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blackberry-gingham · 2 years

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For mental health reasons, I'm going back to my roots and doing imagines again, but this time with my new fixation: the xmen (doesn't mean I won't do fics btw, just that it's not my main content anymore).

Here's X-men with a human s/o

Cyclops

Very chill about it, as with most things

He's one of the biggest believers of "humans and mutants are equal", so he really doesn't even think about the difference between you two

Well, ok, he does in times of danger and crisis tho

He's the type to try and explain that he doesn't think you're weak, per say...

It's just that there are some things and people out here that you simply can't defend yourself against

Scott is naturally protective, but he's just a little more alert for trouble when he's with you

Gambit

Actually, sometimes I feel like he doesn't really consciously identify as a "mutant" tbh

By that I mean, he considers himself to be just like anyone else, rather then being a Mutant First(tm), human second type

He's a "Can't we all get along" type, until someone starts causing trouble for mutants

....Which happens rather often, it seems

He doesn't hate humans, but he's a little suspicious at times

He'll flirt with you easy, but when things start getting serious he may start to lay off a little

It's not personal, you just need to earn his trust a little first

Thankfully, he's a good judge of character and will come around in his own time

Jean

You guys get along so well!

Unsurprisingly, Jean has the same mindset as Scott as far as human and mutant relations

It's a little easier for her to blend into human society then it is for Scott however

That, and her lighter personality make it so that you wouldn't even know she's with the X-men at all

She's nothing if not transparent tho, and as long as she trusts you, will be pretty forthcoming about it all

Jean does feel a bit of responsibility in keeping you safe from harm, but she's not as inadvertently condescending about it as Scott can sometimes be

But don't be fooled, just because she's a little more tactful about it doesn't mean she's going to let you anywhere near danger tho

Nightcrawler

Interestingly, Kurt also holds the mutants and humans are equals ideology too, even with all he's been through at the hands of humans

The two are both created equally after all, and the sins of the few do not mean the sins of all as far as he's concerned

He is, however, very aware of his appearance meaning it's quite impossible for him to go the gambit route and act as though he too is "just like everyone else", despite how he feels

He's probably just more surprised that you actually want to be with him then anything specifically about you being a human or something tbh

I could see him trying to use an image inducer around you a lot, at least for the first little while

Don't worry tho, after a while and with some reassurance, he'll get used to going about in his natural form

Kurt's power is extremely passive rather then aggressive, just like his personality, so while I defiantly see him being protective of you...

He's more likely to just teleport you both away and stay out of dodge rather then fight for your honor or anything lol

Rogue

If you think being with Jean is a cool time, just go ahead and crank that up to 11 with Rogue

She honestly doesn't give a shit about whether you're a fellow mutant or not, and once she knows, she doesn't think about it

Well, sometimes in a moment of insecurity she might... But never does she think about you in a bad way

She's probably the most relatable in a sense, because as a mutant who looks fully human, she also wants nothing more then to be human too

Maybe you two can work out a way to get in quick moments of contact without it being to dangerous for you

She'll protest this, of course, but who knows? Maybe it's possible to build a little resistance

Because if such a thing is possible...

Gosh, you better get ready, because she'd never leave your side after all you've done to try and get closer to her

Sabretooth

Ok ok, I know that like basically ever since the 80s or so Sabretooth has been portrayed as little more then a bloodthirsty, human hating, killing machine...

But in his earlier debuts, at least once he's expressed a genuine sense of loneliness and desire to acquire a partner for himself

Sure to get there he basically kidnapped a human woman and held her hostage down in the tunnels where he was living, but you wouldn't be reading this if you didn't want to know how this could possibly work out would you?

I'll also have you know that in that very same comic, he's described by said woman as having been surprisingly nice to her and showing no signs of aggression, so there's that

Personally I kind of... don't like "smart sabretooth", if you will, but in a world where he can speak in complete sentences and use technology without smashing it in a fit of frustrated rage:

He will never let you forget that you are an itty bitty human and will tease you for it a lot

Don't take this as him not caring about you though, he's easily the most protective mf-er on this list and would, quite literally, both kill and die for you

No one gets to touch his frail

Storm

Another one for the humans and mutants are equal lot

She does, however, acknowledge that there are more often then not, notable differences between the two tho

Storm admires human resilience as well as their capacity for good, despite what some of the masses may get up to

As a result, she tends to see that trait in you and appreciates your support for mutant rights and freedoms

She can be a little intense and seem stern at times, but that's really only when she's been on missions

It can be difficult for her to relax because of how her emotions tie into her powers, but she says that simply being able to enjoy your company helps

If you two really get to know each other, you might catch her growing a little more playful with her powers around you

A gust of wind to tussle your hair, a splash of rain to cool you off, stuff like that

Times like these are rare admittedly, but knowing she's this comfortable around you is a reward all in it's own

Toad

Sabretooth is a special case, so he's excluded here, but Toad definably has the hardest time of all the others here getting on with a human s/o

It may have something to do with his feral nature, but while Vic still expresses the desire to "find a mate", be them human or mutant, despite what he too went through at the hands of humans as a kid...

Toad has no such designs, neither to go with his mutation nor to simply help him push past his childhood hatred for humans

Kurt may think he knows how it feels to be mocked, feared, and shunned, but even he eventually found some peace in his little monastery

Mort has had no such luck. Even his fellow mutants belittle him

Any advance from a human, even just friendly ones, will be instantly rejected

...However. He won't go so far as to completely keep distance from you

He may hate humans, but... Well... Maybe there is a little piece of him that's still holding on for acceptance

He's EXTREMELY slow to trust you, but once it's earned, you'll find he's actually very sweet and caring

Unfortunately tho, I don't really see him being able to drop the inferiority complex he's had ingrained into him anytime soon

Wolverine

Are you kidding? This guy has had so many human relationships, it's almost a joke

He never really talks about it, but there have been a few rare times where wolverine, like Rogue, has also expressed a desire to just be human instead of a mutant

Unlike Rogue, he will never discuss this with you however and assuming you don't somehow know he's a mutant before hand, he will most likely do his best to make sure things stay that way

Especially if he reeeeeally likes you

He more so hates what was done to him rather then his actual powers tbh, so while he's not particularly ashamed of being a mutant or anything like that...

