Playing with Toys (Toy Story inspired AU)
Warnings: Tiny droplet of under-aged (both)\
Crappy title, I know :S
I'm continuing to experiment with my own prompts. This has been in the works for sometime, cause I was too shy to post before.
Original prompt can be found here:
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"When are you going to wake up from you dream, Xavier? It is us against them! Your talk of peace will only delay the inevitable"
"Please, Eri-"
"Do not call me that. It is Magneto."
The Professor heaved a loud sigh, "Fine, Magneto. Please, violence and destruction is not the answer. It will not bring you peace, my friend."
"Peace was never an option." With that, Magneto raised his hands and stood in his signature stance, his fellows in the Brotherhood alongside him ready for attack.
Opposite them stood an equally fierce and ready line of opponents. The Professor, seemingly out of place on this battlefield in a crisp, well tailored suit, placed himself in between them.
"Please everyone, we don't need to do this. We are all woven from the same fabric of-" A blue furry paw grips firmly at the Professor's shoulders. "Professor, they will not listen to reason. Please, stay behind us." It was Hank, formally one of the most timid amongst his pairs, now forced to become the deadly soldier that he is. The Beast is now most of the most formidable soldiers on the battlefield, just don't let the poofy blue fur and round teddy bear face fool you. He will rip you apart before you can finish calling him a Care Bear.
For an intense moment, there was complete silence and stillness in the tense air. Then Sabretooth, the tanned colored lion cub plush toy with two oversized canines that dangled from his mouth, releases an ear piecing roar, and the two lines of 'warriors' descend upon each other.
Riptide, the purple clad character with flowing hair, and two battery operated fans for hands, made the first attack with his whirlwinds. Havok, the rubber monster normally used during bath time for squirting circular patterns of water, sent Riptide a blast of red cosmic energy from his LED lights. Wolverine, a plush wolf cub with dark glass eyes and oversized paws, swiped hard at the lion cub toy. He came to the house in the came packet of toys as Sabretooth, but a difference of beliefs have driven the brothers apart, and now they fight fiercely against each other.
All of a sudden, amongst the screaming and combat, one loud high-pitched voice can be heard. "Wait! The boys! They're back!" Banshee, a yellow and black striped bumble bee shaped megaphone announced. A slew of curses followed as everyone stopped their fighting, and moved back to their former position.
Not a second later, a colossal sized door opens, and two seemingly gigantic human boys stumble into the room, wet from the rain, giggling and trying to knock each other over. With their entrance, the other 'residents' in the room freeze up, turning into a bizarre mix of seemingly lifeless figurines and toys.
"Why did Jen say she went to baseball with Nick? Is been raining for days, we've all been stuck in." James was splayed on his stomach in Michael's room, idly sorting through their now vast though mismatched collection of toys . Michael being almost two full years older than ten year old James, heaved a sigh and pretended to look annoyed at his best friend since before he could remember.
"Its not actually baseball, its bases. Your still such a kid, I don't think I should tell you more."
"Your not so big neither! I'll be 11 in no time! ...and I hate it when you and Jen keep secrets from me..." James became teary eyed and almost whimpered that last part. In an instant, Michael is at his side giving James a friendly shoulder nudge. "Fine I'll tell you, geez how I spoil you"
Michael grabbed their two most favoritest toys, Magneto and Professor X, and told James to settle down and listen carefully. Cause this was big manly stuff!
"So first base is-", Michael presses Magneto's soft plushy, glass bead eyed face to Professor X's flat hand-drawn cardboard face, "-kissing". As if to bang the idea home, the ginger hair boy rubs the toys' faces together and makes smooching noises. Neither of them notice how the eyes of all the toys in the room seemed to have doubled in size.
James grabs Magneto and the Professor from the older boy and tries it himself, even going as far as giving both of the toys a big smooch each himself. "I don't see whats so special about it, Mom gives us kisses all the time, and she never said anything about bases".
"When its from family it doesn't count, now give them back, or don't you wanna know what second, third and home is?" James quickly hands back the plushy, but gave the Professor a quick scan to make sure he's alright. This Professor X is James' most prized possession after all.
"Second base is getting nudey, and touching". The toys don't have any clothes to take off, so Michael resorts to flapping Magneto's velvet maroon cape about.
"Touching? Like boobies? Eeww!" James didn't want his Professor anywhere near boobies. "That means Nick touched Jen's boobies! O-or Jen touched Nick's boobies? Eeewwww!". Jennifer, James' older sister, was the whole reason why the boys were having The Talk. James had overheard Jennifer gossiping about her boyfriend, and was left utterly dumbfounded about why they had gone to play baseball when it had been raining hard all week. The clueless boy had confronted his sister about it during dinner a few days ago, and ended up more confused when Jennifer stormed away from the dinner table and back into her room.
"What's next then? How can anything be yuckier than that?"James was now completely enthralled with Michael's lecture. He looked up at his best friend with large inquisitive blue eyes.
Michael tried to give James a smirk, but it came off more of an aloof, 'you're too adorable for this world' smile. "If you think that's yuck, I don't think you're gonna wanna hear whats next..." "No! I'm fine! I can take it! Please Mikey! I wanna know!" James grabbed onto his best friend's gray sweat pants that had big bold 'Magneto' written down the sides of both legs.
"Alright, alright! Stop pulling on my pants, you'll pull them right off! You perve!" He couldn't stop his giggles. They spend a further five minutes playing tug of war with Michael's sweats, before James gives up and begs his friend to continue.
