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gimmethatagustd · 25 days

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Working as a counselor at a summer camp for kids isn't the most exciting job, but hanging out with Taehyung makes it worth it.

○ Pairing: Taehyung x trans man!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: A classic Jai weed fic, friends to lovers, summer camp au, smut, fluff

○ 13 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Camp Counselor)

○ Word Count: 3,670

○ Warnings: Some body/gender dysphoria, reference to top surgery, reference to hormone therapy, marijuana, oral sex, (self) hand job, Jai didn't proofread this jhsdkjfsk sorry friends

○ Notes: Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility, created to celebrate trans and nonbinary people worldwide. Particularly on Tumblr and with reader-insert BTS fanfic, there is little representation of trans and nonbinary characters. Readers are often written as AFAB and use she/her pronouns and traditionally feminine terms to describe their genitalia (even when listed as gender-neutral readers). I wanted to share a story that explicitly focuses on a trans reader. I welcome everyone to read this story, regardless of gender or sexual orientation. As F. Scott Fitzgerald once said, "That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."

○ Disclaimer: The trans community is diverse, and this fic doesn't represent all trans and nonbinary people's experiences. If you'd like to learn more about how to be an ally for trans and nonbinary people, check out this article from the Human Rights Campaign.

○ Post Date: March 31, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? A weed playlist

“Did you know that smoking weed makes your sperm count decrease?”

You scrunch your nose at Taehyung’s vulgar question, but he doesn’t notice. He’s nearly cross-eyed as he licks along the edge of the blunt he just rolled with expert fingers.

“Not me,” you challenge. “Maybe you.”

Taehyung stares at you for a moment. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he sticks the blunt between his lips and speaks around it.

“Shit, yeah.”

The summer air, thick with humidity, doesn’t help when your face heats up from Taehyung’s mistake. It’s funny how seemingly inconsequential moments—like Taehyung forgetting that you don’t have the same parts as him—can bring you such euphoria. Taehyung has always been good at that, though. He’s never treated you differently, singled you out, or made you feel like you aren’t enough or are too much.

You’re just two dudes perched on a mossy rock in the middle of the woods, smoking a blunt while the camp kids you’re supposed to be taking care of are asleep in their cabins.

Simple as that.

Taehyung pauses to light the end of the blunt and inhales deeply, drawing smoke through his pink lips and exhaling it slowly. The thick cloud doesn’t have a chance to disappear into the night sky before Taehyung breathes it back in through his nose.

Rolling your eyes at Taehyung’s unnecessary display of stoner prowess, you take the blunt from his pinched grip and curl your lips around the tip.

“Are you trying to say weed is, like, male birth control?” you ask, smoke coming out of your mouth in disjointed puffs and streams between your teeth while you talk.

“It basically is.”

“That feels very unreliable.”

Your fingers brush against each other every time you pass the blunt between you. The contact makes your arm tingle, and the feeling wiggles down the right side of your body the more times you reach for the blunt.

“I mean, I smoke, like, every day, and I haven’t knocked anyone up yet,” Taehyung admits with a shrug.

You nearly choke.

“You’re fucking people raw, Tae?”

“Shhh!” Taehyung giggles with his index finger to your lips. You grab his wrist and try to push him off, but he doesn’t budge.

“Taehyung,” you whisper, but he pinches your top and bottom lips together to keep you quiet. It’s useless; his giggles are louder than you are.

“Listen,” Taehyung grins as he brings the blunt to his lips. Yours are still pinched together with his other hand. “I got tested before camp started, and I got no babies.”

“That’s not–”

“I know the test is for STIs, not babies, obviously!” Taehyung squawks, shoving you hard on the shoulder when you finally free yourself from him with a giggle, almost sending you flying off the rock. “I’m just saying I got neither.”

“Alright, alright! I believe you. No STIs, no babies.”

“Exactly.” Taehyung winks at you as he exhales a thick cloud of smoke.

Since you’re sitting next to each other, it’s impossible to escape the shy embarrassment Taehyung triggers in you. He has no business looking as good as he does when he smokes. It’s his lips and eyes, you think, watching him take another hit. The perfect pink bow of his upper lip and the plushness of his bottom lip make his mouth look pretty when the smoke swirls out of it.

When he looks at you through the smoke that surrounds you, his eyes are dark and lidded, a heavy gaze that weighs on you as you bring the blunt to your lips.

“Do you want me to roll another one?” Taehyung asks, his voice rough and thick, after a few more passes of the blunt between you.

It doesn’t feel like you’ve been outside for a long time, but a quick glance at your phone tells you it’s way past time to return to your cabin.

“We should head back, unfortunately,” you say with a sigh, “Waking up in the morning is going to fucking suck.”

“There’s probably just this last hit left.”

You wave away Taehyung’s offer of the blunt now smoked down to a pinched nub.

“I started it, so you have to end it,” Taehyung insists.

“Fine, come here.”

You’ve shotgunned weed with someone before. Although people may call it a shotgun kiss, it isn’t a real kiss. The person who inhales the smoke is supposed to blow the smoke into the other person’s mouth. Sure, that requires getting close to the other person, but it doesn’t require mouth-to-mouth contact. Everyone knows this, especially someone who smokes as much as Taehyung does.

So why does Taehyung lean in too close to press his lips against yours when you blow the smoke into his mouth?

It’s quiet outside, just the chatter of insects and other forest dwellers breaking the still summer night, so you easily hear the breathy way Taehyung inhales the smoke you’ve passed to him. It’s a soft, gentle sound that makes your entire body tingle, starting where his plush lips connect with yours.

Have you wondered if Taehyung’s lips are as soft as they look? Of course, you have; who hasn’t? Taehyung is easily one of the most gorgeous people you’ve ever met, but he has always been just a camp friend.

You’ve known Taehyung for years, spending half of every summer together at this camp since you were kids, eventually becoming counselors once you aged out of the program. Despite living in different cities and attending different universities, you’ve maintained an unlikely friendship through camp.

However, now you’re wondering if you’ve been reading your relationship all wrong.

Taehyung pulls away and turns his head to the side to exhale the smoke before cupping the back of your head and leaning in again. He’s pretty like this, with his eyes closed and expression relaxed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, and for some reason, it feels like the hottest thing anyone has ever said to you.

“Yeah,” your voice is hoarse when you respond, scratchy from the smoke making your throat raw and your mouth dry. You made the rookie mistake of not bringing anything to drink.

When Taehyung slips his tongue in your mouth, you can taste the smokiness of the blunt. He cups your face with both hands and deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly and causing your noses to brush against each other. Making out while high comes with an indescribable pleasure, something airy and electrifying that washes over your entire body in waves. It isn’t like normal arousal that you feel throbbing from your core and spread throughout your body. Kissing Taehyung while high makes your entire body tremble.

You twist your fingers into the sides of his baggy t-shirt to have something to hold onto as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, eliciting a low groan from you. The old camp shirt is faded and soft from years of going through the wash. You’ve got an identical one in your dresser at the cabin.

“We have to go back,” you insist weakly once Taehyung releases your lip from between his teeth.

“I forgot.”

“Of course you did.”

Your laugh is full of anxiety as you look away from Taehyung’s heavy gaze. His eyes are blazing red. You wonder if he kissed you because he’s high and if he’s going to wake up in the morning and pretend it didn’t happen. Is that better than the alternative outcome where Taehyung is weirded out because, well, you’re you?

“Shut up,” Taehyung grumbles, but he wears a grin as he digs the toe of his hiking boot into the ground, twisting it to make sure the blunt is put out.

“First one to the cabin gets to shower first,” he declares.

“Taehyung!” you hiss, but he’s already crashing through the forest brush with flailing arms.

It takes a few seconds for your brain to get in sync with your body, still foggy from weed and Taehyung’s kisses. You scramble to get up, having to adjust your pants with a tug to your crotch as you jog after him. Bottom growth is affirming, but it’s also a pain in the ass sometimes. You can’t imagine how cis men deal with all that.

Taking off in what you hope is the direction of the camp, you quickly realize there’s no way you’ll make it to the cabin before Taehyung. The forest floor is uneven, and you’re an idiot and didn’t wear your hiking boots. Your smooth-soled Converse slide against mossy rocks and get caught on raised tree roots, nearly sending you flying as you try to catch up with Taehyung.

When you finally reach the cabin, you’re wheezing, and your entire body is sticky with sweat. Taehyung is already in your bedroom, whistling as he rifles through the dresser like he’s having a grand time despite his hair looking like a rat’s nest and having welts on his legs from running through bushes in shorts.

“Took you long enough,” he grins as you stomp through the front door and head straight to the bedroom.

The cabin is small, with a living room big enough for a couch and a coffee table, a small kitchenette off to the side, and a door to the bedroom you’re sharing with Taehyung. You each have a twin-sized bed that sits across from the other in the small room, and you share a large dresser placed in between your beds against the back wall. On the opposite side of the room is the door to the bathroom. Everything is a tight fit, but you don’t mind. The two of you are hardly ever in the cabin anyway. Being a counselor requires long hours full of activities, meaning you’re only in your cabin to sleep unless you have an off day.

“I’m gonna go enjoy a nice, warm shower now.” Taehyung rubs his victory in your face, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, and his eyes glittering like fire embers in the cabin’s pale yellow lighting.

“Dude, fuck off,” you give him your middle finger as he shuts the bathroom door with a cackle.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for Taehyung to finish showering. You trade places silently, your red eyes avoiding Taehyung’s because the time you had alone made you paranoid about what happened in the woods.

The paranoia only gets worse while you’re in the shower. There’s no need to scrub yourself with your washcloth so aggressively, but you feel like your entire body is crawling. It isn’t the discomfort you once felt when you looked at your naked body. It’s been a while since you felt discomfort when touching your chest or washing between your legs. No, this feeling you’re experiencing now is something different. Rather than feeling the urge to hide, you want to be seen. You want to be seen by Taehyung, and you don’t know what to do with that desire.

Showering doesn’t calm the need pulsing through your body. You feel a little less high, but you’re still buzzing with electricity, still incredibly sensitive as you dry yourself with a fluffy towel. With your brain still floating in the clouds, you almost think you’re hallucinating the slow opening of the bathroom door. Quickly, you wrap your towel around your hips and stare at Taehyung, whose head pokes through the door crack.

“Hellooo,” Taehyung drags out the word, low and slow, as his eyes sweep over your body.

He’s blatantly checking you out, and you feel your cheeks heat up from arousal or shame; you’re not sure which. You may not experience dysphoria anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re running around shirtless, sporting scars where most guys’ pecs end. It was never “okay” to be shirtless with the chest you had before; it’s taking a while to feel “okay” doing it now.

You take a deep breath and remind yourself that Taehyung has never cared. He watched you blossom for over a decade as you shaped yourself into your most authentic form, and he kept up with every change, no matter how different things were from the summer before.

“Do you need something or…?”

Blinking, Taehyung’s face turns pink, and he shakes his head.

“No. Well, I mean, sort of?”

