" He yelped as he fell back down.

"N-no." He said painfully, Ororo got up manipulating the air in the room causing the wind to pick him up cradling him, she carefully put him back on the bed. Then turned running to Hank's room.

BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG – BANG!

"HANK! HANK!" She yelled banging on his door as hard as she could, a moment later the door swung open.

"What is it?" He asked urgency in his voice.

"It's Logan." She said back, starting to run back toward their room, Hank followed close behind. Getting to the door Hank was shocked at Logan's condition. He looked like a normal human would look if they'd just been bitten by an extremely venomous snake.

"Good God, what has happened to you Logan!?"

Part of my story: “Life Of A Dandelion” On Archive of our own.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43961253/chapters/110535261#workskin

#x men fanfiction #fanfiction stories #Ororo Munroe #James Logan Howlett #wolverine #storm x men #family #love #sacrifice #x-men evolution #interdependence #interracial couple #I love these two

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lovin-the-hussle · 1 year

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There is a Storm brewing

A Logan/Ororo Munroe fanfic! In the making!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43150396/chapters/108446584

#X-men #Storm #Wolverine #Ororo Munroe #Logan #Own Writing #Fanfiction

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lit-works · 2 years

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"Ah might've killed that man if he hadn't already been dead." Rogue says quietly.

"Learn from that lesson, kid, and be more careful in the future." I tell her. "But don't dwell on it. Death was probably a release for him, anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"From the uniform he's wearin', I'd say he was one of the missing guards. The Hand would have only one reason to keep him alive as a prisoner," I explain. "They'd wanna know how many people are inside the base, and how to get through the mass-field wall. That's probably why the blew the generator up last night."

"You–you mean they tortured him?" Rogue chokes.

I nod, then dismiss the subject. Rogue looks pale, and I know it's not just the moonlight. "As tough as she acts, she's really got a pretty tender heart," I think. "This is a lousy job for a teenager."

Still, the girl follows gamely behind me, determined to get even with the assassins,as I continue tracking the man whose trail has led me this far.

I can hear him as well as smell him now. From the way he stops occasionally and waits, I guess that he knows we're following him. I suspect he may even be leading us into an ambush. I wonder if he knows that I know he knows. That would make the game more deadly. My quarry's scent mingles with that of four other men. I've noticed that Hand assassins often travel and attack in packs of fives.

"We got a full house," I whisper to Rogue. "Let's blitzkrieg 'em! Thataway!"

Rogue gets a good grip beneath my arms and flies off with me. I don't see the ambush ahead, but I know it's there, waiting. Letting my intuition guide me, we soar over the brush until I see the slightest flicker of a shadow. Then I signal Rogue to drop me to the ground below.

My fall causes a small disturbance in the brush, but the shadowy shape that moves toward me, sword drawn, is unprepared for my sudden appearance. With a perfectly placed kick to the knee and a second blow to the back of the skull with the side of my hand, I put my attacker out of commission, then quickly check out my foe. He wears the crimson robes of the Hand, and he's armed to the teeth with weapons only a ninja would use.

I hear a disturbance several yards away and realize Rogue has made her first strike. I sneak up on the noise until I can see what's going on. Rogue has knocked out another assassin. He lies slumped against a tree. In close quarters of the forest, though, my partner can hardly keep taking off and dive-bombing her targets, so she remains on the ground, trying to land a blow on a third and fourth ninja. With her strength, one blow is all she'll need, but The Hand assassins are agile and dodge her punches and kicks expertly.

As I watch, Rogue's attackers discover that their shurikens merely bounce off her and that their shortswords, which have shredded her costume, haven't even nicked her.

I'm reluctant to reveal my position until I see the fifth assassin, but one of the ninja pulls out a small weapon that I know can spell trouble for the young woman.

The device is a metsubishi, a small box with a mouthpiece and a blowhole. Customarily, it's loaded with dust or powdered pepper, which can be blown into an enemy's face. Knowing the Hand as I do, however, I'd be willing to be this Metsubishi contains something a bit more deadly. Rogue's skin may be thick, but her lungs are vulnerable, and I must act immediately.

I launch myself at the assassin aiming the weapon at Rogue. To keep him from maneuvering in close enough to harm her,

I spring from the undergrowth, slamming the ninja into a tree before he can blow through the deadly Metsubishi.

