#XmenImagines

[xaviersgiftedyoungster99]

Hey guys first time posting something like this so let me know what you think!!

Summary: Charles Xavier x Reader, angst, fluff, doctors appointments and romantic surprises 😙

It had been about six months since your boyfriend, Charles Xavier, caught a bullet to his back that would paralyse him from the waist down, confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. To say it's been an adjustment for the both of you, would be the understatement of the century. Of course in the beginning Charles tried everything he could, outside of using his power on you, to convince you that you should leave him. The incident in Cuba had broken him both mentally, and physically. He didn't want you to stay out of pity for him, or because you felt obligated to take care of him. It's taken many months, but things were finally beginning to look up. Charles had been home from rehab for a couple of months now, and things were slowly getting back to their normal routine.

"Charles, sweetheart, it's time to get ready to go to your appointment" you said sweetly, as you walked into the bedroom the two of you now shared. Truth be told you had started sleeping in here while Charles was still in rehab, simply because you missed him and it made you feel closer to him. Once Charles was released however, he required a lot of assistance, so it was just easier if you two slept in the same room, that way you could help him if he needed something in the middle of the night.

"Alright darling, just one moment, and I'll be ready to go" Charles spoke to you in a strained voice. Growing concerned you rushed over to him, to find his legs locked in spasms, knocked off the footplates of his wheelchair, and a pair of neatly folded socks sitting on his lap. You immediately hurried over to the nightstand to retrieve Charles medication, to try and stop the spasms. "Thank you, my love," Charles panted through a pained expression, "I don't know what I'd do without you". You handed him a glass of water with a loving look, and he took his pills. "You don't ever have to worry about that Charles, because I'll always love you, no matter what. Now, let's get those socks on, and get moving, mister! We don't want to be late for your appointment, or your doctor will be lecturing the both of us." You lifted Charles feet, one at a time, putting on his socks and a pair of dress shoes, before gently lifting and placing them on the footplates. With that, the two of you shared a quick kiss, and headed to the car.

Once you arrived at the hospital, you jumped out of the car to retrieve Charles chair. Once assembled you brought it over to the passenger side, where Charles transferred into it with a practiced ease. You tried not to stare, but a lump still caught in your throat every time Charles transferred himself back into the wheelchair. Charles had always had so much energy and enthusiasm for life, always the first to jump out of the car, and now the last. When you sat on the couch together, or in the car, the wheelchair tucked out of sight, it was easy to imagine life was still just the same. It didn't bother you that Charles could no longer walk, you loved him just the same as you ever had, but it was in these moments that you could see the sadness behind his deep blue eyes, as he is reminded again of his new limitations. Charles sighed "Alright, let's go get this over with, shall we?"

The first thing the doctors have Charles do at each session is stretches, and for a while now you have been involved in this part of his therapy. Before Charles came home after the accident, you had to learn how to lift him into and out of his wheelchair from the floor, in case he ever had a fall. Charles is a complete paraplegic, meaning he has absolutely no sensation or movement below his waist. After you get Charles out of his chair and onto the mats, you begin working on some stretches, where you lift and manipulate his legs for him. This helps keep what little muscle tone Charles still has in his legs from atrophying completely, and is also good for his circulation.

You're very happy that Charles trusts you enough to let you be so involved in this part of his life. You can still see a tinge of embarrassment masking his features each time he has to change into his workout clothes, his thin legs on full display for you to see, but you've assured him it doesn't bother you. Charles is still just as sexy to you as he ever was, and if you're being honest sometimes you think even more so. Having to use his arms for everything has done wonders for his upper body strength after all.

Once you've finished administrating his stretches, it's time for Charles to lift some weights. You sit to the side and watch with admiration, as your boyfriend does his workout. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to be with Charles, both because of his kind nature and determination, and his devilishly handsome good looks. While you're lost in your thoughts, Charles doctor comes in, taking a seat next you. "Hello, y/n, may I have a talk with you in my office for a moment to review some of Charles progress recently?" You nodded your head yes, and stood up to follow the doctor to his office.

After about 20 minutes you had finished reviewing Charles latest charts, and made all of the next months appointments. With that done, you began the walk back to the physical therapy department. When you arrived outside the door to the workout room Charles was currently using, you heard a strange commotion coming from inside. Was that... Music?

You opened the door to see Charles, back in his normal attire, hair combed and face all clean shaven, and... Standing?! With a loud gasp, you look your boyfriend up and down assessing what exactly was going on and how! To your amazement Charles was standing, with the use of two crutches, and a pair of very intricate looking leg braces, that appeared to be locking his unfeeling legs in place. He gave you a shy smile.

" I'll admit I'm probably a touch out of practice, but y/n, darling, would you dance with me?" With that you lost all composure, and tears began streaming down your face. It felt like it had been ages since you and Charles had danced together, and being that you both met at a dance while he was studying at Oxford, it had become a regular staple of your early relationship. There was nothing you loved more than when Charles would take you dancing.

"Oh... Darling," Charles sighed as he struggled over to you "please don't cry, I didn't mean..."

" There is nothing I'd like more in this entire world than to dance with you, Charles Xavier. It's just that I never thought.. I.. you... I never thought I'd get that opportunity again, and to see you, not in your wheelchair.." you trailed off as you began to choke up again. " You didn't have to go to all this trouble you know. I know our life has been a lot different lately, but Charles, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm just so happy to have you here with me."

