#reader is a mutant

[andrew-120]

Hi I’ve really loved your writing on Kurt could you do a scenario where his s/o has a physical mutation like him

Of course! I don't know if by 'like him' you mean literally having a physical mutation that looks like his or just having a physical mutation in general so I'll do both and try to add in a bunch of things!

Notes: Do tell me if you want me to do more mutations. Feel free to request anything. English isn't my first language

My master list

Mutation like his (so blue fur type of skin, tail, yellow eyes, etc)

In all honestly he hadn't expected to find anyone who looks like him even remotely, so finding a fellow mutant that had almost identical features due to their mutations was exiting. Sure he'd seen his fair share of blue skinned mutants or mutants with tails and whatnot but this was different. This time he actually had someone like him! Being entirely honest, finding someone who looks so much like him helped him appreciate his own looks more, helping him quite a lot with his insecurities. Because if reader isn't insecure about his mutation then why should he?

Different coloured skin (green, purple, etc literally anything but natural or blue)

He doesn't mind it, if reader feels insecure about it he'll help them find a way to hide it if that's what they want. Otherwise he'll give them compliments and even look for different clothes and jewellery that compliments the colour of their skin. He's overall very supportive.

Having a tail

Instead of holding hands the two hold tails, especially in situations where they don't want to be too openly affectionate in public. You guys know those pictures of cats sleeping together and their tails make a little heart shape? Yeah.

Having wings

He loves helping reader take care of them and giving them back massages when the wings end up giving them back aches. He also adores it when he cuddles or hugs reader and the wrap their wings around him. If reader's wings are feathered like a birds he loves keeping any feathers they shed, using them to make cute earrings or necklaces or whatever that he gifts to them. If they have wings with mainly scales / skin (like a dragon's) he makes sure to help them moisturise them and put sunscreen on them so the skin doesn't get damaged.

Having horns

He loves tracing them. Will 100% make flower crowns and different accessories for them. If reader's horns are too big or in an odd shape that hinders their sleep he'll make it his mission to find some sort of pillow or anything really that helps them sleep better.

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Beat of the Heart, Chapter One: Electric Feel

This is the start of my silly little LoganxGN!Mutant!Reader story! It will loosely follow the plot of the first x-men movie. Basically just switch out Jean for reader as the center of Logan's romantic affection. Reader has a described power but other than that no physical description. Reader is also a medic/scientist like Jean and Hank. This is also cross posted on A03 if you want to read it there!

“So, do you know what happened to the new arrivals?” you ask Jean, who walks beside you to the in-school infirmary and research bay.

“Not much. I haven't had the time to talk to Scott or Ororo yet. All I know is that one is a teenage girl named Rouge and the one, we will see now, is a man.”

As you reach the door, you give a little hum to show her you're listening. You press your hand to the sensor. The device takes a minute to scan your palm before flashing green and opening the doors. 

Beyond the door is a sort of ‘mud room’ that holds lab coats, gloves, masks, goggles, and other lab safety clothing. You and Jean both grab your respective lab coats (which have your name embroidered on the inside) and a pair of disposable gloves. Once the equipment is on, Jean compels the glass doors open with her mind, and the two of you walk in. 

Immediately, you see the man Jean was speaking of lying on one of the many infirmary gurneys. Completely ignoring him for a moment, you gather a clipboard with pencil and paper to take notes and fill out the general form you have for everyone in the school. Only when you are beside the gurney with your note-taking supplies on the metal table do you really take in his features. 

The first thing you notice is that this man is handsome, but you bury that thought in favor of taking actual notes. The man has dark brown hair that is tousled but seems to have been styled into two little animal-ear-like points. His skin is a light tan, which is clearly due to working in the sun. The man's eyebrows are naturally shaped into a furrow, giving even his resting face the appearance of scowling. And on each side of his lower jaw are mutton chops that truly only a man as handsome as him could pull off.

His chest, arm, and stomach muscles are well-defined. You guess this is from the same work that gifted the man his lovely tan. Said places are also covered in a smattering of dark brown hair. It curls out from the center of his chest to the edge, down the valleys of his stomach, and disappears under his pants and over his forearms.

During your inspection, Jean puts little circular, sticky sensors on the man's chest in preparation for the examination machine. Once the sensors are in their correct places, she takes his blood pressure before grabbing the pen on the table to scribble down his results. 

You try your best to stay focused on the task at hand and not be distracted by this stranger's attractive visage but it's difficult not to when you have to focus on looking at him. Jean takes notice of your ogling and can't help herself but to smirk, giving your bicep a little nudge. You turn to face her, immediately annoyed at the expression you find on her face. 

“Looks like someone is enjoying their research,” she teases in a quiet tone. She uses her powers to hand herself a syringe from the metal table next to the bed, inspecting it to ensure it wasn’t tampered with or damaged. 

You roll your eyes at her comment, write down your observations, and fill out the parts of the form you can. The clipboard is set to the side as you grab one of the man's arms, lifting his hand up to inspect it and the pocket of his elbow for any scars or markings. You don't give her the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, you simply elect to ignore her comment. 

Jean notices this and giggles as she grabs the man's other arm, lining up the syringe with the crook of his elbow. You place the hand you were holding back onto the bed. With clipboard back in hand, you write that he only has a few faint scars across and in between his knuckles, evidence of fighting but none of injection drug use. 

The two of you make eye contact, and after a shared nod, Jean begins to slowly press the needle into his skin and pierce the vein.

What happens next occurs in mere seconds. First, the man's eyes shoot open and flicker between you and Jean. Then he's standing up, pulling his arm away from the shot, the other hand curling around Jean's neck. He’s now standing behind her with his syringe-free arm wrapped around the other to secure it.

The man's eyes dart across the room before landing on you. You mentally note to write down later that his eyes are a deep brown with a speck of Hazel. But nonetheless, you raise your hands to your head to show you have no intent to harm the man.

“Hey! We’re not trying to harm you! I promise we were simply checking you and possibly treating you for injuries that you might have sustained from the crash and fight. We mean you know harm,” you try your best to convince the feral-looking man. 

His eyes flick around your face and then the room once more. A noise that sounds more like an animalistic growl than what a human makes leaves his mouth as he lets go of Jean with a shove and rushes out of the room. 

Jean coughs and catches her breath, her hands gently holding her own throat as you lower your hands back to your sides. You let out a sigh as you pick up the tossed syringe, placing it next to your clipboard on the table. You walk to Jean and put a comforting hand on her back.

“Well, he’s going to be a fun one,” you grumble, only half sarcastic. Jean’s laugh in response makes a smile cross your face. You pat her back before returning your hand to your side. She stands up straight and smiles at you in return, a quiet ‘thank you’ whispered into the back of your mind. You nod then look to the door where the man had left.

You shake your head and peel off the plastic gloves sticking to your hands, tossing them to the trashcan nearby. The lab coat slips off your shoulders as you place it onto the gurney nearby. Jean follows suit as you walk towards the glass door, beridding herself of her lab clothing and taking long strides to catch up with you.

“At least he has a pretty face to look at,” you hum, a laugh bubbling in the back of your throat. A giggle shoots out of Jean, tossing her head back in the laughter.

“I knew you were checking him out!” Jean teases, making your cheeks redden. 

You wave her off as the two of you exit out the second pair of doors, facing the long hallway to the stairs and elevators that lead upstairs. The two of you decide to split up. Jean checks out the rest of the basement while you head upstairs to look through the rest of the mansion. 

As soon as you reach the floor level of the estate, a familiar, comforting voice enters your mind. ‘The new mutant is in my office. Please meet us there for proper introductions,' Charles speaks. You assume that he sends the same message to the rest of the X-men. 

Luckily for you Xaviors office is only a few minutes walk from where you are currently. You waste no time in walking up the stairs past the many students and down the hall till you reach the ornate door at the front of the professor's office, a little golden plaque displaying his name about a foot and a half above where the handle is. 

You turn the handle and slowly push the door open, taking care not to accidentally hit the new mutant if he was standing right in front of it. Once you see that he is not there, you open the door all the way, leaning left against the door frame. You cross your arms in front of your chest. A smirk spreads across your face as you notice the jacket the man has seemingly ‘borrowed’ from the changing room in the basement. 

It's a blue-tinted medium gray zip-up jacket. And even though he's turned away from you, you know that there is a blue X-men patch on the left side. The hoodie seems not fully zipped as the fabric is not fully covering his shoulders and slipping down his back, perfectly showing just enough skin to tease your imagination. And god, does it look amazing on him like that.