"Whoah!" Rogue cries out, startled by my action. She has no idea that I may have just saved her skin.i give the ninja another kick for good measure.

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theartistdesigner907 · 1 year

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Whelp, I decided Logan needed a slight haircut, so here he is with shorter hair, partly anyway 😁

The kids got ahold of it too much and played with it all the time thus making him decide it needed to be a little shorter until his hair decided otherwise anyway...

#wolverine #x-men #logan howlett #funny #james howlett #long hair #haircut #fanfiction #him and Ororo have a bunch of kids #storm #ororo munroe #RoLo #Ororo x Logan #x men evolution

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theuniversesvoicebox · 3 months

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Chapter 4: Missing Hermione POSTED!

Summary: Everyone is missing Hermione as she finds herself being interrogated by Magneto.

Teaser:

“I’ve had enough of your lies to last your lifetime, lil miss” Magneto stood up and let go of her hands, but the metal rings on her wrists kept her pinned to the table. “Speak the truth.”

“You found my wand in the alley, I am a witch…not a mutant.” Hermione cried out, as she felt the rings grow tighter and she looked down to the table when she gave up trying to lock on to his brain’s frequency. “I’m not lying, I can prove it if you just give me my wand, please…Magneto.”

Magneto slammed his hand down on the table on either side of her hands. “How sweet it is to hear you beg using my true name like such a good lil girl.” He smiled more fondly as he watched her tremble and her face, neck, and ears burned a darker shade of red.

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parisian-nicole · 1 year

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*I made this for entertainment purposes only!*

I ship Storm & Wolverine so hard!

#the rolo realm #RoLO #ororo x logan #storm x wolverine #storm x wolverine fanfiction #ororo munroe #james howlett #x men comics #x men fanart

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marvel-mistress-padawan · 1 year

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One of my older fanfics that I almost forgot about.

#fanfiction #ao3fic #wolverine/storm #x men movies

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bananabrain0 · 2 years

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RoLo is alive and thriving ⚡️

Check out my longfic work dedicated to this beautiful relationship.

The final chapters come out on October 1st and oh boyyyyy will the ending surprise you!

Image: Storm & Wolverine by Marc Silvestri

#ororo x logan #wolverine #x men fanfiction #ororo munroe #wolverine x storm #rolo #x men storm #logan x ororo #x men #x men fanart #x men comics #marc silvestri

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racefortheironthrone · 1 year

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With how much focus she has received since the beginning of the Krakoa era, what are your thoughts on Storm ? And do you agree on the perception that she's becoming something of a Mary Sue?

I’m going to start with a mini-rant about the Mary Sue.

To the extent that there is any validity to the term at all, it is solely and exclusively within the realm of fanfiction. A Mary Sue is an OC (original character) whose supposed annoying omni-competence is really secondary to the main problem with the character, which is that they warp the narrative away from the main characters of the source material - Kirk and Spock or Picard and Data stop doing things that drive the plot, and instead just stand around asking "where's Poochie?"

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Outside of fanfiction and in the realm of the media that gives rise to fanfiction, a prominent character who is incredibly talented and powerful and who makes the plot center around them is called a fucking protagonist - so no, Rey isn’t a Mary Sue, Carol Danvers isn’t a Mary Sue, Katniss Everdeen isn't a Mary Sue - none of them are Mary Sues and anyone who claims otherwise is showing that they have deep-seated Issues with female protagonists in their fiction.

Is Storm a Mary Sue?

Even if we weren't talking about the most prominent black woman character in fiction, I would consider this question pretty damn offensive, both because no one would ever ask this question about a male character and - in a franchise packed to the gills with hyper-powerful women who make the plots revolve around them and who even get the complementary Love Triangle - no one sends me asks about any of those (white) women.

But to answer your question: no, Storm is not a Mary Sue - she's the main character of the X-Men.

See, when Chris Claremont took over X-Men in 1975, he did so with a brand-new cast of characters, the so-called "All-New, All-Different X-Men." In no small part because they were far more diverse and more colorful than the O5 (suburban WASPs one and all), most of these characters would become break-out stars and the core of the X-Men from that day to this.

However, Claremont didn't vibe with all of the All-New X-Men equally: he had Sunfire quit the team (repeatedly), he killed off Thunderbird for shock value (a death that has only been reversed this last year), he would have killed off Wolverine if John Byrne hadn't stopped him (Claremont would later turn around on Logan once he worked out his voice), etc.

