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kiraswritten · 7 months

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Pyro x Reader (Smut)

pairing: pyro x reader warning: smut (not full blown but it gets pretty steamy), excessive swearing bc i love to swear, and excessive use of parentheses word count: 2k+

authors note: ya if you've read Just Maybe, this is legit word for word but it was originally written for Pyro. wrote this ages ago on another blog and i’m just trying to consolidate everything on here! :)

You’re not the type of person that wants to be in a relationship; not you cause you’re still young and why would you want to be with one person for the rest of your life so early on?

You were the type of person that liked to have a certain sense of freedom and no way was a committed relationship a thing you desired, which is why your relationship with Pyro is perfect.

He felt the same way; he too didn’t want the commitment and the hassle of feelings; those things were messy and a lot of things in Pyro’s life was already fucked up.

There you were, on his bed, straddling him only in your bra and panties (He took those off long ago), as he nipped and sucked on your neck, wonderful sounds of pleasure leaving your lips. It was a typical Thursday for the both of you; after training the two of you would take a quick shower (sometimes together) and end up in Pyro’s bed, usually naked.

“You smell like Apples,” he mumbled against your skin, dragging his teeth along the crook of your neck.

“New body wash, you like?” You teased, grinding your wet heat against his crotch.

“Tease, you know I do.” He said, biting and sucking on your neck until he left a bruise.

“You ass I can’t cover that!” You hissed, glaring at him.

Pyro rolled his eyes, “Everyone already knows we fuck; you’re acting like such a priss.” His hands trail down to your waist, slowly pushing off your lace panties.

“As much as I love these on you, they need to come off.” He grinned.

You lift your ass up (earning a groan from Pyro, he loved watching you getting naked), letting him pull off the thin article of clothing from your body, then chucking it off somewhere in the far corner of his room.

You sit back down on him, a sly grin on your face as he looks up and down your body.

You bring your lips to his ear, “Consider yourself lucky cos a pretty girl is sitting on your lap like this,” you bite at the shell of his ear, “I wonder who you saved in your past life to be this lucky.”

Pyro closed his eyes, gripping your waist tightly, he grinds his crotch on you, a moan leaving your lips. “Yeah Baby, I’m lucky as hell. You dripping wet and ready for me, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You loved how the two of you can’t seem to get your hands off of each other; no matter how many times the two of you go at it, the intensity and hunger for each other grows each time.

Pyro latches his mouth onto your nipple, earning another moan from you, he flicks and gropes the other one with his hand as you hold onto him. He leaves love bites all over your chest, proud of his work.

“Pyro I can’t wear my tank tops ‘cause of you,” you whine but enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Just wear them, it’ll be hot.” He says into your skin. “Like me.”

He flips you over, your back on his bed, he trails kisses down to your hip bone, grazing his teeth, then trailing kisses down to your thighs. You close your eyes, gripping at the sheets, “Oh fuck you’re so wet babe,” he says, he licks a trail at your entrance, making you squirm under his touch. “Fuck John, if you don’t fuck me this instant I swear I’m gonna kick your ass!” You yell out, impatient at how he’s playing you.

His eyebrow twitches; he hated it when people called him John but with you it turns him on knowing that you only did that when you were sexually frustrated by him.

“All you had to do was ask,” he sneered, sticking a finger into your wet cunt.

“Fuck,” you gasp out, your back arching off of the bed.

“I need you, please,” you gasp out, “I can’t with foreplay right now, I want you inside me,” Pyro quickly discards his boxers, kicking them off to the floor. He makes his way to you, hovering over your naked body, his eyes glazed over with lust.

He parts your legs with his knees, you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation, he always liked making you squirm under him. His eyes look down on you, his arm near your head, propping him up while his other hand is wrapped around his cock, giving it a few pumps before lining it against your entrance.

“You want me Babe?” He has his shit-eating grin plastered on his face; you knew how you looked under him; you knew how red your cheeks were, lips swollen, eyelids half-lidded, chest heaving; he had you right when he wanted you. “Please-” “Please what?” He rubs his tip against your wet folds, teasing you.

You knew he wanted you to beg for his cock, he wanted to hear you moan and whimper just for him. “I’m not begging, just be a good boy for me and give me what I want.” You whine, lifting your hips for any type of friction.

He lets go of his cock, his hand grabbing your hip, pushing your down. “Boy? What did you just call me?” His eyes grew dark, the pressure of his hold on your hip grew tighter, “Oh honey, I am not a boy,” He growls, slipping himself inside you with one forceful thrust. “Oh fuck,” you cry out, arching your back off of the bed.