He'd just rather you didn't know unless if you have to

Regardless of if you know or not, he's a close second to Sabre for most over protective mf-er on this list lol

In fact, this trait of his is most likely how you end up finding out he's a mutant

Damn it Logan. just can't keep those claws sheathed, huh?

#mwahahaah time to go back to the old days #xmen x reader #gosh this about to be is a long tagging section #idk if I should tag them by their names or their callsigns tbh #so i'll do a mix of whatever I want ig #names are boring but some of their callsigns can be confused with other media so #scott summers x reader #anna marie x reader #wolverine x reader #sabretooth x reader #mortimer toynbee x reader #ororo munroe x reader #gambit x reader #nightcrawler x reader #jean grey x reader

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Looking for fics

If have fanfics of the following characters:

Brock Rumlow.

Runaways.

Tandy Bowen.

Ororo Munroe.

Lorna Dane.

PRIDE.

Morgan le Fey.

Nico Minoru.

Clarice Fong/Ferguson.

Rogue.

John Proudstar.

Stepford Cuckoos.

Sinthea Schmidt.

Janet van Dyne.

Doctor Doom.

Mister Sinister.

Dottie Underwood.

Michael Morbius.

Ana/Satana Helstrom.

Daimon Helstrom.

Jack Rollins.

The divine pairing.

Tina Minoru.

But posted on Tumblr because I’m looking for add them to my recommend list on here as you know that’s the way I support writers on this platform. Let me know or tag me, please.

My reading guidelines here.

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tiredeyesight · 1 year

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shattering emotions

description : you turn to erik when your powers get out of control leaving the xmen heart broken taking an especially hard toll on ororo, when you come back the usually composed storm shatters

word count : 761

a/n : the end is kind of short sorry about that. anyways storm 🫶 also i’m mad in love with the erik actually having a daughter figure and not being a cranky old man but honestly that suits him lmao. i hope you enjoy this read! my requests are still open as well💓

you left when the moon was high in the sky, stars directed you exactly to his location. you knew the costs of going to erik for help rather than charles, but erik had always been more patient, caring towards you. he was like a father figure. your mutation had been going out of control and made you feel like a safety hazard around everyone, so for everyone else’s sake you left.

the xmen were heart broken and distraught as they each read that small note on a sticky note on your bedside table. however ororo, your girlfriend, broke down into tears after reading the small note. questions and thoughts ran around her mind at the speed of light. your disappearance caused her to isolate herself and barely taking care of herself too.

erik was the same erik you knew and cared for, despite being on opposing sides of this war the two of you had grown fond of the other. he helped you take interest of your new more powerful abilities and guided you on how to use them. more or less of the rest of erik’s team was fairly welcoming as you stayed as a guest for a while.

it was late at night and sleep couldn’t take over your body. guilt began seeping into your pores and going through your veins, was ororo alright? you made a personal leave date and escape back to the school in hopes everyone would accept you again.

you woke up after a dreadful sleep yet again. as you prepared for the day charles voice began to become louder and louder in your mind. you tried to ignore the familiar voice protruding around in your mind but as soon as the words, ‘ororo needs you y/n, she isnt talking to any of us and barely taking care of herself.’ you just needed a few more days to master the rest of your new abilities but you could do it later. ororo needed you.

as you began packing up your stuff rather quickly and not so carefully. a knock came to your door. fuck. ‘y/n are you up? we need to start training in 5 minutes’ erik’s voice slowly began to flow into your guest room. ‘uh yea i’ll be out in a little sorry’ you uttered out. you knew he would be okay with you going back to the xmen, he knew that you would go back. but you felt so bad, he was a father to you. but you had to go and you had to tell him

‘erik’ you called out, ‘yes y/n?’ he responded. ‘can you come here i need to talk to you.’ he opened your door within seconds and instantly asks ‘are you alright?’ ‘yes i’m fine erik, um but i need to go back to the xmen. i want to stay here and spend more time with you but i need to help those at the school and i feel so bad but we both knew i would have to leave soon.’ you softly spoke as tears welled up in your eyes. ‘y/n it’s okay, we both we knew it was going to happen sooner or later. i wish we were on the same side but two different people and two different perspectives. your like a daughter to me, i won’t hold it against you’

a smile was brought to your face as he said those words. ‘your like a father to me as well’ you admitted as you packed away your final items. you left the site with a singular hug to erik.

as soon as you got back to the mansion of a school you instantly fled from peering eyes to ororo’s room. she was curled up in her blankets on her bed staring into the abyss. shit. was she like this the entire time while you were gone? ‘go away’ she mumbled.

‘i’d rather stay’ you said in response. she shot out of her bed looking in you direction. ‘you.’ she said ‘how could you just leave with out a spoken word to me or anyone here!’ you stood there quietly as she admitted how much you had hurt her. tears began flowing through her eyes as she moves closer and closer to you wanting to feel your warmth after what felt like centuries.

‘i’m sorry ororo, i really am’ you apologised over and over again. ‘i understand your connection with him but you can’t just leave without a word.’ as she began to calm down she uttered ‘i love you’ which you uttered right back.

#ororo munroe x reader #storm x reader #xmen x reader #marvel x reader #wlw #erik lensherr x reader #magneto x reader #angst

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thewitchandtheassassin · 2 years

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Weathering the Storm (Ororo Munroe x Reader)

Summary: The boys never learn.

Words: 1081

Warnings: Language?

A/N: My first time with her but at the request of my girlfriend, I am nothing if not willing to try. Also, the original Storm is absolutely the best so Ms. Berry is who I imagine. Also... so pretty.

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife @natasha-danvers @aaron-despair @username23345 @xjiasx @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne

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Leaning against the wall, watching Storm chew out Logan and Scott for yet another petty fight over Jean, you considered the weather goddess with curious eyes. Always a champion for her friend, if you didn’t know her the way you did, you’d almost be concerned she’d electrocute both men until they managed to retract their heads from their asses.

“She has been with you for years, Scott, why are you so insecure about this? Do you think Jean looks at either of you and thinks this is attractive? For God’s sake, I’m sure cavemen would have better manners!” she scolded, throwing her hands up in the air exasperatedly.

As your hair began to rise on its own, you huffed, kicking off the wall and strolling casually over to the irate woman, wrapping a calming arm around her waist.

“C’mon, Munroe, breathe. One-Eye and Beast Boy over there aren’t worth a tornado,” you joked, glancing out the window at the darkening sky.