Taehyung laughs at himself, and you can’t help but laugh, too, because who can hear Taehyung laugh and not want to experience that same joy, even if it’s twinged with nervousness?

“What do you sort of need?” you finally ask with a grin, that shared joy warming your chest.

“Can I come in?”

“You’re already halfway there.”

With a cheeky grin, Taehyung slips into the bathroom and closes the door so you’ll stay warm. He’s wearing loose boxers and a tank shirt because the cabin’s lack of central air conditioning makes it hot at night. He’s cute like this, soft and domestic.

“Did you like it?” Taehyung keeps his hand on the doorknob as though preparing to leave, but his voice is steady when he asks the question.

“Like what?”

You know what. Taehyung knows you know what.

He clarifies anyway.

“When I kissed you, did you like it?” Taehyung switches between focusing on your eyes and your mouth. “Because… I want to do it again.”

It only takes a slight nod for Taehyung to crowd you against the bathroom counter. The kiss feels confident this time, no longer an accident or hesitant test ride. Taehyung holds your jaw to tilt your head up and kisses you hard enough to leave you breathless. You noisily inhale whenever he lets you.

“I didn’t want to wait,” Taehyung explains against your lips while you moan against his.

“For what?”

“You to finish showering.” Taehyung’s free hand runs down your side to squeeze your hip, part of his hand slipping under your towel. “Is this okay?”

You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you let him unwrap your towel and drop it on the slippery tile floor. Maybe it’s the weed making you feel reckless, letting this boy see you in a way you haven’t let a boy see you since you started your transition. Maybe it’s just because it’s Taehyung.

“You, too,” you groan when you feel Taehyung’s clothed cock press against your thigh.

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching over his shoulder to pull his shirt over his head by grabbing the back. Once he’s shirtless, his mouth finds your jaw, kissing across to the sensitive spot just below your ear while you tug down his boxers so he can kick them off.

Beneath the arousal building inside of you are nerves you can’t seem to shake. They’re making it difficult to concentrate on how fantastic it feels to have Taehyung’s soft lips kissing and sucking your neck. All you can think about is how you’re afraid that Taehyung will freak out, that he keeps forgetting, and how it feels nice when he forgets when you’re talking about guy stuff, but it’ll feel devastating when he realizes he has forgotten now.

Slowly, Taehyung’s fingertips skirt your torso, creeping down your side to swipe over your waist and trail along the crease where your hip meets your thigh. You hold your breath as he ventures further, eventually shooting your hands out to squeeze his biceps when his fingers dip into your hole to gather your arousal and drag it upward.

“Can I suck your cock?” Taehyung breathes, hot and ragged, against the curve of your ear.

Jolting back, you stare at him with wide eyes and feel your heart flutter painfully in your chest because you still haven’t started breathing again.

“W-What, what did you say?” you stammer, holding Taehyung’s red, lusty gaze.

“Can I suck your cock? I want to suck you off.”

Taehyung says it so simply, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. He slid his fingers through your arousal and didn’t refer to it as your pussy or clit, as if he already knew those words would make you feel disgusting.

“You, how did you know… why did you call it that?”

Scrunching his eyebrows and frowning slightly, Taehyung pulls his hand from in between your legs.

“Uhh… you always call it your dick when we’re talking about stuff with the guys?” There’s a panicked edge to Taehyung’s voice, each sentence coming out like a hesitant question. “But, uh, I feel like most of society agrees that dick isn’t really sexy, so… I thought cock would sound better…”

When you don’t respond, Taehyung’s face shifts from pale with panic to bright red with embarrassment.

“Shit, should I not have said that? Should I have asked first? I’m sorry I—”

You kiss away Taehyung’s embarrassed babbling, your fingers dug into his hair, and your body pressed flush against his. His hands curve around to hold your lower back and pull you closer as if it’s even possible. You want him to try, to mold you into him.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

When Taehyung smiles, his teeth press against your bottom lip.

“You don’t need to thank me. I just wanna make you feel good. Will you let me?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

You bite your bottom lip and squeeze the edge of the counter on either side of your waist as you watch Taehyung get on his knees. The bath mat protects his knees from the hard tile when he kneels in front of you.

“You’re so pretty,” Taehyung says softly as he rubs his hands up and down the inside of your thighs with slight pressure to push them apart a little bit more, “Pretty boy.”

It’s hot watching Taehyung lick the tip of your cock, the hormones you’ve been on making it stick out beyond your folds. Taehyung is gentle when he presses your lower abdomen with his palm and uses his fingers to pull your lips back slightly to expose more of you. He gets you nice and wet before he wraps his lips around your cock, suckling it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing Taehyung’s head with one hand so you can run your fingers through his bangs and push them away from his face to see his eyes better.

Taehyung hums in response to your moans, and you feel the vibration rumble through your groin. He’s skillful as he licks and swirls your cock with his tongue and keeps a tight suction around it with his lips and hollowed cheeks.

For a moment, you tip your head back and try to regulate your breathing because how is Taehyung about to make you cum already, just from his mouth? Sure, your body has been more sensitive since you started your hormone therapy, but fuck.

To make matters worse, when you look back down, you notice that Taehyung’s free hand is wrapped around his cock. He pumps his cock at the same rhythm as he begins to bob his head as if he’s sucking even more of you than there really is. You can say, without a doubt, that no one has ever tried to affirm you and make you feel as complete during sex as Taehyung is.

“Fuck, yeah, Taehyung,” you adjust your grip on Taehyung’s hair and start guiding his movements, pulling him up and down by his hair, “Just like that, shit, your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You aren’t pulling his hair hard; you’re really only following the pace he’s already established, but it feels good. It must feel good for Taehyung, too, because he whimpers and jerks off faster. His body trembles just like yours does, and it doesn’t take long for both of you to be panting and frantic.

“Gonna cum, fuck, fuck.”

You squeeze Taehyung’s hair and the edge of the counter as you buck your hips, coming right as Taehyung adjusts his angle to lap at the gush of arousal at your hole, painting his mouth and chin.

“God, you’re so hot, you have no fucking idea,” Taehyung groans into the inside of your thigh, where he nuzzles his face.

His breath is hot and wet as he pants, trembling for a few seconds longer before he finally cums, too. Some of it leaks between his fingers and lands on the inside of your leg, but you don’t care; you just caress his hair from his face while he breathes slowly to calm himself down.

With trembling legs, you twist around to collapse onto the closed lid of the toilet, unable to stand any longer. Your head feels spacey and throbs, likely because you’d been holding your breath too much. It’s okay, though. It makes your body feel all warm and jiggly.

“We have to shower again,” Taehyung says quietly.

He looks just as fucked out as you feel, his eyes wide and staring out into the void as he continues trying to relax his shuddery breath. You can’t help but laugh, throwing your head back and letting it out, like whatever other pent-up energy you had left over after you came needs to escape somehow.

“Yeah, we do,” you wheeze even harder once Taehyung’s face cracks into a boxy smile, and he starts laughing, too.

“I got cum all over the floor,” Taehyung cackles, falling back on his bare ass and holding up his cum-covered hand.

You wipe the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes and shake your head. “That is something I don’t envy.”

“It’s so fucking inconvenient!”

Taehyung grins up at you with crinkled eyes, and you don’t know why you were so nervous before. He’s so perfect it makes your heart hurt.

“Next time, I’ll be the one to swallow,” you promise slyly, pleased when Taehyung lets out a weak moan in response.

“Bro, don’t do this to me,” Taehyung throws his head back and whines at the ceiling. "I’m gonna fall in love with you if you’re not careful.”

Grinning, you shrug. Tonight has been pretty reckless; there’s no use in being careful now.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

Hey, hey! Welcome to my Marvel Masterlist!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist and My Navigation

And my requests currently are CLOSED

And I no longer write for these characters or this fandom for personal reasons (I still enjoy the show, but I just don't read or write fanfics for it anymore)!

Last Updated On: 11|12|23

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Morning Sweetheart (🥀)

I Once Asked If It Was Between Me and Him, Who Would You Choose?: Part 1 (🥀)

And They Chose Him: Part 2 (🌹)

I Killed Them (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

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I'm Sorry (🌹)

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High? Hi (Gender Neutral Reader) (🤷‍♀️)

Just Sleep (🌹)

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Got You (🌸)

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Those Are Mine (🌸)

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Everything Changed (🌹🥀)

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Another Life (🥀)

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I'm Lonely Without You (🌹🥀)

Stupid For You (🌹)

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Wait For Me To Come Home (🌹🥀✨)

You Tried (Peter’s POV) (Gender Neutral Reader) (🥀)

Peter's Reaction To The End of S7EP12 Of The Clone Wars (🌸)

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Valentines Day 2023 Masterlist

Here are the links to everything I wrote for Valentines Day 2023.

Note: All fics are Gender Neutral Reader Inserts.

Leverage:

Eliot Spencer x Reader: 'My First Valentine' (fluff/drabble)

Eliot Spencer x Reader: 'What You Want the Most' (fluff/romance)

Harry Wilson x Reader: 'Flowers and Confessions' (fluff/cute)

Top Gun:

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader: 'In Your Dreams' (angst/fluff)

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader: 'Love Is Stored in Post-It Notes' (fluff)

Top Gun Valentines Scenario Game

MCU:

Peter Maximoff x Reader: 'Disheveled Confession' (fluff/cute)

Stephen Strange x Reader: 'Only You' (romance/cute)

Scott Summers x Reader: 'More Than Anything' (angst/fluff)

Shang-Chi x Reader: 'My Person' (fluff/romance)

Stargate:

John Sheppard x Reader: 'A New Experience' (cute/fluff)

9-1-1:

Lou Ransone x Reader: 'Valentines Day Morning' (domestic fluff/drabble)

The Gentlemen:

Raymond Smith x Reader: 'Exactly My Type' (romantic/cute)

Star Trek SNW:

Spock x Reader: 'Two Hearts, Eight Words' (romance/cute)

Enola Holmes:

Sherlock Holmes x Reader: 'Cheers To Us' (romantic/cute)

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One Morning at a Time

Warren Worthington III x Reader x Kurt Wagner

Fandom: X-Men

AU: Soulmate

Summary: While waiting for the soulmark that would change your life forever, you meet a wounded, winged mutant named Warren and a teleporter whose personality is sunshine incarnate, Kurt. You can’t help but catch feelings for them, even though you have no idea where or with whom your destiny truly lies.

Note: Reminder that I write poly stuff from time to time. I’ve been working on this fic on and off for months and it’s finally done. Now that I’m out of school (forever!(I graduated)) I’ll hopefully be a little more active! Anyway, I love these boys so, so much and I hope you do too. Tried to keep reader gender neutral, but let me know if I slipped up anywhere! Also reader’s birthday is in the summer in this (mine is personally in winter, so just pretend lol)

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mentions of surgery, language.

Word Count: 7.4k

Reader is: Gender Neutral! Also, a mutant.