“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out, Pyro grins at your reaction, quickening his thrusts. He shifts his weight and uses his elbow to hold himself up, both of your pelvises pressed against each other. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a kiss; all tongue and teeth clashing, you needed to taste him.

It ends with him rolling off of you, lying down next to you as the two of you catch your breaths, his fingers slowly interlocks with yours. You think nothing of it but you can’t deny it quickens your heartbeat when he does.

He’s only done this recently. You don’t ask him why he does it and he doesn’t tell you why either. The two of you lie in silence (sans the heavy breathing) till you’re reasonably calm.

You begin to get up from the bed, wanting to go to the restroom because you needed to go (no uti’s for you). His grip on your hand pulls you back slightly, causing you to look at him. “Come back after?” he asks, his usual icy grey eyes soften at you.

You nod your head as you let go of his hand, quickly grabbing his shirt and boxers from the floor; ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs. You quickly dress in his clothing, scurrying to the bathroom. You finish your business and walk back into his room; he’s half dressed, barely, only in boxers as he fixes the pillows back to their original positions.

He’s changed the bed sheets; the old one stuffed into his hamper. You close the door and jump into his bed, loving the softness of his new blanket.

He lies next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. You turn your body towards him, resting your head on his chest; this is normal, nothing’s changed. Can my heart stop beating so fucking fast?!

You’ve been lying to yourself for a while now; you’re terrified of commitment yet this is the longest relationship you’ve had with someone. You didn’t want feelings to mess up the thing you had with Pyro, it was good, you were happy.

The plan was foolproof; the two of you would stay best of friends, no feelings attached when the two of you fucked; just sexual frustrations poured over one (sometimes yours, so two) bed(s), no strings attached. Your relationship in bed is strictly in bed and your relationship as friends were out of the room.

But your heart decided to join the party and made you confused.

You caught yourself more times than you’d like to admit, daydreaming of going on dates with Pyro, hell, even holding his hand in public and it scared you. This was supposed to be fun and mess free and you suddenly find yourself tangled in your own emotions.

It didn’t help that when the two of you were in public, he’d hold you by your waist as if it were natural, or you’d be sitting on his lap during break, it’s like he needed to be touching you when the two of you weren’t grabbing each other in bed. It only occurred to you how much you needed to feel his presence recently and that scared you.

You didn’t want this; you didn’t want feelings, but here you are, in bed with the guy that you might have (maybe) feelings for. “Py,” you say, breaking the silence, he loved it when you called him the shitty nickname you gave him but he’d never admit that to your face.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes still glued to the ceiling.

“I think we should stop this whole thing,” You feel your cheeks heat up, cause i’m pretty sure i’m in fucking love with you and i don’t want to be. “Huh?” He says, surprised, he sits himself up on the headboard, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

You look up at him, meeting his gaze, his eyes a darker shade of grey.

“The whole ‘this’ I-I think we should stop.” You watch his reaction to your words, he furrows his brows in confusion, “Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He asks and you immediately feel shitty,

“No, no! It’s not that, nothing like that. You-uh, you’re great-amazing even!” Oh fucking god I shouldn’t have said shit. “I just, I think we should just stop with that now, I mean- don’t you wanna do it with someone else?” You cringe at your words, you wanted to kick yourself in the ass for saying those words cause you don’t mean them at all.

“Do you?” He asks, his throat feeling tight, “Did you find someone else you wanted to fuck?” The last word cut into you, making you bite down on your lip.

“No, that’s not the point-Jesus- Pyro no, fuck, just forget it, forget it.” You turn your body away from his, closing your eyes. He slinks back down on the bed, this time pulling you closer, your back against his chest.

“Talk to me,” he says quietly, his voice void of any emotion.

Something inside you snaps and all you want to do is tell him everything; tell him that you’ve (probably) fallen for him and it eats at you. You broke the rule and all you wanted to do was run away.

You don’t reply and he doesn’t push any further; he was lost in his own thoughts, wondering if he did anything wrong.

Did she find out? He curses himself silently, am i that fucking obvious? He wonders if you noticed how needy he’s grown to have you near him, he wonders if you’ve noticed how he looks at you when you’re doing homework or cleaning, or doing absolutely fucking nothing, he wonders if you know that he’s head-over-heels for you and he wants to kick himself in the ass cause he broke the rule.

He was lying to himself the day the two of you decided this whole ordeal. He was being selfish and he wanted you for himself.

You didn’t want to feel this way; you didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that you had.

“Feelings ruin shit.” you mumble, loud enough for Pyro to hear.