Feeling her sag into your hold, she gripped your arm tightly and glared at them. “This needs to stop. Jean despises this rivalry of yours and is starting to feel like a prize to be won instead of a person. It doesn’t matter who wins an argument or gets the last word. She makes her choice.”

“And I highly doubt, if you keep acting like macho morons, she’s going to want to stay with either of you,” you added with a smirk. “This whole ‘whose dick is bigger’ contest is getting to be kind of pathetic all the way around. No one here thinks y’all are cool doing this; we honestly kind of pity you both.”

Logan’s hackles visibly raised as his dark gaze fell upon you but you shrugged it off. Even if they didn’t want to admit it, everyone knew you were right. It was up to them to decide where to go from here.

“Why do either of you get to decide how Jean feels?” Scott questioned, shrinking under the proverbial – or maybe literal, you couldn’t be sure from this angle – lightning glistening in Storm’s eyes.

“Because you two don’t listen when Jean says how she’s feeling, so maybe you’ll listen to us. Or don’t, and watch Jean leave both of you for someone else. I’m sure there’s plenty of guys –”

“- or ladies,” you chimed in helpfully.

“Or ladies here that would be more than happy to earn Jean’s affection.”

Chuckling, you pressed your chin to Storm’s shoulder as you studied the crestfallen expression painted across Scott’s cheeks. “I know Emma is pretty fond of her. And her diamonds make her pretty much immune to whatever Jean can do so she’d be a great fit. Plus Rogue’s always had a crush on her – once she finally got tired of Bobby being Bobby – and she’s not a kid anymore. Hell, she can drink now. I’m sure she’d have no qualms about stealing Jean’s heart away.”

The redness blossoming across their faces filled you with glee. You liked Logan – he whined less than Scott, which automatically made him better than Laser-Face in your eyes – but he was acting no better.

Pressing her back into your chest, Storm peered at the silent men. “Any other questions you’d like to voice now?”

Growling quietly to himself, Logan stalked out of the room without a glance at anyone, fishing a cigar from his pocket as he went. Scott did the same, though he went in a different direction, probably off to lick his wounds in peace.

“They didn’t hear a word we said, did they?” Storm mumbled, closing her eyes as the familiar tightness of an impending headache made itself known.

Humming softly, you swayed to a beat only you could hear, ignoring the way your heart thumped painfully loud at the position you were in. It’d been instinctual, but now she wasn’t trying to inch away and you weren’t ready to let go. “I think Logan was listening, even if it wasn’t what he was hoping to hear. Scott on the other hand? Probably not. He’s always seemed to view Jean as a prize instead of a person. He’s tried controlling her from day one, she just doesn’t listen.”

Silence filled the living room, a nervousness overtaking you as you wondered what came next. Should you let her go? Surely Ororo didn’t want to be kept hostage in your arms…

Right?

“You know, I don’t know if I should be thanking you for what you said to the boys or if I should be teasing you right now.”

Jean’s amusement was palpable as she sauntered into the room, her brow arched and lips upturned. If you were anyone else, she’d probably be skeptical of your motives – of the way you were cuddling with her best friend so openly, like it was a completely normal occurrence for Storm to let anyone hold her in such an intimate manner – but it was plain to see how much you cared for her. The fact you two weren’t dating was more confusing than any position she could catch you in.

“Jean…”

“Since they had no questions to ask, I’ll ask one instead. When are you going to finally admit you have feelings for each other? This game of ‘will they or won’t they’ is exhausting.” The look in her eyes was expectant, but gentle, quietly urging you to force the step you’d never managed to take before. “I will leave you to discuss. Thank you for talking to them for me, though. I think everyone in this awful game of tug-of-war needed to hear what you said.”

She was gone before you could say a word, gone just as quickly as she’d arrived. Gentle like a leaf in the breeze but far more powerful than a hurricane, she was truly exceptional at making an impact in a short amount of time.

Damn you, Jean Grey.

Hush eclipsed you once more. Finding the right words seemed impossible; what could you say to a woman like Ororo Munroe without sounding like an utterly love struck teenager?

“…wanna get coffee sometime?” you mumbled when all else failed, thankful she couldn’t see the awkward grin on your lips or feel the way your cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

For a moment, all was still and you considered letting her go so you could retreat in mortified shame. Why did you have to ask such a stupid, silly question?

You idiot, why did you…

“…I’d really like that.”

#ororo munroe imagine #ororo munroe x reader #x-men imagine #storm imagine #storm x reader #storm xmen #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #MCU fic #x-men x reader

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monpalace · 5 months

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hi! really hope i'm not bothering you but i absolutely adore your writing and i was wondering if you could maybe write something for ororo (storm) again? if not, that's completely okay! hope you're having a nice day, love you 💗

gn reader (you/your pronouns), ororo isn't actually present, reader is heavily implied to be a mutant, 600+ words.

It was a last-minute decision and yet you were glad to have made your class a free period when the first raindrop fell.

Your students looked half-dead (some more especially than others) whereas the ones who had managed to stay awake were only managing to keep themselves conscious by murmuring to one another.

There was a movie playing on the television mounted in the front of the room. Supposedly it was to act as an introduction to the lesson that was going to be taught today— but all it really stood to do was entertain the teens who weren't able to find a way to pass the time.

You're halfway to dozing off yourself to be entirely truthful. Reading through thirty-seven students' papers on varying different subjects (your favorite was the differences of the kinetic abilities and where each stems from) had begun to make your eyes droop and eyes fill with tears from each yawn.

It's a necessary step to take a moment to yourself to wake up.

You're not sure how long you're out, but time is all like a blur. The zombie-esque walk you take to the teachers’ break room is much needed to get your blood pumping when you go cross-eyed enough to nearly knock into a wall.

You thank the Gods that there was no one to witness it— and that whoever had last made a pot of coffee.

It was piping hot and fresh. The taste of the room had yet to penetrate the taste, your favorite mug, and everything you usually put in your cup was set out beside it.

Your head tilts.

Could it have been Xavier holding sympathy for his employees, or Jean repaying you for when you substituted in her class when she had to leave unexpectedly for her X-Men duties? Was Kurt doing his weekly acts of kindness for his co-workers, or was Logan evening it out with you for when you saved his ass at a bar a few weeks ago?

All are very likely if it weren't for the smell of dew, honeysuckle, and grapefruit.