Charles gestures to you with his left hand, a permanent soft smile on his lips. The man turns to face you. And it reveals just what you were expecting; the zipper is only up to about his sternum. Zipped up just enough to not show off everything but still down enough that you can see his clavicle and his chest that's painted with dark brown hair. It makes you want to slide your hands into the jacket to feel what you cannot see.

But hearing your code name coming from Xaviors mouth pulls you out of your thoughts. You push them far back as you give the man standing before you a little wave, meeting his eyes for the first time since entering the room. The deep, woodsy color is something you are slowly becoming acquainted with. A similar smirk to yours is plastered on his face as his eyes sweep over your form. If you didn't know better, you would say he was checking you out. 

You put your hand out in front of you, presenting it to Logan for a handshake. 

“Or you could just call me by my real name, Y/N. It's nice to meet you again.” This gains you a chuckle from the man and a playful eye roll from Charles. The jacket-donned man clasps his slightly bigger hand to yours and gives a half-hearted shake. 

“Names Logan, some call me Wolverine, but I'm willin’ to guess you already knew that, sweetheart,” the tone in which he says the pet name sends a shiver up your spine. And his damned smirk paired with it isn't helping your goal to not get flustered. 

So, why not return the favor? At least in some way. Using a bit of energy you always had stored away just in case, you give Logan a little shock. It’s nothing more than one of those prank hand buzzers. But it does get you the desired result, a wince paired with a hiss as he pulls his hand away from yours. 

Logan looks down at his hand to find not even a wound to be healed. His gaze turns back up to connect with yours as your smirk turns into a grin. You hold up the hand you just used to shock him, making the ‘devil horns’ with your thumb out. In between the two digits, a small, faintly purple-colored electrical current forms between them.

Logan's eyes drift to it as his hand returns to his side, then back to yours. He rolls his eyes at your unbidden glee. He tries to give off the impression he is not impressed, but you can see the hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips. 

“I can control electrical currents, manipulate them to make machines do what I want. I can take their energy, store it in my body, and send it back out just like that.” You return the energy you were using back into your body, veins in your hand and arm glowing for no more than a second. Your arms are back to being crossed, along with your shoulder being pressed against the door. 

Logan's mouth opens as if he is about to say something, but he shuts it as Scott and Ororo appear in the doorway behind you. They are closely followed by Jean. Who, unbeknownst to you, slips her hand into Scotts.

You move further into the room so that the other three don’t have to stand in the doorway behind you. Ororo is the first to introduce herself with a little wave and her usual kind smile. They each tell Logan their names, code names, and their powers. Jean is the only one able to show it as she lifts a pencil off Charles's desk. 

Throughout the entire exchange, Logan keeps an unimpressed look on his face. But it's a little more genuine than with you. You can’t help but giggle a little, covering your mouth with your hand to pass it off as a cough. The two of you meet eyes again, and Logan's lips twitch into a smile at your actions. 

Charles notices the two of you no longer paying attention to the others and claps his hands together. All the heads in the room snap to face him as he wheels around to be in front of his finely carved wooden desk. 

“Y/N, since the two of you appear to be getting along, please show Logan where his room is and give him a tour of the school.” It sounds like a gentle request, but you can tell from the look on Xavior's face that he is a bit miffed at your behavior. 

A blush blooms across your cheeks as you nod.

“Will do, professor,” you respond not a moment later. Your tone is much like that of a student who was just scolded by a teacher, and in some ways, your relationship with Charles was like that.

You turn to face the door to walk out. As you turn your head, you catch Jean's teasing smirk. You roll your eyes at her antics. You nod your head towards the door and only start moving when Logan follows. You only glance at him briefly as you quickly turn to exit. Storm bumps your shoulder almost imperceptibly and winks at you. You narrow your eyes in return to her gesture, waiting for Logan outside the hall. 

Once he stands beside you in the hall and the door is closed, you huff and drop your shoulders from where they had been practically pressed to your ears. You feel almost like Logan is looking at you, but you don't bother checking. Taking a step forward, you begin your tour of the institute. 

The air around you is filled with awkward tension. And part of you is tempted to let it stay that way lest you become distracted by Logan again. And his stupidly good-looking stolen jacket. However, despite your valiant effort, your eyes flit to Logan's face. 

From his side profile, you can see his defined jawline through the facial hair and subtle frown lines that stretch from the edges of his nose to the outer corner of his lips. 

Catching yourself, you return your gaze onward. You find yourselves at the top of the staircase before the entrance. You perk up a bit at the opening of conversation.

“This is the entrance to the school; you can access most of the inside areas from here. The kitchen is through there, the student dormitories are down that hallway, and the teachers are opposite. Classrooms are upstairs, as are the rest of the dormitories. Downstairs is where the infirmary, laboratory, and battle practice rooms are,” you explain as you walk down the stairs, pointing to each of the doorways and stairs to tell him what they are. 

“We were holding you in the infirmary early if you couldn’t tell, but we also occasionally use it as an extra lab. We have a library and a few common rooms on this level that connect the dorms.”

Turning to Logan, you see him nod, his particular way of showing you he was listening. You flash him a grin and head to the teacher's rooms. Walking down the hallway, you pass by a few students, to whom you give high-fives as you pass.

“I'll show you the room we’re providing you while you're with us. And I’ll tell you whose room is whose in case you ever need any of us.” Logan raises an eyebrow at this but doesn't comment. He just simply follows.

The hallway is mostly just a long series of doors. However, it is occasionally broken up by large windows with couches in front of them, bookshelves, and small tables with decorations and plants on them. As you pass by the doors, you point to each, telling Logan whose room it is and how to remember it.

“These two are Jean and Scott's rooms, though usually they are in one or the other. They’re the first room, so it makes them easy to find. This room right here is Ororo’s, and Hank’s is across from it. You haven’t met him yet ‘cause he's on a mission right now, but he’ll be pretty hard to miss when he returns. Hanks always has blue fur at the threshold, and you can usually hear music from Ororo’s.”

There's a bit more hallway that you two walk before you reach your door, and by some gracious being above, where Charles decided to put Logan. You smile upon seeing the familiar door to your room.

“This one is my room,” you say while pointing at the door. “It’s probably going to be the easiest for you to remember because it's right across from where you will be staying.”

A smirk spreads across Logan's lips, and he turns to you. “And I’m sure that was by complete accident; it's definitely just a coincidence.” He nudges your shoulder teasingly as he walks to the door of his new room.

You chuckle and roll your eyes at his insinuation. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? But no, I don’t have a say in how rooms are picked; that's all Xaviors doing. Trust me, if I had any say, I would be on the top floor with my window facing the backyard.”

Logan's smirk never leaves as he opens the door. The nod he sends your way gives you the impression that he doesn’t entirely believe you. He steps inside the room, looking around. You walk in behind Logan but stay near the door. 

“All the rooms have separate bathrooms, so don't worry about sharing. Right now, all we have is basic clothes for you, but feel free to get yourself some new ones. The closet's that door right there if you do,” you point to each door after explaining their respective purpose.

The room is in its basic cookie-cutter style, which all of them start with: plain off-white walls with wood paneling and crown molding. A window facing the outside has a plain queen-sized bed right under it. All of the cloth in the room is the same cream color. It gives the feeling of a hotel.

Logan turns to face you after sitting on the bed's edge. Arms propping him up from behind and legs mildly spread.

“What? Don't want me wearing your fancy X-men clothing?” Is his only response to anything you said. You smile and roll your eyes at him, one of your hands resting on your hips.

  “No, I just got the impression that you wouldn’t want to wear Scott's hoodie,” you gesture to the gray zip-up, which, in your opinion, looks better on him than it ever has on Scott. "And he won’t be too happy about it either. “

The way Logan looks at you can only be described as incredulous, disgust, and dread all rolled into one. It almost makes you laugh. But you manage to keep it at just an amused smile. 

“You're just saying that to get me shirtless again.”

You give him a shrug with your hands raised, “You don't have to believe me, but I can bet you $100s that Scott's name is on it.” The man grumbles under his breath about something you don’t quite catch as he unzips the jacket and strips it off. 

You’re tempted to look, but you peel your eyes away to show Logan you are being truthful and don't just want to see him shirtless. As you look away, you’re reminded again of how bare the room is. 

“You can also decorate how you like. Charles just asks to keep it child-appropriate in case one of them has to come in here.”

Logan chuckles and shakes his head as he tosses Scott's jacket to you.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. I won’t get anything too ‘adult’.” He makes quotation marks with his fingers as he says, ‘adult.’ You smile in return as you catch the jacket. You drape it over one of your arms, willing everything that you don’t blush or start glowing. 

“Oh yeah, I forgot to show you earlier, but the laundry room is further down the hall. It has a little plaque, so you won't miss it. You know, for whenever you do get your own clothes.”