It was about three months before your twenty-first birthday, and as everyone knew, that was approximately three months until your soulmark, the thing that would define the rest of your life as you knew it, would appear on your arm. Well, given that your soulmate wasn’t older than you, in which case, it could appear sooner.

You knew it was nothing to stress about, and you knew the universe would sort itself out, but that didn’t seem to stop you from worrying that you were the one person on this planet doomed to not have a mark. It was more of an absent thought, something that came and went, but something that bothered you nonetheless.

“Come on, (Y/N), it’ll be fun!” Jubilee urged, trying to get you to agree to come to the mall. “Get your mind off of things, you know?”

You thought about it for a moment. Honestly, you didn’t have that much homework…you could probably get it done whenever you all got back. You let out a sigh before finally relenting. “Alright, fine.”

In the school’s main entrance, Jean was waiting for you and Jubilee along with Scott, who had arrived a few days before, and a student you’d never met before. He was tall and blue with the most gorgeous amber eyes you’d ever seen. A spade tail swayed back and forth behind him, and when he saw the smile on your face at the sight of him, he smiled back with what had to be the most adorable smile in the world. Despite the dark colors he was sporting, the boy seemed to be sunlight incarnate.

“(Y/N), this is Kurt, Kurt, this is (Y/N).” Jubilee introduced, taking note of the way the two of you were looking at each other.

“Nice to meet you!” You said, beaming up at him. “When did you get here?”

“Um…About twenty minutes ago.” He replied, laughing softly.

“Oh wow, didn’t even give him a chance to get settled in before dragging him to the mall, huh?” You asked Jubilee, which caused her to laugh.

“I think we all need a mall trip.” Scott said, twirling a pair of keys that were definitely Professor Xavier’s around his finger. “And we better get going sooner rather than later if we don’t want to get busted by Dr. McCoy.”

“You’ve been here for less than a week and you’re already getting us into trouble…” You rolled your eyes and followed the others out the door towards where the professor kept his cars.

Jean smirked and gave Jubilee a nudge with her elbow. “I’d say he fits right in, then.”

The ride to the mall wasn’t too long. You sat in the back, smushed between the girls, but having fun nonetheless. And while Scott’s driving was a little iffy at times, he got you all there in one piece.

“Um, (Y/N)?” Kurt asked once your group was inside the mall’s doors.

“What’s up?”

“I want to pick out some clothes to…help me blend in a bit better. Jubilee said you were good at that.”

You looked at Jubilee, who gave you a mischievous grin and then back at Kurt. So you weren’t crazy, then, Jubilee had picked up on it too and was already playing match maker.

“I think I’m decent, yeah.” You nodded, smiling. “We’ll get you hooked up, Kurt.”

He grinned. “Thank you!”

“Yeah, of course.”

It didn’t take long to find something that suited him. A bright red jacket might not have been the most subtle option, but it looked great on him; complimented his skin tone and really brought out his eyes. And seeing the look on his face when he tried it on, you knew it was perfect.

“How does it feel?” Jean asked.

“It’s very comfortable.” Kurt noted, moving his arms around in it. “I like the color as well.”

“Then I’d say our work here is done. Let’s go to the arcade.” Scott said, motioning towards the door, his hands jammed in his pockets.

“So impatient.” Jean shook her head.

Once everything was paid for, you all headed up the escalators and up to the second level of the mall, where there was a giant carousel in the food court, a movie theater, an arcade, and countless stores. No wonder Jubilee loved this place so much; you definitely understood the appeal.

Once Scott was satisfied at the arcade, you all grabbed snacks and settled down in the food court. And when you did, you finally noticed the giant bruise on Kurt’s arm, which just about blended into his skin.

“Is that a bruise?” You asked, trying not to let the concern slip into your voice. You knew better than most that some humans still didn’t take very kindly to mutants. Especially mutants with a mutation as visible as Kurt’s.

Kurt looked down at the spot and then up at you, somewhat self-conscious and perhaps even a little sad. He didn’t say anything, just nodded.

You stared at it for another long moment before raising your hand, as if to touch it, but looked up at him to ask permission first. “Can I?”

Somewhat confused, Kurt nodded. You reached out and gently touched the spot with your finger and, before his very eyes, the large, dark bruise evaporated to nothing, healing in seconds. Kurt’s eyes widened and he looked up at you.

“You…you’re a healer.”

“I am.” You smiled. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I know…people can be cruel. I’ve seen a lot of injuries in my time at Xavier’s.”

“No, it’s alright.” Kurt shook his head. “Mystique just rescued me from Berlin. There was a mutant fighting ring. They…took me from my home, but…I like to think everything has a reason and,” he smiled, “I have a feeling I’m going to like it here.”

***

It was truly astonishing the difference a few hours could make. What had started off as an exciting, but normal day had quickly snowballed into what could potentially become the worst day of your life. You were on a plane to Cairo to stop the end of the world as you knew it, sitting next to Kurt and wishing beyond wishes that everyone on this plane and then some would make it back to Xavier’s in one piece. Well, what was left of Xavier’s…

“Have you ever done this before?” Kurt asked, his voice shaking.

“Not until today, no.” You replied, shaking your head. “It doesn’t feel real.”

Kurt nodded. That was the understatement of the century.

Mystique hashed out a plan as the rest of you listened carefully. She turned to you. “What can you do?”

“I’m a healer and I fly.” You told her.

She looked relieved when you said it. “Good. In that case, stay out of this as much as you can.” She paused and let out a sigh. “I have a feeling we’re going to need those healing powers.”

“Looks like they have a flyer too,” Hank noted. That was when you saw it, a flash of silver in the sky. Your heart leapt.

“And he’s got knives for wings.” Peter said, squinting out the window. “Wicked…”

“Great.” You scoffed.

When the plane touched down, everyone split off. Kurt was headed towards the pyramid to extract the professor. Mystique went up towards Magneto’s bubble with Peter to try to talk some sense into her former friend and you followed instructions, laying low until you were needed.

Well, until you saw the Angel of Death headed straight after Kurt. You looked to Hank, who hesitated before nodding. Getting the professor out took priority, and from the looks of it, Kurt could use all the help he could get.

A pair of yellow wings, not unlike a butterfly’s, sprouted from your back, glowing golden and made of energy. You ran, taking to the sky quickly and catching up to the angel without too much trouble. You tackled him out of the sky. Kurt looked back, his eyes wide when he saw you in combat with his pursuer.

“Kurt! Go!” You urged him, punching the angel in the face, causing him to stagger back. The way he was moving gave you the impression that those wings of his were heavy, and you didn’t want to find that out the hard way. “I’ve got this guy.”

He retaliated, a few sharp metal feathers dislodging from his wings and firing at you. You put up a shield, catching all but one, the one you missed barely grazing your cheek. It stung, but you stood your ground.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His expression darkened. “Not even close.”

You had to admit, he was handsome in a threatening sort of way. He had soft golden curls and sad green eyes. Even though you were fighting, you could tell there was more to him. You had a feeling his alliance with Apocalypse was due to his circumstances rather than his beliefs. He looked so hurt. Tired.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” When you said it, he almost paused for a moment. “We all want the same thing. We’re on the same side.”

“You don’t know anything about me.” He tried to kick your legs out from under you, but you jumped over his and countered, knocking him on his ass.

“I know you’re better than this.” You sounded so genuine when you said it, that he hesitated before starting to get off of the ground.

Jean’s voice echoed in your head. “(Y/N), Kurt has the professor. Get back here as soon as you can.”

You lifted from the ground just as Angel stood up. You flew out of the pyramid the way you came.

“Hey!”

“You’ve gotta catch me first.” You called over your shoulder, flying back to the plane in record speed, just as the others arrived. You watched for the Angel to follow you, but he was circling back for one of his other teammates, the one with the whip made of energy.

“Angel’s on his way to us.”

“Then let’s get out of here.” Hank said, raising the door you’d just come in as the plane began to rise into the air. You rushed over to the professor, looking over his injuries. His head was bleeding.

“Hi, professor,” You said softly, reaching forward. Your hand started glowing and immediately, the wound began to seal up.

“(Y/N), good to see you,” He said, relief flooding him as you took away his pain.

You chuckled. “Good to see you too.”

“You have a cut.” Kurt said, looking concerned. “On your cheek.”

You looked up at him and nodded. “I know. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

He waited for a moment, watching you, but you didn’t make any effort to heal the wound. “Can’t you…?”

“It doesn’t work—” You were abruptly cut off by the sound of a horrible screeching noise near the back of the plane. “—on me.”

When you looked back, you saw a bright purple sword made of energy cutting through the metal and making an opening just big enough for the lady in the purple jumpsuit and the Angel himself to enter your escape vehicle.

“Everybody, grab ahold of Nightcrawler!” Jean instructed as the two intruders got closer.

Kurt’s eyes widened. “I’ve never done it with this many people!”

Jean held strong. “Get us out of here.”

One by one, everyone grabbed onto Kurt. You held his arm. Once everyone was secured, Jean used her telekinesis to lurch the plane forward, shifting the gravity. Angel fell, forced to the back of the plane, looking very uncomfortable, and Psylocke slipped out of the hole she’d just carved into the ceiling.

Kurt struggled to teleport, puffs of blue smoke appearing and disappearing around him intermittently, and in the moments the plane nosedived down, Angel managed to get to his feet. He dove forward, but just before he reached you, your surroundings changed with a poof.

There was a loud explosion somewhere in the distance. It was oddly still and quiet now. It took you a moment to gather yourself, and when you did, you saw Kurt laying there unconscious.

“Is he okay?” Scott asked while you worriedly wondered the same thing.

“It’s his energy,” Jean said, tapping into his mind. “He’s drained.”

“Kurt…” You moved closer to him, kneeling beside him and touching his cheek with a gentle hand. Your palm began to glow for a few seconds, and when you gave him your energy, you felt something dip inside you. He was really drained.

“(Y/N),” Hank said, his voice a warning. Sometimes you were convinced the scientist knew your limits better than you did, but as the resident doctor in the mansion, he often worked with the school’s only healer.

“I’m fine.” You replied, knowing fully well that might not be the case.

After a few long moments, Kurt’s eyes opened slowly and he looked up at you. “What happened?”

“You passed out.” You told him, sitting down beside him, very tired all of a sudden.

He focused on you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…I’m fine.”

“Take it easy, alright?” Hank said, gently pushing you back down when you tried to get up. “We’ve got it from here.”

You nodded, already feeling a little dizzy as you settled in. It couldn’t hurt to rest your eyes just for a few moments…

***

By the time you came around, it was all over. Jean had just finished off Apocalypse, and everyone was fine, for the most part. Kurt had been able to grab Peter just before his leg was broken by the ancient mutant, so the only person for you to heal was, well, yourself.

“How are you feeling?” Hank asked, kneeling beside you. He shined a flashlight in your eye and then nodded. No concussion. You were fine.

“Better. Is everyone—”

“Everyone is okay.” Hank nodded. “We’re gonna head out of here as soon as I can find a vehicle to get us out.”