There's a bounce in your step as you make your way back to the classroom. Pulling your nose from your mug reveals the students who hadn't been able to sleep before were starting to dwindle on energy.

"Doc," one of the students struggles to say through their own yawns. Their head is still pressed against the desk with its full weight, but that doesn't stop them from sluggishly lifting a finger to point at the large window fit only for an overly expensive apartment— and your classroom.

If it were a painting, it'd be straight out of the Rococo era. The natural greenery that covered your wall all curled around the now-opened window to highlight the bouquet that sat pretty on the table pushed against it.

While beautiful, the gift and placement were subtle. You wouldn't have noticed it if the student hadn't pointed it out.

Passing by your desk to set your cup down and pick up your phone. It's difficult to not take more than a few pictures of the sight, but you manage to turn away to look at the few remaining students still conscious.

When you ask for the name of who managed to set everything up in such a short amount of time, they only turn away.

You know who it is you need to thank when the window is gently lowered by a gust of wind and the rain resumes.

#im so sorry this took so long anon 🗿 i rewrote this with diff scenarios 5-6 different times #i hate this #grim's scribbles #x-men x reader #ororo munroe x reader #storm x reader #marvel x reader #x-men ororo munroe x reader #x-men storm x reader #x-men #ororo munroe #ororo x reader #marvel #storm #x-men storm #x-men ororo munroe #x reader

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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Ororo Munroe Masterlist

In progress

#xmen x reader #ororo munroe #xmen #ororo munroe x reader

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kayesfanfics · 11 days

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Hello everyone! I’ve decided to keep my requests open for X-Men (97 mostly, but if there’s other character that aren’t in the series I can write for them as well! X-Men is my all time favorite hero team so I know em all-). But here’s the main 97’ characters I write for!:

Gambit

Rogue

Nightcrawler (MY FAV)

Wolverine

Storm

Magneto

Morph (EXTREMELY UNDERRATED)

Jubilee (I know she’s 18 but SFW only for her)

Roberto (same goes for him)

FORGE MY MAN, ALSO EXTREMELY UNDERRATED)

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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 2 years

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The Breaking Point | Logan Howlett

logan howlett x f!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: The reader and Logan have been bantering since the moment they met, and the other members of the X-Men have had enough of the tension and arguments. They decide to take matters into their own hands and shove the two towards the ultimate breaking point.

A/N: I swear on everything that I love that I started this one shot with every intention for it to be just fluff and yet it STILL gets angsty. At this point, I think I have a chronic condition of liking to write about hurt. Well, it led to this beautiful little gem of a story so I'll allow it. Love you and all and keep up with the dreaming 🤍

Warnings: fluffiest fluff i've written in a while, angst near the end, endless banter

Word Count: 4,850

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Have you ever hated someone so much that when they walk into the room all you want to do is punch them in the nuts?

Yeah, me too. Only problem? No matter how hard I punch him, I could never permanently wound him.

"Could you eat any louder? I'm genuinely curious."

I ignore Logan's rumble of a voice, gritting my teeth to keep from starting a fight in the middle of our team dinner. As we sit in the large dining room of Charles Xavier's mansion and school, I focus intently on the noodles before me and not the annoying wolf-man across the table. The X-Men around us keep talking, Logan and I's arguments a normal occurrence in the Mansion.

"God, you're so annoying," Logan mutters, and I drop my fork, staring at him wide-eyed from across the table.

"I didn't even do anything! How could I possibly be annoying you?" I exclaim, my voice incredulous. He gives me a curt smile and damn it if it doesn't still make my heart turn molten. That last tidbit only makes me more infuriated since I can't even control my body around him.

"I think it's just your presence, sweetheart," Logan responds with a wink.

"My presence?" I laugh, grabbing my fork again and pointing it at the man across from me, "At least I'm not the one with a personality that ranges from grumpy to grumpier."

"I'm only grumpy around you," He quips.

"I mean, do you just enjoy being a giant, walking storm cloud? I bet babies scream when you walk past."

Scott chokes on his food beside me to hide his laugh. Neither Logan nor I seem to notice that the table's gone somewhat silent to revel in our showdown.

"No, but I make women scream all the time."

It's Rogue's turn to let out a surprised cough. Despite myself, I find my cheeks heating. I'm glad for being in the midst of an argument, though, so the flushing of my cheeks gives away nothing.

"In terror? I'm sure," I coolly respond, stabbing a piece of chicken to keep from stabbing the Wolverine. Logan sits back in his chair, a smug, heart-twisting smirk on his face.

"Whatever you tell yourself, Y/N." He nods his head towards me, those damn hazel eyes burning into my soul without even trying, "We both know you dream of me every night."

"Oh I do," I concede, painting a look of desperation on my face that makes his brows furrow, "Every night I dream of how I could kill you,"

Logan rolls his eyes, but I see his jaw clenching nonetheless and smirk, knowing I've gotten under his skin.

"Even if I could die, you couldn't kill me if you tried, sweetheart."

I nod my head in acknowledgment, but then reach out with my powers to his food and with a single thought, I order the atoms to rearrange from his dinner and into a fat, squirming toad. He lets out a small noise of surprise and shoves back from the table as the toad hops down and skitters away.

"No, but maybe I'll turn you into a toad like your stir-fry, sweetheart." I look off in the distance, plastering on my best thinking face, "Do you think you'd still have claws? That'd be-"

"That's it," He growls, shoving away from the table and letting his claws rip out. This sends our team from amused observation to panicked mediation. I shove myself up to, holding my arms out.

"What are you gonna do, wolf boy? Come on, try!" I taunt. Chairs are screeching all along the table as our friends shoot to their feet, voices crying out to placate us.

"Calm down you two!"

"What are you, children?"

"Not again! We can't afford to keep buying new dinner tables!"

Logan jumps deftly onto the table, stalking across it and knocking over food as he does until he jumps back down on my side, getting into my face. I stand my ground, bringing him nose-to-nose with me as I glare up at him. The air is charged with tension between us, waiting to snap. My fogged brain doesn't if I want to punch him or...

I shake away the other thought, trying to forget about it.

"Oh I'll show you what I'll do," Logan whispers, the rasp in his voice running down my spine and knocking my heart from rhythm.

