Summary- anonymous asked “Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Colossus x reader, just a small scenario on how he'd react to the reader being an artist? Maybe new to the team, and he discovers that they're an artist due to finding little drawings on post-it notes, chalkboards, etc. Wishing him to have a good day and such, and finally finding out it's you through his students? So like, reader has a big fat crush and expresses it through drawings? He was already pining for you, but finding out you made him those drawings makes him go totally soft and melts his heart!”
A/n- sorry this took so long my dear anon. This is so cute and I love it I hope I did it justice
Warnings: none I think. (if I missed any let me know)
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You stirred from a peaceful slumber to heavy footsteps thudding down the hall.
You tapped your phone to see the time.
6:15am
Those thundering feet woke you up about this time every day, if it was anyone but Piotr, you’d lose your shit. But you just so happen to have a massive crush on the metal man, so you let it slide. You figured he was trying his hardest to be quiet, but 500 pounds of bio steel couldn’t exactly be silent.
Piotr was a morning person; painfully so. He loved his 6:30 am work outs, healthy breakfasts, and protein shakes.
As for you, well, you had no trouble rolling over and going back to sleep.
.
Although your first class didn’t start until 9:00am, you liked to get to the classroom early to prep for the students. And it definitely wasn’t because you passed Colossus in the hall at that time each day.
He always greeted you with a big smile and a simple “good morning.”
As nice as it was to have that interaction, you craved more. You caught yourself staring at him during faculty meetings, and perked up every time someone mentioned his name. It was killing you, that aching in your chest. So you expressed it the best way you knew how; art.
.
Piotr entered the classroom, 15 minutes early as he usually did. Upon putting his stuff down at the desk, he noticed someone had left a sticky note stuck to it.
It read “have a good day!” With the cutest little smiling sunshine figure drawn on it.
He smiled at the note, unsticking it from the desk. The person who left it was obviously an artist, with the incredible detail and calligraphic writing, he could tell whoever drew it was talented.
He stuck the note to the inside of his notebook, giving it a permanent home.
.
Over the following weeks, Piotr received more cute sticky notes and even found more art on the chalkboard in the classroom. He was continually impressed, but he just could not figure out who this person was that was leaving him kind notes.
He flipped through his sticky note collection that had accumulated in his notebook, he was so enthralled with the art that he didn’t hear one of his students come in the door.
“Oh, Miss (Y/n)’s drawings” he student said, observing the doodles on the chalkboard.
Piotr perked up.
“Miss (y/n)?” He questioned.
“Yeah. She draws stuff for us all the time.” He said, like it was obvious.
“Like this?” Piotr questioned, holding up his collection of sticky notes.
“Yeah!”
Piotr hid his feelings well, it was part of being a x-man, and, sometimes, a teacher. But this time he couldn’t help how his heart just melted. (Y/n) must have had her class in the same room he did. He already had a huge crush on her, but seeing just how talented she was made his heart soar.
His heart softened more when the thought of ‘she shared her talent with me’ hit him.
The thought left him smiling like a huge dork the rest of the day.
He could see it now:
Him and her; two artists in love. They’d spend their days on the lawn of the x-mansion, drawing anything and everything. The flowers in the garden, the intricate detail work of the mansion, and he’d kill to be able to draw her smiling at him. He passed her in the hall each morning and sometimes saw her randomly throughout the day. Each time she saw him she dazzled him with a smile and now Piotr knew that the simple smile and polite exchanges were more than that. She liked him.
Maybe their first date would be a picnic in the park, they could bring their sketchbooks. Or maybe just dinner.
The thought only occurred just now to Colossus that he actually had to ask her out and then plan the date.
He chuckled to himself because he was being overzealous, but in reality he was the type of person to have things planned out- Whether that be a date, a lesson plan for the students, or an important mission.
Students started coming into the classroom so he had to push those thoughts to the back of his mind for now. But tonight while he slept, he would definitely be plotting the perfect way to ask her out.
Summary- you’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by, a smooth criminal.
Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn’t know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?
Detective!AU
Pairing: Detective!Colossus x Criminal!Reader (she/her pronouns used)
Authors note: sorry this has taken so long. A chapter will be posted twice per week until this fic is finished. Talk about a labor of love lmao. I’ve got a few chapters left. This fic is a mess. She’s my first lol. Happy reading. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Check my bio for Ao3.
Also- I’m going to slowly start to decrease the usage of (y/n) in my fics, it’s giving f me the ick. No shame to others who use it/ like it. This is my preference.
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(Previously on smooth criminal: Victor Creed came for you, nearly killing you. Piotr found you just in time.)
Good morning New York this is Kathleen Sanders with some breaking news. A woman thought to be the impressionist is in critical condition this morning after what appears to be a falling out with a man- a mutant- who is believed to be an-“
Piotr grabbed the remote from the table next to him and shut off the tv.