“What about the plane?” Jean suggested.

Hank thought about it for a moment and then shrugged. “I mean, that’s an option…We can look into it.”

So the rest of you made your way to the plane wreckage, and, until that moment, you had forgotten about one crucial player who had been on the thing when it went down. Angel.

He was sticking out of the wreckage, his upper half pretty badly burned. You walked closer, carefully climbing through rubble.

“(Y/N), be careful!” The professor warned.

“Is he…?” Kurt asked, his voice quiet.

“No, I…” You got a bit closer, leaning into that extra sense of yours. “I think he’s alive. Barely.”

“His wings are damaged.” Hank said, looking him over as well. “He’s probably going to need surgery.”

“Are we seriously debating saving him? He tried to kill us.” Scott pointed out, not entirely convinced this was the best idea.

“So did she.” You motioned to Ororo, who was hesitantly following the rest of you in the hopes of getting out of there. “People change.”

You walked closer and knelt down, Kurt following you.

“Kurt, could you teleport him out of the wreck?”

“I think so.” He nodded and touched the angel’s arm, poofing him to where the ground was flat. You let your wings emerge and floated down from the pile of rubble to where Kurt had moved him. Meanwhile, Hank set to work repairing the plane with the aid of Jean’s telekinesis.

“I might pass out while I’m doing this, alright?” You warned Kurt. “I’ll be okay, though, I promise.”

Kurt looked hesitant, but nodded, his eyes focused on you while you reached forward, a hand hovering over the Angel’s chest, your power seeping into him as you examined him closer. The metal wings emerging from his back were broken off near the root of them. It looked like it had been painful. He had tattoos etched along the edge of his face.

“I know him.” Kurt admitted softly, watching for any sign of life on this rival of his’ face. “He was at the fight club where they took me. I…I burned his wings. I didn’t mean to, but I had to.”

“But they’re metal,” you said, confused.

Kurt shook his head. “They weren’t always. They were feathers. Beautiful. He really did look like ein Engel.” He looked so guilty when he said it.

“It’s not your fault.” You told him. “You didn’t have a choice.”

Kurt nodded, but he didn’t say anything, just watching for any twitch of movement. And then, finally, the angel’s chest heaved with a breath and his eyes shot open. He sat up with a groan, flinching away from you, but regretting it immediately, as all of his pain came flooding back as soon as he was out of the range of your powers.

“He lives!” Peter exclaimed, zooming over. He looked at you for what was probably the first time. “Hey, cool powers. Does it work on any injury?”

“Pretty much.” You shrugged, feeling a little dizzy, but not overwhelmingly so. As you sat back a bit, Kurt put an arm around you for support. “Within reason, I mean.”

“You…?” Angel said slowly, visibly still in pain. “You helped me.”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I told you, we’re on the same side. Now get back over here so I can treat your burns.”

***

Things got back to normal-ish way sooner than you expected. Jean and Magneto put the school back together in a single afternoon, and you helped all of the other students get readjusted. This included Warren, the Angel, who, Hank was right, needed surgery to remove the broken remnants of his metal wings.

He’d been on painkillers for a week because you’d been resting up after everything in Cairo, but now you were finally ready to help Hank with the procedure.

You walked into the infirmary to find Warren there sitting on the bed, in a gown, his arms crossed and a vacant look on his face. His eyes flicked up to yours once the door opened.

“How are you doing?”

He shrugged. “As well as I can, I guess. Not in too much pain.” You could have sworn he smirked the tiniest bit. “They’ve got me on the good stuff.”

“Good. I’m sure it would be awful if you weren’t.” You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked over his chart. Hank walked in not long after.

“Oh good, you’re here.” He said to you. He was holding a binder in his hands and his eyes flicked nervously between you and Warren. “So, I was analyzing the samples I took when we first brought you here, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up—this is also the reason I insisted (Y/N) fully rested before we attempted anything—but it seems your natural wings and bones are…well, they’re trying to regrow. If we remove the metal, there’s a chance that—”

“That I’ll have wings again.” Warren finished quietly. “That they’ll go back to the way they were before?”

“Yes.” Hank confirmed, nodding.

“Well in that case…Do whatever you have to do to me.” Warren stared at the end of his bed. “I think it’s worth the risk.”

“Perfect. I’ll go get the operation room prepped.” Hank nodded and left the two of you alone again.

“How’s your soulmate?” Warren asked. He seemed genuine about it when he did. “That blue guy? Nightcrawler?”

“Oh, Kurt?” You said, laughing a little as you shook your head. “He’s not my soulmate.”

“Oh! I just assumed the two of you were—”

“I don’t turn twenty-one for another three months, so…even if he was, I wouldn’t know that yet.”

“Mmm.” Warren hummed, nodding. “Gotcha. Sorry I assumed—”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “No harm done.”

You prepped the IV with the anesthesia in it. “Well, Angel—”

“Warren.” He interrupted, looking unsure of himself when he did. You had a feeling it’d been a long time since anyone had called him that. “My name is Warren.”

“Well, Warren, I’ll see you on the other side, then.”

***

The procedure went without a hitch, and although you were drained from growing a pair of giant feather-covered wings basically from scratch, you were fine. You both were. You walked into the cafeteria for dinner that night looking very tired and weak. Kurt teleported in front of you, looking you over with concern.

“Are you alright? How did it go?”

“It went great! I’m just tired.” You said, reaching out to touch his arm so he could take both of you back to the table. In a puff of smoke, you were sitting at the round table with the others. “Big jobs like that tend to wipe me out.”

“And is he…” Jubilee started, looking around and lowering her voice. “Still…”

“I regrew his wings. His original wings. From scratch. That’s why it took so long.” You said, chuckling. “I could use some caffeine.”

Before you could even blink, Peter came back with a can of Redbull.

“Thanks.”

“You’re a miracle worker,” Jean teased, a proud grin on her face.

“Something like that.”

Jubilee’s eyes widened as she looked up at the entrance to the cafeteria. “Don’t look now, but…he’s here.”

You blinked a few times, focusing intensely on opening your can of desperately-needed energy drink.

“Holy shit, you did that yourself?” Peter asked looking up at Warren’s very much in-tact wings. “Impressive. Do you think if my leg fell off, you’d be able to grow me a new one?”

“I don’t think so.” You chuckled. “His wings were already regenerating. That’s why I was able to help him grow new ones. I’m just surprised I managed to get it all done in one day.”

Warren walked through the line, got some food, and then looked around the cafeteria for somewhere to sit. Just before he left to go eat alone in his room, Kurt waved him over. Warren thought about it for a long moment, hesitating. But then he saw you and Ororo sitting there with the rest of them and decided to give it a shot.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

“You can sit with us.” You nodded, motioning to the only empty spot, the one across from you.

He nodded and slid into place.

“How are you feeling?”

“Normal.” He said, pausing before continuing, “which is weird, all things considered. I’m not even tired.”

“My powers seem to have that effect on people, yeah.” You took a sip of your drink. “How are your wings doing?”

“They’re sore, but that’s normal. It happens every—” He stopped himself, shrugging. “Just sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Angel, we’re thinking about having a bonfire tonight.” Jubilee said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to join us if you want. We’ll have s’mores and soda and stuff.”

Scott made a weird face, but Jean elbowed him before Warren noticed.

“I don’t know—”

“We have weenies to roast.” Peter said, disappearing for a single second only to return with a package of uncooked hotdogs. “The true American experience.” He nudged Kurt. “For ‘lil Kurt here.”

“He’s taller than you. By a lot.” You laughed at the face Peter made when you said it and he muttered something before running off to refrigerate the hot dogs until later. Kurt got a laugh out of it, too.

“Where are you doing this?”

***

It was the perfect night for this sort of thing, you decided. The sky was clear enough to make out each individual star, and there was a little breeze, but it wasn’t too chilly, even though it was dark. You’d made a fire out near the edge of campus, and the boys had pulled up some logs for you all to sit on.

You were sitting over by the cooler, watching the flames as they slowly ate at the wood. So far everyone was there. Everyone except Warren. Peter had brought his boom box out so the rest of you could listen to music. Jubilee had taken it over almost immediately and was playing ABBA, which you didn’t mind.

“Is this seat taken?” It was Warren’s voice, deep and quiet, right behind you.

“I didn’t think you’d make it.” You looked up at him, smiling.

“I didn’t think you would either, honestly.” He said swinging one leg over the log and then the other before sitting next to you. “You look exhausted.”

You laughed dryly. “I am. I should have taken a nap when I had the chance.”

“Thank you, by the way. For this.” His wings fluttered the tiniest bit when he said it.

“Of course.” You nodded. For a moment, you let your own wings shimmer into existence before making them disappear again. “Us winged folk have got to stick together.”

“Warren! You made it!” Peter rushed over, handing Warren a hotdog on a stick to be roasted. “One weenie, as promised.”

Warren laughed. “Thanks.”

Kurt walked over to you, holding up his marshmallow, which was barely approaching golden. “Is this cooked enough?”

“A little more, I think, but that’s just how I like mine. As long as it’s pretty warm, it’ll still make the chocolate all melty.”

Kurt nodded, holding the marshmallow a little closer to the flames for a little longer to get a little more color on it. The three of you were quiet for a long moment, Warren on your left side, Kurt on your right, the fire crackling calmingly. “Dancing in the Moonlight” started playing on the boom box, interrupting Jubilee’s ABBA music, but for good reason. You loved that song and couldn’t help but sway a little while it was playing.

“This isn’t the first time my wings have grown back.” Warren said quietly. The way he said it made it sound like he was unburdening something to the two of you he hadn’t told anyone in a long time. “When…when they first grew in, my…parents had them removed. Surgically. They thought that would fix it. Fix me. But…mutations don’t work like that, it turns out. It took three months of the worst pain of my life—well, until Cairo at least—but they grew back in. After that, they gave up. Just…made me cover them up when we went out.”

“Wow.” You said, your voice swallowed up by the sounds around you. “Holy shit, Warren. I’m…so sorry that happened to you.”

“Yeah, so am I. But, I think you healing me today affirmed what I’ve known…There’s…” He let out a huge sigh, his voice wavering. “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

You reached over and rested your hand on top of his, smiling softly. Kurt looked over, a gentle look in his eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Warren.”

Warren’s wing settled around your shoulders, the ends of his feathers reaching Kurt’s shoulders as well. There was warmth in that moment, and not just from the fire. But you suspected that with the two of them around…that warmth wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

***

It was an incredibly hot summer’s day and your birthday approached ever quicker. It was only a month away now, and something you couldn’t help but think about in passing. Every time you did, the place on your arm where you mark would once be began to tingle ever so slightly.

“Earth to (Y/N)?” Peter waved a hand in your face, causing you to snap out of your thoughts.

“What, Maximoff?” You asked, looking up at him from your spot under the shadiest tree in the yard.

“Everyone’s hanging out by the pool. Jean sent me to get you.”