“I think I fucking love you okay and- okay I lied, I don’t think I do, I probably do-like there’s a good chance I do and I’m sorry I broke the rule, god why am I still talking-” You were cut off by Pyro pulling you into his chest, hugging you tight.

“I love you too, fuck you scared me. I thought you didn’t want me around anymore.” He says, unable to control the smile that spread across his face.

You look at him, blinking the tears from your eyes (you didn’t even realise you were crying), he lets out a chuckle, wiping the tears from your face, “You baby,” He teases, and you swat his arm, and he laughs this time, hugging you tighter.

You melt into his touch, he presses a soft kiss on your forehead and your heart bursts cause this was one of the scenarios you’ve thought of and it’s so much better than you imagined, “I swear to god if you tell anyone this I’m gonna set you on fire,” and the magic is ruined. “That’s the Pyro I know, ruining moments like this.”

#john allerdyce #pyro #xmen imagine #john allerdyce x reader #xmen x reader #xmen fanfic #xmen fanfiction #pyro x reader #kiraswritten

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lovecatsys · 1 year

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I can't believe we haven't seen St John and Simon interact already this NEEDS to happen. fucking dopplegangers. they look EXACTLY the same and have the same powers/same alias except one is an Australian former terrorist romance novelist and the other is a depressed American gayboy and Bobby is gay for both of them

#there's no indication of whether or not St John knows Simon exists but i imagine he's APPALED at Simon's existence #'He's not even an aussie!'#also i love how fake avalanche has never come up again but that would be an even funnier dynamic #because if we saw all four of them Simon is the only one who hasn't been evil of his own will before #st john allerdyce #simon lasker #x men

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brunettemarionette · 1 year

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x-men | preference 1 » where / how you met

I'm going to be doing x-men content now too! so both past and present x-men included (well the ones from the films I've watched).

» Jean Grey: Sitting in a lab with your head clenched in your hands and gritted teeth, you began praying to anyone out there to make it stop. You weren't the best at controlling your power, but this was the worst it had ever been. It was like having your skull torn apart.

Two soft hands were placed on either side of your head as the pain slowly dissipated, and a feeling of calm washed over you. Glancing up, you saw a beautiful redhead with her fingers gently caressing your temps as she winced before smiling at you.

"Feeling better?" All you could do was silently nod, hoping she doesn't bring the pain back. "I'm Jean. Jean Grey," she introduces with a knowing smile, but she doesn't stop whatever she does to help you.

You wince as a tiny slither of pain rockets through your head before it's gone again, and all you can hear is Jean's soothing voice in your mind. 'Don't worry, I'm here,' letting your eyes close for a minute; you sat with the pain-free calmness, wondering if Jean was an angel in disguise.

» Scott Summers: Logan was one of your oldest friends. You remembered the day seeing him in a bar fight and getting ganged up on for being a mutant. He probably could have handled it himself, but you were also a mutant and weren't about to let a bunch of humans try that shit.

You found out that he was back at the school and went to visit him under the guise of having nothing better to do, but truly, you had missed him, not that you would have ever told him that. The two of you have one of those sibling love/hate relationships- where you pretend not to care for the other but love the other dearly.

Upon seeing him working on a bike, you could help but mess with him, tiptoe into the garage, you clapped loudly, yelling, "Logan!" his claws came out instantly before he groaned when he noticed it was just you bothering him.

Another voice came from behind you as it let out a chuckle. "Wow, I've never seen anyone get one up on this big grump" The guy was about Logan's height and wore a red visor across his eyes but a polite grin as he held his hand out to you. "I'm Scott Summers."

You took the offered hand before letting out a gasp of realization. "Oh, you're the uptight asshole that Logan always grumbles about," you say, clicking your fingers in Scott's direction. "I'll admit you're prettier than I thought you'd be."

Scott gapes as Logan stands, wiping his oil-covered hands and nudging your shoulder. "Look what you've done. I think he's broken," he smirks, walking over to the door where a redheaded woman peeks in and smiles lovingly, seeing your friend as they kiss.

Smiling at Scott, who still hadn't recovered from your compliment, you throw his a wink as you follow Jean and Logan out of the garage. "It was nice meeting you, Scott. Hopefully, you'll be more talkative next time."

» Logan / Wolverine: Trusting someone was a big deal, mutant or not, and having to trust a bald guy in a wheelchair when he tried to explain that he wasn't going to hurt you all the while he had a Cyclops-looking guy by his side was indefinitely harder.

Charles had found you lost and wandering around the woods, he had given you a gentle smile while trying to explain who he was, but you barely even knew who you were. The older man explained what you were and how he found you, a mutant who had unfortunately been a test subject who had escaped whatever facility you had been in.