He glanced to his right at his love who lay unconscious in the hospital bed, they had to do some pretty intense surgery to save her life. She was on a ventilator due to the damage to her lungs.
She was so…
Pale.
The blood loss drained her of her color and she’d yet to gain it back. It was sickening to see her like this.
He almost didn’t recognize her with all the tubes and such sticking out of her.
Almost.
he’d recognize her in any lifetime.
He grabbed her limp hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it gently as if she’d break if he pressed any harder.
Piotr looked down at his blood soaked clothing. It was brown; dried. He dared not leave her side, even to change clothes.
He had seen his fair share of bloody crime scenes and bodies. He was somewhat used to blood and guts. Having his lover’s blood on his body was…different. It wasn’t right.
He didn’t understand, he thought surely y/n was a victim who was at the wrong place at the wrong time, or she was being framed. Something. Something to explain that she was innocent.
Domino came into the room with a look on her face Piotr hadn’t seen before. It made him nervous.
“We need to talk.” She nodded towards the
hallway.
“You’re off the case. If you didn’t guess that already.”
“Da.” He said, his eyes drifting to the file in Dominos hand.
“Let me see it.”
“Colossus I don’t know if you want to do that.”
“Let. me. see. it.” His voice stern, he rarely used that tone with his teammates.
Dom reluctantly handed over the file.
Piotr’s heart sank lower than he thought possible.
There was proof.
Proof his life and his love was a lie.
His mind began spinning more than it already was, which he didn’t think was possible.
The file was filled with photographs of the crime scene.
Bloody shards of glass, the body of a man with claws, blueprints of museums, stolen art, floorboards torn up from under the bed where he and Y/n made so much love. And under the floorboards, a weapons kit along with all the stuff y/n would need to break into a place and steal.
“She’s being set up?” He asked Dom, tears threatening to spill.
She was silent. Her heart breaking for her friend.
“It’s not right! it’s not her!” He said and all but shoved the file into Dominoes hands.
“Im sorry Colossus.” Domino patted his arm.
She then went into y/n’s room to handcuff her to the bed.
Piotr watched her do this, every piece of him protested it. His darling was barely alive, it’s not like she’s going anywhere.
Domino walked out of the room, her own heart heavy having to put cuffs on a friend.
She started to ask Piotr how he was doing, but stopped herself. She knew he was in a bad place, she didn’t need to ask.
“You should go home. Shower. Rest.”
Piotr has been in the hospital he wasn’t sure how long, days, he guessed.
He stared at the floor for a while, his brain struggling to comprehend the situation he was in.
Piotr stared over at her once more, now seeing a stranger in that bed.
He was a man of logic. He saw the photographs, saw her wounds, but his heart couldn’t comprehend that his sweet y/n was the Impressionist.
That she would do this to him.
The more he thought, the more rage bubbled up and took over his body.
He closed the door to y/n’s hospital room, leaving the door handle crushed into nothing but crumpled up metal.
As he nearly ran out of the hospital his vision began narrowing, heart pounding, hands shaking.
He stumbled into a lonely corner, his metal hands gripping either side of the vending machine he came upon. He leaned his forehead onto the cool plastic, taking deep breaths to try and stabilize himself.
He had unknowingly transformed into defense mode, his body’s way of trying to protect him.
After a few moments, he lifted his head, seeing a vague reflection of himself in the machine.
Angry tears spilled from his eyes.
Before he knew it, the vending machine was in crumpled pieces at his feet. His own doing, the simple machine a victim of his rage.
Drinks and snacks had rolled all over the floor amidst him pummeling it to a pulp.
Piotr fell to his knees, floodgates opening- the tears flowing like a mighty river.
Colossus felt a hand on his shoulder.
Domino.
“Come on big guy, let’s get you home.” She said, offering him tissues.
He wordlessly stood, following Dom.
“Looks like the X-Force owes the hospital a new vending machine.” Domino joked, a poor attempt to lift Piotr’s spirits.
“Da.” He replied with a straight face, his tone not apologetic as he usually would have been.
Domino and Colossus walked out of the hospital, both of them worried what the future would hold.
Summary- you've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal.
Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn't know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?
Pairing: Detective!Colossus x Criminal! Reader (she/her pronouns used).
No tags on this one because I am so tired. I'll tag the last chapter so yall can catch up.
After a few days of constant monitoring, by police and doctors, lots of fluids, and voice rest, you had gotten to the point where you could talk. Your lungs and throat no longer burned. But your chest still ached beyond belief. You were covered in bruises and your hospital gown irritated the healing scratches on your back.
You hadn’t seen or heard anything about Colossus. You were desperate to see him.
At the same time, you felt like you didn’t deserve to see him. You didn’t know if you could handle the hurt you knew would be displayed all over his face.