“Oh. Co—”

Before you could finish that thought, your surroundings changed entirely and suddenly you were dumped on a lounge chair beside the campus’ pool, nauseous as hell. Scott, Ororo, and Jean were currently in the water splashing each other and Jubilee was on the chair beside you. Over in the corner, Warren was perched on a barstool, sipping on what appeared to be a Shirley Temple. He tended to perch a lot, you noticed.

“Peter I swear, the next time you do that, I’m gonna puke.” You took a breath, willing your body to settle after being rushed there faster than the speed of light.

“Promise?”

“Ew.” Jubilee grimaced, shaking her head. She looked at you. “How are you holding up in this heat?”

“A little better now.” You shrugged. “Aside from the nausea, that is.” You looked around again, running a tally in your head. “Where’s Kurt?”

“He went upstairs to change into his swim trunks.” Jean replied. “Should be back any—”

In a puff of smoke, Kurt appeared about ten feet above the deep end, doing a flip before landing in the pool with a splash. He surfaced a few seconds later, a giant grin on his face. Meanwhile Warren shook the water droplets out of his wings, looking mildly annoyed.

Peter clapped, now holding up a sign with a 10 on it. “Perfect technique, Wagner. A very well-executed flip.”

“Thank you.” Kurt chuckled. He looked up at you and immediately, his smile, somehow, got even brighter. With another puff of smoke, he was beside you, dripping water onto the concrete. “How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing good! It’s really hot out today, huh?”

“Ja.” Kurt nodded. He glanced at Warren at the bar and then back at you. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure!” You looked up at Warren, who looked lost in thought, somewhat flustered. “Hey Worthington, what are you sipping on over there?”

“Huh? Oh. Shirley Temple.” He replied, a smirk finding his features. “Want me to make you one?”

“If you want to.”

Warren nodded, setting down his drink and stepping behind the bar. God, he was so hot. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, the front of it open, revealing the abs you never realized he had. And of course, his massive biceps were on full display in those short sleeves. What a hunk.

Hmmmmm, interesting… you heard Jean’s voice in your head and immediately your cheeks reddened.

Jean… You thought, your tone warning.

I already knew. We all did. You’re not exactly subtle. But uh…what’s going on with you and Kurt?

You eyebrows furrowed. You looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the pool now, his legs kicking in the water. Where Warren was beefy, his muscles carefully curated with hours of exercise outside of your normal training, Kurt was all lean muscle, tall and agile. You still held to the reality that his eyes were the most beautiful you’d ever seen, and his smile outshined the brightest stars in the sky, his pointed teeth only adding to his charm.

Your soulmate sure has a lot to live up to, huh? Jean asked, only now realizing the full scope of the emotions you felt.

You sighed. You’re telling me…

***

It was a week out from your birthday and the group had ventured once again to the mall. It had become something of a weekly thing, but this trip was extra special, as you’d be picking out something to wear to the party Jubilee insisted on throwing you. And, unbeknownst to you, it was also the day the two mutants you held nearest and dearest to your heart would be finding birthday presents for you.

The plan was to divide and conquer. Jubilee, Peter, and Jean went with you while Ororo, Scott, Warren, and Kurt went off on their own to “look at records.”

Jubilee pulled a top off of the rack and held it up to you, tilting her head for a moment before frowning and putting it back. You chuckled.

“What kind of party even is this, Jubes? I’m sure I have something suitable laying around.”

“Well, sure you do, but it’s special! It’s your twenty-first! Which means…”

“Right.” You nodded. “I know. I mean, if they’re younger than me, then there’s a chance it won’t show up anyway.”

“But it’s a fifty-fifty shot.” Peter pointed out, shrugging. “Pretty likely it will.”

“It’s just as likely that it won’t.” Jean countered.

Your heart raced at the thought. Of something so monumental coming up so fast. The universe finally revealing to you your other half. It was…nerve-wracking to say the least. Jean seemed to notice this shift in you and walked closer, touching your arm.

“You okay?” She asked.

You nodded, shuffling through the rack of clothes in front of you. “I’m good. It’s just a lot, you know?”

Jean did know. She and Scott had only recently found out that they were soulmates (of no surprise to anyone around them) on Scott’s twenty-first. They were good together and they were working it out, but for you, there was no way to know if whoever your soulmate was would be a good fit with you. Maybe they weren’t open to mutants. And worse yet, there was the issue of the two crushes you were already harboring. But somehow you had to figure it out. All of it. And now, you only had a week to do so.

Meanwhile, across the mall, Warren browsed a shelf of books at the Barnes & Noble, trying, for the life of him, to pick one that you’d like. He’d caught you reading countless times, but all of this romance novel nonsense was foreign to him.

“Have you found something yet?” Kurt asked, a similar look of panic on his own face.

Warren shook his head. “No. You?”

“No.” Kurt sighed, his tail drooping. “I don’t want to let them down.”

“Yeah, same.” Warren admitted, his feathers ruffling the tiniest bit in frustration.

“Warren.” Scott reached over and plucked a book off of the shelf, handing it to him. On the cover was a shirtless man with long, flowing golden hair, and behind him were an enormous pair of wings. It was…suggestive to say the least.

“Ugh, Scott.” Warren rolled his eyes and put the book back while Scott laughed.

“You two are overthinking it.” Ororo said, crossing her arms. “Whatever you get them will be good enough. (Y/N) isn’t materialistic. And…they obviously care about you. Something like a birthday present isn’t going to change that.”

“I know, but I—erm—we want to make it special for them.” Warren said while side glancing in Kurt’s direction.

Kurt looked at Warren, who was no longer looking at him, and nodded. Ororo looked between the two of them, something sparkling in her eyes. Maybe she knew something even the two of them hadn’t realized yet, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know there was more to their connection than what laid at the surface. If the way they’d met had shown anything, it was that they were intrinsically linked, pulled together by something much stronger than coincidence.

About twenty minutes later, the group left the bookstore empty-handed. According to Scott, Jean told him the rest of you were meeting in the food court to get some food. Their half of the group found yours relatively easily among the mall’s usual crowd.

“Find any cool records?” You asked Warren innocently.

He hesitated for a moment, forgetting that was the lie they’d told you so they could slip away. “Oh, uh, no, not today.”

“Bummer.” You chuckled.

“Eh, I’m not torn up about it. Jubes force you to buy something new to wear to your own birthday party?” He asked, smirking.

“Hey!” Jubilee protested.

“Yep!” You held up the shopping bag in question.

“It’s really cute, though.” Jubilee argued, trying to defend herself.

“It is.” You nodded.

“Hey I’m starving, are we getting food now, or…?” Peter asked, already looking around the food court to figure out what he’d eat first. Being a speedster, he had quite the appetite, given the amount of calories he burned every time he moved faster than the average person did. Which, in Peter’s case, was quite a bit.

“Yes, Peter, we’re getting food now.” Jubilee laughed, shaking her head.

***

It was weird how time worked, you mused. It was now the night before your twenty-first birthday. You were at the party Jubilee had thrown for you, sipping from a glass of cherry coke. As soon as midnight hit, you either would or wouldn’t get the mark that defined the rest of your existence. It was a lot to think about.

“Are you alright?”

It was Kurt. Of course it was Kurt. You looked up and met his concerned eyes.

“I’m hanging in there, yeah.” You let out a shaky sigh, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh, hey, it’s okay!” Kurt said, reacting immediately. He guided your drink to the railing of the deck at the edge of the yard, where you were hiding out, and pulled you into his arms. You surrendered to his touch, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him rest his head against yours, holding you tight while he rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I know it’s scary, but…It’ll all work out, liebe. I promise.”

You sniffled, nodding against him. “Kurt?”

“Yeah?”

“Did…did you…?”

“I don’t have a mark yet, liebe.” He sighed, holding you a little tighter. “The moment came and went. I…” he chuckled to himself a little, “I check every morning, but…nothing yet.”

“How do you do it?” You asked, looking up at him.

He pulled away the slightest bit, stroking your cheek with his hand and gently wiping away your tears. “One morning at a time.”

You nodded and stared up at him for a long time. He was good at this, at comforting you. You knew that whoever Kurt’s soulmate was, they were incredibly lucky. And even still, there was a little piece of you that hoped it was you. But you’d have that answer one way or another in a few hours, you supposed.

“Go have fun. Take your mind off of it.” Kurt said and you smiled, nodding. “But if you need to talk, I’m always here.”

“Thank you.” You grabbed your drink and headed back out to the yard, greeted immediately by the cheers of the rest of your friends.

Meanwhile, on the deck, Warren walked up the steps and stood next to Kurt, his eyes locked on you and a glass of something a little sharper than soda in his hand.

“(Y/N) okay?” Warren asked, his arm just brushing Kurt’s on the railing.

Kurt nodded. “I think so.”

Warren looked over at Kurt, his eyes lingering on the teleporter’s before he asked, “are you okay?”

He nodded again before repeating, a little more unsure, “I think so.”

“Good.” Warren turned his attention back to the others, taking a long sip from his cup.

“Warren?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you…have a mark?”

“Nope.” Warren replied, smirking. His jacket was usually covering his arms anyway, so he was sure that information was a mystery to most of their friend group, if not all of them. “Lost track of time while I was in Berlin, but I’m twenty-two now. That day came and went and I never even noticed…”

Kurt nodded, quiet.

“Buddy, if you’re (Y/N)’s soulmate…I won’t be mad about it.” Warren said, fiddling with the cup in his hands. His wings were fidgeting due to the confession, tremors running through his feathers. Kurt could tell it was something Warren had been thinking about for a long time. “They deserve someone who’ll take care of them as good as you do.”

“You think I—”

“I think what the two of you have is special.” Warren said. It was the truth. He nudged Kurt’s arm with his own, earnest. “And if we’re being honest, I thought you two were soulmates after seeing the way you took care of each other in Cairo. It just…made sense. It still does.”

Kurt was quiet for a long moment, processing. “And…if you’re their soulmate…”

Warren scoffed, chuckling and shaking his head.

“I think you’d be perfect for them, too.” Kurt said, his heart racing in his chest. “You should see the way they look at you. It’s like something out of a movie.”

Warren nodded, but didn’t reply.

“And I’m sorry, Warren. For burning your wings. I—”

“You don’t have to feel bad about that anymore, Kurt.” Warren shook his head and reached over, tentatively resting his hand atop Kurt’s. “It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. And…” His wings fluffed up the tiniest bit as he spoke about them. “(Y/N) fixed me right up anyway.”

Kurt smiled, the weight of what he’d considered one of his greatest sins lifting off of his shoulders, leaving him unburdened on the warm summer night.

Warren motioned to all of their friends on the makeshift dance floor. “Now let’s get back out there with the others, yeah?”

***

It was finally time. Peter had run up to Jubilee and Jean’s room to retrieve a mirror so you could see the mark whenever it showed up. Any second now, your life would change forever. Or maybe it wouldn’t, and you would just have to wait and wait and wait for the day that it would.

But you had a feeling deep in your, well, your soul, that tonight was the night.

“Do you want a countdown?” Scott asked.

