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LUKE HAD BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT ALL WEEK. scott was taking the two of them to a baseball game like he promised. the kid was practically bouncing off the walls telling kyle everything he knew about the mets (again.) like everything else he did— it made her heart swell, but there was still a lingering pain that persisted.

lucas christopher ferris reminded her of scott everyday.

it made her think of the day he gave carol the old jersey she was wearing today. the blue fabric still practically swallowed her whole, even when it was unbuttoned. she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was hit with a wave of nostalgia and shame. why was she doing this? wearing a low cut tank top under the jersey like it was college— like it was a date.

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Reading the mind of the biggest liar and criminal in mutant history was not something Emma Frost expected she would ever do in her life. Truthfully, she had always figured that person would be Charles Xavier. But no. It was bloody back from the dead Moira MacTaggart. The one they named the stupid hospital after. A very much alive woman who lived more lives than Emma could fathom. Only now she had to fathom it because she’s been inside the woman’s twisted mind. 

    And in that moment she knew she had to ruin her. 

The trio of Xavier, Lensherr, and Frost, had become a symbol for mutantdom. Inspiration. Hope. Perseverance. But two of them poisoned that message forever. She’d never forgive them. 

‘For the children,’ she once said. What a load of bullshit. They spun their story and she swallowed it like someone who hadn’t watched her students die over and over again. 

But someone else needed to know. And thankfully he was on Earth now, leading the merry team of X-Men. Scott Summers. The man who should be the face of mutantkind, not the bald narcissist with the nonsense on his head. 

Normally he’d sense dad coming into his room, but not this morning. He’s hunched over on the bed, sweating, trying not to cry. Phantom pain in his arm is rare, but real. Nate massages the point of transition, whimpering.

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   most times, he might felt like he was being patronized. but it was a fair reminder. he should know better than anyone that he doesn’t have to do things alone. hell, he used to be part of a whole team. in some ways, he still was. “ hm.” keeping his back to the other vigilante, keeping his lips a thin line. if someone else was looking into this case, maybe he was onto something that affected more than just, Gotham. turning away help when it was being offered to him...was that really the person he wanted to be? no.

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. - open🔥

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   ❝ i need … the world's longest nap. ❞   raven tendrils hide lidded eyes, a tangled mop draping over the arm that supports her drooping head. physically, no muscles ached and no bones yearned for rest, but emotions and spent mental energy left the desire to shut down.    ❝ we done here? ❞   there's a slight twitch, a sudden movement as nostrils flare.   ❝ i smell coffee. ❞