You expect him to laugh at your retort, but he gives you this quiet smile instead. Not a smirk, a genuine smile, albeit a very small one, but a smile nonetheless. It makes a bundle of butterflies spread through your chest. Much like the blush, you try your best to suppress the feelings. You don’t need your powers giving you away this early.

All he says in response besides the smile is a simple, “thanks.”

You smile wider in return and give him a little nod. You turn and exit through the doorway, turning to him once you're past the threshold. 

“I’ll be across the hall or in the lab if you need anything.” You close the door behind you and walk over to your own. You let out a relieved sigh once in the safety of your room. A faint purple glow begins to emanate from your veins. A result of you releasing the hold on your powers. Once the light fades, you take a moment to collect yourself before leaving to return to the lab.

Hope you all enjoyed! I can't promise a consistent schedule but I'll aim for a chapter a week. Thank you to my friend c20w for beta reading! And credit to strangergraphics for the beautiful banners!

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Ask Me No Questions - 4

(Finally part 4 of Ask Me No Questions! I know it’s not as popular as my Love is Blind story, but this is a work of love for me. So it’s more for me than all of you! Lol, but I am glad that some of you enjoy this series too. 

And I’m happy to say Ultron is warming up to the reader at last! “warming”, not “besties”. Things are going slowly. 

Words: ~1900)

She stomped her boots on the mat directly inside her front door, trying to get as much snow off as possible. A small box was tucked under her arm, the last delivery they had been waiting on. Things had been strangely calm the last couple days. Well, more pleasantly calm than strangely. Turned out that she was right about having most of the materials Ultron would need to start work on a new body. The few things she had been missing weren’t needed immediately. While they waited for the parts, Ultron showed her how to do some of the work on his new body. Non-critical things for the most part. She didn’t blame him. It was his body and he wanted to know it would actually work.

There was almost no doubt that Ultron was checking her work at night when she slept. Y/N set the box on a nearby table while she stripped off layers of coat, sweater, and boots. Her home was warm enough that she could be comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans.

Eve had run up and now was rubbing her whole body against Y/N’s legs. She was purring loudly as she started winding between her legs. With a quiet laugh she picked up the cat in one arm and the box in the other. Ultron hadn’t been back upstairs since she’d brought him in, but Eve now avoided the door to the basement like the plague. Sunny, her orange tabby, had taken to sleeping in front of the basement door. So far her theories were: Sunny wanted to make her trip and fall to her death, Sunny was jealous of the time she was spending downstairs, or Sunny was planning to sneak down if she didn’t keep the door closed and cause trouble. Considering Ultron’s opinion of cats when he’d seen Eve… Well, she wasn’t going to risk anti-social Sunny going downstairs.

After a few obnoxiously loud kisses to the top of Eve’s head, the cat was happy to spring away and race behind the couch while she walked over to the basement door. A gentle nudge with one socked foot got Sunny out of the way and she headed down the stairs after closing the door behind herself.

“Ultron, the last of the parts just came in.” She held up the box as she reached the bottom of the stairs and dodged around a piece of melted slag in the floor. That was her fault. The box was set on the nearest table as she walked over to see what Ultron was currently working on.

“About time.” After several days in his company it was becoming easier to recognize the emotions in his voice. Not having facial expressions or much body language to use made it more difficult. Ultron sounded slightly annoyed, but he was mostly focused on his work.

She rolled her eyes a little and leaned against the long, metal table. The body was coming close to being done. It was another basic model drone like the one he was currently using. Just, ya know, not half destroyed. It had taken almost an hour of arguing to get him to agree to start with the simple drone. Her stance that it was a good test run and would be useful for him in making a more advanced body had finally won him over. Besides, they didn’t know for sure how long his current body would last. She wanted a new one made as soon as possible.

“Yeah, well, this stuff isn’t easy to get my hands on. And it costs quite a bit of money. Not everyone can fly around stealing the parts they need.”

That was the other small change between them, Ultron no longer scared her as easily. It was more natural to give him a little snark because he didn’t seem threatening anymore. Ever since her “friendship level” statement on that first day he’d let up a bit on the intimidation factor. In fact, that was the last time she could remember feeling in danger around him. Too be fair, that was only three days ago.

“If we had more time, I could have made the parts myself from raw materials.” Ultron mentioned calmly. “Of course, I might have died by then. Sorry to make you go out of your way to save us time.” Oh, that was definitely snark.

Her lips twitched in an attempt to form a smile. “You’re forgiven. Now, tell me what needs done next.” Ultron had been surprised by her ability to quickly learn whatever was needed. He hadn’t said as much, but she could tell by his silence when he looked over her work from time to time that it had caught him off guard. Then he had asked her about it. She cringed a little on the inside just remembering. There had been no option but to wave it off with a laugh, saying it was just a natural quirk. Just a quick learner.

The lie certainly wasn’t because she didn’t want him to hate her and leave.

“There isn’t much left here for you. Unpack the box and bring the pieces over here for me. I should have this body ready by the end of the day.” Ultron was once again focused on his work.

“I would like to be here when you start up the new body.” She mentioned as she walked back over to the other table to follow his directions.

Ultron was quiet for a few moments while she ripped off the packing tape and started carefully pulling out delicate electrical chips. “It isn’t necessary. Don’t you trust our work?”

She smiled faintly and traced the pad of her thumb along the edge of one of the chips. “Of course I do. But it’s… important. The biggest risk will be out of the way.” Her voice became somewhat soft at the end.

“True.” Ultron went back to work again. She sighed and turned, walking back over and carefully laying out each piece by him.

“I don’t plan on leaving.” Ultron stated suddenly, making her jump a little in surprise. “Unless you want me to. This place is safe for now and I want to have backups.” He waved absently at the body he was working on for a moment. “Before I reintroduce myself to the world. I’ve no intention of making the same mistakes as last time.”

Y/N licked her lips nervously and nodded. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“And I should be able to help with the finances as soon as this one is done.” Ultron’s voice sounded more like an annoyed grumble. She wasn’t sure if it was because he felt he owed her or he just found the financial system entirely bothersome. Maybe both.

~

She came back downstairs after a quick dinner, not wanting to miss the big moment. Now she was nervous and trying hard not to show it. She’d popped herself up onto the unoccupied table and was slowly kicking her feet back and forth while watching Ultron finish whatever last tweaks he needed to make.

“You’re making much too big a deal of this.” He mentioned off handedly.

“Well, it seems pretty amazing to me. Let me have a little magic here.” She couldn’t help the small smile that came to her lips.

The new drone body suddenly flickered with light and sat up. It carefully checked the extremities and that its systems were functioning properly. The lights changed to the familiar red tone as it, as he, turned to look at Y/N and swung his legs over the side of the table in almost a mirror of her position.

“I can’t begin to describe how annoying that broken form was.” His voice even sounded better than it had before.

She clapped for him and smiled brightly. “Congrats. I’d offer you a drink, but I don’t think that’s quite right for you.”

“Not so much.” He stood up from the table and looked around the impromptu work room. “There are certainly improvements that can be made to increase our production speed.” Ultron tilted his head slightly.

Y/N wasn’t sure what sort of reaction she had been expecting but this… was not it.

Ultron suddenly slammed a fist back into the wall behind him. “Vision.” The word was a snarl of rage and suppressed violence.

She felt her body freeze up in panic and fear, the fight or flight reflex suddenly kicking into high gear. Except that neither option would keep her alive if Ultron suddenly turned that rage on her. This wasn’t a crippled, half destroyed body. Ultron’s new body wasn’t up to his normal standards, but it was more than capable of dismembering a human.

He turned to look at her and pulled his fist away from the wall, slowly flexing the fingers to check that they were undamaged. There was a serious dent left behind where he’d hit.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was cold and distant again. “I was… damaged in Sovokia. Stark corrupted my future body. Turned my creation against me.” Ultron turned away from her, starting to clear things off the work table. “He burned me out of the internet. I thought that I could correct that.”

She swallowed, her mouth and throat felt dry. It was an effort to get her muscles to relax, fingers to unclench from the edge of the table. “I’m sorry. For someone like you… it must be like having a limb cut off.”

Ultron paused in the middle of picking up a tool. His back was still to her. “Yes. Very much like that.” Some warm pain had entered his tone, an improvement on that empty tone from a moment ago.

“I… I know it isn’t the same… But I could bring you a laptop. I’d just request that you don’t bring the FBI or something down on us.” She smiled faintly, shrugging her shoulders slightly. A small joke, to let him know that she forgave him for his outburst.

Ultron turned to look at her again over his shoulder. “I think I can arrange to keep this place safe from them.” His tone was mild, down playing the understatement.