You had convinced the x-force and your lawyer to cut you a deal if you gave up your bosses. You accepted, but you would still do serious prison time. Part of your deal is that you would get to read an apology letter in front of the court and maybe, just maybe colossus and the rest of the x- force would be in the gallery. Along with other spectators and reporters.
Cable turned on the recording device.
“No bullshit.” He said, crossing his arms.
“No bullshit.” You confirmed.
Confession time.
Your eyes darted from your lawyer, to Cable, to Domino.
You breathed in deeply, your exhale wavering.
“I worked for SHIELD, did stealth operations. Me and my team. We were respected, well-paid, and well- trained. We were shield’s prized possession. 100 % mission success rate. Until..”
As you recounted the incident that caused your PTSD, your mind replayed every horrible thing you went through.
You watched the others faces as you recounted your story. Cable remained stone faced as always. Domino and Deadpool’s expressions were only slightly less intense than Cable’s. It was strange to see them but not Piotr. The force seemed…empty without him. You hoped he would at least get to see this recording.
“I was wounded, the only reason I survived is because I was taken in by a kind local family.”
“SHIELD thought there were no survivors so they covered up the whole operation.”
“They acted like my all star team didn’t exist…Until I came back. “
“Even when I confronted them…They acted like I never existed, like I was some crazy conspiracy theorist or something. My files were all erased. There is still no record of me.”
You met the gaze of the x-force members, hoping they’d at-least pity you, but their faces remained the same as before.
You looked down at your fiddling hands, afraid to meet their gaze again.
“I tried to go back to a normal life. But I couldn’t. No one would hire me, couldn’t get a job anywhere.”
You let out a heavy sigh.
“I had no money at the time, no job references, not even a drivers license. No record I even existed!” You cried, your hands shaking, the memories of your injustices making your hands shake with rage.
“I was more than desperate. That’s when Sebastian Shaw approached me for my skillset. He’s the guy you want. He’s got his hands on everything from art theft, to drug smuggling, to blackmailing dirty government officials.”
you were eyeing the machine that monitored your blood pressure. It was rising by the second so you steadied your breathing, trying to calm down.
“He hired me to steal fine art amongst other valuable things. I would deliver the item back to him, he’d sell it on the black market, and I’d get a cut of the money. I ended up in the bookstore as a cover. With the money I get from Shaw...I send my teammates families money. They think it comes from an organization of shield agents killed in action. They don’t know…” you fumbled for the right words.
“..me. They don’t know me. I’d like to keep it that way. Keep their names out of it.”
You fiddled with the IV in your arm, unable to meet anyone’s gaze.
“The guy I killed was Victor Creed uh…sabertooth. He was Shaw’s right hand man.”
You let out a shaky breath.
“I told them I was done. That I wanted out. I wasn’t going to steal anymore, I was gonna turn my life around because I had met someone.”
You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes.
“Someone lovely and nice and good.”
Your throat began to constrict as you tried to stop your tears from falling.
“Victor told me that the only way out is if I was dead. And that’s how I ended up here.”
Unsuccessful at holding them back, the tears fell down your cheeks. You didn’t bother wiping them.
“I never meant to hurt anyone. Especially Piotr.” You stated through quivering lips.
You sniffled, finally wiping your face with your hand.
“T-that’s it. No bullshit.” You told them,
Cable turned off the recording device.
Dom told you and your lawyer that they would be in touch and they quickly left the hospital room.
You sniffled again, tears still spilling over.
“What now?” You asked your lawyer.
“Once they validate your story and you’re well enough to be released, you’ll report to the judge for sentencing. And to read your letter to the court.”
“Okay.”
That was the only thing you could think to say.
You turned away from your lawyer and closed your eyes to try and get some rest.
As they left the room a quick “I’ll be in touch.” Left their lips.
Finally you were alone to stew in all your emotions.
Your thoughts swirled around in your brain. Between your near death experience, surgery, being interrogated by your friends, and constantly thinking about Piotr, you were exhausted. The kind of exhaustion sleep couldn’t fix, everything weighed heavily on your heart.
Maybe things would have been better if you had died. Without your confession, how would the x force know that Victor was connected to Shaw? How would they know for certain you were the impressionist? How would they know for certain you weren’t set up for the crimes?
However, you were alive and telling the truth.
They say that the truth sets you free. All the truth did for you was put you in a jail cell and ensure everyone you cared about hated you.
You jerked your head up when someone open your door.
Summary: Piotr and reader suffer a loss at the hands of the x-men, can they find it within themselves to keep fighting for the good guys?
Warnings: character death, grief, angst.
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The faux fur of your thick winter jacket tickled your neck, the chilly wind blowing the soft fibers directly on you. You wrapped the long fibers around your fingers and gave a tug, easily ripping them out.
As you let the wind blow the fur from your fingers, tears began to well up in your eyes and your throat tightened.
The fibers were gone. Missing from your jacket forever, never to be reunited with the other strands of fur. Gone..for the rest of your life.