" I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You are the single most important person in the world to me y/n, without you I don't know how I would have gotten through these past six months. You have never once looked at me differently because of my legs. You're the only person who looks at me and still sees Charles Xavier, and not some poor young fellow in a wheelchair. I know it doesn't matter to you, and I adore you for that, but I want to give you this, please."

You reach out to take Charles hand, "you'll have to go slow for me.." Charles says with a slight sadness to his voice "don't worry Charles, I've got you, now and forever" and with that the two of you sway slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, each lost in the others eyes.

"Thank you, Charles" and before you could say anything else he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, nearly losing his balance and knocking you both over in the process, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you and this moment.

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the user being "xmenimagines" makes this so funny

[marvel-imagines-request]

IF I WERE TO WRITE AN IMAGINE FOR 1983 COLONEL/MAJOR STRYKER FROM X-MEN, WOULD ANYONE READ IT?

#WilliamStryker #MajorStryker #ColonelStryker #StrykerxReader #XmenSmut #Xmen

[scooby-nubie]

Imagine hitchhiking a ride with Logan Howlett and being afraid of your powers so you flinch away from him when he tries to help warm you: 

[magnificentkingdomcolor]

Ships to celebrate!

I’m celebrating a change in my account, I no longer stay with 5 seconds of summer but with XMEN! To get: follow me and my other account @kvrtwagn3r , send a description of your personality, I don’t go on looks! Most important: REBLOG AND I’M DOING ALLLLL! by @archangelwarren Annnnd ask me a question, or send a request.

You get: Ship Raven|Kurt|Warren|Scott|jean|hank|peter|Erik|Charles|Alex|jubilee

Pick five numbers; 1) couple song 2) your mutation 3) big spoon/little spoon 4) first date 5) bickering about… 6) item you/they steal from the other 7) trips to the mall 8) road trips 9) late night talks 10) parties 11) drunk confessions 12) missions 13) first times… 14) controlling powers 15) flourishing together 16) jealousy 17) soulmate au 18) “when I see you…” 19) awkward sex 20) “stay the night?”

[angelofsmalldeathandthecodeine]

HEY EVERYONE !! I’m sooooo into avengers / x men and the MCU altogether right now so if you want to request some imagines or mini fics based around that please fire away !! Requests are open :) I’m procrastinating so hit me with it hehe

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

[xx-eden]

{KW}

Title: Stargazer

Character: Kurt Wagner

Genre: Fluff!

Warnings: Corny Jokes

Summary: Kurt catches the reader stargazing.

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Your head and body rest upon the ground, your eyes tracing the sky. Tonight had been a big night, it was a meteor shower.  You enjoyed the loneliness as it engulfed you, like a blanket. You haven't had to worry about someone talking, distracting you from the beautiful sight in front of your eyes. That was, until you heard the crunch of leaves behind you.

You turned around to lay your eyes upon Kurt. He stood there awkwardly rubbing his hand against his arm."Oh, hi Kurt." You said softly. You patted the spot next to you, signaling for him to sit by you. He did as you asked. You gripped his hand tightly, causing him to turn a slight shade of purple. You laid down, bringing him down with you.

"Look at how beautiful it is." You said, before resting your head on his chest. "Not as Veautiful as you." He blushed, you giggled."That was corny." He laughed."It Truly vas." You smiled, continuing to look up at the sky. You looked up at him, his eyes staring straight back at you. You slowly inched your face towards his, locking your lips with his. He kissed you back, and once he pulled away you were both smiling."I've been vanting to do that for a vhile."

[xmenfandomimagines-blog]

Time After Time - Peter Maximoff x Reader - Part 4

A/n - This is the next chapter :) I hope those who follow do enjoy it :) xx

You stood outside of the medical bay, waiting for Hank to run his tests. How could you have been right? Did you have another gift the professor never picked up on? Premonition? Was it all a coincidence?

You heard the distinctive sound of the Professor’s wheel chair approach you pulling you from your thoughts. He let out a deep sigh and studied you

“It seems my dear Y/n that I own you an apology” you frown in confusion “You were indeed right about Peter after all”

“How is this possible Professor, how would I know this?”

“Well you were always one of my brightest students” you tried to smile but it came out half- heartedly.

“Did he say anything to you before I arrived?”

“He said ‘it’s you’, as if he knew me; which is impossible as I wasn’t even born. I never got to answer” the Professor nodded as if he understood why Peter said it.

You frowned at him, if it was one thing about Charles Xavier you couldn’t stand it was his ability to frustrate you without saying a word. You see a twinkle appear in the older man’s eyes.

“What would you say if I told you that when Jean was younger she foresaw the explosion all those years ago?”

“Jean can see the future?” you asked genuinely shocked

“She had glimpses and feelings of future events on occasion. Mostly in her dreams but since she gained more control of her powers they are now extremely rare” he answered folding his hands in his lap and for the first time you notice he has a file of some kind under his hands

“But she saw the explosion?”

“Yes, she didn’t know when it would occur but yes she saw it. She saw Peter being the one that stopped it and then she saw the glimpse of a face in the darkness. But sadly she never saw the outcome of the event. We had no way of knowing Peter would vanish as he did.”

“The face she saw, it was the mutant that caused the explosion?”

“No Y/n.” He pulled the A4 file from his lap and opened it and looked at its contents.

