hi!! excited to see that match-ups are open 👉👈 if i could get platonic or romantic match-ups for x-men, doctor who & tolkien? surprise me on the type, i'd like to see who wants to be friends and who would fall in love, lol. any gender is fine ❤️
about me: i use they/them pronouns! i am 23. i'm 5'7", a little chubby but muscular, i have grey-blue eyes and very punk hair. currently a deathhawk split dyed purple and black for halloween, but i'm always doing different colors. for the sake of the hobbits i will tell you my natural hair is brown, lol. i dress butch: combat boots, cuffed jeans, muscle shirts and tank tops.
i think of myself as wise, creative, and willful. i am very open-minded and *extremely* introverted. i am an artist!! i write, i draw, i crochet and sculpt and craft! i have a whole bunch of mental illnesses so i can be quite sensitive or melancholic at times (overstimulated and burned out). i often come off as intimidating to strangers, but i'm never cruel, just blunt. i'm actually really kind and gentle once you get to know me. i'm a big ol commie punk, willing to punch a nazi but also to volunteer at a soup kitchen 💪 for the sake of the x-men one, i imagine i'd have a mutation involving superhuman intuition (spidey-senses) & energy shields.
i like people in life who can handle my dominant personality and appreciate someone who likes to take care of them. i can be protective and i like to provide. ideally, i'd also have someone who wants to take care of me in the same way. i like people who are both understanding & capable of being gentle, but also strong and willing to make waves.
i hope this is not too much ❤️❤️ thank you so much if you do or don't answer this one! i read you match-ups every time i see them on the dash and always enjoy them even when they aren't mine! love your writing ❤️
Hello!
I'd love to write you some matchups!
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And thank you for your kind words!
I hope you like yours!
Enjoy!
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Romantic and Platonic Matchups; X-Men, Doctor Who, and The Lord Of The Rings
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Romantic;
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X-Men;
Piotr Rasputin (Colossus) -
Very much a mixture of comic and X2 Piotr
You first met Piotr while helping Charles
You'd been a long-time family friend of Charles, occasionally assisting him with calming overstimulated students or sensing when a situation was about to go wrong
Your mutation made you invaluable in those moments
When Piotr entered the room that day, his sheer size surprised you in the Danger Room
He expected a professor, not someone with punk hair, cuffed jeans, and a glint in their eye that said "I can handle myself, thank you very much"
Piotr introduced himself, extending a hand to yours
You felt the faint buzz of your intuition when you touched him
Not a warning this time
But a strange rightness
As if your body - your soul - recognized his steadiness before your heart did
It didn't take long for your friendship to form
You'd often be sketching in the courtyard while Piotr trained
He'd always pause to check on you
"You have eaten, da?" He'd ask with that faintly amused look
You found that you could talk to him easily
Even though you were usually drained by others
His calm steadiness balanced your intensity
when you burned bright and loud, he was your quiet gravity
He admired your bluntness
Calling it "refreshing honesty"
While you loved that he never flinched at your darker moods or your need for solitude
Sometimes, he'd sit with you while you worked on a sculpture, handing you tools too delicately for someone with hands like his
You'd tease him about his carefulness
Piotr started to notice how your intuition often protected others before yourself
He admired your courage but worried about how quickly you gave pieces of yourself away
He started leaving small things for you
A thermos of tea after late training sessions
A repaired sketchbook he'd found
Even a pendant once
You noticed the way he'd always turn slightly when you entered a room, his posture softening instantly
How his deep laugh seemed to linger only for you
You'd find excuses to linger near him, too
Claiming you were helping the other kids, when really, you just liked the way he made the world feel safer
The confession happened one evening after training and classes
You'd taken a hit in the Danger Room, your shields you usually used from a part of your dual mutation flickering
Piotr rushed to you, scooping you up before you could protest
"Piotr, I'm fine"
"You are not," He said firmly, "You are always protecting others, let me protect you"
Something in the way he said it
That small crack in his composure
Broke through your walls
You looked at him, really looked, and said, "You already do"
His expression softened completely then
And when he leaned in, and pressed a soft lingering kiss to your forehead, you knew
Life with Piotr feels safe and grounding
He cooks for you
Hearty Russian meals
You return the favor by making art for him
Sketches, sculptures, even small doodles
You both have a domestic kind of rhythm
Morning coffee shared in silence, gentle teasing, long walks on the grounds with his arm around you
He loves brushing your hair, fascinated by the ever-changing colors
You tease him often
When your senses get overstimulated, he simply stays nearby
Skin cool against your palm, grounding you back to calm
When he feels burdened by his own strength, you remind him of his gentleness
Small warning, this boy walks around without a shirt
A LOT
Picnics in secluded gardens
he carries everything while you carry your art supplies
Sparring matches that either end with laughter or flirting
Cozy nights where you sculpt while he reads aloud
Deep, rolling Russian accent filling the space
Visiting art galleries during Charles' approved museum trips
And sometimes, you'll dance together under the pale moonlight
Your combat boots and his bare feet
Both laughing as his hands settle on your waist, careful, always careful
~~~
Doctor Who;
Clara Oswald -
You met Clara Oswald when time itself was collapsing
A futuristic London under siege from an alien parasite
You had been one of the few left trying to fight back
Then the TARDIS appeared
Blue, impossible, and humming with power
Out stepped a madman in a bowtie and a woman with fierce eyes and a smile that made your heart flip
Clara approached you with that fearless curiosity of hers, immediately intrigued by your punk hair
From there, you fought side by side
Afterward, she convinced the Doctor to bring you along "for just one trip"
It became many
At first, traveling with Clara and the Doctor was overwhelming
Your introverted nature clashed with their endless chatter
But Clara had a knack for understanding you
Often pulling you aside when things got too loud
You'd sit on cliffs, her shoulder pressed against yours, talking about art, about Earth, about what it meant to feel too much
Clara loved your artistic eyes
She'd ask you to draw places you visited, saying your sketches made her remember them better
You made her laugh with your dry humor, and she teased you endlessly for your stoic expressions when something unbelievable happened
Feelings crept in slowly
The kind that simmered between adventures and unspoken glances
You'd find her watching you when she thought you weren't paying attention
When you'd get injured protecting her, she'd gently scold you, hands trembling, "Don't do that again. You don't get to scare me like that"
You admired how fearless she was
How she faced time itself with compassion
She admired how real you were
Grounded, raw, unflinchingly honest
It happened after a near-death encounter on an alien moon
You were both breathless, leaning against the TARDIS wall
She laughed shakily, "We keep almost dying together. I think the universe is trying to tell me something"
You blinked, smirking, "Like what?"