The tests they had done erased anything you had ever known; the only thing you knew was that you had some weird power that had scared you, but other than that, you wandered through the woods hoping to find anything that could help you.

Scott, as Xavier had told you his name, gave you a blanket while softly telling you that you were safe with them. They had led you back to their mansion, where his team had begun to try and piece your life together, except for a gruff-looking man who only leaned on the doorway to the lab.

Jean and Storm had just finished explaining what they needed from you in order to find out who you were, but as soon as the needle in Jean's hand touched your skin, a vague and scary memory scorched through your mind.

Breathing heavily, you panicked and used your power to get them away from you as you jumped up from the metal table. It was too much like the lab, the one in that memory. What if you hadn't escaped? What if these were the same people, and they were just pretending.

A hand lay on your shoulder, and you turned with a hiss seeing the gruff man from before subtly restraining you while his eyes flashed in concern, almost as if he knew what you were going through. He calmly told you to breathe, but his no-mess timber helped more than the clinical-like tone that Jean had been using.

You liked him a lot more than the others; they felt patronizing, whereas Logan was straightforward and genuinely understanding.

» Bobby Drake: You had been running with this group of mutants for a while. You were the youngest in the group, with the others in their 20s. After gaining a mutation, you were quickly cast out and shown the true nature of humans and their fear of anything different.

Your group leader picked you up and helped you realize that mutants were the superior race, and from then on, you helped them rally together to teach the humans a lesson in any way you could.

You were a group of outcasts, causing an uproar.

You and your group had caused a disturbance at a protest rally, where the humans were fighting against mutant rights. Seeing the rest of your group causing trouble, you reached into your backpack, pulling out the firecrackers you had bought.

Lighting the end, you quickly through them into a group of protesters, all of who scream while you cackle, throwing more fireworks when you are suddenly tackled away from the humans.

Seething, you saw a blond staring at you as others seemed to be doing damage control.

Growling angrily, you stood up, ready to fight out of this, until you felt something like a taser rushing through you. A girl held her hand out as yellow sparks sizzled from her hand.

The blond from before grabbed your wrists as they became encased in ice, almost like a pair of handcuffs.

Your eyes widened in fear as you quickly looked around for the rest of your group, only to see them making a quiet getaway while these other mutants were focused on you. They were leaving you behind to save themselves.

The guy frowned, following your gaze, almost realizing the betrayal at the same time you had. He gave you a soft pitiful look and quickly took your arm, leading you away from the yelling crowd and fast-approaching police.

"You're a mutant, right?" You nodded at his question, wondering where he was taking you. "There's a school for people like us, somewhere we can be protected and be safe from people like them," whether he meant the humans or your so-called friends, you didn't know.

"I can take you there with me, and you can stop all this-" He motioned to the riot, "or I can leave you in the police's hands" Knowing one option was starkly different from the other, you relented, the cops aren't very nice to mutants let alone ones who cause a riot at an anti-mutant campaign.

The blond smiles when you nod in agreement to his offer as he melts the ice from your wrists and holds out his hand. "I'm Bobby."

» Rouge: You had been at the school for a few years now, your power had manifested on your 13th birthday, and Charles had been there pretty much since day 1 and helped you get it under control and live being a mutant.

Today had been the most excitement anyone had seen in years. A man and girl had come to the school, but the fact that the rugged-looking man was unconscious was the exciting part. The adults never really let us see any danger, so this was about as close as any of us had gotten.

Storm had told us about the girl, she was our age, and asked if we could look after her. You and your friends agreed. Being different was hard, so you knew she would probably need a few shoulders to lean on.

Playing with Peter, you nudged into him as the two of you raced downstairs, ignoring the chastising comments from Scott about running in the halls. Unfortunately, Peter often forgets how strong he is, and this was one of those times he reached towards you and pushed you out of his way.

Yelling, you tripped and fell into a pretty dark-haired girl who caught your arms in her hands. You started introducing yourself, only stopping when you saw her face go from absolute horror to wonder before stopping in awe. "I didn't hurt you?" she mumbled to herself as her hands trailed down the skin of your arms.

Her brown eyes filled with tears, and everything sort of went awkwardly silent as the girl asked if she could hug you. Xavier just smiled when you almost immediately let the girl do as she had timidly begged to do.

» John Allerdyce: The school you were at was on a field trip. It was boring and had nothing fun for you to do there. Your teacher rolled his eyes and reminded you that the trip was for learning and not for fun, to which you reminded him that anything could be fun with the right motivation.