“It haunted Jean for weeks, she felt as if the dream was trying to tell her something. Any spare moment she had she’d have a piece of paper and a pencil in her hand. Drawing it over and over until she was finally happy she had it right.” He smiled down at the paper as though he was reliving old memories

“We searched files of known mutants and she even begged me to search with Cerebro, she was so sure the person as important to what was going to happen; she could feel it. It was all redundant as no sign of the face anywhere. After the incident Jean was distraught, maybe if we’d have found them we could have saved Peter.” He let out a heavy sigh and finally looked you in the eye.

“It wasn’t until years later when a young girl who was brought to my school began to grow up into a beautiful young woman that the subject was brought up again when Jean came knocking on my door with this in her hand.” He hand you the folder, you took it hesitantly and looked within and gasped at the face looking back.

Jean had captured the features perfectly; it was as if you were looking into a mirror. You looked up at the Professor in shock.

“Then you began taking such interest in what happened to Peter, it was troubling. At first we thought you might have been a relative but a simple blood test ruled that out. Jean thought you may have had a connection of some kind but as far as we knew he had died that day and you weren’t even born. You would never meet.” Your chest was heaving as you tried to take in the new information.

“I can’t give you answers Y/n; I don’t know why Jean saw you in that dream. I don’t know why you were so sure Peter didn’t die that day and I don’t know why he recognised you in that hallway. All I know is this was clearly meant to happen.” He reached out and gave your hand a fatherly squeeze  

“It’s for you to work out why”

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[jordanbakeraa]

Imagine Wade looking at you like this when you get teleported into the plane with everyone else

Y/N: yknow, I was eating Stryker: we need your help Wade: …… Y/N: I’ll help as soon as this guy *points to wade* stops looking me up and down Wade: oh, hello there

[deimagines]

Veil and Sightless (Hank McCoy/Beast x Reader) Part 2

Part 2 of my HankxOC imagine.

(Y/N’s POV)

Whatever they wanted from me, it can’t be bad. As long as I don’t get expelled or anything.

That’ll give a large heart attack to both my grandparents.

And God knows of their spirits will haunt me.

But what I didn’t know.

Is that once I reached to the President’s office and the door opened.

My normal life was gone.

And frankly, I’m kind of glad it did.

(3rd’s POV)

Y/N gripped the strap of her book bag nervously when she noticed three unknown men in the room.

The one who was standing seemed to be a bit intimidating, he had beard and a slight frown on his face.

The other one had short hair that’s been placed behind his ears neatly and had a stubble beard.

The last one doesn’t seemed to be that old, he seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He had glasses on and a slight stubble facial hair under his chin.

Y/N tried to avoid their stares. Mostly the frowny one, who couldn’t help but stare at her with this intense look.

But Logan couldn’t help it, she looks so much like Holden that he almost called out to her name. But he knew it wasn’t really her, but Y/N.

It scares him how powerful Y/N’s gene can basically make a copy of her in her future grandchild.

Same shiny Y/H/C, same Y/E/C eyes, she can even be your sister.

“Ah!” Harvard President, John Michaelson, suddenly exclaimed happily. “Miss Y/L/N, how are you?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N said.

“Good, good. Now I’m sure, Miss Y/L/N, I’m sure you are curious to know why you were summoned here.”

“A little.” Y/N shrugged.

“Well before we explained, I would like to introduce you to one of America’s best researchers and also one of Harvard’s former youngest students to ever attend. Mister Hank McCoy and his colleagues, Charles Xavier and Logan Nicks. Gentlemen, this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

Y/N shyly raised a hand to Hank. “Hi.“ 

Hank shakes it gladly. “It is very nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Likewise.“ She said.

Y/N couldn’t help but notice that his eyes were electric blue.

She detached her hand from his, fearing that her hand might start to sweat.

“Now that we all know each other. Y/N, there’s a reason why these fine men came here to Harvard. That reason is you.”

“What?” Y/N said in confused.

“Mr. McCoy and his colleagues here, are offering you a chance to work with them on a very classified project for the government.”

She frowned. “You are?”

Hank smiled. “Yes. But you can also have a say in this.”

Y/N studied the three men in thought.

This could be a huge opportunity, but there was something strange about these men.

That’s when she notices Logan’s choice of footwear. His boots.

Scientist don’t wear boots in meetings. Y/N thought in realization but didn’t show it easily.

Y/N was very different back when she was just a child. Back in high school, she would constantly be lost in thought and teachers would always complain about her not paying attention in class.

But she always managed to make a perfect score on every subject. And as always, they thought that she might be cheating. But as always, the never found any proof.

There was only one reason why she passes her exams, pop quizzes, and tests so perfectly. And it wasn’t just by studying.

She can deduct very well of what’s in front of her. A photographic memory if you will.

Example, just by a quick look on by the President’s tie, there was a stain on the top, it was small, all smudge and brown.

He obviously has a stash of unhealthy food in his drawer. And judging by the picture of his wife on his desk, She must’ve been the one to convince him to start eating healthy.

Y/N smirked on the inside, but she managed to look innocently clueless about the offer. Well, none existing offer.

“But why did you pick me?“ She asked.

"Your anesthesiology teacher, Donovix, he’s a very good friend of mine and he also told me about the young medical prodigy student in his class. You.”

Y/N frowned again and cleared her throat. “What about my classes, midterms are in two weeks.”

“That’s what I said,” Michaelson responded. “But Mr. McCoy will be glad to take charge and help you to keep up with your studies.”

Y/N pursed her lips. Too many thoughts came to her mind.