But one character that he vibed with right from the beginning was Ororo Monroe. From the very beginning, Claremont's Storm is the most powerful of the All-New X-Men, both in terms of her powers and in terms of her personality, being the only person who can face down Logan. At the same time, she's complicated by her struggles with crippling claustrophobia caused by the Suez Crisis-induced trauma of her childhood.

After a few years, Claremont tired of the African Nature Goddess routine and had Storm experience an almost total transformation that nonetheless was completely grounded in her character. Feeling overly limited by the total emotional control required of her powers, Ororo undergoes a subtextual lesbian awakening in Tokyo's underground punk scene and emerges out the other side a free spirit, leader of the X-Men, and Queen of the Morlocks.

In his most audacious move in LifeDeath I and II, Claremont had Storm lose her powers thanks to Forge's anti-mutant tech - and then defeat Cyclops in a duel for command of the X-Men without her powers - and then regain her powers in an epic cycle that saw the X-Men die and be reborn as outlaw heroes in the Australian Outback.

In sum, Storm was clearly Claremont's favorite character and, as a result had the most interesting character journey over his 16-year run on X-Men.

Storm in Krakoa

And then Storm basically lay fallow for almost thirty years. In no small part due to the pioneering work done by Claremont with this character, later writers were frankly too intimidated to touch the character and so starting in the 90s, Storm was increasingly sidelined in the comics in favor of the characters that were commercially "hot" at the time - Wolverine and Gambit, especially.

In the 2000s, the most significant thing to happen to Storm was her marriage to T'challa. While I think Reggie Hudlin had mostly good intentions with this decision - he wanted to create a black power couple at Marvel and thus put together Marvel's most prominent black man and black woman into a relationship - the result was to make Storm a supporting character in Black Panther comics, rather than a main character in X-Men comics.

I would argue that it is only recently with the advent of Al Ewing as a major writer in the X-office with S.W.O.R.D, X-Men Red, and Storm and the Brotherhood of Mutants that we've gotten a writer who's not afraid to write Storm as she deserves to be written - as the most powerful of the X-Men, the Regent of Arrako and the Voice of Sol, the standard-bearer of Magneto's legacy, and a woman trying to balance the demands of two planets and her own desires.

#X-men #x men meta #xmen #xmen meta #krakoa #chris claremont #ororo munroe #storm

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insurrection-if · 1 year

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hmm the more i think bout it, this IF is kind of like x-men with different lore and universe...YASS♥️🔥＼(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

That would probably make my dad proud, I think, haha! (´∀｀)

Ah, to be fair, the hopeful transition stage during which I was trying to detach these characters (originally OCs in my middle school years) from their fandom origins was notably influenced by the MCU hype back then: A Superhuman AU that allowed (most of) them to retain certain abilities from their former fandom + allowed (some) characters to keep their full identities semi-veiled for a time.

Surprisingly, certain characters losing their powers (ahem, Akil) really allowed them to change in ways I hadn't intended, just as needing to alter certain powers to create less repetitive powers (ahem, Retriever) had much the same effect. Aha, I tried out so many AUs for these characters at that time! The second-closest AU I wanted to choose back then had been a sort of fantasy Empire setting. Sigmund was a Demon, Curadora was a Sorceress, Imka was a Seer, Fyodor was an Angel, Akil perhaps a Mer-creature of some sort like a Siren or something else horribly deadly . . . and so on like that, haha!

Anywho, I'm very glad to see you're enjoying the vibes! （*´▽｀*）

But, I must admit . . . I am not overly familiar with the X-men. I could name a good lot of them (Wolverine, Cyclops, Professor Xavier, Magneto, Storm, Quicksilver, Colossus?, Deadpool?) but that's mostly because I was obsessed with film / show review videos in High School, some of which reviewed the films at that time or cartoons + associated comic lore (which I never chanced to watch). It's odd since my dad really wanted us to share two of his greatest passions from his childhood (Superheroes, mostly Marvel, and Star Wars) when we were kids, yet he never really shared any X-Men material. Not even when it came to the Deadpool films did he jump at watching it with us older kids. It was mostly MCU family-bonding we had, though my sisters and I loved Teen Titans and Spiderman shows as well. (Also, our earliest hero fascination, the Powderpuff Girls + my very first fandom, I think. Definitely my first read fanfictions. My sisters declared me as Blossom in our trio, haha!)