"That I'm in love with you"
You were stunned for half a heartbeat before grinning, "Took you long enough"
The kiss was quick, breathless, and perfect
The kind that felt like falling through time and landing exactly where you belonged
Your relationship is one of quiet chaos and steady care
When you're burned out, she insists on staying in the TARDIS library with your for hours
She'll steal your muscle shirts
Clara keeps little mementos from every trip
One of your sketches, a feather from a planet, a scrap of fabric
You find her love notes in your sketchbook
Stargazing while sitting on the TARDIS' doorway
Painting nebulae together
Cozying up in a café after an adventure, drinking coffee
Wandering through marketplaces, hand-in-hand
~~~
Lord Of The Rings;
Aragorn -
After the War of the Ring
Gondor entered a golden age
And so did its art
You were one of the kingdom's rising artists
Commissioned to paint the newly crowned King
When you first met King Aragorn, you expected formality
Instead, he was kind, warm, and quietly curious about you
His gaze thoughtful, as if he already sensed the depth in your soul
You painted him many times
At first professionally
Later as a friend
During long sessions, you'd talk about the nature of leadership, of loneliness, of what it means to bear responsibility
He admired your courage to speak your mind
Your unwillingness to bend to court etiquette
You teased him for his "royal brooding," and he teased you for your "unorthodox" techniques
he often asked for your opinion on his reforms
He valued your wisdom and the way you always spoke truth
Even when it was hard or stung
Over time, you became one of the few people with whom he could relax with without the weight of a crown pressing down
It started with small things
The way his voice softened when he said your name
How his eyes lingered when you laughed
You'd catch him watching you paint, that subtle smile tugging at his lips
You found yourself sketching him when you didn't realize you were even doing such a thing
You try drawing a tree, it turns into Aragorn
You try drawing a bird, it turns into Aragorn
Memorizing the lines of his face
Not as a King
But as a man
One evening, after a storm
He found you in the gardens sketching the rain-soaked roses
"You see beauty where others can not," He murmured, kneeling beside you, "I envy that"
The confession came after months of careful restraint
You'd finished a portrait
Your best yet
And as you revealed it
He stood quietly, eyes glistening
"You've captured me too well," He said softly
When you tilted your heard in confusion, he continued, "You've painted the man I am only when I'm with you"
You almost dropped your brush
He stepped closer, hand gentle at your jaw
He kissed you then, slow and reverent
Being with Aragorn feels like standing in sunlight
He treats you as his equal
Not as a royal artist or as a court subject
But as a partner
You still paint, often sketching him in moments of peace
Reading, tending the gardens, spending time with the many children in Gondor
He'll sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and whisper, "Another masterpiece, meleth nín"
He loves watching you work, sometimes sitting nearby just to listen to the scratch of your brush
You help him unwind, grounding him when the politics grow heavy
He, in turn, brings you balance
Walks through the gardens, late-night talks by the fire, his hand brushing yours as he passes you in the halls
Riding together beyond the city walls
Sharing quiet breakfasts on the balcony overlooking Gondor
Teaching you Elvish phrases
Visiting art festivals he funds in your honor
Dancing at midsummer feasts
When you're together, the crown doesn't matter
The world doesn't matter
there's only the hum of paint against canvas
His steady heartbeat behind you
And the soft truth that the King of Gondor fell in love not with a noble, but with the artist who truly saw him for him
~~~
Platonic;
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X-Men;
Charles Xavier -
You've known Charles practically since childhood
Your family and him were close
And you've always been "the one with the sixth sense"
When your powers started manifesting, Charles immediately asked you to join him at his mansion school
he'd spend a lot of time sitting across from you, notebooks open, jotting observations while you tested your intuitive reflexes
You're one of the very few people Charles completely relaxes around
You don't mince words, which he respects
You keep him grounded when he gets too idealistic or lost in the world of the school
he often invites you to the mansion's greenhouse to talk
Away from the chaos of students and classes
He loves hearing your thoughts on art and philosophy
And there's a quiet reverence in the way he listens, his head slightly tilted, eyes half-smiling like he's genuinely learning something new from you every time
You both share a love for quiet companionship
He reads aloud while you sketch
Sometimes, he asks you to accompany him during lessons
You end up becoming an unofficial mentor figure for some of the younger kids
The one they come to when they need advice from someone who "gets it"
Charles jokes that you're the mansion's guardian angel
He deeply admires your willpower
The way you manage to balance sensitivity with strength
You've caught him glancing at you more than once with that look and his voice in your head saying "thank you"
Especially after a hard day
You never need words for comfort; you just know when he needs someone near
Sitting beside him in silence
He finds your presence centering
You remind him that even the strongest minds need rest
~~~
Doctor Who;
11th Doctor -
The TARDIS lands and the Doctor and Clara finds themselves saving a futuristic London with you
The Doctor - once Clara convinces him to let you join them - is instantly intrigued
You're an artist