No way she was going to be a pawn of their scheme.

“I-I don’t know.” She lies with a fake uncertain look.

That’s when Hank decided that it was time. “John.”

“Yes?” Harvard’s President asked.

“Would you mind if my colleagues and I speak to Miss Y/L/N alone?”

“Oh of course not, I’ll be back in a few minutes. If you need anything, my secretary, Minnie, is just outside.”

And with that, President Michaelson of Harvard went out from the office and closed the door.

Leaving the young student and slightly neat dressed men alone.

Without saying anything, Y/N went to the door and lock it.

She turned to look at the three men in the room and sighed.

“Alright, what do you want really.”

“I’m sorry? W-” Charles said.

Y/N lifts her hand. “Huh-uh, I’m the one who’s asking the questions.”

She went to Michaelson’s desk as she began to speak again. “You three came here all the way from whatever the hell you came from, and come here in Oregon, to Harvard, just so you could speak to a student of a teacher that you barely know of.”

“How did you…?” Hank said.

Y/N opened one of the desk’s drawers and found what she's been looking for. Michaelson’s stash of junk food.

“Ah! Here it is." She muttered to herself.

Logan and the others were a little surprised that she pulled out a bag of gummy worms without a care. Y/N looked up to stare back at the strangers.

"I didn’t get accepted here just by hard work.”

The mutant men shared a quick look, trying to make sense of how she can see through their scheme.

“I’m an observer." She said and then sat carelessly on the President’s chair and rest your feet on the desk. "Plus Donovix hates me, it would make no sense of why he would brag about the student he despises the most.”

Y/N chewed on a yellow and green worm.

“Look,” Logan says out of the blue. “We didn’t come here to talk about your scholar life. We need your help.”

“If you’re lying to Harvard’s president just so you could ask for my help, it must be big.” Y/N said.

“We need you to help us break into a very high tech facility, The Pentagon.”

Y/N stops in mid chewing the gummy candy then swallowed.

The Pentagon, are they crazy. “Are you crazy?”

“No, we’re not.” Hank said. “But somehow you made an innocent teacher seem like he was.”

Y/N moved to sit straight and leaned on her elbows on the desk. She sighed, she didn't mean to make a teacher suspended. She just wanted to study in peace. And yet Y/N used her powers because it made her feel comfortable and safe. That’s why she was alone sometimes instead of studying in the library with friends like normal people.

But Y/N didn’t like normal. It creeps her out a bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about." She said.

Logan slowly walks forward. "You don’t need to be afraid. We’re mutants, just like you Y/N.”

Y/N blinks, she didn’t expect that.

But Y/N then started to think about the risks and possibilities if word gets out to the school’s Board of Oversees that she was a mutant.

She needed more facts. “Prove it.”

Logan lifts his arm and suddenly sounds of bones cracking began as three long shards of knife looking bones came out of his knuckle.

Y/N stared at it in shock and slightly amused. “Groovy.” She then looks at Charles and Hank. “What about you?”

“I can’t do it.” Charles says quickly.

Y/N stared at him, he showed no signs of lying. And yet, his eyes were filled with a look she was very familiar with, pain.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“I can’t do it.” Charles repeats.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s fine, you’re gonna show it to me either way, sooner or later.”

Charles rolled his eyes.

“And you?" She nodded at Hank.

He shifts a bit, obviously a little nervous about something.

"I-I can’t,” He said. “It won’t make a difference anyway.”

True, Logan did show his mutation anyway so that was enough proof.

But then Y/N notice the forms on his hands.

And then it clicked.

He wasn’t in his true form.

“You have a physiology mutation, don’t you?”

Hank looks at her in shock. “How did you… ”

“You’re fidgeting your hands a lot. Staring at them with this look, like you’re afraid of something.” Y/N said simply. “It wasn’t hard to piece up the puzzle.”

Hank didn’t say anything. He just stares at the beautiful, soon to be graduate Harvard student, who can easily figure out anything by just one look.

She was, as Michaelson had said earlier, abnormal.

But what shocks him the most, is that he thought that she was beautiful.

Y/N slowly smiled. “It’s alright, you don’t have to show me. Besides, you might even look better than the uptight snobs in my class. Always thinking that beauty can only be seen from the outside.”

The corners of Hank’s lips quirk up a bit. 

At least she’s not a ‘snob’ as she calls it. He thought.

Charles cleared his throat. “Since you know some of our mutation. Why not show us yours?”

Y/N gave him a nervous look.

She never shows her powers to anyone other than her family.

So this was a first for her.

Y/N took a deep breath and sighed it out. She closed her eyes and only think of one thing.

To disappeared.

The mutant men stared at her in wonder and surprise.

Logan did say that she can turn invisible at will and can produce powerful shields.

It was just their first time to see anyone who can disappear completely.

Without making a noise, you decided to have a little fun, Y/N stood up from the chair quietly. Still invisible.

Y/N went to sit between Charles and Hank on the couch.

She re-appeared, making them jumped up from their seat.

“Satisfied?" Y/N asked Logan.

He only sighed and crossed his arms. "So how ‘bout it? You in?”

Y/N crossed her legs. Thinking about the facts, the pros, and cons. Anything to make sense of why she should help them.

“I don’t know, I mean don’t get me wrong. It can get boring around here. But I need to get through this year without any faults and basically anything to not get kicked out of Harvard.”