The X-men, though, were largely absent / uncommented on by him. ┐(´ д｀)┌ Oh, other than him loving Wolverine, haha! (I remember we even nicknamed our Grandpa's older Mercedes the "Wolverine Car" because of vicious tears in the front seats that he - jokingly to us little ones - claimed came from a werewolf attack. Still don't know the real cause to this day!)

Mm. though in typing all this I just realized . . . it's funny that siblings and I had stumbled onto sharing his love for WWE-style wrestling with each other without any encouragement from him, haha! At least, in the sense of us performing flashy moves with eccentric characters rather than actively watching the televised sport (as blood did and does make me squeamish)!

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My Girl

A Wolverine and the X-Men Fanfiction Written by: Jessicasland

Plot: In a universe in which the explosion on the Xavier Institute and Professor X’s coma never happened and where after the fight between Cyclops and Wolverine over Jean, Jean and Wolverine have now become official. They have gotten married and now Wolverine is awaiting the arrival of his and Jean’s first child and, boy, is he ever nervous.

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Note: I don’t own Wolverine and the X-Men, Marvel, the X-Men, or any of its characters.

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Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.

The ticking clock on the wall couldn’t be heard over the sound of pounding footsteps going up and down the hallway.

The footsteps belonged to the mutant called Wolverine, better known as Logan Howlett, and he was pacing back and forth in the hallway by the door of the medical bay awaiting on anyone to come out of there with any form of news on his wife, Jean Grey.

Two years ago, after the events of a fight that broke out between him and Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, over who would take Jean as his own, Jean made the decision to stay with Logan despite Scott’s protests. As time passed, they’re love for each other grew and as predicted, everyone in the mansion erupted into celebration when Jean and Logan had gotten married and the celebrations continued a year before when Jean announced that she was pregnant with hers and Logan’s first baby.

The pregnancy itself was a breeze for Jean and with each passing month, she grew more and more excited to become a mother. Logan, however, became more and more anxious as Jean’s belly became larger and larger and that the due date was fast approaching. Not just for himself but for Jean and the baby.

Would they make it out alright?

Would the baby have powers like it’s mother or it’s father?

Would there be a complication after birth?

Will Jean be stable enough to handle the laboring process?

Would be a good father to his child?

All of these questions rang through Logan’s head as he kept pacing across the hallway. Kitty Pride, Shadowcat, Bobby Drake, Iceman, Kurt Wagner, Nightcrawler, Ororo Monro, Storm, Forge, Tildie Soames, Rogue, and Professor Charles Xavier we’re all lined up on the wall near the doors to the medical bay.

They were all there for the same reason as Logan was but they weren’t expecting the gruff and tuff Canadian mutant to pacing back and forth with a anxious look on his face.

Kitty was the first to break the silence, “…is it just me or does Wolverine look nervous?”

“Nein,” Kurt replied, “he’s been like this ever since Jean went into labor this morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.”

Logan grumbled to himself as he leaned against the wall, now tapping his foot on the floor.

Ororo placed a hand on his shoulder and said, “Jean will be fine, she’s a strong mutant and has overcome so much since being apart of the institute.”

“You really think so?” Logan asked. “Yes, I’m sure,” Ororo replied, “we’ve all made sure she has gotten enough care, rest, food, and water for the past eight months already. Even with this summer drought, she looks as healthy as ever. She’ll be fine, I assure you.”

Logan sighs, “I know, it’s just… what if I ain’t a good dad? I’m not exactly the lovey-dovey type y’know.”

“Nonsense Logan,” said Professor Xavier, wheeling his way towards him, “you may not show it a lot but you have a heart of gold. You protect everyone around you before protecting yourself and if you can do that for your own child, that makes you a wonderful father.”

Logan smiled a little and only answered, “thanks Chuck.”

Suddenly, the doors of the medical bay opened and out came Dr. Henry “Hank” McCoy, Beast, walked out, a smile was spread across his face.

Logan walked up to Beast, hopeful for an answer. “Hank, everything alright?” he asked.

Beast only took Logan’s hand into his and shook it while replying, “Wolverine, I’m delighted to tell you that you and Jean are the proud parents of a beautiful daughter. Six pounds, eight ounces, and seventeen feet tall. As for Jean, she’ll be alright and much to my surprise, she’ll make a quicker recovery than I had originally thought.”