He starts rhapsodizing about how "art is the universe trying to understand itself"
Or something like that
Clara rolls her eyes but you laugh
he adores your creativity and the slight chaotis energy that pairs with it
You're one of the rare people who can keep up with his mind
You don't let his eccentric rambling scare you off
Instead, you meet him halfway with blunt humor
he encourages you to create everywhere you go
For all his manic energy, the Doctor softens around you
He notices how easily overstimulation can overwhelm you, so he makes sure to slow things down when you need it
Turning off the TARDIS lights, making tea, and just sitting quietly beside you while fidgeting like a wild rabbit with ADHD
In turn, you keep him feeling joy
And not feeling alone
Your bluntness keeps his ego in check
And your gentleness reminds him of compassion and empathy
To him, you're proof that even in a universe full of chaos, some people choose to be kind
~~~
Lord Of The Rings;
Faramir;
After Aragorn's coronation, you were commissioned to create murals and carvings of the new rightful King
Faramir was often there
(For some reason)
Overseeing, helping, and ensuring the workers were treated well
But you didn't spend as much time with Faramir until after you started courting Aragorn
One day, when you were sketching by candlelight, he approached, asking you about what you were working on
his voice was soft, polite
You quickly became confidants
You'd talk about philosophy, about peace, about how art could heal the wounds left by sorrow
He admired your straightforwardness
How you spoke with conviction
But never with cruelty
You admired his steadiness and compassion
He trusts you implicitly
You see the goodness in him when others see only duty
When your melancholy hits, he sits with you in silence, hands clasped, presence unwavering
He doesn’t try to fix you, just stays
You call him “Captain Steadfast,” and he smiles that soft, rare smile that feels like sunlight through leaves
You’ve become like family
A trusted soul who knows his heart better than most
(You are a college student finishing your last year at Harvard University studying anesthesiology and waiting to finish your master’s degree in Medicine. But you are hiding a secret, you are a mutant. You’ve been a mutant ever since you were a toddler. You can turn yourself invisible at will and can make force fields. Even though you can turn yourself invisible, you still fell like an outsider from the other students. You would get disgusted looks from them and they would call you names. But you didn’t give a damn because you were doing this for a good cause. One day you were visited by unknown strangers asking you for your help. In the future you have a granddaughter named Holden who carries your mutant gene and her codename is Sightless.)
The story will start off with your Granddaughter who looks exactly like you and is still alive in the future.
(I do not own the X-men saga or any Marvel related. That includes the songs, Gifs, actors and actresses. NONE! Only Holden)
(3rd’s POV)
Hell.
That’s what the future was.
Hell.
War.
And death.
Years ago, in the year 1973, The ‘Sentinels’ project began.
A robot that can adapt any mutants power, created by a military scientist and owner of Trask Industries. Bolivar Trask.
Trask was assassinated by Mystique before he could continue the project. But she was then captured and was experimented by the influenced government that wanted to go ahead with the project in fear of Trask’s assassination by a mutant.
And unfortunately, her DNA finished the key that they needed to finish the Sentinels project.
For years they’ve been redesigning until finally, they perfected the mutant killing machine.
And when they were released to the world, a hell breaks loose.
The Sentinels began to exterminate mutants. Some were bad, but most of them were innocent. The Sentinels gave no sympathy the humans that wanted to help the mutants.
The X-men tried to stop the Sentinels once, but sadly they were defeated. And so, they’re fight turned into hiding.
Life for a mutant is about surviving now.
And no matter where they go.
Nowhere is safe.
(Holden’s POV)
February 6, 2023.
It was my parents' wedding anniversary yesterday. I lighted up a candle through the whole night to celebrate it.
Nana used to tell me that as long as you have love in your heart and shared it with the people you care about. You will never feel alone.
And yet I do still.
Grandpa was murdered by a group of followers of the bastards that continued the Sentinels project. They came to his and Nana's home and was drag outside only to be shot in the head.
My parents and Nana died to buy me some time to escape the Sentinels when they came to the school.
I never forgive myself for leaving them, but I knew that I needed to be strong in order to continue to fight. It’s what they wanted me to do.
Right now I am sitting on a chair. Waiting for Professor X and the others.
How long will it take for the-
“Time’s up!” Blink suddenly appeared with Warpath.
“Sentinels!” Warpath called with alarmed.
Okay, not long then.
I closed my journal and sat up quickly as I began to get ready for the upcoming battle.
“Sunspot,” Bishop ordered and began to absorb the energy created by Sunspot.
“Let’s go!” Kitty said to me as she grabbed my hand but I pulled it back.
“But-”
“They’ll be fine.” She said in a firm voice and grabs my hand again and starts to lead me away from the fight along with Bishop.
She used her intangibility to phase us through metal shelves and other large supplies in the bunker.
It wasn’t long until I heard the Sentinels drill popping out from the ceiling.
War yells and angry grunts can be heard in the large bunker.
We’ve been running for about 3 minutes until suddenly a Sentinel drops down from the ceiling.
We stop and Bishop fires his energy gun at it.
