#x men request

Could I please request a X-Men preference with Charles Xavier (James McAvoy), Erik Lehnsherr (Michael Fassbender) and Peter Maximoff on how they spend a rainy day with their crush?

(I hope that doesn't sound weird?) But thank you so much!

Summary: Totally Fucked from Spring Awakening, X-men kids; 

They hadn’t been training long. Not nearly enough to actually be good at fighting. But nobody is going to wait for them to learn. Raven is surprised that they’re dodging as well as they are. She’d been training them, but training is always different. There’s no finishing time in the real fights; there’s no pause to discuss technique and force. She reationalizes that everyone they’re fighting knows them. Which is why she brought in the Brotherhood. Charles didn’t know, not until the last second when Erik appears on the horizon his helmet glinting in the sun.

Here’s a moment you know

You’re fucked

Alex hadn’t meant to cause so much trouble. He knows that’s a lie. He did mean to cause trouble; when it came to getting stuck in solitary. The angrier he got the less control he had over everything. He knew he would be better locked away. Kept from everyone and anything he could hurt. He didn’t want to think about what his parents were telling Scott. How childish he was to believe his brother would get out soon and they could go back to how they were. He knows they can’t ever do that, he finds out just how much it’s changed when Scott sends him a letter. He recognises the stationary and he wants to laugh, but he’s just relieved when the guards tell him he has a visitor, he knows who it is by the pressure in his head.

Not an inch more room

To self destruct

Darwin is meant to adapt; that’s the entire point of his powers. When the energy hits his lips, he knows it will take awhile to reform. It always has. He remembers when he was younger, and he’d gotten trapped in the house fire. It had taken him almost a full hour to unlight, to drop whatever adaptation his body decided was best. He’s a little bitter he can’t control it. That when he lets his body adapt, he has no control, he thinks if he did have control he probably would have died much sooner. He closes his eyes as it happens, he’s never been pure energy before.

No more moves, oh, yeah

The dead end zone

Jean wants to crawl out of her own skin. It’s happening again, the nightmares, the bad dreams, the projection and pulling of everyone else’s thoughts. She wakes up frozen in a scream and then Charles is there, she can feel his presence in her head and she calms, his cool thoughts, the calming meditation he’d helped her practice. She closes her eyes and opens them, they’re fighting, it’s not a surprise to her. What is however is Charles calling to her, telling her to let go. She can hear the other her, the power she controls flickering and lighting under her skin. She’s not sure who Charles is telling to let go, herself, or the other her that she’s only just realized that burns under her skin.

Man, you just can’t call

Your soul your own

Peter isn’t even sure what he’s doing. Mystique had brought him to explain; to tell Erik he does have family. That Peter is his son. Like always he freezes. He’s too late, it’s not that he doesn’t want to tell him but he knows it would just weigh on his conscious; another family member he couldn’t save; not that Peter is intent on dying but he knows this battle will cost too much, he knows he’s one of the older ones, he knows he has to pay the price so everyone else doesn’t. Then his leg is trapped, and he can’t move and he screams because he can hear the bone breaking. He can see Erik hovering, his eyes wide with fear. He can see him mouthing something and his eyes widen when he recognises the word, he’d only ever see his mom say my son.

But the thing that makes you really jump

Is that the weirdest shit is still to come

Anne Marie is exhausted. She can’t touch anyone, she can’t be close to anyone. She has to push everyone away. It’s what’s safer. There’s nothing they can do for her, she sits on her bed shaking; she’s hurt so many people she’s loved. It’s better for her to leave, it’s better for her to never come in contact with anyone else ever. She finds herself at a school, with friends, with training for her powers, with people who can and want to listen to her. Rogue, she grins at the suit they’ve made her; it’s nothing special, not that she can tell but as it’s explained to her there are parts of the suit that react to her needs; if she needs powers, or energy the suit will allow for that. They don’t say what she’s thinking, it will allow her to hurt others.

You can ask yourself, “Hey what have I done?”