“Don’t worry, we'll take care of the papers, the leave of absence documents. Everything.” Hanks states. “All we need is your approval and we leave for Washington tonight.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip gently, thinking carefully.

“What about the term bill charges and outside scholarships?”

“Already taking cared of.”

Y/N sighed and leaned back on the couch.

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

The mutant teachers, past, and future felt a sort of sense of relief.

“On one condition.”

They looked at her in question. “What’s that?” Hank asked.

“You do everything in your power to give my old teacher, Mr. Hemworth out from suspension and back to class. Where he belongs.”

“And Hemworth is?” Logan asked.

“The teacher that accidentally saw my mutation and was called crazy.” Y/N state.

“Why?" Hank asked. "He tried to expose you for your mutation. Why would you want to help a man who tried to ruin your life?”

“Because he was scared and confused. You cannot tell me that he deserved that fate just because he was confused about something he doesn’t understand.”

The girl’s statement surprise both Hank and Charles. It was the first time they heard a mutant who can understand the balance between anger and consequences.

“So will you do it?” Y/N asked hopefully.

Charles shared a hesitated look with Hank and Logan.

They knew what they needed to do.

“You have our word.”

And so, after a few calls and long, nonimportant, lectures by Michaelson.

Y/N and her ‘supposed’ substitutes were on a flight to Washington.

(Y/N’s POV)

“Any questions?” Logan asked as he and Hank explained the plan.

We were in a rental car, reviewing over the escape plan, making sure everybody knows their part.

The plan was for everybody, excluding Peter, will be on a tour for The Pentagon. It’s crowded which makes it perfect for Charles, and Logan to split up from the tour without nobody noticing.

Meanwhile, Hank will turn on a device that will disrupt the security cameras.

And as for Peter and I. Peter will steal a guard’s uniform while I remain invisible.

I didn’t want to risk to show my face to anyone who works in the Pentagon. That was part of the deal. So I wore one of Peter’s spare caps that he brought with him.

And here I am. Outside of America’s top secured building with Peter.

“Okay, for this to work I’m gonna need to hold the back of your head.” Peter explain.

“W-what? Why?”

“So you won’t get whiplashed.”

“Are you saying I might get my neck break?” I asked as I gave him a nervous look.

“I’m giving you a warning aren’t I?”

I gulped and slightly whimpered. This is not how I wanted to spend a Tuesday.

All of a sudden, without a warning, Peter brought us in a gush of wind into a small room that appears to be an elevator.

In the elevator was a guard with his hat on the floor. He went to pick it up and put it back on his head.

And as stared at the black and white walls of the elevator, he caught a glimpse of Peter’s reflection on the reflected black wall.

He turned quickly and Peter simply smiled. He took out the duck tape in his pocket and tapes the guard on the corner of the elevator where no one can see him easily.

“You know what to do?” Peter asked after he finished changing into the guard’s uniform.

“Yup, follow you behind and make sure not to get caught.”

“Ok.” As of cue, the elevator dinged.

“Showtime.” Peter said and I quickly turn myself invisible.

The door opens and revealed a long hallway with guards in two neat lines.

Peter slowly started to walk and I followed him.

I noticed that each and every gun were made of glass and another material that’s clearly not related to any metal.

We then stop at some kind of circulated room and we went in and the room turned. It stops until we were in a different hallway. Only one guard stands and the lights were dimmed.

Peter continues on with me following behind.

We were at the end of the hall, in front of a large door with no nob.

Peter turns casually to see the guard pressing some buttons on the wall. The large door then moves back to a new hallway appeared.

Peter went into the new entrance hall slowly and we see a dark room with a glass window on the floor. Lights were coming out from it.

Erik’s cell.

We went in and saw that Erik was laying comfortably on his bed.

Peter places the note in Erik’s lunch tray and put it in the sliding hole.

On the note, it said ‘mind the glass’, which will give Erik a warning.

Erik looks up with a frown and Peter smiled.

He crouches down and placed his hands on the glass. His hands began to vibrate at an inhuman speed. At the rate of his speed, the glass began to vibrate back. Until suddenly it couldn’t keep up with the mutant speedster’s pace and shattered into pieces.

Luckily, Erik covers himself before the glass hits him.

The alarm system went off and the door closes as the sounds of the alarm blared through the walls.

Erik looks up again and slightly smiles. He jumps and pulls himself out of his so-called impenetrable cell.

He walks a bit and stares at the door. “In ten seconds those doors are going to open. And twenty guards will be here to shoot us.”

And that’s where I come in.

“We thought it would.” I said.

Erik frowns and looks at Peter. “Did you say something?”

“Nope. She did.”

I made myself visible and Erik’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Fascinating.” He said and I smiled shyly at him.

I held out a hand. “Feel like getting out of this hell hole without being seen?”

Peter came over and he grabs my hand along with Erik.

I sighed and made us invisible. And just in time too, ‘cause the door slides open and it’s just like Erik had said, twenty guards came in and they had their guns ready.

They’re serious became confusion when they came in the room.

“Where are they?”

“Where is he?”

“Where did they go?”

The guards search around the cell frantically. Trying to figure out were their now missing prisoner was.

“Do it Peter.” I whispered to him and I felt one of his hands on the back of my head.

In a second, I felt a gush of wind and find myself back in the elevator.

I started to feel the familiar twist in my stomach but hold it in for a while. Things are about to get a little more difficult when the elevator’s door opens.

I noticed Erik holds himself by placing a hand on the wall. Peter was already back in his original clothes.