After the blast, it only did a small damage but it manages to repair itself in seconds.
Before it could get any closer, one of Blink’s portals appeared and Warpath jumps out in time to the Sentinel in the neck.
Blink came and waved her arm.
“Go!”
We turned around and run to jump into her the portal to find ourselves a great distance from the Sentinels.
We turned to a corner but then heard sounds of boulders from behind.
Another Sentinel.
“Shit!” I cried.
We ran and ran as fast as we could until one bobby came in from Blink’s portals and slide on his ice path.
I notice as we passed him, he and Kitty shared a look.
My heart ached for Bobby when I hear distant ice being shattered or blasted.
After more running and taking a few more turns, we finally made it to the safe room and Kitty quickly phased us in.
“Lay down! Hurry!” Kitty cried and jump on the bed.
Jump on to the cot in the middle of the room.
I took a quick moment to clear my mind. I could feel Kitty’s hands starting to glow with energy and I began to have a floating feeling.
Thank you, Nana. For everything.
(Holden’s POV- 2 days before the attack.)
I opened my eyes slowly to find myself in one of the bunk beds.
I sat up and gasp as I looked around.
Everyone was asleep.
I grabbed my journal from under my pillow and opened it to a certain page.
February 4, 2023.
Two days before the attack.
I got up from my bed.
“Get up!” I yelled. “Get! Up!”
Warpath, who slept on the top bunk above me, groaned and fluttered his eyes open.
He saw my distressed state and blinks his eyes in realization.
“Sentinels?” He asked suddenly awake.
My only response was a single nod and he immediately pulled his blanket off. “Wake up!” He ordered. “Everybody wake up!”
The others started to wake and most of them realized what was happening.
“We need to move,” I said. “Now.”
(3rd’s POV)
In a temple on the high mountains of Mount Heng in China.
The last of the X-men were to meet at night.
Sentinels were on guard around the globe to detect any mutants. Mostly on the most popular site seeing location everywhere.
The X-Jet came soaring through the clouds, It’s fire engine roared as it arrived at its chosen location.
The jet landed outside of the temple with a loud booming thud.
Bishop came out from the temple’s doors, gun in hand, ready for any attack.
The jet opens its hatch and Storm was the first one to come down.
Following right behind her was Wolverine, who light up a cigar without a care.
Then came Professor X, gliding down the stair with his hovercraft slash wheelchair.
And then last but not least. The last person that would join the X-men until his dying breath. Magneto.
All were entering the temple and began to look around for anything suspicious. You could never be too careful.
Warpath crawled on one of the temple’s warning bells roof as Sunspot came out from his hiding spot and Warpath jumps down.
“Professor,” Bobby called out and walk towards the elders.
Storm immediately smiled in relief. “Bobby.”
“Hey, Storm.“Bobby greeted and they both shared a hug.
“Hey, kid.” Logan said.
Bobby turned and smiled at the immortal.
“Professor.” Holden’s voice echoed. “You made it.”
She, along with Colossus and Kitty, came out of the temple’s doors. Holden notices Storm and didn’t hesitate to run towards her and hugs her tightly.
“Hey, Aunty Storm.” Holden whispered.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Storm smiled into Holden’ hair.
They both pulled away and Holden turned to Magneto and Logan. “Still trying to cope with each other?” She teased.
“Don’t push it.” Logan warned but then shows a half smile.
Holden smiles back and went to hug him.
(Holden’s POV)
“Whenever the Sentinels attack, Warpath spots them. And I sent Sightless back to warn us before it happens. Blink scouts the next sight. And, well then we leave before they ever know that we were there.“
Kitty explained to Logan of how we escaped the Sentinels.
“Because,” Warpath interjects and sat down. “we never were.”
“What do you mean you were never there?” Logan asked.
“She projects Sightless back in time a few days to warn the others of the coming attack.”
Logan only nods showing that he understand half of the escape routing plan.
“So she sends Sightless back in time.”
“No, just her consciousness. Into her younger self, her younger body.” The Professor proclaims.
“Well. . .” Logan says in little surprise.
“This might just work Charles.” Magneto states looking at Kitty.
“What might work?” I asked.
Charles began to explain. “The Sentinels Program was originally conceived by Doctor Bolivar Trask. In the early 70’s he was one of the worlds largest leading weapons designers. But, covertly, he had begun experimenting on mutants. Using their gifts to fuel his own research.”
I frowned in disgust. How can anyone do such a thing? Even if the bastard is a psychopath.
“There was one mutant who had discovered of what he was doing.”
“A mutant with the ability to transform herself into anyone.” Magneto states looking at us, knowing that we knew who we were thinking of.
“Mystique.” Colossus stated.
“I knew her as Raven.” Charles said solemnly. “We met when we were children. Grew up together… she was like a sister to me.” He smiled sadly to himself.
"I tried to help her.“ He looks at Magneto.” But only succeeded in driving her away. She hunted Trask across the world. And the Paris Peace Accords in 1973, After the Vietnam war. She found Trask… and killed him. It was the first time she killed.“
“It wasn’t her last.” Logan finishes.
“ But killing Trask did not have the outcome she expected. It only persuaded the government the need for his program. They captured her that day. . . tortured her, experimented on her. In her DNA they discovered the secrets to her powers of transformation. It gave them the key they needed to create weapons that could adapt to any mutant power. And then less than fifty years the machines that had destroyed so many of our kind were created, but it all started that in that day in 1973. The day she first killed. The day she truly became, Mystique.” The Professor explains with a sad noticeable gaze on his face
I sighed. Grandpa told me once that Mystique was once a good person. She still was, she just saw the world differently for mutants.