Y/N pushed herself off the table. At least her legs didn’t buckle, she really was feeling better. “Well, we’ll just call it a present from me to you.”

Ultron stared at her silently for a moment before turning his upper body back toward the table and setting the last few items aside. “All of this seems to be a present from you. Perhaps one day you’ll even tell me the truth about why.”

A cold stone settled in her stomach. He was too smart not to recognize at least some of the half truths she’d given him. Ultron was giving her a pass for now, to keep her secrets. But she knew that one day he would demand the answers. That, too, was unspoken in his statement.

“Let me get your laptop. Then we can figure out what I need to acquire for your next body.”

She retreated back up the stairs, pushing Sunny out of the way as she opened the door. For a moment she leaned back against the solid wood. Even this wouldn’t be safe for long. Ultron was mobile now. He could follow and ask questions. Why did they always have to ask questions?

Sunny looked up at her and gave a soft mewl.

Y/N quickly swiped at the tears in her eyes and offered a weak smile. “Yeah, buddy, let’s get some food for you and Eve. Then I’ll go deal with everything else.”

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I Don’t Dance To Dubstep part 3 (A Deadpool Fic)

Part One, Part Two

Here is a deleted scene of dialogue for this chapter if you are interested!

A/N: Okay so the conversation with Cable about the scars isn't intended to be a metaphor for self-harm or hint at bad parenting. Instead, it is meant to be a metaphor for embracing ones perfectly imperfect flaws like stretch marks or cellulite or skin discolouration. In short, it's nothing ominous. Also, this is the longest chapter yet! And don’t mind the fact I inserted myself into the fic, he does like to break that fourth wall of realism that darned Wade Wilson! Readers mutant power given alter ego is DJ, so no ‘Y/N’ in this chapter.

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Warnings: Mature Language,

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"Okay be honest, what would you want your stripper name to be?" Wade continued his useless musings with Domino over the comms.

"That's easy: Lady Luck," Domino said without having to think about it.

"Huh… I'd go with Shiklah the Divorcer, abbreviate it to STD." Wade said wryly. There was a larger story behind his words.

"What?" Domino asked, completely oblivious to the context of the STD jeer, although truthfully, no one else seemed to get it either.

"Are we all in position?" asked Wade over the secure channel. Your earpiece felt like nails on a chalkboard due to your ability to focus sound waves. Your head snapped to the side and you made a hissing noise. Cable, who had been partnered up with you shot a concerned look your way. You raised your scarred hands up to signal you were fine.

"We're in position," Cable answered, the feedback from your proximity to each other caused another intense soundwave to vibrate through you. You winced and decided to remove the earpiece. "Won't you need that?" Cable asked you.

You gave a half crooked smile, "That's what you're here for, isn't it? Kick ass, not take names and listen to Wade's annoying voice shouting profane nonsense into your ears?"

Cable hummed, unamused by the image you just painted in his mind, "Unfortunately," he said. He opened his fanny pack- Ahem! His utility bag- and grabbed his lip balm, applying some on with a very serious expression on his face while maintaining eye contact with you. It felt both intimate and weird all at once. You were definitely confused by it. According to Wade, he did that a lot.

You cackled in a dramatic fashion after the eye contact turned from intense to awkwardly silly, filling the empty street with a Wicked-Witch-of-the-West sounding laugh echoing through the empty street. Bored, you used your abilities to amplify the frequency, making the laugh boom louder.

Cable tilted his head as Wade undoubtedly had something to say about your use of your powers for no reason other than boredom, "Wade said to keep it down to the 'sexy octave levels of James Earl Jones'," Cable relayed to you.

You whispered "Fuck you, Wade Wilson," and amplified the sound of your words into an even louder pitch until the glass windows groaned from the intensity and Cable was forced to cover his ears from the sheer volume of it.

"That's not exactly keeping things discrete, DJ, might want to tone it down a bit!" Cable shouted in discomfort, his words drowned out by the frequency of your own.

"Yeah, well we've been sitting in this car park dressed like background characters of a Will and Grace special for two hours now. If she was indeed on her way here, she'd have been here by now!" You huffed.

The two of you were on rear exit duty. If Wade and Domino failed to trap and kidnap the new contract, the two of you would give her a rude awakening. To your annoyance, your target was uncharacteristically tardy today, so for now, all four of you waited, dressed in the most unflattering disguises, staying incognito while stalking around the building your target regularly frequented. It was a Chinese restaurant that acted as a front for an illegal underground gambling ring. Your target was a pill pushing 'Madame' who had a habit of gambling away half her profits.

Cable closed his eyes and leaned against the hood of the car you drove in, it was a taxi, Deadpool had called up his pal Dopinder, who was out on a coffee run, to drive the four of you to the location. You sat cross-legged, shades shielding your eyes from the sun, on top of the warm yellow hood, there was an odd impression on the opposite side of the bumper that looked like the kind of mark someone who had been run over would leave.

Cable was taking slow, thoughtful breaths, not at all bored by the inactivity. You had noticed he always carried a teddy bear everywhere with him, it was quite the juxtaposition to his otherwise serious, brooding default setting. Letting curiosity win over you, you blurted out: "What's the deal with little Osito there?"

Osito was Spanish for bear. You had grown up in a bilingual household. Your mom was the one who prominently spoke Spanish at home, you had an easy time picking it up as a kid.

"What's the deal with the scars on your hands?" He asked, deflecting his personal question by asking you a personal question of your own. Smartass. He thought he had the upper hand, he assumed you wouldn't be comfortable talking about your scars, everyone always assumed that. He was in for a rude awakening!

"Casualty of being such a badass!" you quipped playfully. Cable gave you a small chuckle making you feel like you had just paved through a new milestone in your… acquaintance-ship?

"Is that so?"

"I managed to bring the great Cable to his knees on our first meeting, so yeah, I say so," you smirked proudly at him and he scowled.

"As a kid, my parents didn't understand what I was. I didn't either. I'd cause small quakes when I was angry or sad or happy or excited. Murdered a lot of Mom's fine china. Busted Dad's TV once. Eventually, they couldn't pretend anymore, and I saw how much I scared them. I scared myself if I'm honest. They told me to be normal, stop with all my craziness. I didn't know any better, I didn't know my abilities were as much a part of me as the colour of my eyes or the slant of my nose, so I repressed it. These-" you rotated your hands this way and that, giving Cable a show of spirit fingers, showcasing all the scars and tears from years of cuts and numerous surgeries, "These were the resulting effect. I broke many fingers. Some cases the waves would slice through skin. After my eighth break, I said 'Fuck it!' I began to use my abilities freely and openly. Of course, I was smart enough to know when to be discrete and when to wreak untold havoc upon some asshole who groped my ass in high school. And I haven't looked back ever since."

You had shocked Cable with your candour. You never minded explaining the scars, they were just younger versions of your many battle wounds. They made you what you are -which may not be perfect, but you couldn't give a flying fuck if you didn't conform to societies controlled demographic of normalcy. You were a rebel all your own. You gave Cable a wink, not at all shy or embarrassed that you just spilt private secrets so nonchalantly.

"Jesus," he said, only with less sarcasm then you ever thought him able to muster. "Did you kill him? The Asshole in high school?"

You laughed, amused at his question. He must think you some sociopath. Then again with an apathetic partner like Truth Dog and a habit of shooting up Wade all the time, he might not be wrong. It was still fun though!

"No, I didn't kill him. I used my sonic frequency to shatter all his trophies the school displayed in the trophy case. I may not have seen it, but I know he cried afterwards. Murder isn't the only solution you know. Some days you just have to find what stupid, materialist things people associate with their self-worth and-" You focused a low-frequency sound wave on the car and the window glass shattered in your demonstration, "Apply enough pressure!"

"My CAR!" Dopinder whined from behind you as he raced over to the taxi with his tray of coffees.

"Whoops!" You whispered before pointing nonchalantly to Cable, "He forgot to set his gun to stun. He sneezed and it just went off. Be glad he hadn't had the dial turned up to 11!" You blatantly threw Cable under the bus. He didn't say anything, but you could feel his cool eyes staring at you in less than amused mood. You giggled playfully.

"Yeah, well I hope you can pay for this Mr Cable, because I already have that dent to get out from Mr Pool's joyride when he was drunk that one time and decided to go all GTA on everyone," Dopinder said in his accented tone.

"Put it on my tab," Cable growled, causing Dopinder to gulp, a bead of sweat gathering above his temple.

"On second thought, I'll just put it on Mr Pool's tab. Since he'll… you know, need to use my cab again."

"Did you say something, Mr Roboto?" You heard Deadpool coo over the earpiece at Cable.

"Your coffee is here," Cable said. Through the earpiece, you heard Wade make an excited squealing noise and what sounded like Domino sighing heavily.