Everyone rejoiced and gave Wolverine their well wishes and congratulatory compliments. Professor Xavier smiled with pride.

Jean was one of his first students to ever join the institute. He had seen her grow up and helped her control her telekinetic powers and overtime, saw her become a powerful member of the X-Men. Now, she was a mother with a child, his grandchild.

“Can we go see Jean and the baby?” Kitty asked, eagerly.

“Yes,” said Beast, “you can all go in, but just for a while, Jean still needs her rest.”

The others made a beeline for the medical bay while Logan walked slowly behind them.

Then, he came upon a sight that made his heart stop for a moment.

There was his beautiful wife, Jean Grey, propped up in the hospital stretcher, still wearing the nightgown she was planning to take off earlier that morning. She looked exhausted yet she was still alert and gorgeous as ever. In her arms was a small bundle swaddled in a pink blanket. On it’s head was a thick mop of red hair.

Jean looked up from the baby and stared at Logan, who was looking at her with wide eyes.

“Logan,” she said, “c’mon, she won’t bite.”

Logan turned to the professor and he nodded with affirmation. He gulped and slowly walked towards Jean to get a better look at the baby.

His heart melted when he saw his daughters face for the first time.

She was beautiful.

Extra light almond skin, a dimple on her left cheek, and big, bright, blue eyes that were just like his.

Jean gently kissed the top of the babies forehead as she cooed, looking at her new surroundings. Logan gently ran his hand through the babies hair and on instinct, she grabbed one of Logan’s fingers with her tiny hands, feeling it’s texture.

The Canadian mutant blinked and smiled sweetly at his daughter.

“Oh, Logan,” gushed Ororo, “she’s beautiful.”

“She looks like you Jean,” said Kitty.

“It’s so… squishy looking,” added Bobby.

Kitty elbowed him.

“She’s perfect,” said Professor X, smiling proudly at his granddaughter, “have you both decided on a name for her yet?”

“We have,” said Jean, “Katherine. It was my grandmothers name.”

“Katherine,” said Logan, “…It’s perfect darlin’, just like ‘er.”

He smiled down at his new daughter and when little Katherine’s bright blue eyes met Logan’s, they twinkled and she let out a small smile.

Tildie remarked, “wow, her eyes were so shiny when she saw you Mr. Logan. Maybe Shine can be her code name when she gets older.”

Logan hummed and smirked, “maybe.” “..Logan,” said Jean, “do you wanna hold your daughter?”

He gulped.

Him? Hold his daughter?

“I dunno,” answered Logan, “what if-?”

“You won’t drop her,” said Jean, giggling, “I promise.”

Logan stared at Jean and Katherine for a while before sighing and sitting next to Jean on the stretcher.

Jean carefully handed Logan the small bundle and Ororo helped adjust his arms so that he could support Katherine’s head and neck.

Katherine looked at Logan with her shiny blue eyes before setting her head down on his chest while cooing. Logan smiled warmly at his daughter and back at Jean who kissed his cheek.

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“I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside

I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl My girl…”

Jean woke up later in the afternoon to the sound of someone singing but imagine her surprise when she turned to the left and discovered that the beautiful singing voice belonged to Logan.

He was sitting in a chair that Beast had brought in earlier across from the stretcher, holding little Katherine in his arms, and singing to her as the newborn was sleeping soundly.

In all her days since becoming an X-Men, Jean had never heard Wolverine sing before.

It was a strange yet touching sight and Jean just smiled tiredly not wanting to intervene before falling back asleep.

Logan turned to his sleeping wife and back at his new daughter.

Both of them were sleeping peacefully and all Logan could do was smile.

Katherine and Jean were both his girls and as long as he was around, no one would ever take them away from him.

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THE END

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Well, there you have it!

This is the end of the story!

For those who don’t know, Katherine makes her appearance in the comic series “Amazing Spiderman: Renew Your Vows” and is the daughter of Jean Grey and Wolverine. When I first found out about her, I just knew I had to write a story on how she came to be.

Please read, review, and no hateful comments please.

#wolverine and the x men #logan howlett #wolverine xmen #jean grey #logan x jean #katherine howlett #shine #amazing spiderman renew your vows

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