“You wanna go back there.” Kitty puzzled.
“If I can get to her, stop the assassination, keep her out of their hands. Then we can stop the Sentinels from ever being born.”
“And end this war.” Magneto exclaimed softly. “Before it ever begins.”
Everyone shared a hopeful look. If the Professor goes back in time to the day that Mystique first killed. Everything will go back to the way it was before.
I could see my family again.
“I-I could send someone back a couple weeks. . . m-maybe a month.” Kitty stuttered out. “but what you're talking about going back to decades. You have the most powerful brain in the world Professor. But the mind can stretch so far before it snaps.”
Great, I guess we’re screwed then.
“It would rip you apart. I’m sorry, no one could survive that trip.”
“What if someone has a way to snapping it back.” Logan suddenly said.
Of course. . .
“What if could heal as fast as they get ripped apart.” He continues.
We began to set up a battle plan.
Warpath, Strom, Bishop, Blink, Colossus, and Sunspot will guard outside of the temple to buy us more time if the Sentinels arrive. The others and I will guard on the inside and protect Logan.
Logan closed the temple’s round door shut and barricaded it with a large wooden plank.
He came back to the room. It was an ancient crypt that had a flat surfaced coffin. It was perfect to send Wolverine back to 1973.
“So I wake up in my younger body, god knows where, then what?”
“You need to go to my house and find me. Convince me of all of this.”
“Why, won’t you just able to read my mind.”
“I didn’t have my powers in 1973.” Professor X explained. “Logan, you’re going to have to do to me what I once did for you. Lead me, guide me. . I was a very different man back then, you’ll have to be patient with me.”
“Patience isn’t my strongest suite.”
“You’ll need me as well.” Magneto said unexpectedly.
“What?”
Yeah, what?
“After Mystique left Charles she came to me and I sent her on a dangerous path. Darker path. It’s going to take the two of us, side by side at the time when we couldn’t be further apart.”
Logan gave the Professor a hesitated look but the powerful minded mutant nodded in agreement.
“Great.” He grunts out. “So where would I find you?”
“Well, it’s complicated.” Magneto said simply.
Logan looked like he was to doubting Magneto’ words but then gets on the coffin and lays down.
Kitty came and sat on a chair that’s on the side of the coffin where Logan’s head was.
“Basically your body will go to sleep while your mind is going to travels back in time, as long as your back the past and present will continue to co-exist. But once you wake up. . . whatever you’ve done will take hold and become history.”
“And for the rest of us, it’ll be the only history we know.” I finished. “ It’ll be like the last fifty years never happened. And this war. . . the only person who will remember it is you.”
Kitty sighs.“ Alright, Logan, I need you to clear your head and to stay as calm as possible.”
“What? What do you mean?” Logan said.
“If your mind gets rocky it’ll be harder for me to hold you, you could start to slip between the past and future.”
“And what if I need to get a little rocky?”
“Think peaceful thoughts?” I offered. “ Or try to meditate, it helps.”
“Peaceful thoughts.” He repeated sarcastically. “You have any good news?”
“Well. I mean you don’t really age so you’ll pretty much look the same.” I said crossing my arms.
“You won’t have much time in the past,” Bobby stated. “The Sentinels will find us. They always do.”
“And this time we won’t be able to run,” Kitty said. “We’ll have no escape.”
“This is our last chance,” I said. “So don’t fuck it up.”
Logan lightly smirked.
“You really think this will work?” Magneto asked the Professor.
“I have faith in him.” The Professor said.
“It’s not him I’m worried about it’s us, we were young we didn’t know any better.”
“If there’s anything that my Nana has thought me,” I announced to the doubtful leader of the once Brotherhood. “-is to ‘ Have faith, and find the light within the shadows. At first, it'll be tough. But in the end, the light will reveal.’ Also, try to be positive about this. You being in doubt isn’t really helping.“
Professor X smiled. “You remind me more and more of your grandmother. She always had a powerful sense of hope in her heart.”
I smiled gratefully and turn to watch Kitty.
“This might sting a little.” She warned.
I don’t know about the stinging but the more days it is, the more painful it gets.
Kitty glowed her hands and Logan screamed in agony and his claws came out.
Are you looking down at me Nana?
If you are, please hear me.
You.
Me.
Grandpa, and Mom and Dad.
We’re all going to be together again.
Harvard University ~January 22, 1973~
(Y/N’s POV)
“-so when you disconnect the transportation and the second one, you scramble the interpretation. For this, you don’t cut it out.”
I wrote down all the notes that I need to study for midterms which is in two weeks times.
This is my last year in Harvard and if I mess it up, then all this hard work will be for nothing.
My family back home was so surprised that I got into Harvard with a perfect score. It wasn’t easy but I manage to keep my secret from the school board.
And that secret is my mutation.
Ever since the incident in Cuba, rumors began to spread that powerful humans live among the earth.
The government has been trying to locate any potential humans, or in their case ’mutants’, and takes them with no questions asked.
My grandparents were so scared that I might be discovered and be taken away. But I assured them that nothing will come to that, God gave me this gift for a purpose, I just need to find out what it is.
The bell then suddenly rang and people began to stand up from their seats.
“Remember, I want that sixteen hundred letter words essay on my desk by next Tuesday. So no slacking off am I clear?”
Some of us replied with ‘Yes sir.’ or ‘Yes Professor Donovix’
I was the last one to come out of the class.
‘You see there?’
‘The one with Y/H/C hair?’