Some seconds later, Deadpool and Domino came repelling down a pipe from the roof and rushed over to get their coffees from Dopinder. Domino chose to wear her hair in stylish Bantu Knots, she had said it was a bad hair day, but she looked as flawless as ever. You were afraid you might be in love with her, or maybe it was her hair or the fact she had heterochromia, or at the very least you were maybe little too obsessed with her outfit! Who cared, Domino was plain freaking awesome!

"Give me that sugary goodness," Deadpool said as he kissed Dopinder through his mask and reached for his coffee. He took his mask off halfway, exposing his mouth, and sucked down dramatically on the frothiest, most hideous excuse for a coffee you had ever seen.

Domino grabbed her macchiato and Cable his latte, you were surprised someone all dark and brooding and serious like him would drink anything with milk in it. You grabbed your cappuccino and thanked Dopinder who was drinking a milkshake.

"What the FUCK is this?" Deadpool asked after he finally finished taking his first sip, more like chug. "This isn't the Caramel Macchiato, Venti, Skim, Extra Shot, Extra-Hot, Extra-Whip, Sugar-Free coffee I ordered!" He bellowed loudly.

"Are you sure that thing is even classified as coffee anymore?" Domino quipped after taking a sip of her macchiato.

"Are you sure that thing is even classified as coffee anymore?" Wade mimicked like a four-year-old brat.

"Whatever," Domino said raising her hands in the air and rolling her eyes.

"The real question is: Where is this easy target and big payday you promised me?" You inched closer to Wade with a look that could kill. You blew air in his ear and amplified the inaudible frequency so that it damn near scrambled his brain. He squalled like a crying child with colic and dropped his Starbucks cup, foam and syrup and what little actual coffee there was in it splattered on the hood of the car coating everyone in the sickly sweet liquid except for Domino, by some unfair miracle.

"That's just fucking great!" Cable said in annoyance as he used his free hand to wipe away the frothy foam that covered his chest. You did the same and licked some of the foam off your finger, all the guys ogled you like you were some damn peacock.

"Men!" Domino said in disgust. You giggled as the gleeful feeling of dominating power coursed through you.

"To answer your question, Carrie White," Wade was referring to you.

"Carrie had telekinetic powers, Mr Pool, wouldn't it make more sense to call her Abra Stone, I'm pretty sure if she tried DJ could generate an earthquake too?" Dopinder asked innocently.

"No, Dopinder, what would make more sense would be to call her Black Canary, but given as how that is a completely different comic book universe and the fact that whoever thought up DJ's powers was an unimaginative lout who couldn't think up something cooler than sound manipulation and also thought DJ was an intuitive play on words and abilities, no, I do not think it would be better to call her Abra Stone. Shockwave maybe... but that’s trdemarked by Hasbro, so," everyone looked at Deadpool in confusion. "Anyway! I'm pretty sure she'll show up any minu-" Deadpool was interrupted by the sound of his phone receiving a message.

"Whoops, Ha-ha, forgot to put that on vibrate," Wade wiggled his eyebrows which strained against the tight fabric of his mask, "Ah, it's Weasel, apparently Madam Mayflower… Pffft- Mayflower! Anyway, apparently, she's not coming. She's going somewhere else today. Oooh! It's a Burlesque Club!"

"Well, what's the fucking plan?" Cable asked showing signs of impatience for the first time.

Wade looked over at you, Cable and Domino, his eyebrows clearly raised in mischief behind his mask.

“Now Madonna, Cher and… The Jackson Five,” he pointed to each of you, assigning you with the corresponding singer’s name.

Domino rolled her eyes at being designated as the entire music group of the Jackson Five (it was no doubt a play on the fact she usually wore her hair in an afro).

Wade made sure he used his most diva emulating performance to sell his pitch, “Put on your favourite dancing shoes and wear your skimpiest outfit. Because ladies, we’re going to put on the best burlesque show of our lives!”

“Jesus,” Cable grumbled. You noticed he did that a lot. You wondered if it would ever stop being comical and turn annoying.

Domino raised her hand.

“Yes, Jackson Five?”

“Which 80′s singer are you in this scenario?”

“Why, the legendary Dolly Parton, of course!” Deadpool said gleefully

"What about me Mr Pool?" Dopinder asked feeling a little left out.

"You are Driving Miss Daisy, now common let's go," Wade walked in imaginary heels and sauntered like a runway model to the front seat in the cab.

"That's not even a singer," Dopinder said with a frown.

"Hey, at least you aren't given the title of an entire music group just because of your hair!" Domino said in deadpan.

"Nah, he just got stereotyped as a slow cab driver!" You chimed in before taking your seat in the middle of the cab.

Part Four is HERE!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: X-Men: First Class (Comics), Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr/Reader Characters: Erik Lehnsherr, Reader, Charles Xavier, Alex Summers Additional Tags: Inferno - Freeform, reader a mutant, x men first class - Freeform, erik is bae, ruelle, invincible, Song fic, prompt, lyrics, Song - Freeform, Music, charles is privileged, Fluff, ??? - Freeform, kiss Summary:

Singer - Ruelle Song - Invincible

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Beat of the Heart, Chapter Two: No Shame

Here's the second chapter! I forgot to mention this in the previous one but all the chapter names are from songs! So feel free to listen to them while you read.

It's only about an hour or two later when you see Logan again. Charles had decided that he still wanted the scan performed on Logan and assigned you to the job as Jean was ‘busy’ doing something with Scott. So you travel back to the dorms and knock on Logan's door. You hear some shuffling before the knob twists before the door is pulled back, revealing a properly dressed Logan. He’s dressed in a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. 

His face is scrunched up in what looks like annoyance for a moment though it quickly melts back into the teasing smirk he has been giving you thus far.

“Couldn’t wait to see me again, could you sweetheart?” Logan teases. He crosses his arms and leans against the wooden doorframe, almost mimicking how you had earlier in Charles's office. 

You huff at his insinuation. Standing back from the door, you roll your eyes before correcting him. Because while, yes, he looks good shirtless, you do have a job.

“Sorry, big boy, but I'm here for a more scientific reason. Charles wants me to run that test we were going to do before you woke up. Walk with me. I'll explain the process on the way.” You turn, not glancing at Logan as you walk towards the elevator. Only once inside do you look at him. 

Logan did, in fact, follow you to the lift; slipping inside next to you. He's standing much closer than necessary, making heat tingle across your skin. You shove the feeling down to get control of your powers, preventing your veins from starting to glow. 

When the door closes, you start telling Logan the process and reason for the test you will run on him.

“On your side of things, it will be easy; all you have to do is lie down on a bed in a machine. It's like an X-ray and MRI all in one but attuned specifically to mutants and their abilities. We use it to see exactly what a mutant's abilities are, how it affects their body, and if they have any injuries we can't see on the outside.” 

You glance at Logan to see if he's listening. And to your pleasant surprise, he seems to be actually taking in the information you are giving him. A smile creeps up on your face at the sight. You wouldn’t expect anyone to pay attention, and you wouldn’t blame them for it either. But there he was, listening to your every word as you explained a complex machine's purpose.

When you reach the mansion's basement level, the elevator dings, and the doors open with a quiet mechanical noise. You lead Logan out into the hallway. After about a minute of walking you reach the infirmary doors. Once again, your hand is pressed against the sensor and the metal doors slide open. 

“Give me a minute to put my stuff on and then we can get started,” you tell Logan as you pull your lab coat on for the second time in the day. “Actually, could you take off your shirt? It’ll make putting the sensors on easier for me.” You don’t even realize the possible implications of your statement till you’re finished putting on your gloves and you see Logan's smirk.

A blush quickly rises to your cheeks. You scoff at his expression and shove his shoulder. 

“Oh, shut up and get your mind out of the gutter. I didn’t mean it in that way.”

Turning on your heel, you quickly walk into the infirmary proper, hoping to hide your embarrassment with distance. You can hear Logan chuckle from behind as he follows you. Once sensors are retrieved from their drawer, you instruct him on which bed he must lie on. 

Once he is reclined, you begin placing the sensors. They are clear sticky circles with minor metal attachment points. You put them on his shoulders, upper arms, forearms, temples, pecs, and abdomen.

As you place the last sensor on his left shoulder Logan shifts on the bed. He leans his head up and to the left, making eye contact with you as his eyebrow raises and a smirk crosses his features. 

“Knew you jus’ wanted to see me shirtless again,’ he teases. Instead of verbally responding, you simply rip off the patch you had just placed, a small smile of satisfaction gracing your features when you see him wince.

“Ah yes, I’m totally doing all of this just to see you without your shirt off when I could instead be relaxing, definitely, for sure,” you quip. Before Logan can retort, you press a button on the outside of the medical device. 

