mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: Jean regenerates in the cold waters of the lake. She won't wake up alone, this time.

"Are you okay?" The woman seemed concerned but surprisingly calm, considering that she'd just pulled a leather-clad woman out of a lake.

Jean peered at her. "Do I know you? I think I know you." Her voice was still raspy, but now the woman was close enough to hear.

"Yes, you do. Are you in pain? Cold? Hungry? I've got a fire going." She took Jean's smooth hand in her own calloused one and pulled her to her feet. "Come on."


Jean awakens in Alkali Lake, but this time she's not alone. In it's own way, I think this is one of the scariest stories I've read in this fandom, and I really like this take on Mystique.

Hide a Hundred Girls in Your Hair
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: She is not the pretty stone attached to a ring, she is the brink of disaster, a blade so sharp that the pain kicks in long after the damage is done.

Raven figured that Erik would teach her self-defense.

Charles had probably pictured a judo lesson, the kind where you roll around on squashy gym mats and bow to each other and pretend to dodge punches that come in slow motion.

What Erik really shows her is fighting. Raven spends the majority of the lesson panting on the ground, a copper-sweet taste on her tongue like biting down on metal.

Where Charles would be concerned with providing a soft space to land, Erik pulls her legs from under her and watches her hit the ground. Raven knows there is a moral somewhere in that, but the way her shoulder is throbbing with pain makes it kind of hard to concentrate.


Four missing scenes from the film, with four women learning, choosing, moving on. I love the way this story manages to draw a thematic line between these characters, and their hearts are indeed fierce.

And your heart is fierce
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: It's remarkably difficult to entice new soldiers to their just and righteous cause of mutant supremacy when the only thing the potential recruits can think throughout the course of the conversation is, "I'm just not sure I can follow somebody who wears a silly cape – oh, shit, I hope the telepath didn't hear that."

That was when the medieval swords hanging for show above the villa fireplace had tied themselves into knots and began to glow a deep, menacing red. Erik strode from the room, his ridiculous cape sweeping behind him, and slammed the door.

A second later, he had to open the door and slam it again, because he still hadn't quite got the hang of sweeping the cape all the way through the door before shutting it.


The Brotherhood have an image problem, and its name is Magneto. Emma and the others set out to solve it. Both insightful and really, really funny. (This also earns bonus points with me for the parts where Mystique tells her new friends hilariously embarrassing stories about Charles.)

The Emperor's New Clothes
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: From the kink meme prompt: "Raven taking Hank's virginity while sitting on his lap in the chair."

Hank's eyes are huge behind his glasses, his eyebrows arched up towards his hairline, his face pale and hot at the same time, red flaring on his cheeks. He's adorable, Raven thinks, tilting her head just enough to make the mass of her simulated hair tumble across her shoulder. "I'm glad you like how my cells look," she says, reaching back for her bra hooks. It's a bit of an awkward stretch but she manages to maintain her easy grin, the small triumph heating her further. "I thought I'd show you a few more, if that's not too forward."

A hot, sweet and sad story about Hank and Raven's first time. I love how this conveys both what what Raven sees in him, and what he fails to see about her.

Lose a Winning Match
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: "She knew him well enough to make up for his own failings. It was the least she could do, all things considered, and it wasn't a bad job." Five steps on the way to family.

Eventually she trailed back to Charles' room and collapsed on his bed in frustration for lack of anywhere else to go. Stupid Charles was probably off somewhere reading his stupid books and-

There was a noise coming from below the bed, she suddenly realised.

Raven squeaked and fell off the bed in shock, backing away.

Screwing up her resolve, she pressed a cheek to the cool floorboards and peered underneath the bed, squinting in the low light. There was what looked like a bundle of pyjamas, and when she poked it the sound repeated, and now Raven could recognise the low moan for what it was.