‘She’s so weird.’
Meaningless comments and whispers can be heard from behind my back. And yet I still walk down the hallway with my head raise and straight posture.
They didn’t understand the life I have to live with.
I live a small humble life in (your hometown d country), where my grandparents lived. My parents died when I was fourteen, it devastated my family and me so much.
But we learned to move on.
Because as long as you have love in your heart and share it with the people you cared about. You will never feel alone.
(3rd’s POV)
3 hours ago, Logan found himself in a room with an unknown sleeping girl beside him in bed.
He got up and found himself naked, he looked through the window and was shocked that the time traveling had worked.
He was in 1973.
Two guys came into the room angry and Logan, being the drunk and angered mutant he was, said that he doesn’t know them, or in this case, remembers them.
So after a moment of friendly argument, Wolverine did what he did best. He kicked ass.
After the fight, he got dressed and stole one of the gangsters' car keys and went straight to the Institute. where he would find Charles.
When he arrived the school was mostly covered in vines and the lawn was basically a jungle.
When he parked the car in front of the school. He got to the door and bang it.
Who answered it wasn’t someone he was expecting.
It was Hank. Also known as Beast.
Hank asked what Logan wanted.
Logan asked what happened to the school which Hank answered that the school had been shut down for years.
Logan then asked who Hank was. When Hank gave him his full name, Logan was surprised that it was actually Beast.
Beginning to feel uncomfortable, Hank kindly asked him to leave.
But as he was about to closed the door shut. Logan holds it opened with his hands and asked for the Professor.
But tired of this antics, he pushed the door with all his force and stomps inside.
Hank tried to stop him but got punched in the end.
Logan began to search for the Professor again and started calling for him.
Meanwhile, Hank started growling and began to turn to his natural blue furry form.
Beast attacked Logan after finding him roaming in one of the halls.
Logan so was surprised by the unexpected that he was thrown into the air for a couple of times until he was thrown on the table of the entrance room.
Before Hank can do any more damage. He was stopped by Charles, who came in to see what was the commotion about.
Logan sees Charles in shock that the once crippled man can walk.
They began to talk.
Logan said he was from the future.
Charles was confused about how Logan knows all of his secrets.
But when Logan asked for his help to stop Raven, Mystique, Charles got cold and said that he would like to wake up.
He walked out of the room and Hank slowly turned back to his human form and asked Logan what kind of trouble Raven was in.
That got them to start talking.
They talked about the Sentinels and the war in the future.
They all agreed that Raven was a very unique mutant to have her blood turned into a weapon.
Charles begins to stutter that even if he agrees to help. Raven won’t listen to him.
Her heart and soul belongs to a certain mutant.
But when Logan mentions that they need that certain mutant to do the job.
Charles manically laughs and said that Magneto is where he belongs.
So when he walked out of the office, Logan said that the Professor he knew wouldn’t turn his back on the people he loved.
Charles got annoyed and angry and tells Logan to ‘fuck off’.
Logan asked Hank about what happened to Charles.
Hank said that Charles lost everything. The school, his legs, his sister.
Hank explains he developed a serum that could keep his mutation in balance and get Charles his legs back. But Charles takes to much.
But then later, in the study room. Charles returned with a change of heart.
He said he’ll help, but no for Logan, not for the mutants and humans in the future. But for Raven.
Logan didn’t disagree.
Charles why do they need Erik and why would they need him. Logan then explained that he and Erik send him back together.
(Now… … … in 1973)
“The room they’re holding him in was built in the second World War when there was a shortage steel. So the foundation is pure concrete and sand no metal.”
Hank tells the details of Erik’s prison which is the Pentagon. The most secured prison in the United States.
“He’s being held a hundred floors beneath the ground in the most heavily guarded building on the planet.” Charles said.
“Why is he in there?” Logan asked.
Both Charles and Hank shared a look. “What? He forgot to mention?”
“J.F.K.” Hank says.
Logan blinks. “He killed. . .”
Charles lets out a laugh. “What else explains the bullet miraculously curving through the air? Erik’s always had a way of guns. You sure you want to carry on with this?”
“This is your plan, not mine.” Logan said, obviously talking about future Charles.
“We don’t have any resources to get us in.”
“Or out. It’s just me and Hank. It’ll take a miracle to get us in without being seen or leave a trace.”
Seen? Logan thought. “I know someone, actually make that two.”
“Yeah they may be a young now, one of them lives outside of D.C. while the other lives somewhere in (your state and country).”
Logan laughs. “One of them is a young man, can be a pain in the ass sometimes. But he could get in to anywhere. Just don’t know how the hell we can find them.”
“Well, Cerebro is out of the question.” Hank said but mostly to Charles who gave an obvious look that said ‘no’.
“We have a phone book.“
It took them hours, but they manage to find Peter Maximoff’s name and address.
A few more hours later, they found his home and asked the mother if they could see him.
In fact, when they told him that he gets to break into the most secure building on the planet. He was interested, yet hesitated. Asking if he could trust them.
Logan revealed his claws and the next thing you know, they’re in front of a door in a house, in (your hometown and country).
Logan rang the doorbell and moments later, a mid-aged woman answered the door.
“Yes?” She asked.
Logan's expression softens when he first lay eyes on her. “Y/N?”
He didn’t know how, but the woman who was standing right before him looked exactly like future you before you were murdered by the Sentinels.
“No,” The woman chuckles lightly, “Y/N is my granddaughter. Can I asked why you are here?”
Hank cleared his throat. “Yes, we need to see Y/N Y/L/N?”