The bed slowly moves inside the machine, and once the door shuts, you release a quiet sigh and drag a hand over your face. The burning blush on your cheeks is brought to full attention by the nerve sensors in your hand. Of course, he was attractive without a shirt, there was no denying it, but he didn’t have to be cocky about it. Logan just couldn’t let you enjoy it, could he?

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you set your hand on the casing of the x-ray machine. Then, you use your powers to connect to the machine. You feel the familiar thrum of electricity against your fingertips and crawling through your veins, connecting you to the electrical wiring inside the machine. You’ve done it so often that you barely have to focus on connecting.

What you do next, however, requires more concentration. You close your eyes and focus on the machine's scanner. Your vision is blurry initially, but after a few seconds, you can see Logan from a top-down view. 

Ignoring the heat that returns to your skin, you switch the view to X-ray. To your surprise, Logan's skeleton is either made of or has metal surrounding it. You can’t tell which kind, but the machine will tell you when the full scan is finished.

You pull out of the machine and open your eyes. They are again blurry but clear up in a few seconds, and then you walk over to the infirmary computer. 

You flick your wrist towards the computer, turning it on with your powers. It prompts you to log in. You type in the code, then start the program for the scanner's results. Even though you have some of the best technology in the country, the two devices always take forever to connect on their own. So, using your mutation, you artificially connect the two. 

Scott would always scold you whenever he caught you doing it, saying that they ‘should only be used for important or dangerous situations.’ 

Charles would also scold you on occasion. Although, that was for a completely different reason. He wanted to make sure you weren't stunting your neural pathways by doing something the easy way too often. You usually listen to Xavier and give Scott a small shock and a grin.

I mean, why would you purposely wait for minutes when you could make it happen in mere seconds?

A little ding sound notifies you that the machines have successfully connected and that the scan will now be slowly transferred into a file on the desktop. So, you grab your note clipboard and pen from the desk and write down your observations. 

The full scan and download of files take about 10 minutes. The computer makes a little noise and prompts you to save the file. You click the prompt before walking over to the scanning machine, placing your hand on it again, and using your powers to release Logan. 

When Logan comes out, his eyes are closed, and his eyebrows are bunched in his seemingly permanent furrow. The little wrinkles between his eyebrows make you want to gently smooth them with your thumb, but you resist the urge and pat his shoulder instead. 

Logan blinks his eyes open, sitting up on the medical bed. He rolls his neck, creating a few popping noises as he does so. 

“Did you enjoy your trip?” you jokingly ask, a teasing smile plastered on your face. “I know I enjoyed the peace and quiet.”

Logan rolls his eyes and stands up. He grabs his shirt off the table he had set it on and pulls it over his head. You bite your lip at how his back and shoulder muscles move and quickly look away at the computer. 

“As if I even talk that much,” he grumbles. Logan turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrow at you. “Let's see the fancy machine's results. Unless this really was just a long ploy to get me to take my shirt off.” 

His light frown turns into a smirk as he teases. It reddens your cheeks with heat, and your veins faintly glow with buzzing energy. You don't give him the pleasure of a response.

Logan follows you over to the computer. You double-click on the file to open it, waiting a few seconds for the full pictures to load. You expect Logan to simply stand by you or even behind you. 

But instead, both his arms are placed by your sides on the desk. You can feel a whisper of his chest against your back, separated by only the clothes you’re wearing, his arms pressing against yours. Logan’s body is caging you against the desk. And it’s making your entire body flush with heat and butterflies, veins glowing with the energy you’re having difficulty controlling.

So, to distract yourself from the warm body pressed to yours, you focus on the computer. First, you look at the skeleton scan. Using your powers instead of a mouse, you zoom in, closely looking at Logan's skeleton, specifically the three claws between his ulna and radius in each of his arms.

“That's where your claws slot into your arms, and the scan tells me right here that your skeleton is covered in a metal we call Adamantium,” you inform Logan, pointing at what you are talking about. 

He hums in acknowledgment. His nods along to the information you tell him are almost teasing, his breath dancing across your neck from the close proximity.

You move on to the muscular scan, but there isn’t much it tells you, so you quickly move on to the final scan. It’s the one that picks up the mutant gene. The one that tells you precisely what someone's powers are.

You’re just about to begin looking into Logan's power and telling him what you find when the sound of someone clearing their throat breaks the silence first. The two of you whip your head to the sound. You see Scott walking in with his arms crossed.

Even with his glasses on, Scott's face and body language express disappointment and exasperation. He steps closer to the two of you, stopping just a few feet away. You glare at the man. Scott seemingly ignores this in favor of scolding you.

“Sorry to interrupt your clearly very important business but Charles wants to know if the scan is complete.”

Logan steps back from you, allowing both of you to turn around and look at Scott fully. You roll your eyes at him.

“Yes, Scott, it's done. I was reviewing it with Logan, showing him the capabilities of our machines here. Though if Charles wants them, I’ll head there right now.”

Scott gives you a curt nod, turns to face the doors, and then leaves the infirmary just as fast as he arrives.

You groan and drag a hand over your face. You send one last glare in Scott's direction before turning to Logan.

“Sorry about that. You are more than welcome to join me, but I really do need to get those files to Charles.” You touch the computer's console once more. You have to concentrate a bit as you find the correct computer and send the files over.

Logan waves you off with a little smile, “Nothing to worry about, I’ll see you later, yeah?” You give him a smile in return and nod.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

The two of you exit the room together. Logan patiently waits for you to take off your lab coat before leaving out the second set of doors. The two of you go up the elevator together and separate to different parts of the mansion.

Once you reach the meeting room, you are greeted by the sight of Charles and your fellow X-Men (except for Scott). You scoff internally at the man's audacity to scold you when he doesn’t even attend the meeting. 

Charles smiles his familiar, comforting smile and gestures to the computer in the room. You return the smile, then turn the device on and open the file with your mutation. 

Much like with Logan earlier, you show the skeleton scan first; explaining that his skeleton has Adamantium grafted on top of it, and his claws hide in the bones of his forearms. You show the following scan once everyone has absorbed the information. Since you had seen before that the muscle scan didn’t reveal much, you elect to only show the mutation scan, putting it side by side with the skeleton one. 

This time, you will not be interrupted by Scott. So you can actually explain your full findings.

“From the scan, it appears that Logan has potent regenerative abilities. This allows him to have the claws without causing severe damage and having whatever process to cover his bones in metal not kill him.”

You can tell that everyone in the room, including Charles, was just as surprised as you were when you saw the results. The meeting room is silent for a few seconds. But then people begin discussing the scans amongst themselves and how valuable Logan could be to the team.

While this is happening, Scott approaches Logan in the hallway of the teacher dorms. Logan had been heading to one of the common rooms, but Scott stopped him by calling out his name. Logan turns to face the other man, crosses his arms, and looks at him expectantly. 

Scott returns this by crossing his arms.

“Alright. Listen, I know you just got here, but you need to stay away from my medic. They don’t need you distracting them from their work, nor do the rest of us X-Men,” Scott scolds, pointing a finger at the other man.

Logan rolls his eyes and retorts mockingly, “I think they can make that decision themselves, Cyclops.” While saying Scott's code name, Logan shakes his head slightly from side to side before brushing past him to continue to the common room. 

It is dinner time at the X-Mansion, which means that all the adults are eating together in the kitchen. It resembles breakfast, just with different food. And much like breakfast, Logan is the last to enter the kitchen. You smile when you see him and call Logan to sit beside you. 

Ororo is sitting on your other side; she gives you a little nudge to the side and a playful smile. You return it with a roll of your eyes and a nudge.

Logan sits in the empty seat next to you, giving you a small smile as he begins eating his food. 

The room is quiet and the air is awkward. The others seem to be glancing at Logan, seemingly waiting for him to say something. He was the new guy and no one wanted to overstep but they also didn’t know how to bring him into the normal conversation. However, you didn’t let that stop you.

“Sucks being the new guy at school when you’re an adult, huh?” You tease Logan.

After that, the two of you immediately hit it off, joking, laughing, and bouncing off one another. This releases the tension in the room and the dinner table is again full of conversation.

After dinner, you and Scott wash and dry the dishes together. The team takes turns every day, and today, it was you and him. Logan stood close by, off to the side, continuing the conversation you were having during dinner. 

Logan had offered to help with the dishes, but you told him, “New guys don’t wash dishes their first day.” He rolled his eyes but conceded to making you laugh from the side.

At one point, while you were scrubbing a bowl, Logan made you laugh enough that you let go of the faucet, splashing water on yourself and Scott.