“No.” You covered your eyes with your left hand, as the mark would appear on your right arm. “Just tell me if it shows up. Or…or if it doesn’t.”

The next moments were agonizing and slow. Your leg bounced anxiously, waiting for anything, a gasp from one of your friends or a tingling sensation on your arm…any sign that it was happening. And then, slowly, a tickle swirled along your bicep, tracing out what felt like a very complicated soulmark. You were shaking now.

“Is it…?”

“Oh my god.” Jubilee said, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh my god!”

You pulled your hand away from your eyes and turned to look. There was a mark alright. On it were two wings. One, the one on the left, resembled that of a butterfly, not unlike your own wings. The other, made of feathers, matched up next to the first. And then, gently, a very familiar spaded tail curled around them.

You looked at Kurt first, the tail in question wavering behind him nervously as he rolled up his sleeve high enough to check for a mark in the spot you’d received yours. Sure enough, there was an identical mark there, shimmering against his blue skin.

You burst into happy tears, immediately reaching for him. Kurt hugged you, lifting you off of the ground in the process. Meanwhile, Warren was frozen in place, Ororo and Jubilee trying to get his leather jacket off of him in order to check his arm as well. A few long moments later, he snapped out of his daze and helped them, sliding his wings out of the holes effortlessly.

He didn’t expect it to be true. It was…simply too good to be true. It had to be a dream, or maybe you and Kurt were tethered to another mystery mutant with wings like his, but sure enough, his bicep was branded with the same mark as you and Kurt. A soulmark, even after all of this time.

The two of you broke your embrace to look at him and Warren stood there with tears in his eyes, stunned in disbelief until you wrapped your arms around him, your head resting against his broad chest. Warren wrapped one arm around you while the other reached out for Kurt, beckoning him to join, and he did without hesitation. Once you were all huddled together, Warren’s wings slowly closed around the two of you, his soulmates.

And finally, it all felt right. Every twist in the path that had led all of you to that moment made sense. Kurt and Warren had always been your destiny, just as they had been each other’s.

“Did you know this could happen?” Peter asked Scott under his breath, looking on as three of their friends all simultaneously started dating each other.

“No, did you?”

“No, but…it makes a lot of sense.” Peter smiled. “I think they’re good for each other.”

Jean smiled that ever-knowing smile of hers. “I think so too, Maximoff.”

#xmen #warren worthington iii #warren worthington iii x reader #kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #angel #angel x reader #poly #polyamory #soulmate au

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italoniponic · 2 years

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Alright!!

How about idia with a reader who starts showing romantic interest in him after breaking up with Vil?

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𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hello again, darling! About this ask… it really cracked me up when I first saw, for reasons lol

Sweet Jesus, I really like Idia and maybe this is part of the reason this story took so much time bc I put my soul into it. FR part of me wanted to sit down and transform this into a whole series of stories to fully develop Idia & Reader’s relationship, each of their feelings, other characters cameos, more drama, etc etc etc. But I don’t have the time unfortunately T_T We still have this monstrosity of a one-shot tho. I think I have never written something so long… and one of the main reasons it’s that there’s a lot of things here. Maybe it’s bc I like to complicate things more than it should be (as would say Michael Scott), some parts are so you can see Reader’s feelings slowly growing stronger about Idia and I hope the little time jumps are fluid enough too.

None of this is a complaint or anything (its just my way of speaking lol) but wow, this was the story. Actually, the perfect way to finish Cherry’s Harvesting <3 In total, this story has 6,6k words but I split it into two parts so you all can read more calmly (and idk if tumblr will permit so much words, this site hates me sometimes…)

So, join me into my Charon gondola and let’s romance my favorite shut-in salty introvert greek-myth based otaku <3 |

Idia Shroud x gender neutral reader / scenario / part 1 (3050k words) - part 2 (here) / mentions of breakup with Vil Schoenheit / angst, hurt and comfort, fluff / seasons and greek mythology references / minor chapter 6 mentions and references / use of “you” pronouns

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Winter Melts Into Spring

{𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈, “𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬”}

His homeland has always been cold, especially in the subterranean headquarters where they did their research and guarded overblot’s phantoms. In this, Ignihyde made Idia feel at home — as if he had never left.

Life for Idia was like a long, arduous winter. Cold to the soul, able to make every single bone tremble. Pure white snow. Colorless, lifeless, monochrome. Like the systems that surround the Isle of Lamentation where he was born. Idia got used to living in a kind of underworld, away from mortals who could feel the Sun truly caress their skins and fill them with color and joy.

The bedroom’s air conditioning made that icy feeling of loneliness linger. Idia never bothered to change that. Even if he wanted to change the temperature, it wasn't like he could. He wasn’t worthy of any of that. Idia knew that somehow the cold of winter would surround him again.

He couldn’t escape.

But one day, Idia found a “daffodil” in the schoolyard. You were sitting on a bench, having lunch with Grim and your friends. Idia knew very little about you: as you arrived at the school suddenly, you ended up getting involved with some overblots and you were starting to adapt. He never worried about wanting to seek more.

You seemed to be just another summer person, covered in the Sun and emanating a warmth that Idia couldn’t stand. That perception changed, however, when Idia saw Grim alone in the hallway and tried to pet him — in vain because the little monster ran out near you. When you faced Idia, he felt that he already knew what you were going to say.

About how weird he was, that he must be the owner of that weird tablet that floats down the hallways instead of going out and going to class every day like everyone else. About how in the days when he was required to go in person, he had this uncomfortable gloomy aura around him.

But you didn't say any of that. You seemed to understand that Idia wanted to caress Grim and with a smile, you tried to convince him to be kinder to that stranger with ghostly pale skin, jagged teeth and flaming hair. Your smile warmed Idia’s heart, just the right way.

You were kind, genuine in your words. Like spring.

Even so, Idia ended up running away from there. Your kindness — however bearable as the blossoming of a flower field — was still too much for him to stand. The further he moved away, the more the feeling of regret ended up hammering into his mind. Was that it? One escape and you’d be out of reach forever. You would never dare speak to him again.

Idia tortured himself thinking about it for days, lost in this blossoming of feelings that made no sense to him. All possibilities could be considered, but the worst-case scenarios were what he paid the most attention to. That is until you prove him wrong again and again.

“Hi, Idia,” you greeted him every time they passed in the hall, either as a tablet or himself.

Idia didn’t know how you found out his name — probably from Ortho or someone in the third grade you knew — but hearing your voice pronounce his name with such sympathy was energizing.

It wasn't even a matter of greeting him loudly for everyone to hear or so quietly that even he wouldn’t have noticed. You recognized his presence in that river of students and by the expression scanner Idia ran through your image on his tablet, your positive emotions were true. You'd be happy to meet him. Why?

“I just wanted to meet you,” you answered that question once.

With a lot of perseverance, the two of you managed to start talking to each other. Little but enough at the beginning. You bumped into each other a lot when you went to the Mystery Shop and sometimes you were after the same snack to buy. Talking to Idia was difficult, no matter if you have a similar personality to him.

But, as your interest spoke louder, you weren’t going to let yourself be defeated — you had so much courage that Idia even managed to visualize you as a shounen-type protagonist, those very persistent ones even though you were defeated by the final boss several times. Each defeat, you came back stronger.

“There are so many interesting people here... I know it sounds kind of naive but, if I'm going to be here for long or forever, I want to know everything about this place,” you continued. “And you seem like a cool guy, Idia.”

At that, you tipped your head a bit and smiled at him. Idia regretted not bringing his tablet for the occasion, otherwise he could better hide how your words shook him inside like a great boil. However, you seemed to notice someone coming in the direction where Idia was facing backwards and gave them a shy nod.

When that person passed you by, Idia had a better grasp at what was your slight change in behavior. Vil Schoenheit answered your nod with a slight wave of his hand and a smile, his light blond hair flying with a breeze that came out of nowhere.

Idia wondered where the red roses were, as it should bloom behind that heartthrob young man along with the crystal clear soap bubbles and the soft background music. Because if life were a shoujo anime, Vil would be the protagonist without any doubt. The most beautiful and popular guy in school, thousands of fans melting every time he passed by.

Seeing people like that in real life always made his stomach turn. It didn't help that you seemed strangely charmed by Vil, like many other people in and out of school. Idia wasn’t surprised by this.

It wasn’t long before you were talking to him, but at the time, you were dealing with Pomefiore’s group and other students rehearsing in your dorm for the VDC. Perhaps it wasn’t all bad that Idia just needed to present a project to a room full of people who would judge him at the first stutter.

If he weighed in the balance, dancing and singing seemed to be more of a horrible torture than speaking in public. In any case, this seemed to have brought you closer to the leader of Pomefiore and as time passed, your simple relationship became something more.

The end of winter and the passage of the cultural festival turned the lives of all of you upside down during a brief but busy moment. Idia didn't have the details of anything but, on his part, a lot of intense things also happened. He became one more among the problem children of Night Raven College.

Still, you approached him once more and showed him your gentle and caring eyes. You seemed to suffer with him somehow — it was the first thing Idia noticed when he felt more in control of his own consciousness. You saw the worst in him and yet you didn’t walk away.

Some would even say that you saw hell and returned from there victorious. But the truth is that a lot has happened and Idia was too worried about Ortho to pay attention to your own special dose of concern for Vil.

Idia didn’t want to give a name to the feelings that burned in his heart and tried to make him hope. Even if the situation had been controlled in time, he was still sure about one thing: there was no hope. Only survival. Moving from this to another phase of life without looking back. Idia held his own shoulders and tried to convince himself that he could survive without you.

He lived eighteen years without knowing that anyone other than Ortho could look at him sweetly. He could live the rest without your gaze — briger of spring.

That's what he needed to hold on to.

It was an ordinary night when Idia was working on his computer, concentrating on developing some updates to his system’s layouts and solving some annoying bugs while listening to a playlist — “songs for when you're heartbroken but you won’t admit it” by Euterpe-ram, a profile on magify that Idia discovered the last few days.

You two hadn’t spoken to each other in a while. But every time Idia’s tablet detected you in the hallway, he got the impression that there was something wrong with you. This theory was eventually confirmed when Idia received a message from you on his cellphone asking if he could allow you in his bedroom.

Suddenly, you were there in Ignihyde and there was a hint of autumn in your eyes.

A crumbled spring. Yellowish, dry, its leaves flying in the wind. Ortho had brought you to cheer you up but Idia knew you just didn’t want to disappoint him and decline that merciful invitation. Everything in your posture betrayed the fact that you wanted to be alone. Or maybe Ignihyde was too cold for you.

As Ortho arranged a space on Idia’s messy bed to accommodate you, the two of you fell into a mournful silence. At a certain point, however, you ended up looking at Idia’s computer screen.

“This playlist…,” you muttered, the surprise in your eyes suspending your tiredness for a moment.

“Yeah.. a-a-ah! But! B-before you ask...!,” he almost closed the page in utter despair and embarrassment but you interrupted him in time.