“She’s not here.”
“Oh, that’s fine, uh when will she come back?” Logan asked awkwardly. It was weird for him to talk to your grandmother who looks exactly like you in the future.
Your Grandmother crossed her arms.“I’m sorry, I think should’ve given you more details. Y/N’s not in (your hometown) anymore.”
“What do you mean she’s not here? Where is she?” Peter asked.
“College, in Massachusets. She’s actually in her last year now. That girl is always working so hard.”
Charles frowned. “Which college?”
Your grandmother smiled proudly and simply said. “Harvard.”
Charles and Logan shared a look before turning see Hank with a surprised look on his face.
Hank noticed the looks they were giving him. He sighed and said. “I’ll make a call.”
~February 8, 2023~
(3rd’s POV)
Holden watched as Kitty continues to keep Logan’s conscious in.
“What do you think he’s doing right now?” She couldn’t help but ask.
She was sitting on the ground with a blanket wrapped around her.
Damn China’s cold. She thought.
“Hopefully he’s breaking me out from the Pentagon.” Magneto said.
“You were in the Pentagon?“ Holden asked.
He nodded simply.
She turned her attention back to Kitty and Logan. "Nice.” She muttered.
Professor X studied Holden, she looked exactly like Y/N when she was her age. He couldn’t help but think back the good old days when she was still alive.
Y/N was an interesting girl. That was the first thought he had when he first met her.
She was a cautious but also a spirited girl.
He guessed that’s what made her take an interest in Hank.
He remembered how Hank was around girls, fearing that his mutation would make them think him differently. Or worse, afraid of him.
But she didn’t mind his mutation. You thought that his mutation was a beautiful and unique gift.
Plus, blue was her favorite color.
Y/N have the courage that Hank needed when it was the time that he knew he didn’t need the serum anymore.
It was the bravest and wondrous thing that the Professor had the pleasure to witness Hank walking freely and unafraid in the halls of the school in his true for the first time since the children came to the school.
Too bad that he had to remember it in the most grey time with what’s left of his students and the X-men.
Then he had an idea.
“Holden.” He calls out, gaining her attention.
“Yes?” She turned.
“Won’t you please sing? I think it has been a while since I heard your lovely voice since. . . when? The talent show of 2015?”
Holden chuckles and said. “I don’t think anyone wants to hear me sing right now.”
“Actually,” Kitty began.“I wouldn’t mind some music right now, it would help me relax a bit.”
Holden looks at her for a moment then looks at Bobby, who was leaning on the wall beside her.
“I would kill for some Beatles ‘bout right now.” He admits.
Holden sighs then started to lists out all the songs in her head. But she can’t seem to chose what song to sing. Then, she remembers a song that you used to sing to her when she was a kid and to her father when he was a kid.
She opened her mouth and began to sing.
Oh Darling,
please believe me.
I’ll never do you no harm.
Holden’s voice echoed the temple. Bobby sighed and leans back again into the wall.
The Professor looks at Holden with admiration then looks back at Logan.
Logan, you must hurry. They’ll be coming soon. Please. He prayed to anyone who is listening.
Magneto was lost in his thoughts as he listens to Holden’s singing.
Believe me when I tell you,
I’ll never do you no harm.
Kitty then begins to relax a bit but continues to hold Logan’s conscious.
Holden’s voice can be heard slightly from the outside of the temple.
The team continues on with their patrol, but some of them were a bit less tensed and started to relax a little. Happy to hear Holden’s singing again.
Harvard University ~January 23rd, 1972~
(3rd’s POV)
“Can I just say again, how good it is to see you again Mister McCoy.” The President of Harvard, who was an admirer of Hank’s work when he was a student at Harvard, greeted the guests in his office.
Logan decided to walk around the room a bit while Hank and Charles were sitting on the chairs. Al of them in their best clothes.
Well, Logan was a bit more of a casual which is a dress-shirt with pants, while Charles and Hank are in simple suits. Charles even gelled his hair for the moment.
“Yes, yes it’s good to see too Mr. Michealson.” Hank smiled at his old President. Strange for him to return to his old college as a grown man.
Or grown mutant.
“Please, call me John. We’re all friends here aren’t we?”
Though the Dean looks at Charles and Logan wearily but manages to keep his smile for the sake of one his favorite students.
Oh who was he kidding, Hank was his only favorite student.
“So,” He said. “what brings you and your colleagues here, back in Harvard.” He empathizes the word Back.
“Well, that’s why I wanted to talk to about in person.” Hank began. “You see I run into an old friend of mine Orson Donovix,-”
“The anesthesiology teacher?”
“Yes.” Hank answered with a very convincing smile. He was lying. He has no idea who Donovix was. Luckily he had a few friends from outside the institute who gave him entails on Harvard to help the search for Y/N.
“We talked about talk and try to catch up on each other over coffee and he mentions about a student that catches my interest.”
“What kind of interest?” Michealson asked.
“Well, you see I have a very classified case to work on back at work that involves with the subject and I heard how much one of Orson’s students excels in it. I was hoping if maybe it was possible for this student to come with me to aide me and maybe study this case for some… extra credit for per say. If that’s okay with you of course.”
“Oh my, well, I must say that sound interesting, but it’s not gonna be easy. Midterms are coming in in two weeks and you know how Harvard’s main focus is for our students to study their best for these exams.”
“I know. which is why I am asking you to give this student a… leave of absence.”
Michaelson stutters a bit and clears his throat.