"That is enough!" Charles shouts, and the room goes silent immediately. Logan clenches his jaw and looks over to Charles as I do the same. The professor sighs, hanging his head and massaging his temple as if he's developed a massive headache.

"Good Lord, if only you two could hear what was whizzing between your minds. That was so confusing." Professor Xavier huffs out a sigh before wheeling over in front of us.

"Y/N, go find the toad you turned Logan's dinner into and please refrain from turning him into one as well," Charles orders. Logan snickers, probably about to egg on to his statement before Charles turns his head sharply towards him.

"Logan, please refrain from aggravating Miss Y/L/N. I much prefer you as a man, not an amphibian. Although you would be quieter," He adds on, making me snort. I send Logan a pointed look, which he just rolls his eyes to and looks back to Charles.

"You two need to learn to at the very least tolerate each other," the Professor commands, shaking his head incredulously, "You work so well together on missions and you'd be such great...friends if you would just set down this petty feud. Now go to bed both of you, think about ways you can be more civil."

He turns and wheels away, leaving Logan and I standing tensely beside each other and feeling like scolded children. With a shake of my head, I turn and make my way towards my room which just so happens to be right across from Logan's. He trails me, his silent presence overbearing on my mind and heart.

"You ever seen the Professor that flustered?" I ask, desperate to break the charged air between us. Logan lets out a short laugh from beside me.

"I thought his head was gonna explode."

I smile, casting a glance over at the Wolverine, "You'll make him go crazy."

We stop in front of our doors and Logan turns to look down at me, cocking an eyebrow amusedly, "Me? Sweetheart, you're just as bad as I am."

Something about the way he looks at me makes my heart trip. Maybe it's the proximity I don't think either of us realizes, or maybe it's the smirk that drives me crazy, but I take a subtle step back before I do something I'll regret.

"Careful, Howlett. I'll still turn you into a toad," I warn. His smirk turns into that damn half-smile that makes my stomach wild with butterflies.

"Don't let the Professor hear you say that, Y/N. You won't be his favorite anymore,"

I laugh, walking back towards my door, "I think you've been his favorite since the moment you crashed through our doors."

Logan lifts an eyebrow at me, "Is that why you hate me?"

I freeze, a weird, strangling sensation settling into my chest. Does he...does he really think that I hate him?

"Logan," I start, my eyes growing serious in a way that makes the teasing smirk drop from his face, "Logan, do you think I hate you?"

He clenches his jaw, turning more serious than I've ever seen him be. In the hazel of his eyes, I see horrors of the decades he's lived on this Earth flash through his gaze. It makes my heart drop to the floor, and I almost walk over and pull him into a hug.

"It's better if you do." He almost whispers, and then turns and walks into his room, shutting the door behind him.

I stand frozen for a moment in the hallway, trying to work through what he just said. Shaking my head with a sigh, I turn and enter my own room. That night, as I get ready for bed, I can't get my mind off of the Wolverine.

Something stirs in my chest, because the Professor isn't wrong about what he said earlier. From the first moment Logan and I met, we fit together so well that it terrified me. Not to mention that he was breathtakingly attractive in a rugged sort of way that made my inhibitions turn to mush. My attraction stayed for a grand total of ten minutes when he began to argue and pick on me like a seventh grade boy.

I tell everyone that I hate him, that I can't stand him. And I can't, that's true. The whole truth, though? The whole truth is that he only annoys me because I have no control over my body, thoughts, and feelings when I'm around him. I've always managed to keep romance to a one-night-stand sort of level, but every time I banter with Logan something in me craves his easy nature and the way he takes no shit. I need his banter like I need the air I breathe, because without it I feel like I'll get lost in the mundane of my routine. Logan makes me feel...alive in ways that I can't explain. And, as much as he'd never admit it, he's got the softest, kindest heart out of anyone I know.

And sometimes...sometimes I feel like he argues with me to keep me at a distance.

My proof? Every time we have a rare civil conversation like the one we just had, he shuts down for a few days with me. He avoids me, and then when he can't anymore, his usually petty and teasing insults turn grumpier than usual and more charged. It's almost like every time we naturally gravitate closer, Logan shoves us apart.

The only question is why?

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Later That Week

"Hey Y/N, I need your help."

I turn my gaze from the papers I'm grading from the science class I teach at the school to Jean who's just walked into my classroom. A smile blooms on my face and I stand from my chair, leaning against my desk as she walks over to me.

"Yeah, anything. What's up?"

"It's Scott and I's anniversary tomorrow night and the Professor just booked me for a mission. Do you think you could cover it for me? I know it's so last minute but Scott and I have had this night planned for weeks," Jean explains.

"Yeah, of course! You need a break as it is," I inform, smiling wryly at my friend, "Go have fun with Scotty. I've got it covered."

A relieved, ecstatic smile explodes onto her face and she rushes forward, pulling me into a hug, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the actual best!"

I laugh, hugging her back before moving back towards my desk chair to continue grading.

"Anytime. Just send over the details tonight," I reply. She nods, affirming she'll do so before thanking me again and breezing out of the room to probably go tell Scott the good news.

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The Next Night

I hum to myself as I collect the supplies I'll need for the mission tonight. My hands are busy as I traipse through the supply room in the basement of the Mansion, grabbing various weapons and medical supplies and stashing them in the duffle bag I've got planted on the table in the center of the room.

Storm is set to be on the mission with me, and told me that she'd be getting the jet ready while I grabbed the supplies. So, once the duffle is packed, I sling it over my shoulders and make my way over the hanger. Just as she said, the jet sits humming and ready, the coordinated no doubt already punched in. The back hatch rests open, beckoning me in. As I walk up the ramp and into the belly of the jet, my eyes search for Ororo.

"Storm?" I call out, my brows furrowed as I search the cockpit. When I don't see her, I shrug. She must be grabbing something.

In the mean time, I stash the duffle into an overhead compartment. Just as I step back from doing so, an air-capturing presence enters the jet.

"You've got to be shitting me."

My heart hits the actual floor and I drop my head.

"This isn't happening," I mutter to myself before turning to see Logan standing in the entrance of the jet.

Like I predicted, he hasn't talked to me since the dinner incident. He'd barely stay in the same room as me, so seeing him sends an unwelcome bolt of joy through my soul. My stupid, traitorous heart flips in my chest at the sight of him.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"I could ask you the same thing," He grits out, setting down a duffle that matches the one I made, "I'm covering for Jean."