Scott jabs you in the side, “Watch what you're doing I like this shirt.” It is a blatant lie, and you lightheartedly roll your eyes, giving Scott a jab in return, charged with a tiny amount of electricity. Not enough to hurt, but enough to pull a wince out of the man. 

At first, he glares at you, but when Scott hears your devious giggle and sees your grin, he can’t help but laugh along. You turn your attention back to the task at hand, giving Scott the cleaned bowl. 

He joins you and Logan in your banter, occasionally telling Logan about something embarrassing you did to which you blush and try to get him to shut up. And when you can’t, you tell embarrassing stories about Scott in return.

Once the dishes are done, Scott and you both have spots of water on your shirts, and the three of you walk together back to your individual rooms. 

Scott is the first to split off, telling you a quick ‘goodbye’ as he slips into Jean's room. You smirk and nudge Logan, the two of you quietly chuckling at Scott's lack of subtlety.

Soon, the two of you reach your rooms. You're hesitant to say goodnight, not wanting to end the fun you're having. But it’s late and you already feel sleep tugging your eyelids. 

“Goodnight, Logan, I’ll see you in the morning?” You tilt your head a bit and give him a genuine smile.

In return, Logan gives you a similar smile, “Yeah, g’night, Y/N.”

The two of you part, shutting your doors seconds apart. You sigh, getting into your typical pajamas and flopping onto the bed, soon falling asleep.

Later into the night, sounds from the other side of the hall wake you up. Sitting up and blinking your eyes awake, you strain your ears to listen, hearing the sounds of Logan in pain and thrashing on the bed. 

You jump out of your bed, tossing your covers to the side. You practically sprint to his door, opening it hastily only to find Rogue absorbing Logan's power to heal herself. There are three bloody punctures on her shoulder, clearly caused by Logan's claws.

Once you see that Rogue's wound is fully closed, you pull her carefully from Logan, making sure not to touch her skin yourself. 

You turn towards the door to see Jean, Scott, and Ororo standing at the doorway, watching you in surprise as you handle the situation wonderfully.

Jean is the first to approach, kneeling beside the bed and quietly asking Rogue what happened. Rogue explains that Logan was having a nightmare and he had accidentally stabbed her when she tried to wake him up.

While listening, you check in on Logan, ensuring his powers are still working and healing him properly. You check his pulse and get a sense of his temperature with your hands. He’s a little clammy and his heart rate is up a few beats from the adrenaline but other than that, Logan is back to normal. 

You smile as Logan's eyes close, returning to the peace of sleep. Turning your attention to Jean, you look her in the eyes and give her a nod. She returns the nod and gets up, ushering the other two out of the room and down to their rooms; reassuring them that you have the situation under control.

You look at Rogue, finding the girl curling in on herself. She’s clearly scared and ashamed of what she did, even if no one ended up seriously hurt. You carefully place your hands on her shoulder, only touching her clothes. She looks up at you, eyes wide.

“You know, everyone struggles with their powers. Especially ones that can hurt others if you’re not careful,” You tell her, hoping to bring some comfort. “When my powers manifested, I hurt people too. I shut down the power of an entire block in the city and sent electricity through everyone inside my house. I didn’t kill anyone, but no one looked at me the same after that.”

You sigh at the memory of your mutation making itself known, “I don’t blow out power grids anymore but I’m still learning daily. I still mess up and hurt people. I don’t mean to. It's just a natural part of learning to control your mutation.”

You can see the way your words affect her. Rogue immediately relaxes her tense shoulders, breathing regularly, and eyes no longer wide. You want to hug her but settle for patting her shoulder.

The two of you leave the room, closing the door behind you. You didn’t even realize that Logan was awake while you comforted her. You didn't notice the small smile gracing his features. You tell Rogue goodnight, watching her disappear down the hallway.

You sigh softly, returning to your room. Laying down on your bed again, you pull the covers back over yourself. The pull of sleep wraps you in its embrace as you close your eyes and return to slumber.

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[bees-tap-dancing]

Beat of the Heart, Chapter Three: Up All Night

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You had just grabbed your lunch from the kitchen and were heading back to your classroom when Logan and Ororo approached you, a concerned look on both their faces. Logan’s brows were pinched together, his frown lines a bit more prominent given he was frowning. Ororo’s face was less pinched, but no less concerned.

Ororo is the first to speak, “have you seen Rogue today? Or recently?” You tilt your head slightly to the side as you replay  your day in your head, trying to think if you had seen the girl. You shake your head when you come up with nothing. 

Logan’s frown instantly deepens and Ororos eyebrows furrow.

“Why? What's going on?” You ask, voice laced with concern, noticing their shift in demeanor from worried to distressed.

Logan sighs, dragging a hand over his face before telling you the problem.

“Rogues missing, it seems no one has seen her since lunch time. The last time someone saw her she was talking to a kid her age and she looked upset. I think she ran away because of what someone said about last night.” 

Your heart drops and your eyes widen at the realization, “then why are we standing here?! We need to tell Charles right now!” Ororo looks a little embarrassed, seeing that she probably should have told Charles as soon as Logan told her.

“You’re right, I guess we were just hopeful she hadn't run off,” Ororo says as she leads the two of you in the direction of Charles's office. 

When the three of you frantically tumble through the door to Charles' office, he is already wheeled in front of his desk. You step back from the door, letting him through and following behind him.

“I apologize for tapping into your minds, but your concern for Rogue was hard to block out. I have informed Jean and Scott of the present situation and they will be meeting us in Cerebro.” Logan and Ororo follow you and Charles. The two of them catch up to walk by your side, you give both of them a reassuring smile that's as much for them as it is for you.

When the group of you reach the elevators Jean and Scott catch up with you, joining you in the ride down to the basement where Cerebro is held. The ride down in quiet, all of you quietly worrying to yourself about what Rogue is doing and where she is. 

Reaching Cerebro you assist Charles in setting it up. Using your powers you turn the complex device on then turning to help place the helmet correctly on his head, making sure the sensor touches his forehead. Once everything is ready you step away, letting him concentrate. 

The screens all along the walls flash to life, displaying the familiar glowing silhouettes of mutants across the world. You look at Logan to see his reaction, smiling at his barely hidden expression of awe at the capabilities of Charles and Cerebro . 

After a few seconds the screens focus on Rogue. They show her walking down the street towards the nearby train station.

Charles removes the headset, setting it down. You turn off the machine with a simple brush of your fingers walking with him to the rest of the X-men.

You all look at each other for a minute, deciding what to say. You're the first to speak up.

“We need to go after her, if we don't either the brotherhood or mutant hating humans will find her.” Logan makes a noise of agreement, crossing his arms.

“While I do agree, we need to prepare first, and I want you to stay here Logan. This is most likely a trap in order to capture you and we can't give them that,” Charles comments. It's not quite a command, but his tone doesn't leave much room to argue.

Logan argues anyway, saying that he's not going to let himself get captured and that you all need his help. Charles holds his hand up and Logan closes his mouth.

“I understand your concern but you need to stay behind. I do not know what they plan to do with you, but we must not let it happen, and they are capable. The X-Men will be perfectly fine handling this mission.” Logan looks like he wants to argue, but he instead just huffs and walks away.

Scott scoffs at Logan's behavior and you push his shoulder in retaliation, and follow after Logan.

It’s about an hour later and you are walking toward the garage, pulling on your conductive gloves as you head to prepare the car for the train station. As you pass by the entrance you also pass Logan. You catch him as he’s about to exit the front entrance's door, calling his name to which he turns and looks at you.

“Where are you going?” You question, your left hand coming to rest on your hip. 

Logan looks almost sheepish for a moment, maybe even a little guilty, but it’s quickly covered by his scowl.

“I’m going to do what needs to be done, I'm going to save her.” You sigh, knowing that’s what he was planning. You walk over to him, setting a hand on his shoulder, matching his expression.

“I agree, but you can’t go alone, it’s not safe. At least let me go with you, I’ll watch your back.” Logan huffs, looking at your face for a moment. He seemingly finds what he’s looking for and nods. You smile in response and release his shoulder.

Walking away you lead Logan to the garage, turning on the many overhead lights. There are several cars parked in the garage, an SUV that is able to fit all the X-men, a sports car, a large truck along with others, and a lone motorcycle. You gesture out with your hand, non-verbally telling Logan to pick what to ride. 

He immediately walks over to the motorcycle and you resist the urge to laugh. Predictable. You grab the helmets from off the wall, telling Scott you were sorry in your head and promising to return it safe, even though he couldn’t hear it. 

Putting the helmet on, you hand Logan the other. To which he gives you an incredulous look that makes you blush and laugh a little. You set the helmet back where it was before touching the vehicle, making it hum to life in an instant. Logan gets onto the motorcycle with ease. You follow much less confidently, wrapping your arms around his waist, holding yourself close to him.