“You’re good, it’ll pass.” Peter states. “It happens with everyone.”

A moment passed. “Must’ve done something pretty serious.” Peter asked.

“Peter.” I muttered as I hit his shoulder.

“What?" Peter said in defense. "I’m just curious. I mean, what did you do man? What’d you do? What’d you doooo?” He sang the last part.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

“Why did they have you in there?”

“For killing the President.” Erik said.

Peter and I were eye-wide and I see Peter ohed simply, showing that he was unphased by the new. But I knew better when he mouthed ‘shit!“ to the still duct tape to the wall guard.

I put my cap more down, making sure the guard doesn’t see my face.

"The only thing I’m guilty of is for fighting for people like us.” Erik said.

“You take karate?” Peter asked. “You know karate man?”

Erik sighs out. “I don’t know karate. But I know crazy.”

Peter just simply smiles widely and chuckles.

Another moment of silence passed.

“So, they told us you can control metal.” I said. “Is that true?”

“Aye.”

“You know, my mom once knew a guy who could do that.” Peter suddenly states.

Why do I get the feeling like this piece of information is important?

The ding of the elevators snapped me out of my thoughts and the door opened. Revealing a soaking wet Charles.

“Charles?” Erik says in confuse.

Charles’s calmed look had suddenly become an angered expression and sent a hard punch to Erik’s face.

I yelped in surprised as Peter pulled me back so that Erik’s body wouldn’t hit me.

I look at Charles in shock. I didn’t know he had it in him.

“Good to see you too old friend.” Erik groaned out. “And walking.”

“No thanks to you.” Charles snapped.

Erik studies him as he stands up. “You’re the last person in the world I expected to see today.”

“Believe me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to. If we get you out of here we do it my way. No killing.”

“No helmet.” Erik gestures his head.

Helmet?

“I couldn’t disobey you even if I wanted.”

Charles took a step forward. “I’m never getting inside that head again. I need your word, Erik.”

After a short intense stare between the two foes. Erik nod in agreement.

Suddenly, the entrance door of the kitchen barged opened and guards were filling in the room, gun in hand.

“Nobody move!”

“Hold it right there!”

“We’re dead.” I muttered fearfully.

“Charles,” Erik waited for him to do something, anything.

“Hands up, Or we will shoot!”

“Freeze them Charles.” Erik said.

“I can’t.” Charles said,

And then all of a sudden, the tables began to shake.

“No!” Charles shout and went to push Erik.

I could only stand in fear as I heard bullets being blasted. I expected to have a painful feeling somewhere around my body. But nothing came.

There was no pain.

No blood.

Only the sounds of concrete being cracked and grunts filled the room.

I opened my eyes and saw that the guards were on the floor unconscious and Peter was standing far across the kitchen. Wearing one of the guard’s hat.

Peter saved us.

I look at him in disbelief and send him a half smile.

Charles was the first one to leave and the rest of us slowly followed him out.

Logan pats Peter on the shoulder. “Thanks, kid.”

And as I pass Peter, I gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Nice work Peter.”

I pulled away and saw that Peter had a goofy smile on his face. I ignored it and continued to follow Logan out of the chaotic ‘shower’ kitchen.

(3rd’s POV)

“Peter thank you very, very much. You take care.” Charles thanked the speedster and shakes his hand.

“Hey, I saw your flight plan in the cockpit. Why you are going to Paris?”

The mission was a success. They had successfully freed Erik from the Pentagon.

But when Peter’s help wasn’t needed anymore, doesn’t mean that they don’t need Y/N’s.

*2 hours earlier*

(Y/N’s POV)

“What do you mean 'I’m still needed' ?” I said as calmly as I could, trying not to yell at the long short-haired man in the backseat of a rental car when Charles and Logan told me that they still needed me for a rescue in Paris.

“I know this is a bit inconvenienced,” Charles carefully explained .“But we need you for just a bit longer.”

I clasped my hand together. “Okay, I know that you guys gave me a week’s leave of absence. But that doesn’t really explain why I need to stay and Mr. Speedy Gonzales over here doesn’t.”

“Hey, I’m just clueless as you are.” Peter defended.

I groaned touched my temples in stress.

Hank turns his head to look at me.“Y/N, I’m sorry but where we’re going will have multiple risks that could happen if we don’t have you with us.”

“More than the prison break in the Pentagon?” Peter trails out.

“Yes, more than that,” Logan said. “We’ll explain to you more Y/N when we get to the airport.”

I let out a big sigh and began to chant inside my head. Reminding myself of why I was doing this.

Do it for the Professor and his family. Do it for the Professor and his family.-

At least this is for a good cause.

*Now*

(3rd’s POV)

Charles throws a set of keys to Peter, who caught it easily.

“Do me a favor and returned it for me?”

“Ok.”

“And Peter, take it slow.”

Peter grins.

Yeah, He’s not going to do that.

Y/N was the last one to go on board.

“You know,” She announces to Hank who was going to the pilot’s seat. “You still haven’t told me why we’re going to Paris.”

“We’re going on a rescue mission.” Hank said casually.

“Why? Who are we going to rescue?”

Hank paused but then sits on the pilot’s seat.

“An old friend.”

Y/N frowned and then sits on the other pilot seat.

“You mean a friend or a friend?”

Hank lets out a huff in mused. “A friend.”

Y/N lets it go for a moment then buckles her seatbelt.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing?” Hank stops her.