You turned your attention to Piotr, tears rolled down his face in a continuous cascade. He was standing right next to you, but he felt a million miles away.
You wished you could comfort him, you wished you knew how. But you could barely console yourself through your own grief.
It was the dead of winter, cold and bitter, but it couldn’t compare to the bitterness within your heart.
There was a point in time when you would’ve laid down your life for your fellow X- Men. A time when you trusted them with your own life. A time when your team truly felt like a family.
A simpler time.
You had many fond memories of your time at Xavier’s Institute. You’d met Piotr there, even married him there. It’s where your first held your son in your arms. You formed unbreakable bonds with your friends, taught and trained many students, Including your son, Ilya.
But now you couldn’t even bear to look at it, couldn’t bear to be in it.
The officiant finished the eulogy and gave a slight nod towards you and Piotr. Together, you two walked up to the simple pine box, Piotr letting out a wavering breath.
You dragged your gloved fingers along the grain. It was a mighty fine piece of woodwork, the best around.
Piotr spoke first,
“до свидания мой сын.” (Goodbye, my son) he said, placing his and Ilya’s favorite book on the casket.
“Покойся с миром, мой ребенок.” (rest in peace, my child) you said and placed a flower on top of the book.
You watched as your fellow X-men placed trinkets and things on the casket. Ilya was loved by so many.
You buried him on the highest hillside on Piotr’s family’s farm. You and Piotr declined to bury him at the mansion, you wanted him to rest in peace, to be far away from the life that got him killed.
You couldn’t help but feel hatred towards your team, they were supposed to keep each other safe. It was a stupid mistake..but it cost your son, your only child, his life. It was so easily preventable, yet it still happened. The team knew your anxiety and your worries, they knew their promise to keep him safe. They knew struggle you had to go through to have your son. He was just learning to be a X-Man. He was so eager to follow in your and Colossus’ footsteps. Ilya was so excited to go on his first mission.
He had been going on missions since he was 16. You and Piotr were so damn proud of him, you’d just started letting him go on missions without you and his father.
You were regretting that decision right about now.
You remembered Piotr saying “the boy is 21 years old ,my dear, he will be okay…he’s the best parts of you and me. Besides, we are getting old, time to let the young students take care of things.”
And of course you sassed back with a comment about how he’s getting old, not you…even though your joints popped when got got out of bed in the morning and you went to bed at the ripe old time of 9pm. Oh the life of an X-Man.
“Some life” you scoffed to yourself.
You and Piotr had given decades of your lives to the X-Men and this was your reward?? Unimaginable grief? Pain?
.
Over the next few months, Piotr only grew more distant, your grief driving a wedge between you two. You thought things were looking up when he said he had something planned for the two of you.
But your stomach turned when the car pulled up to the residence of none other than sworn enemy of the X-Men, Magneto.
“Piotr w-what’s happening?” You asked, your voice panic-stricken.
He turned towards you and took your hands in his.
“My feelings of anger, hurt, and betrayal have not gone away since Ilya’s funeral. I no longer feel like part of the X-Men. So I have sought a place where I do belong…where we belong.” He explained, rubbing his thumbs along the back of your hands.
“But Magneto’s brotherhood?!” You nearly yelled.
“Please..hear them out (y/n), hear me out.”
You took a deep breath.
“Okay.” You surrendered.
You two walked up to the elegant front door, a botanical pattern was delicately carved into the pine.
Pine.
Piotr knocked and not even two seconds later, Eric Lehnsherr opened the door. Must’ve been expecting you.
“Hello, Piotr.”
“привет.”(hello) He greeted, you could tell this wasn’t their first meeting.
“(Y/n). My condolences.” Magneto extended his hand and you hesitantly shook it.
“Thanks.” You said, stepping inside.
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After that night at Magneto’s you and Piotr had decided to give each other some much needed time and space away from each other and the X-mansion.
You were just starting to feel okay when there was a knock at your door.
It was Scott and Ororo.
“We got wind that Colossus is being held at Magneto’s place.”
“Held?”
They nodded.
You knew that no one could really “hold” Colossus, you’d seen him plow his way through many enemies, so you figured something else was up.
Your stomach began to churn, there’s no way he actually joined Magneto right? Piotr, your lawful good, protein bar- eating, wouldn’t hurt an innocent fly, husband..surely not, right?
You got in the car with Ororo, Scott, Logan, Kurt, and Charles.
You exchanged polite greetings but nothing further. They felt distant from you, your loss leaving you a shell of your former self.
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Residence of the brotherhood of evil mutants.
The car pulled to a halt outside of the house. You were the last to exit the car, standing behind everyone else.
You were greeted by Eric standing in the doorway.
“Where’s Colossus?” Scott asked, getting straight to the point, leaving to time for pleasantries.