Everything suddenly snaps into focus. I blow out a breath, shaking my head.

"That little traitor," I grumble, before looking at a confused and aggravated Logan, "I'm covering for Jean too."

The realization hits him at the same time and he shakes his head. He turns to exit the open hatch of the jet, eager to get as far away from me as fast as possible.

I'd be lying if I said it didn't make a sudden shot of hurt explode in my chest.

"Fuck this," Logan mutters, but before he can leave, the door to the jet shuts. He stumbles back, a confused look overtaking his features.

"What the-"

That's when the engine revs to life.

I jog over to the empty cockpit to see the controls lighting up and the auto-pilot system taking over. Before either of us can do anything, since neither of us know how to fly, the jet is pulling out of the hanger and lifting into the sky to God knows where. I step back, shaking my head and looking over to where Logan has stepped up beside me. We share a knowing look.

"Storm." We say in sync. As if on cue, a voice radios in from the controls.

"Come in lovebirds, do you copy?" Storms amused voice announces. I grit my jaw and lean forward to respond.

"Storm, take us down or I swear-"

"No can do, you two need some bonding time." That was another voice, the Professor's voice. Shock crashes over me.

"Professor, you too?" Logan sputters.

"You two will learn to behave at the very least. Hopefully being stuck together will help the team spirit." He responds.

"Stuck together?" I question, my brows furrowing in confusion, "But the mission said that-"

"Oh there's no mission. The jet's set to fly a round trip for the night." Jean pipes in.

"Like hell it is! Bring us down right now!" Logan growls out, and I almost laugh at the bit of fear in his eyes. He's always been uncomfortable flying and I've always made fun of him for it. It's at least of some consolation to know this is how we're stuck together.

"I'm sorry, you're breaking up. What was that?" Storm asks, amusement lacing her tone.

"Ororo-" I start.

"I can't...must be...signal's going..."

Anyone could tell she's faking it.

"When I get back, you're all spending the weekend as cockroaches!" I call out.

"Have fun!" Jean and Storm call back before the line cuts out.

Logan begins muttering to himself before settling down in the pilot's chair and fiddling with random buttons. My eyes widen suddenly and I lurch forward, grabbing his arm.

"What the hell are you doing? Trying to get us killed? Neither of us know how to work this thing!" I object. He shakes off my touch and stands, towering over me and making me stumble back a few steps. He matches me for every one until I finally find my ground.

"There's no way in hell I'm staying trapped up here with you," Logan spits, and yet again my stupid heart flinches at the low blow.

I must flinch slightly in reaction as well, because some of the anger drains from Logan's face, being replaced with something I can't quite place. He sighs, cursing himself before taking a step closer to me.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it like-"

"No, it's fine." I cut him off, giving him a curt smile and cursing myself for not being able to hide the hurt. I take a few steps back and turn, walking into the belly of the jet, "Let's just get through this night."

I can practically feel Logan's unspoken words hanging in the air before I hear him sigh and mumble something to himself. I drop down into one of the chairs in the back, propping my feet up on the empty chair next to me and letting my eyes slip closed. I so desperately want to be able to sleep the night away to avoid any more interactions with Logan that can break my heart open and reveal the feelings I've denied for months. As I sit with my eyes shut, though, time passes and I can't seem to find sleep.

Maybe it has something to do with the domineering presence in the chair across from mine.

I can feel his gaze burning into me without even opening my eyes, can feel the way he wants to break the tense silence that settles over the cabin of the jet. The air is so thickly charged that I think for a moment that one spark could set the jet on fire. When I finally have had so much of the silence that I can barely take it anymore, I let out a sigh.

"Why do you do that?" I ask, my eyes still shut. The silence turns still.

"Do what?" He grumbles back. I drop my feet from the seat and open my eyes, turning forward so we face each other in the cabin.

"Every time I start to think we can be friends, you shut down. You ignore me and whenever you do talk to me you're as cold as ice with a temper that could make Hell freeze over." I don't hold back, so fed up with the same cyclic behavior from the last few years of knowing Logan.

"Y/N," Logan starts, then goes silent for a long while. Finally, his almost...tortured gaze meets mine, "We can't be friends. We'll never be friends."

I thought what he'd said before hurt, but that was a scrape compared to the knife he just shoved in my heart and twisted. I clench my jaw to keep from visibly recoiling again at the blow.

It's getting too much. It's all getting too much. The tension, the attraction, the long silences and bursts of charisma that make me want to crawl into his arms and stay forever. I can't take how off and on he is with me, I just can't. Not when I'm beginning to realize that I want him so desperately and not just physically or not just when he's in a good mood. I want every part of him because he makes me feel like I'm someone, because I feel like I was asleep until I met him. And to see the way he can so blatantly disregard me and shut down with me and say that...say that we can't even be friends?

It's too much. I can't take it.

My emotions bubble over and I make a small, tortured sound before shoving to my feet and storming to the back of the jet. I make sure to keep my back firmly to him to hide the angry and heartbroken tears that begin to well up from his keen eyes, but there's no mistaking my sharp intake of breath and shuddering shoulders.

"Y/N," his voice is like a poisonous honey, killing me slowly and soothing my very soul as it breaks me, "Y/N, just talk to me."

I let out a humorless laugh and whirl around to see him on his feet and walking over. When he sees the tears in my eyes and my emotions painted clearly, I know I can't hide from him. He freezes in his step, his hazel eyes like burning fires and every muscle in his body tensed as if he were holding them taut to keep him from doing something.

"No, don't-" I cut myself off in time to shove down the sob that wants to shudder through me, "You have no right. You have no right to keep pulling me in and-and shoving me away. I can't take it anymore, I can't"

The tension has finally reached its snapping point and I'm breaking first, I don't even care anymore. His face is impossible to read and it burns because I can't exactly storm away from him when we're tens of thousands of feet in the sky.

"Sweetheart, listen I-"

That's my breaking point.

"No, don't you dare 'sweetheart' me," I grit out, not even bothering to stop the burning hot tears that race down my cheeks, "God, you don't even get it, do you?"

Logan's face is one of pure shock and pain—pain for what, I can't place. What I can see is the way his large hands keep flexing and unflexing, almost as if he's using every muscle to keep from walking up to me. His jaw is clenched so tight that I'm surprised his teeth don't crack. I dig my hands into my hair and groan in frustration before dropping them back down to my sides. I don't even give him a chance to respond.