“Did you like it?”

Idia had missed your way of saying and doing things. He really did.

You never asked unnecessary questions, you never dug deeper than you should. You accepted all the answers he had available, waiting for the right time for him to develop or close the subject. It was like finding a flower bud that was protected from the harshness of autumn.

“It's good. Huh. Long. But it has some cool songs that I had never heard before. Do you want...?,” Idia pulled out a second pair of headphones.

You stared at him for a moment, confused as to how two pairs of headphones could listen to the same thing without being connected by a wire to the device — but the technology of this world is as complicated as magic and, given the circumstances, you chose not to question it too much.

Idia’s set-up space was lonely but they managed to arrange a pouf for you to sit on. Ortho was by your side playing on his games and you had split your time between watching him, listening to the same songs with Idia and finally venting your feelings a little. Idia had paused the playlist almost immediately but he didn't knew much to say.

Vil and you broke up.

This took Idia by surprise for a moment. It seems that paradise is difficult even for the gods of high Olympus like you two, people of unattainable brilliance.

However, he couldn’t bring himself to be any sort of happy about your news. Even if you explained that it was a mutual decision and dealt with maturely — you were also surprised to find out that Vil thought just the same as you — it was still a difficult time.

And all Idia could do was listen in silence. For all the time you stood there, gracing the fortress of his solitude with your tiny, though faded, spring buds, telling your story, Ortho wringing faint little smiles from you, there was nothing else to focus on. Idia only had eyes for you.

He accepted your lamentations with respect and care, a shroud with which you covered your aching heart.

You suddenly found out that the levels between you and him were too different. You couldn't keep up with each other no matter how supportive you were of Vil — and he appreciated that, he couldn’t deny it. But you weren't a match at the end of the day.

Maybe “match” wasn't the right word, Idia thought. You were like cards of considerable power but, together, you weren’t enough to defeat a boss or fully compatible to be worth a combo and a fixed position on the team.

When you said goodbye, with lighter shoulders, and smiled at Idia as you left, he turned to his computer. Ortho had also gone to his new room, wishing his brother good dreams.

Idia didn’t sleep much, actually. Or if he fell asleep, he was sitting in his chair while the playlist lulled him on a journey into the deep rivers of his own mind. Idia managed to make a few more layout updates but his thoughts kept coming back to you and what his role would be in that Greek tragedy. Honestly, what could he do?

“Either you die as a villain, or you live long enough to become the protagonist’s secondary friend who is in love and will never be reciprocated,” he said after a sip of energy drink, which seemed to make him more depressed.

Idia hated that kind of character. It was the most pathetic existence an author could bother to create. The Protagonist’s Friend is a role that always falls on zero or one thousand: they get the love they want somehow or they end up alone, apparently happy and resigned to their situation.

Movies created this illusion that the Protagonist’s Friend could have their small and banal dreams come true, just being there as unconditional support. A being without their own will who lived only for their love, blind to the protagonist’s obnoxious defects, ready and well trimmed to be a good doormat every hour.

But people like that never get what they want in real life. They are used and discarded like the aluminum containers that contained the energy drink Idia drank. People always look at this Friend up and down, despising them.

Idia didn't want to be like that, under any circumstances. He could be a quitter, a coward, but he had a shred of dignity that he held on to with all his might.

More than wanting to force himself on you and make you realize that “the love of your life was right there in front of you” — wearing a worn-out and a little sweaty coat, ready to make you the new deity who would reign in his underworld — Idia just wanted to see you happy.

It was a strange feeling. No one but Ortho deserved this kind of wish from him. Perhaps Idia had little hope that you would ever truly love him. Maybe he was afraid to take a step, to do something concrete and then see it collapse in front of him.

However, if you could smile with all your strength, with the brightness that wakes the world for spring, Idia could sleep well at night. He admired your beauty from afar, reinforcing the distance between you, six feet underground. Letting his heart dwell on the selfish desire to convince you to stay in that underworld was useless, he just knew. He should just let you go.

“How do you get through this phase so fucking easily?! Is a hack? Codes? Tell me, you damn stove!,” you were amusingly aggressive when you played something together. Idia laughed at you.

“Hacks? You dare insult my abilities, mortal? These dark circles in my eyes are the fruit of all my efforts,” Idia smiled. You got distracted for a moment by seeing how the light from the computer’s screen reflected off his teeth, in such a big, rare smile. Precious. “And... you lost again!”

“Yep, it seems so,” you agreed.

Idia was too busy giving the commands to repeat the game phase level — and letting out his small, cute chuckles — to see that you were smiling in his direction with unmatched tenderness.

Lately, you have been spending more time with Idia — which was nice, you always wanted to get to know him better. If only you could have approached each other more without being at the expense of a sad experience.

Breakups are always difficult. It’s like the arid autumn that heralds the coldest of winters. However, day after day, finding Vil in the hallway or bumping into a picture of him in a magazine didn��t ache your heart like before. The pain no longer trampled you like a dry leaf on the sidewalk. It was a slow but continuous process.

A change of scenery may have helped with that. Ramshackle’s dorm was slowly being fixed but many things brought back memories of your friends’ presence at the VDC’s preparation time. It made you think of simpler times, where everything was seemingly fine — although that wasn't exactly the case, for any of you.

Ignihyde, on the other hand, carried a different feel.

You noticed this on your first visit, when Ortho took you to Idia’s bedroom and you let yourself vent about your sadness. But, every time you entered their mirror and climbed the black stairs to reach the lounge, you started to notice more things in that cold, silent and mysterious place.

It was as if you had died — or for some reason, arrived in the World of the Dead — but, what was supposed to be lamentation turned out to be a comfortable feeling.

Being there for a long time made you realize that there were things up there in the outside world that you missed and that longing made you realize that life could be much more than a broken heart. At the same time, there was beauty and tranquility in solitude. Would you feel that way when you die?

Funny enough, Idia always makes you feel more alive. That feeling has always been there, somehow. You didn’t know if Idia had any idea about that. Your desire to provoke his little smiles, to see his golden eyes sparkle like a living flame.

At first, you were afraid of what your heart was presenting. You didn’t want to make another mistake and make another person you liked suffer unnecessarily. A whisper from Tartarus tried to tell you that you were just pretending to fall in love with Idia to forget Vil, as if the altar of a new god was set up on top of the old one.

But that wasn’t the truth of your feelings.

“...shi? Hey?,” Idia’s voice sounded in your ears, calling your name.

[to be continued...]

| Special notes: The playlist that is mentioned is a irl playlist I actually made just for the sake of this fic, posted in my sideblog @myplaylists-angeli that has other twst playlists. The playlist itself doesn’t strictly mean that this is only Reader’s sadness but it can also be Vil’s. Or you just want a sad playlist about love, pls feel at home to listen to. It’s not finished, so if you want to suggest a song (there’s a post about it here), you can!

Until tomorrow, my dear. We’ll wrap up the last part of this request and maybe the day after, have this final post that will declare the end of this event. ‘Till there, have my sincere yet fast words of gratitude for enjoying my writing and supporting me all this way. You all are the best <3 |

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst angst #hurt comfort #fluff #twst fluff #breakup and new relationship #part one of two #there's some serious amount of references of all kinds here #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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Request rules.

I don't write smut but I will write steamy make-out scenes and all that.

I will write fem!character x fem!reader, male!character x fem!reader, male!reader x male!reader. All of it including gender neutral reader.

I also only really write x reader fics.

My Masterlist - What I've already written, I update when I post.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED DUE TO HAVING LOTS OF REQUESTS!

- Thanks for the requests though! :)

Keep an eye on this as I add more characters as I watch more shows/movies!

People/characters I will write for:

DYSTOPIAN and ACTION:

- Hunger Games - Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, Haymitch Abernathy, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Lucy Gray Baird, Sejanus Plinth.

- Maze Runner - Thomas, Newt, Gally, Minho.

- Kingsman - Harry Hart (Galahad), Gary "Eggsy" Unwin (Galahad), Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Jack Daniels (Whiskey).

- Luther - John Luther, Alice Morgan, Justin Ripley.

- Call of Duty - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Alejandro Vargas, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ.

- The Boys - Homelander, Starlight, Soldier Boy, Black Noir, Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, The Deep, Queen Maeve, A-Train, Translucent.

- Gen V - Marie Moreau, Emma Meyer, Jordan Li, Andre Anderson, Cate Dunlap, Luke Riordan and Sam Riordan.

HORROR:

- Scream - Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Dwight "Dewey" Riley, Randy Meeks, Richie Kirsch, Sam Carpenter, Tara Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Ethan Landry.

- The Lost Boys - Michael Emerson, David, Star, Marko, Dwayne.

- What We Do in the Shadows - Nandor the Relentless, Laszlo Cravensworth, Nadja, Guillermo de la Cruz.

- A Quiet Place (1&2) - Lee Abbott, Evelyn Abbott, Emmett.

- The Boy - Brahms.

- Zombieland - Tallahassee, Columbus, Wichita.

- Fight Club - Tyler Durden, The Narrator.

- Alien - Ripley, Dwayne Hicks, Hudson.

- Saw - Adam Faulkner-Stanheight, Amanda Young, Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman.

- The Crow - Eric Draven.

- Midnight Mass - Sheriff Hassan, Father Paul, Riley Flynn.

MARVEL:

- MCU - Tom Holland!Peter Parker, Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Bruce Banner, Steve Rodgers, Tony Stark, T'Challa, Stephen Strange, Logan, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Matt Murdock, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Bucky Barnes, Phil Coulson, Gamora, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, James Rhodes, Pietro Maximoff, Druig, Sam Wilson, Shuri.

- Spiderverse - Hobie Brown, Miles Morales (both variations), Gwen Stacy, Miguel O'Hara, Pavitr Prabhakar, Peter B Parker, Spider Noir.

- X-Men and others (Deadpool etc) - Young!Charles Xavier, Young!Erik Lehnsherr, Nightcrawler, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Nathan Summers, Wade Wilson.

DC:

- The Dark Knight Trilogy - Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jonathon Crane.

- The Batman - Robert Pattinson!Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle.

- Justice League - Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Clark Kent (Superman).

- Gotham - David Mazouz!Bruce Wayne, Jerome Valeska, Jerimiah Valeska, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon, Selina Kyle, Ed Nygma, Barbara Kean, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Harvey Bullock, Jonathon Crane, Jervis Tetch, Victor Fries.

The Suicide Squad - Jared Leto!Joker, Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Chris Smith (Peacemaker), Robert DuBois (Bloodsport), Chato Santana (El Diablo).

ANIME:

- Attack on Titan - Eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Sasha Braus, Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius, Hitch Dreyse, Kenny Ackerman, Marco Bodt, Pieck Finger, Porco Galliard, Colt Grice, Bertholdt Hoover, Nicolo, Ymir, Zeke Yeager, Floch Forster.

- Demon Slayer - Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, Kanao Tsuyuri, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Gyutaro, Daki, Enmu, Hinatsuru, Makio, Suma.