"So! Third base is where your wiener gets touched, and..." Michael leans in right up close to James and whispers, "...and even licked." "Eeewwww! That's so dirty!" The older boy laughs and teases his smaller friend. He grabs Magneto, his own most prized possession, a soft, round plush toy made in the likeness of his favorite comic book character, skin the most rich of velvets, and insides stuffed to the brim with soft organic cotton, and has him go down on Professor X, a plywood and cardboard replica that Erik handmade himself of Charles' most favorite comic book hero, as a birthday gift to his best friend a few years back.
"Eeeww! No! Stop it Mikey! The Professor doesn't do those things!" Between giggling and struggling to get the Professor back, James managed to push both of them onto the bed, and now he sat obliviously on Michael's lap. The older boy blushed furiously, and subtly maneuvered the smaller boy off him, before continuing.
"And last but not least, a home run is-"
"Boys! Pack up and wash hands. Time for supper". Michael's mom called them from the kitchen downstairs. His dad had the day off from work, and promised the boys their favorite meal of homemade burgers. The boys placed their toys down on the bed, and beamed at each other while they raced out of Michael's room, at the very last moment remembering to wash their hands.
Unbeknownst to the boys, every toy in the room turned five shades too green. Nobody dared moved for a long time.
"A-are you alright, Magneto?" Raven, the blue scaled chameleon that can be reattached to form a variety of other shapes, tiptoed her way next to her leader, and poked him in his soft cushiony legs with her talon-clad feet. Only she was one poke too late to remember that was the worst thing she could do, as a loud slow squeal was released from Magneto's squeaky left leg, echoing for what seemed like minutes in the deadly silent room. Even the White Queen, the ever graceful figurine make of clear Lego pieces, held in her snark.
The ground seemed to shake, and the rest of the toys stepped backwards in fear. From the far corner of the room, a dark shadow can be seen snaking its way over, bringing with it a cringe worthy creaking sound of metal being bent. Magneto stood up with all his dignity and continued to call for his ride. From behind a pile of dirtied clothes, a small tightly wound springy tail wagged while the rest of the body wobbled backwards towards the metal bender. It was a metal slinky. A metal slinky dog. A metal slinky dachshund dog. The wagging tail, attached to the bum made its way over under Magneto's demand, and the head took a further few seconds to arrive.
"Hey ya'll! What's goin' on?" The rest of the toys were still too scared to speak. "It's been a long time Slink. We'll need to catch up another time, I think Magneto here is in dire need of your services." Magneto brushed off his cape and jumped onto his ride. "This is not over, Xavier." He then sausaged off, standing proud and arms crossed with as much dignity as only he can have.
"Good night Mikey..." It was still raining frogs outside, so Mrs. Fassbender decided it was best if James were to stay the night. After dinner, they took a nice warm bubble bath, where the boys made a spectacular mess in the bathroom, with the help of Havok. Michael lent James his Woody and Buzz pajamas, and put on his current favorite Avengers ones.
"Night, kiddo." "I'm not a kid..." James gave a pout but nonetheless cuddled close to his best friend. Michael ruffled James's soft brown waves, and gave him a soft kiss on his cherry red lips. "...does that mean we went to first base?" Michael laughed extra loud to try to cover his maroon face. "Yeah, kiddo, and now I'mma take you to second!" He lifted James's pajama top up, and tickle attacked him. James laughed uncontrollably, and tried to tickle back, but failed miserably, and for the second time today, he found himself sitting on top of Michael's lap.
Michael was all of a sudden at a loss of what to do. He hugged the smaller boy tightly, breathing in the scent of his hair. It smelt of his mint shampoo. Between bursts of laughter, James managed to say, "Mikey! Stop! Can't breathe!"
"Alright, boys! Lights off, no more playing. Good night." "Good night, Mom." "Good night, Mrs. Fassbender!"
James was soon sound asleep, his small hands clutched tightly at Michael's pajama top. Michael was currently very thankful for his mother shutting off the lights. That way, no one could see how red his face was, and how hard his heart was pounding in his chest.
"What do you want, Raven?" The Beast snarled at the transforming reptilian. "Its Mystique now. We have a situation, that requires assistance." Banshee flapped himself over and said, "Yeah well, we've got a huge problem too. Thought maybe the White Queen could help." The blue teddy growled loudly, "Sean!" "What? The Professor's gone! We need all the help we can get." "Wait! Charles is gone too? We can't located Magneto." The fur on Hank's body sagged downwards. "Gather your people and meet us under the bed in 15 minutes."
After discussing for around half an hour, the two groups of super-powered toys came to an armistice. "So it's agreed. We unite together to find our leaders. Afterwards, it's back to business as usual." None of them like the situation much, but there was little choice. Magneto and the Professor have been gone for hours. "I will scout around ahead." Azazel was a bright red LED lit boxing glove on springs was one of the fastest travelers, sometimes it seemed as if he could teleport himself.
They scoured the room to no avail, until someone suggested they look in the most dreaded and dangerous place possible. The Closet. Deep in the dark and formidable recesses of this haunted cavern, the united toys hear echoes of an almost pained groaning. "That's Charles!" Hank, with his acute hearing pinpointed the direction of the noise and ran towards it. He froze in his tracks when he hears, "Ooohh... Erik... yesyesyes! Right there! Harder!" He was so shocked, he did not have time to tell the others to stand down. The sight that awaited them burst a few glass eyes, LED bulbs, and numerous plastic components.
On top of a pile of wooly jumpers, Magneto was performing a perfect demonstration on the Professor of what it means to hit a home run.
Thanks for reading!
I'm planning a epilogue/chapter 2 for this..though it will be RPF heavy. Yay/Nay?