You were the oddball, the weird mean girl in class. It wasn't that you were, but you didn't fit in with the other girls and didn't want to try. You didn't want to sit and conform to the things they droned on about, but worst of all, your classmates were mostly mutant haters, which wasn't good for you, someone who was secretly a mutant.

It wasn't just them, your mother, who hadn't taken the news well, had moved you from school to school in hopes that her child would for once try to be normal, but instead of normalcy, she was building a child who was growing a vast hatred for humankind.

Rolling your eyes as your teacher began explaining another lie about mutants and how dangerous they were, you decided to split. Backing out of the museum exhibit, you pulled out the pack of smokes you'd stolen from your dad. He was rarely home anymore, so he wouldn't notice.

Fishing in your pocket for a lighter, you accidentally bump into someone who seems to be trying to escape from their group. "Shit, sorry," you mumbled, hand still moving in your bag to find your lighter.

"I'm John-" he introduced as he discreetly winked, and the end of your cigarette was alight. "Or you call me Pyro," you gasped, glancing up at the dark-haired guy you had bumped into. He was a mutant like you, yet he wasn't afraid to show it.

» Kitty Pryde: You waved your new roommate, Jubilee, off as she told you that she would hang out with her friends and for you to meet them later if you felt comfortable. It was your first day at Charles Xavier School for Mutants, and you'd felt a little out of place.

Sitting on your bed, you smiled, seeing all of Jubilee's possessions. She seemed nice, maybe a little too bubbly for you, but very welcoming. Moving to look at her pictures, you smiled, seeing the ones she'd obviously taken with her friends – remembering her offer, you decide it would be wise to put yourself out there and meet them.

Unlocking your suitcase, you quickly set out a new outfit for yourself. Taking off the top you wore when Jean and Scott came to pick you up, you let it drop to the floor without thought. Standing in only your jeans and bra, you gasp when someone walks through the wall.

"Hey Jubilee, can I borrow-" A girlish scream came from the girl who quickly placed her hands over her eyes, profusely apologizing. You smile, seeing the bright red blush emerging from the collar of her shirt up her neck and to her cheeks. She's so cute.

#x men movies #x-men #x-men preferences #x-men films #x-men imagines #x-men gifs #x-men gif series #jean grey #scott summers #wolverine #james howlett #bobby drake #rouge x-men #john allerdyce #kitty pryde

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 6 months

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I appreciate writers acknowledging Pyro as a romance novelist, but I still wish someone would also acknowledge his background as a journalist. I've talked about it before, but I imagine this AU version of a civilian St. John Allerdyce who is not an X-Man or Brotherhood member, he is just this fucking annoying reporter who keeps getting up into the X-Men's business because he wants the scoop. And the X-Men grudgingly accept him because he will occasionally stumble on important information, or help them get mutant stories published, but he's mostly this civilian that will walk right into fights trying to get interviews.

#pyro #st john allerdyce #at one point the Brotherhood takes him hostage as a civilian #and so that he will broadcast their message to the world #he's so happy because it's such a juicy story and he plans to write an award-winning article or possibly a book #spends the entire time collecting quotes and flirting with avalanche #gets mad when the X-Men show up to rescue him

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calciumcryptid · 2 years

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Aurora Allerdyce | Phenomenon

Aurora Allerdyce is an Indigenous Canadian mutant with the ability to harness cosmic energy into elemental abilities. At the moment, she is only able to use fire and ice based powers.

She is the adopted daughter of Robert Louis 'Bobby' Allerdyce (Iceman) and St John Allerdyce (Pyro). She attends classes at the X-Mansion when she is not with her team X-Genesis.

APPEARANCE

Imagine there are two braids in her hair, one held together by red ribbon and the other held by a light blue ribbon.

Everytime Aurora masters a new element she gains another braid in her hair held together by the color that represents that power.

PERSONALITY

Aurora Allerdyce is a very laid back gal with a carefree attitude and a cheerful disposition. She is the glue keeping X-Genesis together, which is why enemies seem to target her when targeting the team psychologically.

Despite being classified as an omega-level mutant, she doesn't really have any interest in pursuing beyond her current skill level. Though circumstances typically force her to achieve beyond what she has learned.

BIOGRAPHY

Aurora Allerdyce was born in Canada, and early on in her life she awoke her mutant gene. This caught the attention of the Sentinels, which Wolverine saved her from but not in time to save her parents as well. Aurora was brought to the X-Mansion, and the mutants did the best to raise her along with the other younger mutants.

One day, Bobby Drake and St John Allerdyce were visiting with their sons Jason and Simon Allerdyce when they met Aurora. The two were quite entertained by the young girl, but it frighten everyone when she displayed her mutant gene for the first time by controlling the two men's mutant powers on her own.