- Castlevania - Alucard, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla, Lenore.

- Tokyo Ghoul - Ken Kaneki, Juuzou Suzuya, Touka Kirishima, Kuki Urie, Ayato Kirishima, Itori, Uta, Hideyoshi Nagachika.

- My Hero Academia - Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Tenya Ida, Ochaco Uraraka, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Kyoka Jiro, Hanta Sero, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Itsuka Kendo, Tamaki Amajiki, Hitoshi Shinso, Keigo Takami, Mirko, Dabi, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara.

- Obey me - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon.

- Haikyuu! - Daichi Sawamura, Kōshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tobio Kageyama, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Kiyoko Shimizu, Keishin Ukai, Tetsurō Kuroo, Kenma Kozume, Tōru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Kōtarō Bokuto, Keiji Akaashi, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Satori Tendō, Yūji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya.

- Avatar the Last Airbender - Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Aang, Azula, Ty Lee.

- Avatar: Legend of Korra - Korra, Asami, Mako, Tenzin, Iroh.

MUSIC:

- Waterparks - Awsten Knight, Geoff Wigington, Otto Wood.

- My Chemical Romance - Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, (all the killjoys).

- Pierce The Veil - Vic Fuentes, Tony Perry, Jaime Preciado.

- All Time Low - Alex Gaskarth, Rian Dawson, Zack Merrick.

- Ice Nine Kills - Spencer Charnas, Ricky Armellino, Patrick Galante, Joe Occhiuti, Dan Sugarman.

- Palaye Royale - Remington Leith, Emerson Barrett.

- Others - Oli Sykes, Ronnie Radke, Andy Hurley, Brandon Flowers, Chris Motionless, Kellin Quinn,, John O'Callaghan, Josh Franceschi, Lzzy Hale, Hayley Williams, William Beckett, Noah Sebastian, Will Ramos, Will Ghould, Dave Grohl, Vessel (Sleep Token).

- Metal Lords - Hunter, Kevin, Emily.

SCI-FI:

- The Sandman - Dream, Corinthian.

- Prey - Naru, Taabe.

- Stranger Things - Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Byers, Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, 001, Dimitri, Eddie Munson.

- Star Wars - Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Han Solo, Rey, Kylo Ren, Boba Fett, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Cal Kestis.

OTHERS:

- Barbie - Barbie, Ken.

- Monster High - Frankie Stein, Clawdeen Wolf, Cleo de Nile, Deuce Gorgon, Draculaura, Lagoona Blue, Abbey Bominable, Clawd Wolf, Gillington Webber, Heath Burns, Holt Hyde, Jackson Jekyll, Neighthan Rot, Operetta, Robecca Steam, Rochelle Goyle, Venus McFlytrap, Kieran Valentine, Porter Geiss.

- Wonka - Willy Wonka, Fickelgruber.

- Saltburn - Oliver Quick, Felix Catton, Farleigh Start, Venetia Catton.

I know that's quite a long list and if you want me to write for a character not on there then just ask :)

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mcuamerica · 2 years

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With Me (Chris Evans)

Pairings: Chris Evans x GN!Reader

(I tried my best to use gender neutral language as the person who requested this didn’t specify their gender, but pls let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: Friendship can blossom into more than just friendly love.

Request: “hey, can you do an imagine where you and [Chris Evans are] best friends, everyone is always nagging you two to date (ever since you were kids). then, over time you both have feelings for each other and then the both of u dateee :>"

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I was excited to write this one so I wrote it when we had lulls at work and then once I got home. Hope you like it! Fill out this poll if you want more Chris Evans AUs!

7 years old

“Go say hi,” Lisa said to Chris as he held one of his action figures in his hand.

“Mooomm, I don’t want to.” Chris said and pouted, looking over to the new family that was moving in across the street from them.

“You should make more friends. You’ll see them a lot too. Take your brother.” She said and motioned for Scott to come over. “Scott, go with Chris and say hi to the new kids across the street.” She said.

Chris narrowed his eyes and took Scott’s hand, walking carefully across the street to say hello. Lisa followed behind, smiling at your mother. “Hello, this is Chris and Scott, and I’m Lisa. We live across the street. I wanted to introduce these two since it looks like you have one around their age.” She said to your mother.

Your mom smiled and nodded, looking down at you. “This is (Y/N), they’re 7 years old.” She said and smiled. “(Y/N), can you say hi to Scott and Chris?” She asked, watching as you peaked your head from behind her leg.

“Hi,” you said timidly. “Do you want to see my toys? I have.. uh.. I have a few like yours.” You said and motioned to Chris’s toy in his hands.

Chris looked up at Lisa and she nodded, watching as the three kids walked over to the small bin of toys nearby. The three of you sitting together in the front yard of your house would become a common occurrence over the next few years, but more specifically Chris and you. You were in the same first grade class and you two were inseparable for years. Even during the summers, you did theater with him at the community center.

17 years old

“What do you mean you’re not taking me to the dance?” You said into the phone, frowning as you looked down to your outfit, one you spent months looking for as it was your senior prom. Your date let out some excuse about not wanting to go, so you ended up on your own.

You walked down the steps to face your parents. “My date isn't coming.” You said, dejected. “At all.” You said.

Your head perked up when you heard Chris’s familiar voice. “I can take you,” he said and smiled. “You look too amazing to be left without an escort.” He said and looked you up and down, admiring the whole ensemble you had put on for the dance.

“Chris,” you said and smiled at him, nodding your head. “Alright, fine,” you said and came down the steps, taking his arm and letting your mom take a few pictures.

“Oh! You two look so cute together. When are you going to get together?” She asked and you felt a rush of heat on the back of your neck.

“Mom!” You said, your eyes widening slightly.

“What? You two have been best friends since you were 7! You look incredibly together.” She said and shrugged as she took another picture. “I’m just saying, I would completely approve if Chris asked you out.”

“You have no shame,” you muttered and smiled a bit as Chris squeezed your waist. “She’s kidding, obviously.” You said.

“Obviously,” Chris teased and smiled, looking at the camera. “We even match.” He whispered, causing you to laugh softly.

“We do, it’s almost like fate.” You joked and smiled a bit, the sadness of your date ditching you fading away the more Chris sent small jokes and quips your way. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed because you would completely approve if Chris asked you out too. You would say yes, but you were his best friend and there was no way he would ask you out.

Little did you know that Chris felt and thought the same way. With you standing next to him, in the amazing formal outfit you picked out (which you had droned on for weeks to him, and he wasn’t complaining), laughing at his jokes, he knew that he would love for this to become a reality every day. But he couldn’t say anything, because he was your best friend. And there was no way you would say yes if he asked you out.

27 years old

It wasn’t like you to show up to Chris’s apartment in Boston at 3 in the morning. It wasn’t like you to show up anywhere but your bed at 3 in the morning, but here you were, knocking on his door as you clutched your duffle bag in your hands.

You waited a few moments, wanting to knock again until you saw him open the door. The sweats he clearly threw on a few seconds ago were hanging low on his hips as he rubbed his eyes. Those eyes widened when he saw your state. You had clearly been crying, bags under your eyes, holding the same duffle bag you used when you went off to college.

“(Y/N)… what- what are you doing here?” He asked, the tiredness he was feeling completely fading away.

“Alex broke up with me.” You said, your voice cracking. “We’re not getting married… and we aren’t fiancés… or even dating… anymore.” You said, your lip quivering.

“Oh… (Y/N)…” Chris said quietly. “Come in,” he said quietly and opened the door more, letting you step inside. He took your bag and set it down on his kitchen counter. “Come ‘ere.” He said and took you in his arms, letting you cry into his chest.

“I don’t know what I did wrong.” You sobbed and held onto him tightly, barely noticing his bare chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, (Y/N). Alex is an idiot for breaking up with you.” Chris replied quietly and kissed the top of your head.

“No, Alex,” you hiccuped but continued, “said I was clingy and annoying and that I never gave them any room to do anything.” You finished and sniffed, shaking your head. “I didn’t- they never said anything like that before. How was I supposed to know?” You asked.

Chris furrowed his eyebrows and pulled away from the hug, making you look at him. “Hey, you, (Y/N), are an amazing person and if Alex can’t see that, they don’t really deserve to marry you. Or date you.” He said and looked into your eyes. “And I’ll be honest, they never really did.” He said.

You frowned even more, blinking your eyes a few times as you took in his words. “What do you mean? I loved Alex… I still.. I still love Alex. We were going to get married and then in a couple years have kids and then… and then our lives would be good.” You said.

“You can do that with someone else, (Y/N/N).” Chris responded, wiping away a few tears from your cheeks.

“With who? I built a whole life with them.” You said, glancing down but looking right back at Chris when he paused. “See? You don’t even-“

“With me,” he interrupted, letting his hands drop to hold yours in his instead. “With me, (Y/N). I’ve been an idiot. I’ve liked you ever since we were 17 and your date left you alone for prom. No, I’ve loved you ever since then.. before then even. And more than a best friend. As a partner. As someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with. To love, romantically, and to be there for when you’re upset or happy or anything as long as I get to be there for it.” He said and looked into your eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

Those words made more tears well in your eyes, but not from sadness, from happiness. “Really?” You asked and did your best to smile when he nodded. “Chris…” you whispered, not being able to respond from the amount of emotions flowing through your body at the moment. You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your head in his chest again. “God I love you too… I’m in love the you.” You muttered quietly and pulled away when you caught your breath. “I’m in love with you.” You said clearly, looking in his eyes.

“Then why are you still crying?” He asked and you let out a small laugh.

“I did just get out of a 4 year relationship with my fiancé.” You quipped, sniffing and smiling when he chuckled.

“Come here, baby,” Chris whispered and pulled you into his chest again. “We can talk later. Right now, come lay in bed with me and we can cuddle until you fall asleep.” He said quietly.

28 years old

“Okay.. now you can open your eyes.” Chris said, smiling as he slid the blindfold from your eyes.

You took in your surroundings, noticing that you were standing in the front yard of your childhood home. In the same one, and the same spot, you had met Chris all those years ago. “Chris.. are we here for dinner with my parents?” You asked, confused as you turned around to him, gasping as he was down on one knee.

He took one of your hands as he started his speech. “(Y/N), 21 years ago, on this day, we met in this very yard. And I couldn’t be happier for that either. My mom pushed me to say hi to the new kid across the street, and if she didn’t, I wouldn’t have met the most amazing person in my life. I wouldn’t have met you. You’ve been my best friend, and the love of my life for all those years. Please, make me even happier and marry me?” He asked, pulling out a ring from his jacket.

“Oh, god, Chris, yes.” You muttered, not even waiting for him to stand up before you got down on the ground and kissed him deeply. “I love you so much.” You whispered against his lips and kissed him again, laughing when he pulled away and asked if he could put the ring on your finger. “We gotta get you a matching on.” You noted, grinning from ear to ear as you heard his laugh ring out.

“I love you, (Y/N). And I always will.” He reminded you again before planting another passionate and love-filled kiss on your lips.

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