Magneto wordlessly stepped aside, letting Piotr step outside. You almost didn’t recognize him. His once colorful, red and yellow uniform, now black and gray. Sad.
Everyone was shocked to see him there, willingly, including you.
“Colossus, my friend, what- what’s going on? Let’s go home.” Kurt begged.
He walked down the steps, getting closer to the people who he once considered his family.
“Life as an x-man..It has taken my son from me, it has taken a toll on my body, taken time away from me that could’ve been spent with my wife. What will you take next? My freedom?! My own life?!”
“Colossus it was an accident! We all miss Ilya dearly.”
“You do not miss him like I do, like we do.” Colossus said, pointing towards you.
“This is crazy Colossus, come on.” Scott begged.
Piotr let out a heavy sigh.
“What hurts the most is-“ he paused, feeling tears well up. But now wasn’t a time for tears. “You all acting like he never existed, ignoring the pain myself and (y/n) are feeling! Not one of you volunteered to teach our classes, help with his memorial, and not one of you sorry, selfish, pricks protected him!”
The team was quiet, reflecting on Piotr’s words. They did help with those things, but they guessed it wasn’t in the way Piotr needed.
You had never seen him so angry.
You walked to the forefront of the group, not believing your eyes. Your sweet husband, turning away from everything good.
“Piotr…” you started, your voice cracking. You hadn’t seen him in months.
Upon seeing you, he transformed out of defense mode and closed the gap between him and you, his scowl softening.
You stopped a moment to take him in. His eyes were tired, his hair more gray than the last time you saw him. His frown lines were more engraved on his face, he hadn’t shaved in a while either.
Just then and only then, you saw just how much losing Ilya, being a part from you, and losing his X-family affected him. His heart was shattered.
“Baby, please, come home.” You pleaded, your voice threatening to break.
He only stared at you.
Wordlessly, he held out his hand, wanting you to take it. To join him.
You hesitated, the events of recent months played over in your mind.
You reached out to take his hand, but stopped half way. You drowned out the rest of the team yelling at you to stop.
“They care about me, (y/n). About us, about mutant kind. They take care of their own, not leaving them to be slaughtered like livestock.”
You glanced back at the others, desperately trying to get to you, but were being held back by Magneto’s powers.
You turned your attention back to Colossus, his hand still outstretched.
You hesitated once again, debating whether or not to take his hand. You met his gaze, those baby blue eyes told you everything you needed to know.
You’d made your decision.
-END-
Authors Note: whaoahhh ambiguous ending! Let me know what you would’ve decided.
Pairing: Colossus/ Piotr Rasputin x HopelessRomantic!Reader
Summary: After Piotr’s heartbreak, he decides to give up on love, but then, he meets you. But of course with a new relationship comes complications and hesitations. Can Pete overcome his pain and insecurities or will his heart remain cold as he pushes you away?
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Authors note: many thanks to you all for hanging in there with me through my writers block, and specifically being patient with this story. Special thanks to @reiner-exodus-rasputin for helping me out with this fic! I’ve made reader a hopeless romantic, I just think it fits. I figured I owed you guys a long chapter after not updating this for *looks at calendar* 3 fucking years. Reblogs/comments help me out a lot. Thanks for reading! Also I know tipping is exclusively an American thing so yeah that just how it be. Also please read at the end about tag list!
Warnings: none
A cool shiver went down your spine after Piotr ..or.. Peter shut the door.
Oh my god he’s so cute, In a scruffy and ragged kind of way. Maybe he’ll order again and your paths will cross once more. You shoved the generous tip money in your bag and went on about your evening, definitely not daydreaming about the muscly, scruffy tall man with big blue eyes.
“I’m in love!” You barged into the cafe ready to spill all the details of your recent encounter to your coworkers.
It was after closing time so you could be as unabashed about your feelings as you wanted.
The kitchen staff collectively let out a sigh. Let’s just say this definitely wasn’t the first time you barged in telling everyone you were in love
“Who is is this time y/n?” Jeannie asked with exasperated tone.
“Oh hush, you love it.” You teased back.
She rolled her eyes at you as she wiped down the counter.
“It was this guy I just delivered to. He was tall and handsome! In a rugged kind of way.”
You grabbed a pile of dishes and put them in the sink. You happily helped close up while filling others in on every detail of your encounter with Peter.
“You’re such a hopeless romantic.” Jeannie teased.
“Yeah, well, what can I say.” You said hanging up your apron.
As you and the other staff departed for the night, you wished them a goodnight and went home. Thankfully you’d be back on day shift soon after picking up a few nights for some extra cash.
…
It had been weeks since your encounter with...Piotr..or Peter. You had resumed your normal routine, because why wouldn’t you? It’s not like you thought about his pretty blue eyes all the time or that spark when your hands touched.