It was unspoken among everyone that Aurora was to be officially adopted by the two, and Aurora joined the Allerdyce household soon afterwards.

The rest of her childhood was absolute chaotic as being raised by a hero and villain would be. Aurora was babysat by a variety of allies and enemies, and was enamored with each of them despite their standing with the law.

At some point, her older brothers Jason and Simon Allerdyce joined the second formation of the Brotherhood of Mutants called the Fellowship of Mutants.

Aurora Allerdyce was recruited later on by Rachel Grey-Summers to join a new team called X-Genesis along with other mutants her age. Aurora accepted and started to go by the alias Phenomenon.

The team eventually started to fracture when their longtime leader Rachel Grey-Summers left. The team was taken over by Rebecca Bella LeBeau (Ray) after an adventure down south.

On a mission, the team faced a new mutant villian who was able to read the relationships between team. The villain decided to pick off Aurora Allerdyce due to her being the one to hold the team together in their fractured state.

Aurora Allerdyce and the villain watched the team fracture even further as the villain psychologically taunted them. Aurora observed it all, becoming more and more sad as they watched and being visibly downtrodden when the team finally managed to free her.

It was obvious to X-Genesis that Aurora wasn't the same after she had been captured. She started to display tendencies to placate the peace, and developed claustrophobia. In a culmination of this pressure, one night she left and joined her brothers by defecting to the Fellowship of Mutants.

While a part of the Fellowship of Mutants, Aurora awoke her ability of hydrokinesis and trained to control it with the Fellowship of Mutants leader Naiad (Lena Petrakis).

Aurora Allerdyce didn't leave the Fellowship of Mutants until Naiad recruited the villain that caused her defection. The villain, Vibe, sensed Aurora's impending departure and tried to convince her to stay but in a panic Aurora sent Vibe back with a blow of wind.

Aurora was rescued by her former teammate Prince Azari Munroe (Azul Jaguar) who had managed to piece the pieces together and went after Aurora. After leaving the situation, instead of taking Aurora back to X-Genesis he took her and her developing powers to Wakanda.

In Wakanda, Aurora was taught by the royal family how to control her weather based powers and developed electrokinesis along the way. She attended therapy, and worked through her imprisonment with Wakandian doctors.

Over time, she became closer with Azari and the two even shared a kiss. The two immediately regret the actions and decide they are better off as friends. Azari packs to return to X-Genesis, and asks Aurora for her plans. Aurora tells him to tell the rest of the team she officially quits, and she'll find something else to do.

RELATIVES

Bobby Allerdyce | Iceman (Father)

St John Allerdyce | Pyro I (Father)

Jason Allerdyce | Ember (Brother)

Simon Allerdyce | Pyro II (Brother)

MENTORSHIPS

Bobby Allerdyce | Iceman (Cyrokinesis)

St John Allerdyce | Pyro I (Pyrokinesis)

Queen Ororo Munroe | Storm (Electrokinesis)

Princess Kymera Monroe | Sky Panther (Aerokinesis)

Amara Aquila | Magma & Max Eisenhardt/Erik Magnus Lehnsherr | Magneto (Terrakinesis; Separate Occasions)

Undetermined (Ecokinesis)

Lena Petrakis | Naiad (Hydrokinesis)

ABILITIES

Literary Master: Aurora is a master of literature, able to write poetry or prose of artistic or intellectual value regardless of genre, and recite and understand variously different forms of a genre.

Multilingual: Aurora can speak English and Spanish fluently. She also knows and understands Australian slang.

Skating: Aurora is a master ice skater.

POWERS

Aerokinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate air.

Bio-Thermokinesis: Aurora can control her body's tempature. This is second nature to her, to the point she can unconsciously do it.

Cyrokinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate ice. This, alongside pyrokinesis, is the one she has the most control over.

Ecokinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate plants.

Electrokinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate electricity.

Hydrokinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate water.

Pyrokinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate fire. This, alongside Cyrokinesis, is the one she has the most control over.

Terrakinesis: Aurora can create, shape, and manipulate minerals.

WEAKNESSES

Aurora's powers can be counteracted by the opposite element of the element she is using. For example, if she is using ice she can be defeated by fire.

Aurora can only use one type of elemental power at once, and usually has to have a cool down between switching.

TRIVIA

Aurora Allerdyce is asexual, but is unlabeled in terms of romantic attraction.

When she was younger, Aurora Allerdyce wanted the same drink her father John Allerdyce was having. He told her she was too young for alcohol, but he could give her the next best thing: juice.

