Coaxing?
A/B/O X-Men x Male!Omega!Reader
Warnings: Flirting? Kinda fluffy but like in a longingly way?? Reader likes swearing and is kinda mean?? (I’m still horrible at this)
Tags: [m/n] used for reader, he/him pronouns, slight description of reader’s appearance, (Reader is some type of feral mutant with ears and a tail), 3rd person, mutant/feral reader(Animal is kinda up to you), Secret/hiding omega reader, I’m rambling forgive me..
Note: This prompt had originally come from a C.AI bot. I have completely deleted the app a while ago. I don’t remember the name of the original creator, so if ya know, do tell. I would like to credit the person who made this prompt, even though it was on C.AI. I sort of went off how my chats went, or at least off what I remember. This is sort of based in '97 but like.. not? Interpret it as you will. Anyways enjoy. (Btw, I hate A.I., get out if you like it.)
Summary: Omegaverse.. I dunno how else to describe this.
New members joining the team weren’t something uncommon for the X-Men, not entirely at least. Sure, they had new mutants join them at the X-Mansion from time to time, be it mutants looking for a place to stay or to become students or teachers, they were always welcome. But someone actually joining the team, becoming an official X-Man without the initial training, it was different. Rare even. And this new teammate, man, was he something.
There was a certain order amongst the team, seeing as secondary sexes usually called for some sort of hierarchy. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded, there was a mutual respect everyone had for each other, as teammates and pack mates. It was important for the pack bond for there to be some sort of system, it just made things easier. But this new guy just seemed to disregard everything. He was skittish, distant, which was expected, but it was still a hard adjustment. The pack bond was struggling, and it was making everyone uncomfortable, but it got to Scott the most.
As the pack alpha and team leader, it was his job to make sure the new member was settling in properly. He’d made sure the team would welcome him with open arms, make him feel like he belonged. But it was hard when you didn’t know someone’s designation. And [m/n]’s designation was somehow kept under lock and key, not a single word of what it could possibly be was uttered from his lips. It was frustrating, and Scott was getting antsy to know, and he knew so was the rest of the team.
Jean saw her husband’s frustration, it was hard not to with her mutant abilities and all. As an Alpha herself, she understood, but then again, she had control over her instincts a lot more than Scott did. Logan, an unlikely omega, liked making fun of him because of it. Remy, a sly beta, did too. Most of the team liked making fun of Scott, in a friendly way, of course, but even the pack alpha knew it was because they were itching to know [m/n]’s designation just as much as him. Anna-Marie, a charming alpha, would poke fun every once and a while, but she kept it to herself most of the time. Ororo, a kind beta, was as calm as always, never once letting the stress get to her. She was certain [m/n] would come around, there was no need to fuss about it. Kurt, the ever-caring beta, was neutral about everything, more worried about why [m/n] was so shut out in the first place than the fact that he was avoiding the bond. Morph, an annoyingly funny omega, of course, took the opportunity to join in on Logan and Remy’s antics, shifting into [m/n]’s form to tease their pack alpha. All of it just piled up.
Scott had eventually pleaded to Hank about trying to find out [m/n]’s designation, to which the blue omega told him he had no idea either, seeing as their new teammate apparently avoided the infirmary like it was the plague. Desperate, Scott even turned to Jean, telling his wife to just take a quick peek into [m/n]’s mind, see if she could get any inkling of what he was, to which the telepath would refuse, saying she wouldn’t invade someone’s mind over something like a designation. They could only come at this with patience, [m/n] would open up over time. Of course, Scott didn’t exactly like having to wait, he wanted [m/n] to be a part of his pack now. He didn’t know why he felt so strongly about him, but he just had a feeling that he’d slot into the pack wonderfully. But fine. He’d be patient. They all will be. They can wait.
[m/n], on the other hand, was sort of like a bad roommate. Or at least an annoying one. He helped around, sure, pulled his weight on missions and such. But he had his days. He seemed to have a bit of a temperament when the whole designation thing became the topic of conversation. One moment, he’d be lounging around in a nice, cozy spot, like some cat, catching some Z’s maybe, then the conversation he was allowing to happen around him switched gears, and he was stepping out of the room the moment certain words were said. It was like he was repulsed by it, which no one could tell if he was because his scent was absolutely smothered in scent blockers, only leaving a chemically, antiseptic type smell behind. It was truly rancid to those with sensitive noses, it was so strong that even Logan couldn’t get a whiff of his true scent, which was truly astonishing.
[m/n] was just a walking mystery, a frustrating presence in the sanctuary of the X-Mansion. And though everyone on the team tried to be patient with him, it was only a matter of time before something would happen, before someone would snap. It seemed their new teammate needed a bit of a push in the right direction, and though it seemed a little forceful, desperate times called for drastic measures.