Raven and Charles as siblings, from the beginning to the end and then afterwards. I love how this illustrates all the little ways Raven knows her adoptive brother better than anyone else, and its warm and sad at the same time.

Getting To Know You
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Raven and Charles, two days before Charles' doctoral defense *g*. Utterly adorable, and the body language is perfect.



Raven and Charles
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: Who can these confused young mutants turn to for advice?

Things are going great with my girlfriend. She's totally hot and great in bed. Majorly GGG. I swear, it's like she can read my mind. The only thing is, she dresses like a professional dominatrix. I love it when we're alone, but I get so jealous when she leaves the house in her underwear and a cape. I don't like the idea of other men looking at her. Am I being unreasonable?

For My Eyes Only


I am a huge fan of Savage Love, Dan Savage's sex and relationship advice column, and the cast of First Class could definitely use some guidance. Dan's voice is spot-on here, and the letters are hilarious. A brilliant concept.

(Obligatory Dan Savage disclaimer: I am not interested in arguing about the things that Dan Savage is wrong about. Especially not on my fanfiction recs journal.)

Savage Love: First Class
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: Five times when Charles wanted to read someone's mind, but promised not to, and one time he accidentally did.

Moira walks beside him on the grass, sunlight on her hair, and he recalls vividly the half-drunk memory of their first meeting, the strangely distant euphoria of seeing more mutants, more people like him, even just through her eyes. He's oddly glad he wasn't entirely sober during that conversation, since even then he suspects he'd have given himself away too obviously in his delight. How little he could have imagined this, even those few short weeks ago...

"You'd better not be reading my mind, Charles."

He blinks and turns to her, stopping short, surprised at her words. "Why would I be?"


One of the most interesting things about Charles Xavier in First Class is he's a mutant who's come into his powers without anyone to tell him how to use them. Since there isn't an Ethics for Telepaths handbook floating around, he has to work it all out for himself - which is one of the things this story is about. I love the different shades of reaction the other characters have to his powers, and the different ways Charles responds to them.

Five Minds Charles Never Read (And One He Did)
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: Raven isn't a child anymore. She's trying to prove it.

Raven discovered a lot of things in Paris: sex with women, smoking, eclairs, how to ride a bicycle in a flowy skirt, and the idea of a university education that had nothing to do with genetics. She liked psychology. It seemed interesting; she got inside peoples' heads already, in a way. Maybe she'd study it someday; Hank had said she might live twice as long as a normal person. What was that, 150 years? Jesus.

After First Class, Raven goes to Paris with the Brotherhood and grows up fast. A beautiful story about falling in love and coming of age, and I really like the Irene Adler in this.

Grow Up and Blow Away
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: "Fire gods. They always have to make trouble of one sort or another.”

Bobby Drake held two things, one tightly and one loosely, in his hands. The first was a postcard, No Rest for the Wicker printed at the bottom of a black-and-white photograph showing a long line of people snaking through a field in front of a set of wicker furniture. He had both sides memorized. The back had a twenty-three cent stamp (greenish, white profile of Washington, ponytail and all), slapped crookedly into the box in the upper right-hand corner; it had a postmark stamped half into the message on the left side, dated five days before today from Parkersburg, West Virginia. The letters were scrawled (typical), slanting up. The pen had died a few words in, and the note changed color.

Magneto called Pyro a god among insects, but if he remembered his comparative mythology he would know that fire gods always cause the most trouble. I love the use of the legends here, and the deft characterization of John as well.

The Agnihotri
mutatismutandis: Emma Frost (White Queen)
Summary: Toad and Mystique go for a drink.

"Want to go for a drink?" Toad asked her.

She looked at him in surprise. It was not that she was unaware of Toad's need to regularly imbibe liquids in order to prevent dehydration and eventual death - a need shared by herself, and by Magneto, and probably also by Sabretooth, although she was working a theory that he mostly only ate and drank because he was able to do so in such an obnoxious manner - but so far as she knew their Secret Lair had an extremely well-stocked kitchen.