Unfortunately, it was the end of your 15 minute break, so time to stop daydreaming about him and get back to waiting tables. Not that you were a romantic, (you definitely were but to admit it would result in endless teasing from your work friends) but something just felt different.
You were working your usual morning shift at the cafe today, it was uneventful so far. You were thankful for that though. Working with the public, you never knew what you were getting into.
You walked over to the broad shouldered man sitting in the corner booth.
“Good morning, my name is y/n and I’ll be taking care of you today. What can I get started for you?”
He looked up and a pair of familiar blue eyes looked back at you.
It was Piotr
Your swore you saw a flash of recognition grace his features.
“Good morning.” He said flashing you a polite smile. As he placed his breakfast order, you noticed a few things.
He looked a lot better than when you first saw him, he was clean shaven, didn’t smell like booze and he had gotten a haircut.
“Sure coming right up!” You said overly cheerful at 8:00 in the morning.
Damn, chill y/n it’s too early for all that. You told yourself.
You weren’t sure if you should say anything about when you met Peter before. On one hand that would be super weird, and on the other hand that’d still be really weird, y/n come on.
After giving it some thought, you decided not to. Unless he said something. But it didn’t seem like he was going to.
..
Colossus decided to get back into his old hobbies again, hoping it would bring him out of his funk. The cafe sat at the entrance to a city park so he had brought his sketch pad with him, hoping to get some quick doodles in. Plus maybe he would see that pretty lady, (y/n). He decided to start off easy by drawing the flowers that were blooming in the planter that hung on the railing of the cafe’s patio.
“Okay here you are, Peter, Anything else?”
Shit! Fuck. just called his name. Maybe he didn’t notice.
He looked up from the paper he was scribbling on.
“This will be all, y/n thank you.”
Oh, shit. He called you by name, with emphasis on the name. He definitely remembered.
“Great.”
You turned and headed to the kitchen cursing yourself.
You looked over your shoulder at the dark haired man once more.
He was concentrated on his drawing.
‘Don’t fuck this up y/n.’ you thought to yourself.
You barged into the kitchen, hoping Jeannie was there.
Your eyes darted around the room until you found her- that gorgeous red hair always caught your eye.
“Jeannie, wait!” You ran over to her.
“I’m busy, (y/n).” She explained as he held a plate of food in each hand.
“I know…but..He’s here!”
“Who?”
“Peter!”
“Peter?”
“You know..Peter.”
Her brown knitted in confusion.
“The one she is in love with! Most recent!” One of the line cooks shouted out.
“Thank you Jeremy!” You exclaimed. At least someone listened to you.
“Oh yeah. Well, good. Maybe you can actually talk to him.”
“No. You don’t understand! I called him by name.”
She laughed. “(Y/n) you are overthinking this, just chill.” She said and walked out the kitchen doors to the dining room.
Just chill. Just chill. You thought to yourself.
Thankfully you were pretty chill throughout the rest of your time with Peter. Chill meaning being able to serve him without combusting.
When you went back to get the ticket from his table, he had already left, but he gave you a good tip and doodled a little drawing on the receipt. It was a flower; a tulip to be exact.
You decided to keep it for yourself. The cafe won’t miss one receipt.
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Summary: Request “reader and colossus having fun at an arcade.”
@chromecutie requested this from me a while ago and I’ll be honest I forgot abt it so sorry K! I love you!
After the latest chapter of smooth criminal I posted last Friday being so angsty I’m posting some fluff for my and your sake. So here’s this quick little thing.
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“Soooo where are we going babe?” You asked Colossus as he held the car door open for you.
“Darling for the hundredth time I cannot tell you, it is surprise.”
“Must be somewhere fancy, since you had me put on my fancy clothes.” You stated, hopping in the passenger seat.
Piotr didn’t say anything as he got into the drivers seat and started the car.
You and him were celebrating your anniversary and from the looks he has something big planned.
You two were dressed to the nines, Piotr looked absolutely divine in his suit.
You were thinking maybe he planned an evening at an art gallery followed by fancy restaurant.
Needless to say you were surprised when the car pulled up to an arcade.
But it wasn’t just any arcade.
It was where you and Piotr went on your first date so long ago.
“Surprise!” Piotr cheerfully exclaimed.
“The arcade?” You questioned. As you two got out of the car.
“Da! To recreate first date!”
“Piotr that’s so sweet of you! I love it. I love you.” You gushed, standing on your top toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Lets go” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.
Once inside you noticed the place was empty except for a few employees.
“Why’s there no one else here?”
“I rented the place out for the evening. To save embarrassment when I kick your butt.”
“Oh it is on!” You challenged him, immediately going for the skeeball machine.
You remembered when Piotr had first moved to America. The two of you instantly clicked, becoming best friends and lovers not long after that. Piotr had never been to an arcade before, so you took it upon yourself to take him. Being teenagers, it was all you two could do to scrape enough money together for a gaming pass. He was terrible at the games at first, but with your help, got the hang of them quickly. Warm feelings filled your chest as you remembered the early days of your relationship.