#xmen #xmen oc #calcium cryptid marvel continuity

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insomniac-jay · 2 years

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The fun part about Aurora is that she and the rest of the Allerdyces are sometimes babysat by the Brotherhood of Evil or any equivalent (this is a last resort, Bobby insists).

So tiny Aurora is just a walking elemental nuke being taught how to steal by her wacky villain relatives and in her later years even joined them during a scheme to get the rest of the members of X-Genesis to bond.

Omg. Could you imagine John bringing her to the rest of the Brotherhood like "Oi, this me daughter. We found her and took her in. I ain't knock up Bobby yet but I still got his underwear."

While the Brotherhood are just like "A niece? Poggers! :D"

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autismvampyre · 2 years

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Ok hear me out: Enemies to Lovers with Pyro

You don't like him, he's an asshole and obnoxious, but he's a little shit about it. He's got a reputation, and when he flirts with you, all you can do is roll your eyes. Y'all are at each other's throats all the time, bickering, throwing snyde remarks back and forth. But before you know it, you start to not hate him.

During training, you overpower him and pin him against the wall, and for just a second you break eye contact to glance down at his lips, hoping he wont notice. But he does, and flashes you that infamous smirk of his. This goes on for weeks until you both finally cave. Bobby owes Rogue $20 now.

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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11/50 Touches

laying their hand on the other’s neck

Pyro x reader

Word Count: 191

Specifically requested by @kyn-lyn-blog

The advantage of being in a relationship with a pyrokinetic was obvious: easy access to a provider of warmth during the freezing months around Xavier’s School. The less-obvious advantage required the presence of a somewhat-trickster-leaning mind. Fortunately for you, you had that in spades. Which was what led you to the current situation.

You snuck up behind John as he talked to Bobby, the latter blessedly not cluing his friend in on your current actions. Then, with your freezing fingers, you placed them against the exposed back of his warm neck.

“Fuck!” came the immediate exclamation. When he saw you snickering upon whirling around to face his ‘attacker’, his jaw dropped in mock-betrayal. “Bitch!” The word was harsh, but his tone was borderline laughing.

“That was good, and you know it,” Bobby said between his own chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, assholes.” Even as he said it, he covered your hands in his to warm up the cold digits.

“Call it payback, Johnny-boy.”

“Payback for fuckin’ what?”

“You forget that you stole my dessert last night?”

“. . . You know what? Fair. Doesn’t mean I’m sorry, though. Storm makes a mean cheesecake.”

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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7. Dinner ~ John Allerdyce

Warnings: none - reader is female

Usually you sat with Kitty at dinner, laughing and chatting about all random sorts of stuff over your food. Today, however, you were on your lonesome, Kitty feeling under the weather and opting to spend the rest of the day in her room.

You looked around the room trying to find Bobby, maybe even Rogue, to sit with. Upon seeing them sat rather closely on a sofa and giggling into each other's ears, your shoulders deflated a little. Maybe you'd just go to your room too. Catch up on work or listen to some music for a while.

But then you saw him.

Sat at one of the few tables at the side of the room on his own, he was slouched, leaning back in the chair with his arms on the table next to an empty plate. His fingers toyed with his lighter as they always did and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as the flame slowly danced before him according to the path his eyes laid out. You considered going over to sit with John but hesitated before you did.

Friendship wasn't exactly the word for you and John; you only knew him through Bobby and had never spent tons of time together. On the other hand, whatever time you had shared was full of subtle smirks and light blushes after your eyes met for the tenth time. Little jokes from Bobby about hooking you up had you rolling eyes to his face, but when he wasn’t teasing you about it, you couldn't help but wonder if that was something that would work.

There was no denying John was handsome - you'd known that since you first saw him. He had a growing "bad boy" reputation among certain people but he'd always been nothing but nice to you. He even bought you a drink when the school went on a trip to the museum a few weeks ago. Fair enough it wasn’t that soon before he punched a guy, but a slushie and some entertainment? That’s a double win in your books.

You took a deep breath as you scanned your eyes over the room one last time, checking to see who else was around you. It didn’t take a couple seconds before your eyes where back on John, like you had any doubt in your mind that that's who you'd be spending your lunch with.

You stood up straighter now, your eyes just as focused on that silver lighter as John's were. Suddenly the top snapped down, making him jolt in his seat and quickly move his eyes around the room to see what happened before he caught sight of you looking right back at him. Seems like it wasn’t just him practising his powers.