“I’m strapping myself to my seat?” Y/N was stating the obvious.

“But you’re not a pilot.” Hank points out.

“True, but that doesn’t mean I can sit here quietly as I study.”

Y/N shows Hank a thick textbook.

“Plus, I can literally feel a deep tension between Charles and Erik. And I don’t know about you. But I do not want to be in the same area with them. It could get ugly.”

Hank stares at the peculiar girl and felt the corners of his lips quirk up a bit.

*A few hours later*

Y/N was right.

There was a large tension that’s filling up the jet. Which makes it a bit harder for her to concentrate on reading her anesthesiology book.

And as she expected. One of the two tensed adult men spoke.

“How did you lose them?” It was Erik.

“The treatment for my spine affects my DNA.” Charles explained simply.

“You sacrifice your powers so that you could walk?”

“I sacrifice my powers so that I could sleep.” Charles trails off. “What do you know about it?”

“I’ve lost my fair share.”

“Ha. . . dry your eyes, Erik. It doesn’t justify of what you’ve done.”

“You have no idea what I’ve done.”

“I know you take the things that mean the most to me.”

“Well, maybe you should have fought harder for them.” Charles then snaps. “If you want a fight Erik-”

Erik sits up.

“Sit down!” Logan said.

“- I’ll give you a fight!”

“Let him come.” Erik says without a care.

Hank and Y/N turned quickly to see the disturbance that’s happening in the back.

Charles sat up and lunges to grab the front of Erik’s shirt.

“You abandoned me! You took her away and you abandoned me!”

Hank, Logan and Y/N continues to watch in hesitation, both fearing of what Erik might do.

“Angel. ” Erik said.

Charles was a bit startled by Erik’s choice of word.

“Azazel.”

Suddenly, the jet started to shake.

“Emma.”

The scales on the jet’s pilot controls started to tip.

Hank was starting to struggle with the steering wheel.

“Banshee! Mutant brothers and sisters.  All dead!”

The jet then tips aside, making everyone, excluded Erik, holding to something for their lives.

“Countless others…”

Y/N heard cracking sounds around her.

“Experimented on. Butchered.”

“Erik!” Hank calls out as he continues to try to get the jet back to its course.

“Where were you Charles!? We were supposed to protect them! Where were you when your own people needed you. You and Hank. Hiding, pretending to be something you’re not!”

“Erik!” Y/N screams.

Somehow, Y/N’s voice was the only thing that broke Erik from his rage and manages to control his powers again.

It’s as if that single cry, a cry from a desperate girl. Who wanted to feel safe again. Made Erik realized where he was.

“You abandoned us all.” He says coldly at Charles.

The jet started to go back to its original balance and begins to fly back smoothly.

Everyone was breathing heavily. Both terrified and shocked of what almost had happened.

Hank turns to Y/N, hands still on the wheel. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Y/N manages out.

Charles then stands up and pushed past Erik to go to the back the of the jet.

"So you were always an asshole.” Logan comments as he lights up a lighter for his cigar.

“I take it we’re best buddies in the future.”

Logan chuckles. “I spent a lot of years trying to bring you down bub.”

“How does that work out for you?”

“You’re like me. You’re a survivor.” Logan sucks and puffs out a cloud. “You wanna pick all of this shit up?”

Erik lifts his eyebrows in mock.

*8 hours later* 

It was close to midnight. Y/N was asleep on the couch. Logan was slowly following her example.

Y/N was on one of the seats, clutching her book to her stomach. Even though she can practically memorize every text in the book. She still likes the feeling of reading a book.

Books are her life.

It was a very important part in her life. She loves the feeling of new or old paper pages on the tips of her fingers, the smell of parchment was like an addicted aroma that she could never get tired of.

It was really hard for her to choose what genre of books she likes.

Although, poetry was #5 on her list. She absolutely loves Emerson’s work along with Alan Poe’s.

Most girls her age would read a romance novel. But Y/N likes to be challenged. She would get her hands on any book around. Whether it be school related or something that she finds interesting. She’ll read it.

Unfortunately, it was time for her beauty sleep.

Erik went over to Charles with a chess board that’s already been set. He places it on the table.

“Fancy a game? It’s been a while.”

“I’m not in the mood for games, thank you.”

Erik sighs. Getting Charles to be friendly would be a challenge for him. After everything he’s done, Erik doubts that they would become friends again.

He grabs a glass nearby and the bottle filled liquor.

Logan watches lazily at them. It was still strange for him to see Charles and Erik in such a youthful age. . ish.

Erik pours a drink. “I haven’t had a real sip in ten years.” He says and slowly takes a sip. Swallowing it, taking in its familiar burn.

He studies his glass. “I didn’t kill the president.”

“The bullet curved, Erik.” Charles stated.

“Because I was saving him.” Erik explains. “They took me out before I could.”

“Why would you try and save him?”

“Because he was one of us.”

Charles’ eyes softened in surprise.

JFK.

President.

A mutant.

Charles lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He didn’t know if this was a lie or the truth. But he didn’t want to know.

“You must think of me so foolish.” He said. “We’ve always said they would come after us.”

“I’ve never imagined they would use Raven’s DNA to do it.”

“When did you last see her?” Charles asked.

“The day I left for Dallas.” Erik takes a seat across Charles.

“And how was she?”

Erik thought for a moment. Many words came to his mind.

“Strong. Driven. Loyal.”

“How. . How was she?”