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It was later in the afternoon, a day free for the team to do what they pleased. It was a rare occasion, one to take gratefully. There were no villains to fight, no giant robots to stop, it was just a normal, quiet, relaxing day. It was not something to take for granted, and surely everyone would use the downtime carefully.
The X-Men’s newest member had only just woken up, the time being around 12:30 pm. He was always a late riser, that one. He was only up early half the time if Remy would be making breakfast that morning, he just loved that man’s cooking. But, alas, he pulled himself out of bed, stepping over the mess on his floor, putting on some clothes he hoped were clean, and took his medication. He still looked a mess, but he didn’t seem to care as he padded out of his room, making his way downstairs to get something to eat. It was a rough start to the day, but he was sure he’d make it out alive, or at least scrape by somehow.
As the feral mutant made his way to the kitchen, the pack leader himself caught a glimpse of him walking by the common room. To which the alpha followed, that itch in his brain telling him to assess his peer, fearing the worst only because he couldn’t get a read on his scent. He walked into the kitchen and found [m/n] helping himself to the fridge, rummaging around for something decent to munch on. His tail swished behind him, his ear twitching, obviously aware of Scott’s presence. Yet, he said nothing, only continuing his search for food to fill his grumbling belly.
“Rough night?” Scott couldn’t help but ask, seeing as [m/n]’s appearance was disheveled and not as put together as usual. He seemed more tired than normal, and that only set off the alarms in his instinct-written brain, wanting nothing more than to pamper the mutant with love and affection he so clearly needed. But he was a grown man, and it embarrassed Scott that he had all these urges toward said grown man.
“Somethin’ like that..” The feral mutant responds in a mundane voice, pulling out a container of last night’s leftovers. He ignored the label plastered onto the lid, not exactly caring that someone had called dibs on it already. He was hungry, he had no time for words. He simply popped off the lid, the claw on his index finger extending to poke into the meatball, skewering it on his digit to lift it to his lips and scarf down the meat in one go. Why use utensils if you have ten of them with easy access?
“Is that what you’re gonna eat for breakfast?” Scott glanced down at the container in [m/n]’s hand, reading the sticky note pasted to the tossed aside lid, Logan’s name written in bold letters. This guy had a death wish, eating Logan’s leftovers was a cry for trouble. “Ain’t exactly mornin’ any more..” [m/n] hums, already shoving another meatball into his mouth, lazily staring at Scott, unfazed.
Sometimes it was hard to tell if [m/n] was purposely acting stupid or if he was being genuine. Not knowing anything about this guy was infuriating on its own, but the way he acted grated Scott’s nerves more than Logan’s constant smoking in-doors or Morph’s mocking teases. But at the same time.. It was almost endearing? Maybe he was comfortable enough with the team to act this way without fear of backlash. Or maybe it was a trauma response, a defense mechanism to make himself undesirable.
“You just gonna keep staring, Summers?” [m/n] suddenly spoke up, arching a dark brow at Scott, who was apparently so lost in thought he didn’t realize he was staring. Scott, of course, panicked slightly, not wanting to come off as creepy or rude and scare the new guy off. He clears his throat, glancing away in an attempt to save himself the awkwardness. [m/n] still seemed so unfazed, swallowing down the last meatball in the tupperware before capping it back off. He turns back towards the fridge, opening the door and placing the now empty container back where he grabbed it from, surely leaving Logan an unpleasant surprise to discover at lunch. What a dick.
“That wasn’t yours, you know.” the team leader states, gaining back the confidence he lost under [m/n]’s gaze now that he was turned away. He was staring at his back, the kitchen light reflecting off his ruby lenses. That shirt he was wearing was damn thin, he swore he could see the lines defining each muscle on [m/n]’s back, it made heat creep up his neck.
“I know, but what’s he gonna do? Stab the rookie?” the feral scoffs, laughing lightly as he pushed the fridge door shut, seemingly uninterested in anything else inside. His eyes roam around the kitchen, eyelids heavy, his gaze uncaring. He eyed the fruit bowl on the island counter, mostly to ignore Scott as he pondered on what fresh fruit he’d like to devour next.
“He might, not that I’d let him.” Shit, was that too forward? Scott cursed himself in his head, feeling stupid for sounding like some overprotective alpha male. It made him cringe, and it obviously amused [m/n] as he saw him snicker. “You think I need protectin’, Summers?” he rumbles out, reaching for a banana as he smiles a sly grin at the alpha. He peels the potassium-filled fruit slowly, his eyes lingering on Scott before he focuses on his snack.