"Every time you mess with me, every time you speak to me, every time you're even near me, Logan you are pushing me further and further down a very steep cliff and I can't stop it, I have tried." I take a gasping breath, not even caring that I'm baring every feeling to him that I haven't even processed with myself yet, "And you keep ignoring me and saying we can't be friends and then the next thing I know you're messing with me again and-"

"I'm not trying to hurt you, sweet-" He stops himself briefly, changing the word he was going to use, "Y/N. You just have to understand-"

"You are breaking me, Logan!" I shout, my vision blurring from the unbridled tears, "I am falling in love with you and you are breaking me!"

He goes as silent as death before me, everything within him going still. I don't seem to notice, and even if I did, I wouldn't care. I'm halfway past shattering and I can barely control myself. Years of pent up emotion is spilling out, and damn it I'm going turn all of my friends back at the Mansion into worms.

"What did you just say?" His voice is no more than a whisper, but I'm not listening.

"Let me hate you," I beg, my voice beseeching for mercy and my fists itching to slam into his stupid, perfect face, "Please, why can't I hate you?"

That's when Logan breaks.

"Fuck it all," he suddenly growls, making my breath hiccup and my gaze snap up to him. My stomach flips sharply when I see him storming up to me so suddenly that I can't even back up.

"Logan, what-"

"Shut up." He orders, and he reaches me in seconds.

The moment he does, one of his hands cups my face and the other snakes around my waist, tugging me so close to him that I can feel every ridge and curve of his muscles. I barely have time to breathe when he tilts my head up with his hand and crashes his lips to mine.

Instantly I'm on fire.

I can't stop the small moan that leaves my lips, swallowed by his as he kisses me so desperately and passionately that my knees would buckle if it weren't for his iron grip on my waist. He bites my bottom lip softly and uses the gasp I let out to deepen the kiss. Every fiber of me is trembling and my body is on fire. Everywhere he touches me is pure desire and lightning and passion and I can barely catch my breath. He must feel the same because he reluctantly pulls away, leaving us both panting in the silence.

My lips are swollen and my body shaking, leaving me holding on to Logan desperately to ground myself to this instant, to convince myself that was real. The charge is too strong, and like opposite ends of a magnet our lips end up together again. This time, he pulls back just enough so our lips are still touching.

"I'm so sorry," He breathes against my lips, sealing the apology with a quick kiss, "I'm so sorry."

I pull away, capturing his face in my hands and staring at him with furrowed, confused brows. My unspoken desire for an explanation is clearly picked up, and he shakes his head, moving both of his hands to my waist. Where his hands hold me burns in the best way, in a way that makes me never want to pull away.

"Everyone I have ever cared for, everyone I have ever let myself love, has been taken from me," Logan whispers brokenly, and I stop breathing. I don't dare to believe what his words spell out so clearly, but instead let him keep talking as if to prove me wrong.

He doesn't.

"That's why I kept shoving you away, that's why we could never be friends. Because if we were, I could never live with just being friends with you"

"Logan, what are you saying?" I whisper, my eyes wide and my heart racing so fast that I actually fear it might give out on me. His nose nudges mine before he pulls back, letting his eyes burn into mine so I can see the truth in them, the meaning and the sincerity.

"Y/N, I have been in love with you since the moment I met you."

This time, my knees do buckle briefly. Thankfully, his arms around my waist hold me until I manage to hold my own weight again.

"You-you love me?"

A sweet smile that I want to take a picture of and hold close forever spreads onto his lips.

"Always."

I pull him down so our lips meet again, and for the first time in months my soul is at peace. What's been devouring me slowly finally stops as everything makes perfect sense. When I pull away, I lean my forehead against his.

"You're not gonna lose me." I vow, then pull back to raise an eyebrow at him, "But if you ever shove me away out of fear of losing me again, I will turn you into a cat and keep you as the kids' class pet."

A genuine, heart-healing laugh erupts from him, lighting up Logan's face in a way that makes me fall in love all over again. We just stay like that for a moment, his arms around my waist and mine back around his neck, our bodies molded together and our breath mingling.

"You think they're watching a live feed of this right now?" I ask, not pulling away an inch.

The radio crackles back to life and Storm's voice fills the jet, "That would be an affirmative, love birds. Mission Wedding Bells is a success."

We both chuckle, and Logan turns his head towards the direction of the cockpit, where the camera probably is. With all the gentlemanliness he can muster, he unsheathes only his middle claw, flipping the entire team out. I laugh dropping my head onto his chest.

He cups my face and turns it up to face him, cocking an eyebrow at me, "What?"

It only makes me laugh harder and his body rumbles with laughter against mine, "Come here, sweetheart."

He slings an arm across my shoulders and walks me back to the cockpit. As we do, I think of that first moment we met. An amused smile tugs at my lips and I shake my head slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" Logan asks. I look up at him, amusement dancing among my features.

"When you saw me turn that creep paparazzi in the front lawn into a pigeon, that's when you fell in love with me?"

He chuckles, kissing my cheek and making me wonder if this is what bliss is.

"I took one look at you scolding him and then tending to the kids like a mother and knew I was in trouble."

I laugh, leaning into his side, "You realize we have to let the Professor tell us 'I told you so', right?"

"Over my dead body," Logan stiffens, his words final. I snort.

"Good thing you can't die."

And for the first time since I met Logan, my traitorous, knowing heart was settled.

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Comic Reader #167 with John Byrne drawing the New X-Men in the Original X-Men's uniforms

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Can you write a scene where Storm from the X-men is teaching a young girl (Y/n) how to control her powers (Y/n has the same powers as Storm). Thanks!

Storm hovers in the air...

Storm: you are more capable than others will tell you. You are mightier than you think you are.

Y/N: i can't.

Storm lowers down and smiles...

Storm: It'll take time. But i believe in you

Y/N: thank you

Storm: come on. I will make you some ice cream

Storm leads the little mutant off to the X-Mansion...

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symbiosis

Kurt wagner x mutant reader

summary: after the attack on the x mansion you went with logan and the boys to bobi's house where they later met up with jean storm and a new friend

note: you are a Spanish teacher at the academy and your mutation is that you are a symbiote

You were in the kitchen of Bobi's house, you didn't want to get involved in Bobi's conversation with his parents. You were looking at a fixed point until you heard someone enter.