He breathed what seemed like a sigh of relief and ran a hand through his hair as you walked over, a small smile gracing your lips at his reaction. John followed your movements, noting every detail as you sat across from him at the little brown table. He sat up properly, his elbows leaning on the wood and his mouth forming the beginnings of a smile. You got comfortable in the ornate chair, laying your arms above the table too as you dumped your sandwich down before you, food no longer at the forefront of your mind. His cologne was evident in the space around him and the scent made you breath in more to get a little extra dose. Sandalwood and vanilla. Typical John.

You both watched each other for a moment, trying to gauge what the other was thinking without saying anything. His eyes were deep and inquisitive, a playful nature creeping out without much effort. The grin on your face matched your blush and couldn’t help but grow bigger.

You looked down to hide the red tint of your cheeks as you fidgeted with the ring on your right hand. John glanced down too, noticing the ring, immediately remembering where it came from. That one night out when him and Bobby were trying to convince you it was the finest piece of jewellery you could buy as your small group of friends stood outside the closed store, cold and tipsy on a late September weekend. He never actually thought you'd go back and get it.

Smiling fondly to himself at the memory, he almost inched his hand closer to yours, but he didn't. You weren't his girlfriend or anything, he couldn’t do that. At least not yet anyway.

He took a sharp breath in that had you meeting his eyes again. "So you're alone today?" He asked, his voice a little gruff from spending a while not speaking to anyone. Keeping your elbows on the table, you waved you hands to the side and raised your eyebrows slightly as you showed no one around you, eliciting a puffed out chuckle from the man in front of you. "Yeah," he uttered, lifting his brows for a second and looking back up to your eyes, leaning closer across the table, "Welcome to the club." He said in an almost whisper before smiles simultaneously found home on your lips.

He winked at you and your heart missed a beat, watching him lean back and pick up his lighter again, flicking open the lid and attempting to get the flame to wave for you like he did before. Though this time he was much more distracted, focus drifting to you and your quiet laugh, his mind instead trying to make sure it remembered what you looked like right now. Blushing. Smiling. Gorgeous. The best thing he never expected to have in front of him during his break today.

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Teaching

Summary: Mystique/Pyro, teacher, student and teen hormones

“You sure you can handle the new students?” Charles doesn’t really need her to answer and Mystique knows as much, but she still nods grinning.

“Don’t scare them off, you have to actually teach them, you’re going to be teaching them history, and training them for the field.”

”Alright, since we do actually have to front as a school, and a lot of you would have trouble in regular school anyways I’ll be teaching history today.”

She’s been talking for almost an hour and she can see a few of the students looking tense and they keep glancing at the doorway.

“Alright we'll take a break, everyone outside, try to use your gifts while we’re outside.”

Mystique decides it's easier to let them take a break and say it’s some new teaching style if someone asks. She returns to her room, grading some papers to pass a little bit of time, she can hear someone wandering and then Hank appears at the doorway.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re having recess.”

“Mystique, they're like teenagers.”

“And? They need time to go back to being kids. Recess works, besides they were getting twitchy with their powers, Bobby had almost frozen his seat and it was creeping over to Rouge’s seat.”

”How has it been being a real teacher?”

“You mean besides dealing with all of their insane teenage hormones. If I have to break up a mental staring contest between Jean and Scott one more time…”

“It can’t be all bad.” Hank nods to where most of the kids are lounging around the front garden.

“Pyro has a crush on me, it’s a little sweet actually.”

“Oh really you can tell?”

“He lights up like a sparkler when I give him praise.” Mystique doesn't look up from the papers she’s grading

“Thankfully he has better control.”

“Mhm, he likes that I’m blue, saying it reminds him of ‘the hottest part of the flame’ complete with a wink.”

“Wow, should I have a word with him?”

“I don’t think you need to worry about any of this, it’s just a kid having his first crush.”

“Hell of a person to have a first crush on, you can be anyone he wants.”

“He seems to prefer me blue, like he tried to flirt about. We were running through training drills, and I just dropped my human face and he dropped the weights he was using, even though I told him what I was going to do.”

“You’re not going to do anything with him?”

“Hank he’s like five, I’m technically old enough to be his grandmother.”

“No you’re not? Your kid would have had to have, nevermind about that.”

“Teen pregnancy exists.”

“You had to sub for the health teacher didn’t you.”

“Yeah it sucked. Never again, I’ll just make Charles project images of STD’s into their minds and get him to make them think they have it.”

“That’s just cruel Mystique.”

“Well then they’ll be safe about everything.” Mystique nods and Hank sighs.

“Alright, I’ll make sure that the next health teacher is aware.” Hank looks back down to the papers he was supposed to be doing something with and Mystique leaves calling her students back from their extended time outside, she can see a few scorched trees and Pyro smirking and talking to Bobby about something.

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