“N-No! It’s just.. It’s not good comradery to be stabbing your teammates. As a leader, it’s my job to regulate things, including tense situations.” Scott stiffens up, feeling dumber by the second as he fumbles with the words that come out of his mouth. He’s never heard [m/n] talk so much in one setting, nor has he been so.. Flirty? Or was he just imagining things? “Not that I think you couldn’t handle it! I would just like to avoid an altercation between teammates. The more we all get along the better.”
[m/n] hums, taking a bite out of the banana slowly, his ear flicking as he leans against the counter. A fight with the resident grumpy Canadian sounded interesting, but he wasn’t interested in losing a limb today, that can be saved for another time. He simply takes the time to enjoy his banana, taking a few bites before he turns his gaze towards Scott who was impatiently awaiting a response. It was funny. He was like a damn pup, sitting there waiting for some type of reward. He almost laughed.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Summers. I’m not in the mood for a scrap with the mutt.” He chuckles around the fruit in his mouth, his lips looking incredibly soft around the pale yellow pulp of the banana. Scott’s mind was wandering, to which he shook his head in a scrambling attempt to clear his thoughts. He was meant to be respectful, thinking like that was the opposite. He could chalk up these thoughts flashing in his head to the unattended instincts he was trying so hard to ignore for the sake of his new teammate. A lot of good that was doing him.
“Right, good.” Scott lets out a sigh, already knowing this very moment would be keeping him up tonight. Jean was going to have a field day.
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Quiet days went by fast, they were over almost as soon as they started. Surely, tomorrow would hold a grueling mission for the team. Perhaps a few giant purple robots, or some anti-mutant group would infiltrate a local shelter or something equally as frustrating to deal with. But as the day winded down, the bright skies changing color, now dark with shimmering speckles of the stars, the mansion fell into a routine silence.
Most, if not all, of the team had retired to their respective rooms, ready to turn in for the night and rest up in preparation for the next day. Yet, [m/n] had yet to return to his space, seemingly more awake than ever. He had a habit of prowling during the night, enjoying the freedom in the night because he practically had the common areas of the mansion to himself while everyone else was asleep. Was it avoidant behavior? Yes, he knew it was. But he found himself not caring most of the time, he liked having time to himself, even though he knew he was driving the whole team crazy with his constant distance.
Having the common room to himself for once was amazing. It was practically routine for him to crash out on the couch the moment the clock struck 2 am. That time specifically was the prime timing that ensured everyone would be in their rooms, and that gave [m/n] free region of the spaces that were usually so crowded.
Sprawling out on the couch, [m/n] flicked the Tv on, flipping through the late night channels with a bored expression on his face. The volume was turned low, practically silent so as to not alert anyone with more sensitive hearing. He was cocooned in a thick blanket, seeing as the common room was freezing at night. It was a communal blanket, and as dirty it could possibly be, it was damn comfortable. [m/n] would never admit it, but he loved the mixed scents that clung to the fabric of the blanket, his nose constantly pressed against it to breathe in the smoothie of smells.
He could smell almost everyone on the fabric. It made him slightly dizzy. Despite his reluctance and overall avoidance of pack bonds and admitting designations, he was rather infatuated with each and every unique scent of the X-Men. Taking in their scents soothed a part in his brain, and with how long he had deprived himself of blending into a pack, it really helped him keep his sanity. And maybe it was creepy, but no one was around to judge.
Settling on some nature documentary, [m/n] leaned back onto the couch cushions, the blanket wrapped around him with his nose buried in the soft cloth. Each breath was filled to the brim with intoxicating aromas, and his brain could sort and pinpoint each and every one.
The heady mix of Remy and Anna-Marie’s scents, the couple having been the last to use it. Leather mixed with spices, earthy tones and slight sweetness, it was a calming scent despite the hosts being absolutely mouth watering. Lingering scents hid behind the initial smell, hints of ozone and cigar smoke, likely Logan and Ororo. Even a peak of Scott’s cologne and Jean’s perfume mixed in. It may be overwhelming to someone else, but to [m/n], it was enough to make the tension in his body disappear.
He was sure he’d fall asleep like this, relaxing for once when he was so used to being on edge in order to hide his designation. His eyelids grew heavy, a soft rumbling vibrating in his chest, the omega part of his brain not hidden behind a wall of stubbornness. He allowed himself the luxury of just being, purring quietly as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
This beat sleeping in his cold room all alone when everyone else most definitely had a partner to snuggle with tonight. It made him feel less alone. But he knew he’d have to wake up in the early hours of the morning to avoid being found out, but for now, he’d take what he could get..
Notes: RAHH, I LOVE THE OMEGAVERSE!!! Anyways.. I hope yall liked this, I definitely wanna do a series with this, but I’m a lil dumb so I may need some ideas idk. Also if you want me to add more characters lemme know, I feel bad for not including Bishop and the others I left out, if ya want em added just tell me what designation you'd like em to be and I'll consider it!!
Thanks for reading, k bye.