Logan: Are you okay? - I ask.

y/n: yes I'm just a little hungry

Logan: As if you didn't have it all the time - he said while smiling.

Logan was my friend since he arrived at the mansion, they got along well, they both liked to bother Scott.

You approached the pantry, opening the doors to look at some cookies.

Y/N: Do you think they won't notice if I steal a package? - You said smiling while you took some, putting them in your coat.

Logan: I don't think so.

y/n: well if they notice I'll blame you

You saw him smile but it didn't last long.

y/n: gloton what's wrong?

You saw how police officers appeared out of nowhere pointing at everyone. You went to where the boys were. They began to leave the house while pointing their weapons at him.

y/n: get behind me and don't separate - you told them, standing protectively in front of them. As soon as they saw Logan's claws, they shot him in the head. You put your arms in front of the boys to protect them.

police: hands up and on the ground

y/n: kids downstairs

rouge: logan

y/n: everything will be fine

You watched John use his mutation to set cars on fire.

You saw Logan get up and immediately you picked up Rouge and Bobi. You noticed how the plane appeared. They started running towards him.

y/n: john, let's go - you said, grabbing his hand.

You saw how a police officer was aiming at John and you immediately formed a symbiotic tentacle, throwing the officer away.

When you got inside the plane you checked the boys if they were okay.

y/n: are you guys okay?

rouge and bobi: yes

you fucked john while the others sat down

y/n: what do you have mi vida ?

John: Why do they hate us so much?

y/n: people fear what I don't understand that's why they act like this

You told him as you put your hands on his cheeks, you loved John like a son.

He looked at you and just nodded.

y/n: okay cariño go sit down

John: Okay.

before you left you saw him stop

John: Thanks for saving me from the police.

y/n:damned

You started to go to Asia where Logan was and the others, you saw Ororo and Jean sitting.

y/n: where the hell were they? it took centuries

you said entering

Jean: It's nice to see you too y/n

y/n: you too, pretty - you said, throwing her a kiss, holding her laugh.

You turned to look for a seat when you saw a blue guy looking at you.

x:hello

The stranger said, you waved at him, taking a seat.

y/n: hello

storm: y/n this is kurt wagner kurt this is y/n rodríguez

y/n: nice to meet you, what beautiful brands you have.

you said inspecting his face.

Kurt: Thank you - he said looking at the ground which seemed cute to you.

Logan: I'm interrupting something.

y/n: jealous?

You asked, watching him roll his eyes.

y/n: I love you too

~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~•~~~~~~

During the trip everything was going well, you were sitting eating some of the cookies you had eaten while you played with your symbiotic clay out of boredom.

Bobi: give me a cookie

y/n: don't buy the tuyas

you said, showing him your tongue, making rouge jean and logan laugh.

Storm: Y/N, you're an adult, stop acting like a child.

y/n: okay take bobi

you said spreading the package

Bobi: Thank you.

y/n: don't believe it hahaha - you said, removing the package before he could take it while some people laughed.

Y/N: Just kidding, here you said, handing him the package while Bobi laughed.

You could notice yellow eyes looking at you. You turned and saw Kurt looking at you who immediately looked away.

~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~

It all happened very quickly for you until you realized that the plane was going into a nosedive. You had your seat belt on when you saw Rouge struggling to put hers on. You got up, taking off yours to help her.

Rouge: I can't, I can't help me please - he told you with fear in his voice.

y/n: calm down rouge yes - you said fastening his seatbelt when you noticed that the roof of the plane flew away trying to take you with rouge he took your hand

rouge: y/n hold on don't let go

You took her hand but you slipped and flew away.

John: Y/N

Rouge: No.

You were flying through the sky you were getting dizzy when something caught you and you went back to the plane you clung to what was holding you tightly until you felt them stop.

You looked and saw Kurt who had caught you.

Kurt: Are you okay?

You only nodded when you noticed something slimy that surrounded you. You looked at your sides and noticed some tentacles that were holding you. You frowned looking at what was coming out of you. You looked at him thinking that they disgusted him so you shook it off.

Y/N: I'm fine - you said a little dryly.

You looked at the others who were unbuttoning their seat belts.

y/n: are you okay?

Rouge: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to let you go.

you saw her with glassy eyes about to cry

y/n: mi vida it wasn't your fault yeah

you said kissing his head

They started to leave the plane when you noticed Magneto next to Mystic.

y/n: great, just the person I wanted to see.

Erik: This is how you thank the person who saves everyone.

Y/N: You're right, thank you Magneto for stopping the plane, I love you very much, you said, deforming your face, making your smile huge, showing your pointy teeth and turning your eyes white.

~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~

Later it was night everyone was resting you were outside looking at a fixed point you felt someone watching you you smiled knowing who it was

y/n: kurt you look like a weirdo looking at me like that

you saw how he teleported next to you

Kurt: I didn't mean to look.

y/n: don't worry - you said looking at nothing

Y/N: Hey, thanks for rescuing me.

Kurt: I had to do it, you flew away.

You smiled remembering how you flew out of there.

Kurt: Can I ask what your mutation is?

y/n: I am a kind of symbiote I can create tentacles symbiotic web I can create claws deform my face

He looked at you listening to everything you explained to him carefully while they sat on the floor.

y/n: what if I'm hungry all the time

you said laughing a little

Kurt: I can see.

You looked at him doubtfully before extending your hand, creating some tentacles. Kurt took your hand gently, looking at the tendrils you formed.

Kurt: It's beautiful.

He said looking at you you looked at him as he grabbed your hand letting the thick material take him.

y/n: I think you are beautiful

He looked at the ground shaking his head.

Kurt: I'm not.

y/n: of course you said, putting your free hand on his cheek.

y/n: God made us all different, you are one of his most beautiful creations I have ever seen.

He looked into your eyes with amazement.

y/n: you are beautiful just the way you are

you said kissing his cheek.

y/n: go to sleep tomorrow you will have to use a lot of energy

You said, lifting you up, he put his hand on your cheek where you hugged him.

Y/N: Maybe after that you'll ask me out and show me your stunts that you mentioned you did at the circus, you said, winking.

y/n: rest mi amor

you said blowing him a kiss as you went to your tent.

Kurt: Good night, Liebling

he said smiling as he left, also excited to have met someone like you.

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