Erik hesitated. “She was… We were. . ”

What? Charles wanted to courage Erik to finish his sentences.

Erik looks up at him. “I can see why she meant so much to you.”

Charles slightly sighs and takes another sip.

“You should be proud of her Charles.  She’s out there fighting for our cause-”

“Your cause. The girl I raised was not capable of killing.”

“You didn’t raise her, you grew up with her. She couldn’t stay a little girl forever, that’s why she left.” Erik tries to get some sense into Charles.

“She left because you got inside her head.” Charles says sullenly.

Erik let’s out a small breath in wry. “That’s not my power. She made a choice.”

“But now we know where that choice leads, don’t we? She’s going to murder Trask. They’re going to capture her. . and they’re going to wipe us out.”

“Not if we get to her first. Not if we change history tomorrow.”

Charles looks at Erik’s still glazed look.

“I’m sorry Charles,” Erik says dolefully. “ for what happened. . . I’m truly am.”

Charles leans and cracks his neck a bit. He takes the last sip of his drink and leans forward. “It’s been a while since I played.”

At least it’s a start. Erik thought.

“I’ll go easy on you.” He says. “Might finally be a fair fight.”

Charles looks at him. “You have the first move.”

Erik moves the first metal pong with his powers.

After a few more moves, Hank strolled out of the flight deck and passed the two.

“Getting some shut-eye Hank?” Charles asked, not taking his eyes off the board.

“Just a quick bathroom break.” Hank states in mild with a small smile.

But when Hank passed Y/N, he stops and notices that she was shivering a little.

Hank looks at her broodingly and went to the seat across her. He bends over to open a hatchet under the chair and pulls out a wool blanket.

Hank takes the book that Y/N was hugging carefully away from her arms and places it on a table. He unfolds the blanket and drapes it carefully over her body, trying not to wake her up.

Although Y/N was asleep, she sighed in content and nuzzles consciously into the fabric wool.

Hank couldn’t help but study her.

Even asleep, she looked pretty and, dare he admits it, beautiful.

Then, as if his body has a mind of his own, Hank's hand reaches out and brushed away a small strand of hair away from her face and places it behind her ear. Hank realized what he was doing and quickly pulls his hand away from her face.

He blinks rapidly at his action and decided to set his unknown feelings aside. He stands to head to the bathroom again.

”. .mrci .Hank.“ A muttered voice said.

Hank turns his head in surprised at Y/N, knowing that it was her voice. Her eyes were slightly opened but at the same time, they were closing in drowsing.

“Merci.” She whispers as she looks at him with tired eyes. She closes them after and nuzzles back into her given blanket.

Hank smiles softly at her state and began to walk to the bathroom again, along with a rapid beating heart.

Unknowingly, Logan was the only one who notices his smiles and Y/N’s thanks. He let out a breath and leans back in his chair.

Oh boy.

It was only a matter of time until they both realized how much they need each other.

The universe has always a unique way to intertwine two individuals. It would be most likely that most relationships in the future would change when the Sentinels won’t be born.

But the universe must’ve made an exception for Y/N and Hank. For their love can withstand time itself.

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Imagine: Being a mutant who can transform into animals and staying with Hank and Charles during the 60s/70s. [Gif Credits Below Cut]

You sighed, and began making yourself breakfast. The kitchen felt as empty as the rest of the large house. What once was filled with lovely chatter of past friends was now silent.

         “You’re up early,” Hank murmured.

         “Yeah...” you replied, grabbing a cereal bowl from the cupboard, “I couldn’t sleep...”

         Hank nodded. He’d known about your insomnia for a while and been trying to help you. But, you refused to take any of the medication he offered; you were worried it would affect your mutation. So, all he could do was offer you advice and hope it got better.

        “How’s Charles?”

        “Still the same-”

        Hank was interrupted by a knock at the door. A voice followed. A voice asking for Charles. And Hank.

        You transformed into a cat, and jumped onto the counter. You leaned out of the window, and used your enhanced hearing to listen again. It wasn’t a voice you recognised, but it felt oddly familiar...

        Who could it be?

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Time After Time - Peter Maximoff x Reader - Part 3

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Snooping on your playlist

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Preference; Kisses

Genre; Fluff

Warnings; None

Charles Xavier:

Charles likes to walk up to you from behind. He’ll continue to wrap his arms around your waist, then lay his head in the crook of your neck. He’ll leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips.

Erik Lehnsherr: 

Erik’s are full of passion. He’ll simply waltz up to you, smile, then press his lips forcefully against yours. Most of the time he grabs your ass while doing so.

Alex Summers;

Alex, well he’s Alex. Most of the time he’ll pull you into a close hug and gently kiss the top of your head. Other times your kisses might end up in a full makeout session. Poor Scott.

Scott Summers;

Scott likes to put his hands upon your waist. He’ll pull you slowly towards him. Then he’ll press his lips against yours, softly.

Warren Worthington;

Warren’s like many others, always end up in a make out session. He’ll thrust his arm out in front of him, intending for you to grab it, so he can pullyouclose and kiss you.

Kurt Wagner;

Kurt is very very shy, especially when it comes to kissing.So most of the time it’s either just a peck on the lips or a peck on the cheek. If you want more than that it’s up to you to make that move.

Hank McCoy;

Hank and Kurt are quite similar, but Hank will kiss you on the lips, only so if it’s in private. He’ll rest his hand upon your cheek before pressing his lips against yours.