After an hour or two of kicking Piotr’s butt at arcade games, you had acquired enough tickets for a decent prize.
You got up close to the counter to get a good eye on your prize while Piotr stood a bit behind you.
“Hmmmm…what should I pick Petey? The stuffed animal maybe? Or maybe the dart board? Would be good for the kiddos back at the mansion.”
“How about this?” He said.
You turned around to behold Piotr down on one knee, holding a ring box.
Before Piotr could give the loving- and let’s be honest- lengthy speech he had prepared, you flung your self into his arms.
“Yes, yes, yes, Piotr! Of course I will!” You exclaimed, kissing his face all over.
“Da?” He questioned. “You will marry me?”
“Yes!” You said, happy tears now streaming down your face.
He got up off his knee and scooped you up, spinning you around.
He sat you back down ever so gently, it was then you let him place the ring on your finger.
He looked at you, complete love and adoration in his eyes.
You couldn’t wait to officially become Mrs. Rasputin.
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Summary: @mystikalstalker asked “Hey! I love your blog and writings and if
you are not too busy I have a story idea. Reader (Ex-x-man or just normal person) is dating Piotr, but has not told him about her prosthetic legs. Ps. I
really love you, keep going!”
A/n - so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it. Ps. I love you too! pps. some tags didnt work. comments and reblogs help me out the most I hope you enjoy!
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You plopped yourself down on the couch, letting out a big sigh. You had just finished deep cleaning your apartment. As you wiped the sweat from your brow, you caught a whiff of yourself, you definitely needed a shower before Piotr came over for the first time tonight. You hadn’t been dating the metal man long, so you still wanted to make a good impression.
You propped your feet up on the coffee table, the sun from the window reflecting off the metal in your prosthetics.
You stared at them, wondering what Piotr would think when you showed him tonight.
Would he treat you different? Would he be disappointed you haven’t told him sooner?
Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone buzzing.
A text from Piotr.
Need me to bring anything tonight?
No, just your handsome self, you replied.
Piotr only replied with blushing, smiling emojis. He’s such a dork and you really liked that about him.
‘Right. A shower’ you reminded yourself.
You wandered to the bathroom, admiring how clean your apartment was.
You sat down in your shower chair and released the prosthetics from your legs. ahhh sweet relief. It was like taking off your bra after a long day, but better.
You lathered to your soap and began to wash, you felt the end of the amputation spot. You remembered the incident like it was yesterday. Memories of your time on Xavier’s team flooded your mind. Being a X-man was physically, emotionally, and mentally difficult. The mission when you lost your legs has left you with a particularly sour memory.
But there was no time for sour memories now.
…
You smoothed out your floor length dress and did some final touch ups before Piotr arrived. You had lit candles, bought wine, and even cooked a fancy meal for you and Piotr to share tonight. However, the one thing you hadn’t done was tell Piotr about your prosthetic legs, but that would change tonight...Hopefully
Ding dong! The doorbell sang out.
You opened the door to see a very well dressed Colossus holding a bouquet of flowers. Your heart flutters at the gesture.
you greet him with a hug and a kiss and he gladly returns your affections.
“Please, come in.” You said, swinging the door open wide.
“Wow y/n, you’ve outdone yourself.” Piotr complimented. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of dinner.
“This smells amazing!”
“We’ll then let’s eat some!” You replied, all the anxiety leaving your body with Piotr’s presence
..
The two of you had moved the couch after dinner to watch the show you’d been wanting to start together.
your focus was anywhere but the TV. You had put off telling Piotr long enough. Best to rip the Band-Aid off right?
“Piotr? Can we talk?” You questioned, your heart racing and your palms growing sweaty; nervous how he would react.
“Da. Of course.” He replied, pausing the show.
You fiddled with your dress, looking anywhere but Piotr.
After a painfully long moment, he took your hands in his, focusing your attention on only him.
“Piotr, I really like you. And I want to be with you, in an official capacity.”
“Oh y/n I-”
“Wait.” You interrupted. “Before you respond I need to show you something.”
He paused, eager to hear what you had to say.
“Remember how I told you I was on Xavier’s team back in the day?”
He nodded.
“Well, being on the team took a lot more from me than just my sanity.” You explained.
Slowly you reached for your dress, pulling it up to your thighs so Piotr could see.
Piotr’s eyes grew wide with surprise.
After a moment he spoke.
“о Господи, (my god) I am so sorry such things happened to you, y/n.”
Piotr leaned forward and pulled you into a hug. “Thank you for telling me.”
You let out a sigh of relief and wrapped your arms around Piotr, returning his hug.
It felt good to be liked for who you were, all of you.
Summary: Piotr falls in love with you, an art historian. He doesn’t know that you have a secret double life as an ex-spy turned art thief selling your stolen art to Sebastian Shaw. What happens when your two worlds collide?