You’re just a fly, the little guys, they kill for fun

Laura fights, she’s defensive and untrusting of everyone. When they bring her back from the labs, when they assure her she’s safe she still fidgets. Laura doesn’t freeze. She’s constantly in motion. Either sheathing or unsheathing her claws, running around the grounds, or trying to find the best escape routes just in case. They put her in almost constant training, she spends most of her time outside. They introduce her to gardening. She’s gentle with the plants and bloodthirsty with the weeds. While she’s in training she gains more speed, more agility. She’ll be terrifying when she learns more. She does freeze when they bring her to the lab in the mansion, to get fitted for a suit, to test her healing factor. She stops at the door growling faintly at it.

Man, you’re fucked if you just freeze up

Can’t do that thing, that keepin’ still

Bobby hates his parents, but not really. He knows he cares about them, despite their refusal to accept his powers are just how he is. When he spends time at the school, when he trains and learns with others that are like him he knows he’s safe. So when his parents show up claiming they want to take him home, that they found somewhere to fix him, he snarls, he shouts that the school is his home now, that he doesn’t want to see them. He can feel himself digging a hole but he doesn’t care, he can’t let himself go back. He freezes the entrance way to them, a river of ice cutting them off, his mother jumps back, fear in her eyes, Bobby turns away, he knows what will happen if he says anything else.

But you’re fucked if you speak your mind

And you know, uh huh, you will

Kurt doesn’t really know why he’s in the circus. He doesn’t remember a time not being there. He likes it, despite learning his mother had left him. He doesn’t know what it says about his family if the circus is safer for him. He likes the tricks they ask him to do, how his gift is an advantage. He doesn’t like the ringmaster; the man who looks at his blue skin and decides it’s not freakish enough; that simply being the blue devil isn’t good enough. The scars don’t really hurt not until they’re on his face, or his arms when he does tricks. The ringmaster gets bored with his acrobatics, with his cheating with teleporting. Kurt wakes up to being shoved into a box, he’s thrown into an arena he’s told if he keeps up his avoidance they’ll both be dead.

Yeah, you’re fucked all right and all for spite

You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye

Jimmy hates the tests. He knows it to help everyone else, but he doesn’t like how it hurts. The doctors always tell anyone who comes in he’s in no pain. They force him to lie. He doesn’t like the way the mutants they test every cure on, glare at him. They spit out how he’s not one of them. How he doesn’t belong. There’s a fight, a massive attack and he knows what will happen if they find out he’s the reason the cure exists. Kitty finds him and promises to bring him to a school where they don’t care, a safe space for anyone with gifts.

Totally fucked, will they mess you up?

Well, you know they’re gonna try

Warren hates his wings. They’d appeared surprisingly slow; it hadn’t been a bursting of feathers and bone, nothing like that, he’d simply had a backache. Upon waking up after a nap to try to sleep off the pain he’s found two soft downy wings. He’d tried to cut them off, it hadn’t worked. The pain made him pass out. They’d grown back bigger, he thought they were ornamental; the worst possible mutation for him to have, purely visual. But then he’d gone running, his wing unfolded from the wrapping he’d had them bundled in, and he’d flown. He knew he couldn’t tell his dad, so he just kept them bandaged; when his father had found out, he hadn’t made a big fuss, just looked at Warren in the usual way that left him wanting to disappear. His wings flutter against the bandaging and he realizes he could.

Disappear, yeah, well, you wanna try

Wanna bundle up into some big ass lie

They form the X-men. They’re just kids, they’re not meant to be heroes; but it’s better than the labs. It’s better than being hunted and killed for things beyond their control. It’s better than being kept away out of fear. Being free, being allowed to be who they are without the fear is worth it; so they’ll put on their suits and try to save the day, no matter what side of the line they’re on they know humans are against them. That there’s something in their very genes that marks them as different.

Long enough for them to all just quit

Long enough for you to get out of it

Yeah, you’re fucked all right and all for spite

You can kiss your sorry ass goodbye