A jokingly and then not so jokingly apocamarc relationship examination💖💖💖
I don’t know what this became but let’s get into it
First off let’s get some Apocalypse basics (skimmed over multiple canon things as well as the movie but don’t read into the deets too hard)
Apocalypse is (debatably) the first mutant in marvel canon, a child who was thrown out for his grey and blue skin before being found and raised for his potential
Through that life he came to believe himself a god, conquering civilizations
He also has Egyptian ties, having grown up there
He’s extremely powerful and has merged with celestial technology that boosts those powers further including: energy blasts, shape shifting, flight, super speed, telepathy, telekinesis, genius level intellect and tactics, etc.
To make this armor work for him he had to be infected with a virus, so his body is slowly being eaten away, causing his consciousness to need to be transferred to different bodies over time
This is where we find him at the beginning of Oscar’s Xmen film, but he is betrayed and wakes up in the 80s, learning about life and collecting his four horsemen
He is unbelievably powerful, but he is alone, and the movie focuses on that with the xmen beating him via teamwork (and the Phoenix force ahA)
So now that that baseline is there, let’s explore how Apocamarc could come to be:
Imagine, after xmen apocalypse but in like a diff timeline layout that doesn’t have it happening in the 80s, Apocalypse’s mind reaches desperately out for somewhere to stay as his body disintegrates
He sees the Phoenix force and accepts that that being is more powerful than him, that it will wreak havoc and cleanse the world for him in his absence, and so he accepts the fate of his body, but not his mind
Being near godlike, it’s not hard to believe that his mind could connect to the over void as a sort of superhighway, breaking through the world of the gods for an earthly tether
And with very few avatars left on earth, it’s not hard to think that from there, his mind could find itself latching onto the MK system, a fragment of him latching on in his last moments as a form of survival
It’s an easy day in the flat in london, Marc fronting to make dinner, when something painful suddenly slams into the back of his consciousness, causing him to shout and double over, a new presence blooming in their mind, but not like a new headmate, like how it felt when he was taken over by Khonshu at the trial
Only it almost feels like an equal exchange
For a split second, a weight is lifted from their mind that Marc hadn’t realized was still there, only for something just as heavy to replace it
Basically, Apocalypse’s intrusion boots Khonshu out forcefully, severing him from his avatars
And what Marc realizes then, too, is that this new presence has created a thicker wall between him and Steven. He can still hear him, talk to him vaguely, but he is, for all intents and purposes, strangely front stuck
And then Apocalypse makes himself known
He tries to influence Marc, to get him to aid in his own dark plans, but Marc is too discombobulated and used to Khonshu’s BS to even give him the time of day
So they end up in a strange space of just… having to deal with a piece of a dying godlike being psychically attached to their mind, and Marc being unable to switch out even when he needs to
And this lasts for… months. Months of struggling, of talking to this thing in their head, of Marc and Steven (and Jake, but he’s been pushed so far back) trying to ease the wall between them, because Marc is getting more emotionally exhausted by the day, and this isn’t a time he wants to be vulnerable
But Apocalypse doesn’t get it
His views of grandeur and twisted scope on the world have left him so disconnected from himself, from any feelings
But he sees Marc deal with them, sees him beg for something to change even if he doesn’t know what he’s asking for
And it… shouldn’t… but perhaps it is being in their mind, that allows some of the emotions to bleed over, some of the memories
And one day, Apocalypse loosens his presence, and suddenly Steven is heaving against the counter of their sink, solid in the body for the first time in much too long
Deep in their mind, where Marc has retreated, Apocalypse follows
He finds him wrapped in memories, too many of them
He sees the angry face of a woman, the disgust, the rejection, and it tugs at something distant in himself, a vision of a woman tossing him into the sands, her hands jerking back as if burned, words that he still remembers but that so many have now forgotten too vivid for such an old memory
“Monster”
He shares that with Marc, that understanding, that common ground
And there is a fascination too, creeping into Apocalypse, of the small pieces of this life he has found himself connected to
Over time, it is a slow process, but things shift
A god reconnects to personhood, to the grounding feel of routine, to television, to the woman that greets Marc and Steven so freely, who knows nothing of Apocalypse, but he knows of her, of their care for her
He sees seasons change
He cannot conquer, but he still burns to, still burns to be that creature that was so disgusting to those in his past
Marc talks to him, sometimes. Or more accurately, Apocalypse talks to him and Marc answers
Apocalypse tells him about Khonshu one day, about how he forced him out to force his way in, about how he has pressed on their mind ever since, but there is no longer room for that space in them because Apocalypse is there
And perhaps, one day, the title falls too, and he is En Sabah Nur again
He is not an apocalypse, he is not the end, he is a beginning, his own beginning
And he is endlessly fascinated with Marc Spector
The consciousness he initially latched onto, the man who bleeds such a familiar pain, who he has observed and lived between the moments of
And Marc sees the weight En Sabah Nur holds, watches as he shifts from something so alien and dark, to something more in the shape of humanity
It is a strange thing, to watch a person of such power see the beauty around him again
And it makes Marc… hope again. Because if someone who has done so much wrong can still be a person, can still… feel and be something other than a monster, than maybe he can too
And there grows a gentleness between them, between god and man, a bridge of commonality that is not quite the same, but strangely close
En Sabah Nur does not remember what he used to look like, before his body was transformed, aged, stretched under alien technology, but the system’s body is… good. Home.
Marc is home
Marc is humanity
So… in summary… disconnected man who believes himself to be god rediscovers himself through a last ditch effort to exist, and becomes too taken by the sheer humanity of Marc Spector, of the past he pushes past to continue caring. Slowly being exposed to that changes him into something new, and Marc sees this, feels his presence, feels a strange sense of relief at Khonshu being pushed away.
Even if this is something different, something similar, it is not the same, and En Sabah Nur gives him hope in change. He sees the wistful look he has when he looks out at the world, feels the warmth slide back into that foreign consciousness, and perhaps a fondness grows there as well.
They would be a fascinating exploration of redemption and change, of regrounding, learning from the ordinary. In the end it could eventually end in a separation, a new body, perhaps magic or synthetic, becoming host to En Sabah Nur’s consciousness. And then there is a body, and a man, and things seem more real.
And perhaps he can continue to grow, with Marc, holding him carefully, delicately, still unsure if he will break the uniqueness in him by holding on too tight.
@pizzee @mockspector @scarabgrant you’ve wrought this on yourselves
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