“I don’t know if that’s possible, but with the student’s permission and for returning a. . . certain favor. I could give the student five or maybe a week. But that’s all I can offer.”
“A week is fine.” Charles said with a fake smile.
“Good, now that that’s settled, which student is the lucky winner of this fine opportunity? No wait, let me guess. Is it Johnny Carson? Or better yet, is it Michael Stalon? Always a perfectionist that young man is.”
“Y/N Y/L/N.” Logan replied.
Michaelson’s smile immediately drops and was replaced with a shocking expression. “Y/L/N?!”
“Yes, is there a problem?” Hank asked slowly.
Michaelson let out a small scoff. “No, it’s just that. Y/L/N is a bit. . . anomalous.”
The three mutants shared a quick look. “What do you mean?” Hank asked.
The old man looked hesitate. “There have been claims and reports from other students and teachers that she hasn’t been. . . studying normally like other students.”
“And what kind of anomalous are you describing? John.” Charles questioned with a slightly annoyed frown on his face.
Michaelson sighed. “Rumors has been spread that she would just go outside of campus and reads books that are not assigned for any school work related or would just lie on the grass doing nothing. Anonymous students have been claiming that she might’ve even cheated to get into this University.”
“Did they find any evidence?” Hank asked.
“None, we even checked twice. It got me a killer headache for talking with the board." Michaelson rubbed his temple.
"Is there anything else that we should be concerned about?” Charles asked.
“Well. . . it’s silly really.”
“What?” Hank urges.
“About a month ago. A teacher came to me, saying crazy things.”
“What kind of crazy?” Logan asked.
“He said. . . when he was delivering some assignment that he forgot to give to Y/N, which she asked for, he went to the Girl’s dormitories and went in, opens the door to her room, and . . . saw a book flying in mid-air, on top of Y/N’s bed and then that she suddenly appeared.”
“She came back to her room?” Logan asked but obviously knows the answer.
“No, like. . . appeared. As in out of thin air.”
The three mutants shared a secret glance.
He laughs. “He tried to convince the other teachers that it’s some kind of new theory of quantum gravity and that Y/L/N was a part of it. Of course, we decided to ignore his accusations and claimed that he was overstressed. He blamed Y/L/N for making a fool of himself. And the next thing you know, he gets suspended for showing signs of insanity and close harassment to a student.”
Michaelson sighed in thought. “He was a good man though. And I’m not talking about work related too. He has a good life, a wife, two kids. How’s he going to support his family if he’s in suspension?”
There was a moment of pause. It was no surprise that the three mutant men were thinking the exact same thing.
It wasn’t anyone’s fault for having unique abilities. They just don’t know how to deal with it until they found a way to control it.
Michaelson clears his throat. “Well, enough of that, when will you need Miss Y/L/N to depart.”
“Tonight.” Charles said.
“Tonight?” Michaelson says in startled. “Gonna be very hard for a girl to pack ‘til evening you know.”
“Don’t worry, she only needs to pack light.” Logan said.
“Well, okay then.” He reaches for the rotary phone on his desk and turns the dial. He waits for a moment. “Yes? Yes, uh can you please send Miss Y/N Y/L/N in the President’s office please?”
(Y/N’s POV)
Why am I drawing instead of taking notes?
Oh right, because there’s no point of taking them if I already know the lesson since last year thanks to the books in the library.
Donovix needs to up his game.
“Shock Wave Lithotripsy, also know as (SWL), is the most common treatment for kidney stones in the U.S. Shock waves from outside the body are targeted at a kidney stone causing the stone to fragm-”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a women om a work dress came in with a clipboard.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes?” Mr.Donovix asked.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but the President needs to see a. . . "She looks down at her clipboard. "Miss Y/N Y/L/N?”
Whispers began behind the room. Mostly behind my back.
’-She’s going to the presidents office-’
’-is she in trouble?-’
’-finally-’
’-they must’ve found evidence-’
’-did they found out how she cheated-’
I rolled my eyes.
Am I ever gonna let that down?
“Is there a problem?” Donovix asked.
“I don’t know, he didn’t say much, only that it was important.” The woman said. “May she be excused?”
“I don’t know, we were in a middle of a very important lesson-”
I cut him off. “SWL describes a nonsurgical technique for treating stones in the kidney or ureter, a tube going from the kidney to the bladder, using high-energy shock waves. Stones are broken into "stone dust” or fragments that are small enough to pass in the urine. lf large pieces remain, another treatment can be performed.“
By now I can feel everyone’s eyes on me.
'You can’t read that off an arm.’
Someone whispered, making me smirked a little then drop it and drop it to smile kindly at Donovix, his jaw was down to the floor but then shakes his head a bit and clears his throat.
"Well… Miss Y/L/N you can go. But be back for tomorrow’s class.”
I smiled and nodded. I grab my notebook and my less classy book bag as I went down the stairs to go with the secretary.
“Oh!” I gasped silently in realization.
I turned quickly as I pulled out a document from my bag and hand it to Mister Donovix.
“Here, I almost forgot to handed in.”
He looks down at the documents and up back to me. “This isn’t due 'til next Tuesday.”
I shrugged shyly. "I got bored.“
He looks at me in dubious but accepts the document by nodding.
I smiled and look at the waiting secretary.
"You ready?”
“Yep.” I said and followed her out.
Whatever the 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 if their spirits will haunt me.
But what I didn’t know.
Is that when I reached the President’s office, and that door opened.
My normal life was gone.
And frankly, I’m kind of glad it did.
Okay, Loong.
Right?
Anyway, here’s the second Part of Veil and Sightless: Part 2
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