Warnings: sad professor X, knives, mention of weapons.
Authors note: please read about tags at the end! I’ve re-written this many times trying to get the pacing of the story right without having this chapter being way too fucking long. So here’s what we’ve got! There’s just a few more chapters and this fic will be done!! Im so excited. Ps I’m a Charles x Eric shipper but for the purpose of this story I’ve got Charles x Moira.
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Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
1407 Graymalkin Lane, Westchester County, New York.
You walked up the stone path to what was once a blossoming school. Students ran amok while the teachers kept a watchful eye on the young mutants.
But time had taken it’s toll on the place and the man who ran it. Last you heard, Charles Xavier was a bit of a lost cause these days. You went to knock on the door but before your fist could make contact with the wooden door, it opened, revealing a sickly looking Charles. It saddened you to see an old friend in such a state.
Loneliness and guilt plagued him.
The guilt of past actions haunted you both, it seemed.
“Hello y/n” he said. “I heard your thoughts as soon as you stepped out from the car. Please come in”.
“I thought your powers didn’t work with Hank’s cure’?” You inquired, stepping into the mansion.
“Ah, can’t seem to turn the mind completely off.” He stated, tapping his temple with his index finger.
Ever since Charles had erased Moira Mactaggert’s memories he has become a recluse. He didn’t care, he was depressed and angry. His true love didn’t even know his name. He had shut down the school, opting to be alone with the exception of a visit from old friends every now and then.
“I suppose you didn’t come here to reminisce on old times.” He stated rather than questioned.
Ah yes old times.
You worked with Moria to help keep Xavier’s mansion off the CIA and SHIELD’s radar. You and she had prevented many a sticky situation on the professors behalf.
And now you needed him to repay that favor.
“No, I didn’t come for reminiscing. Um.. I have a..problem with someone with a strong healing factor. I need them dead. Not gone, not injured, but dead. I’ve got cash.”
The professor scoffed. “Money..” he mumbled. “Who needs it.”
“Do you?“ you questioned.
“No, my dear. Money is no fun unless you’ve got someone to spend it on. Come on now.”
He said, motioning you to follow him downstairs.
“You’re not trying to kill Wolverine are you?” He joked.
“No, his brother Sabertooth, actually.” You said, deadpan.
The professor seemed a bit shocked at your confession.
“Always getting ourselves into sticky situations, aren’t we?”
“Yes.” You replied. “I wish Moria was here to help get me out of this one.”
Charles remained quiet as the two of you approached the weapons vault. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her up.
The vault opened revealing weapons of all kinds.
Hoping he’d give you the biggest one, you were disappointed when the professor put a small dagger in your hands.
You looked at him with disbelief, he didn’t have to read your mind to tell that wasn’t what you were expecting.
“This blade is made from carbonadium.”
Your face scrunched into confusion.
“It is a radioactive metal that is vastly stronger than steel, but more malleable than adamantium. It can slow a healing factor to a stop.”
It was then and only then that you realized the challenge that laid out in front of you.
Victor was a brute. He was tough and mean. Animalistic would be a more fitting adjective. He was also impulsive and reckless when his judgement was clouded by revenge and anger. Meanwhile you were calculating, cautious, and able to keep your cool.
“Thank you, Charles.”
“Not a problem.” He said, closing the vault and walking you back upstairs.
“It’s a shame you have to live such a lie after what SHIELD did to you.”
“It’s not a complete lie..” you explained. “I’ve found something so pure and..right despite it all.”
The professor quirked a brow.
You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Piotr.
“Yeah, I um-“
“Want to talk about it over tea?” Charles questioned.
“I would Charles, but that pure and good thing I found..doesn’t know I’m here and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“I understand, off you go then.” He said, walking you out the front door.
“Thanks again, Charles.”
He gave you a small wave and closed the door.
You looked at the dagger in your hand and took a deep breath.
Oh what had you gotten yourself into?
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\ weeks later /
You let out a long sigh, it had been a long day of selling books, talking about books, talking about books about art history, hanging a few replica paintings in the bookshop, helping some students with projects. Just book stuff..No crime, no lies, no Victor.
You left the inventory and cash counting for tomorrow, Piotr was picking you up for dinner and you couldn’t wait. He had been working overtime for the past two weeks and you missed him dearly.
You stepped outside the door, enjoying the light breeze that swept through. Maybe you could convince Piotr could go for a walk after dinner. The warmer months made it great for post- dinner sunset watching.
You turned to lock the door. While doing so you heard heavy footsteps from someone walking up behind you, a cool shiver made its way down your spine.
“Did you miss me?”
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Dun dun dun..a cliff hanger! Is it Piotr? Is it the professor? Is it Victor? Is it an old colleague from SHIELD? find out next week when chapter 15 is published. Love you all!
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