Toad and Mystique spend some time together outside a work context. Great fun, and surprisingly sweet - it's nice to see what the Brotherhood get up to when they're not carrying out Magneto's plans or sitting around plotting their next act of mutant terrorism.

Because there's nothing else to do
mutatismutandis: Emma Frost (White Queen)
Summary: Emma goes to visit an old mentor.

'Welcome to my humble abode.' The same wry smile as always, but tireder, older, in a way not attributable to the passage of years alone. 'I'm afraid we had to move in rather a hurry, and therefore have yet to find the time to decorate.'

You would have been able to make this place into a fortress within minutes, once, she does not say. She supposes it is impolite to point out the obvious failings of others. Not that it's ever stopped her before.

Magneto gestures for her to sit down on one of the wooden chairs. Murder is acceptable, but good manners are vital. Always a gentleman, right to the bitter end.


After the events of X3, Magneto is attempting to make a new army from his old allies, but that might be easier said than done. I love this version of Emma Frost, who is diamond hard in more ways that one, and the perspective on Magneto is a fresh one.

Cold Front
mutatismutandis: Bobby's ice rose. (Gifted)
Summary: After all these years, Mystique looks a little different. Natasha looks exactly the same.

She stands in front of a stool, two down from Mystique, orders a vodka martini, then waits for it, wishing with great intensity for the days you could smoke inside in this city. Because if now were then, she could simply have struck up a conversation by asking for a light.

Also because she would really like a cigarette.


I love crossovers in general, and those that bring other Marvel movie characters into the orbit of the X-Men universe are among my favourite kinds. In this story, Mystique makes contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Natasha Romanova. The author borrows Black Widow's comicverse background to good effect, and shows how much she and Mystique have in common - although maybe that's not as much as they used to.

Common Cause
mutatismutandis: Xavier, Charles Xavier (Default)
Summary: Terrorists need love, too.

He leaned forward to pour them some wine. Again, local, but it would do. He'd been allowed nothing alcoholic in prison--the sheer prudery of an administration willing to kidnap schoolchildren but refusing to authorize money for a simple glass of wine would never cease to make him laugh. At least, until he remembered the one drug that they hadn't had any pangs of conscience over. He hastily passed her a glass. "Have I told you how very clever your plan to rescue me was?"

She had already almost finished the bread. "Yes, but don't let that stop you from telling me again."


Magneto and Mystique reunite after X2, in every sense. Sweet and complicated and political.

Custom Cannot Stale
mutatismutandis: Emma Frost (White Queen)
Summary: Logan may not have been seduced by Mystique, but his subconscious certainly was.

It was more than four months after Alkali Lake before Logan realized the figure haunting his dreams wasn't Jean. He'd awaken to twisted sheets and rigid desire, sensations of a hot mouth and expert hands still ghosting over his body. He welcomed the dreams, clinging to the remnants of a barely formed attachment. The nightly visions became more lucid: pale flesh writhed beneath his fingertips, moist lips met his with abandon, insatiable. Every night Logan experienced the fire he'd sensed beneath Jean's cool reserve and, though awakening to the reality of her absence was torment, he sought the solace of his bed earlier every week.

Then one night everything changed. The soft Jean-like paleness in his arms arched back in ecstasy, moaning the first sound his dream-woman had ever uttered. Logan started awake with the unearthly musical tones of Mystique's voice still in his mind.


Itching for a rematch of one kind or another, Logan tracks Mystique down and tries to settle things. Hot and dark.

Just One Good Scratch
mutatismutandis: Emma Frost (White Queen)
Great portrait of Mystique - nicely dynamic, and I like the shading.


Mystique by ~entwood on deviantART
mutatismutandis: Bobby's ice rose. (Gifted)
Nifty pencil sketch - I love the detailing on her scales.


Mystique by ~LunaPlina on deviantART

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