Logan flips up the kick stand, walking the vehicle a bit as you open the garage door with your powers, before taking off. You’re thankful he can’t see your blushing face from this position as you ride away from the mansion. 

A little bit of nervousness creeps up as you pass the estates gates. You had never ridden on a motorcycle before and it was now hitting you how fast it is. Your hold on Logan tightens, pulling yourself closer to him and resting your face against his shoulder. 

In your hold you feel Logan start to shake with a chuckle.

“If you hold me any tighter you’re gonna rip me in half there sweetheart,” Logan teases, turning his head just a touch to the side to see your face. 

A blush immediately rises to your cheeks. Butterflies begin swirling around in your chest as you hide your face from him further behind his back. 

But the reality that you're heading out to save someone hits you in the face with a cold rush of air, getting rid of the butterflies as quick as they came. You can tell Logan feels this too as he goes silent. After a few minutes of silent riding you squeeze Logan in a sort of pseudo hug.

“We’ll find her. We’ll bring her home,” you say more to yourself than him. 

The two of you arrive at the station within 15 minutes, parking the car a bit hastily in front of it. You and Logan enter the building, looking around the lobby. After just a few seconds you both come to the realization that she is not here and you’re going to have to split up to find her. 

You turn to look at Logan and he nods. He turns and pushes through the crowd, heading toward the left end of the station. You head the opposite direction, albeit with more struggle. 

You spend several minutes walking around the station in a rushed manner, looking side to side in an attempt to find Rogue as fast as you can. Your phone buzzes in your pocket against the side of your leg. 

With a small sigh you pull it out of your pocket, looking at the screen to see an incoming call from Scott and several messages from Ororo. You feel a little bad as you turn your phone off and put it back. 

Just as you finish returning your phone to its place you hear commotion from one of the nearby trains. It’s hard to hear anything distinct but you have the inkling it’s Logan and Rogue. You run there as fast as you're able to through the crowded station, finding the two of them and Magneto having a standoff. Erik is holding Logan up with an outstretched hand, slowly pulling his arms in opposite directions. The moment you see them you send a bolt of electricity Magnetos' way. It hits him, but you fired it from too far away so most of the energy had dissipated. While it may not hurt him, it does drag his attention from Logan and to you. 

Magneto glowers at you as you give him a smirk, charging up another bolt of electricity in your hands as you continue your charge toward them. But just before you fire it off Magneto pulls Logan in front of him. Using the man as a meat shield. You nearly skid to a stop as you absorb the energy back into your body then continue your race into the train. 

Just as you step on and in you hear Rogue agreeing to leave with him, under the condition that he leaves Logan and you alone. You want to shout, to stop them, but Magneto is already guiding her out of the bus. You send out one more spark of energy as a last ditch effort but it doesn’t do much. 

Once Magneto has left the scene, Logan is released from his suspended position, dropping down onto his knees. As soon as he makes contact with the train floor you rush over to his side, checking for any injuries before you help him back to his feet. 

The two of you share a look, Logan’s far more angry than your concerned one and once you’re sure Logan has his footing, the two of you book it to the entrance of the station where you hear the sounds of a conflict between what you can only guess is your fellow X-Men and The Brotherhood. 

Through the large windows and glass doors you can see Magneto, Rogue, and some other mutants you don’t quite recognize surrounded by police force. It takes all your willpower to not burst through the doors to attack him. Logan seems to do the same. But that doesn’t prevent you from using your powers to hear the conversation happening outside. 

As soon as you tap into one of the police officer’s many walkie talkie’s you can tell that Charles is speaking through one of the mutants to Erik. After a few tense moments, Magneto and his Brotherhood depart and the police force soon follow. 

You and Logan exit the building, meeting with the others in front of the black car Charles is sitting in. Upon your arrival you straightaway can tell that Scott is not happy with you.

You give him a sheepish smile as he asks, “And what happened to the two of you?” Logan gruffly and with many simplifications tells him about your encounter with Erik and how he took Rogue. Scott is ready to scold the two of you but Charles raises a hand to stop him.

“Do not give them too much grief Scott, I am the one who made the biggest mistake. I apologize to you all, I guessed his motives wrong.”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself either. None of us could have accurately predicted what Magneto's plan was we just have to make up for it by rescuing Rogue,” you counter, resting a hand on his shoulder. Charles places his hand atop yours, giving you his signature fatherly smile. 

Everyone begins to pile into the car to go home. Logan goes to where he had parked the motorcycle and you begin to follow him, but you turn around when you hear Charles sigh wistfully. He’s staring at where Erik was and you know what he’s going to say before he even says it. 

“It pains me to see him like this. He’s reverting to the comfort of his anger, letting himself fall back on old habits. If he would just let me in, let us help him, he wouldn’t have to be so angry, he could come back home.” You stay quiet, simply listening to Charles’ woes. Squeezing his shoulder in comfort you give him a hum of agreement, then join Logan atop the motorcycle.

The ride back to the mansion is quiet, you're too busy stewing in your feelings to muster up a conversation with Logan. You’re pissed at yourself, for not getting there earlier. For not being able to do anything to Magneto. For not being able to save Rogue. Your frustration manifests itself in electricity crackling across your skin. It zaps and flashes, releasing the built up energy you had stored. By result,  your untapped electricity zapped across Logan’s jacket and flesh. 

Logan flinches at the stings that are gone as soon as they happen. You, however, don’t notice this, simply thinking he's shifting to get comfortable on the motorcycle. He tilts his head to the side, about to ask you about it, but upon seeing your face scrunched up in thought he decides to leave it be for now. 

You only realize your slipped control of your mutation when you are inside the X-mansion. Your eyes wander to the burned holes in Logan’s leather jacket, gasping when you realize they were caused by you. 

“Oh god Logan I am so sorry, I didn’t even realize what I was doing or that my powers were out of control. I’ll help clean and patch you up and I promise I will buy you a new jacket-” Logan stops your fountain of apologies by wrapping his hands around your hand. Butterflies bloom in your stomach as you stare wide eyed at him.

He takes off one of the sleeves, showing his arm to you, whereupon inspection, you realize there are no wounds or even a hint of a scar from your powers. You sigh in relief, meeting Logan’s eyes. 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it bub, this jacket was getting old and worn anyway. I was wearing it till it gave me a reason not to. You took care of that,” he gave you a smirk before continuing, “besides, didn’ even hurt that much. Just like a little pinch,” he lightly teases, making you smile. 

You laugh and shake your head, pushing his shoulder with your free hand. A blush rises to your cheeks and the butterflies intensify under Logan’s carefree gaze, flustering you immensely. 

“Okay,” you pause, “but at least let me buy you a new one to make it up.” Logan laughs and shakes his head, giving your hand a squeeze. You squeeze it in return as he tells you, “I’ll let you know if I ever need a new one.” You laugh with him, fingers faintly glowing.

The two of you look at one another for a long moment, not saying anything, simply enjoying the sensation of holding each other’s hand. Warmths blooms in you. It starts where Logan's hand meets yours, through your arm, and into your chest. 

But the quiet moment is shattered by Jean’s footsteps into the foyer. You turn your head just as she spots the two of you, a noise of surprise bubbling up from the back of her throat. Logan’s head snaps to join yours in looking at Jean. 

Your eyes widen as you release Logan's hand, taking a step away from him. A blush burns fiercely across your face. Accompanying your blushing is energy rushing in your veins, making the fine arteries and capillaries in your face and hands faintly glow. 

“Ah! Sorry I didn’t know anyone was still up and about,” Jean apologizes as she steps out of the foyer and down the hall to her room.

You and Logan stare at each other for an awkwardly quiet moment before a giggle bubbles its way up and out of you. Logan gives you a confused look and it only makes you laugh harder. Soon he joins your laughter with a chuckle of your own.

It takes a minute for your laughing to calm down, both of you catching your breath. You hesitate for just a second before grabbing Logan’s hand once more, giving it a gentle squeeze as you look at him with a smile.

“I'll see you tomorrow. Get some sleep Logan.” 

“Yeah, you too,” Logan replies in a dulcet tone. The two of you look at one another for a moment longer, several words left sitting on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be said. Even though everything in you doesn’t want to, you pull away from Logan, walking to your room and giving him a little wave before you turn the corner. 

A few minutes after you walk inside of your room you hear the opening and closing of Logan's door. A smile flashes across your face. You quickly finish your nightly routine before sliding into your bed and falling asleep for the night. 

The next day you head down the long hallways to the kitchen. The X-Men usually had breakfast together and today was no different as you walked into the room to the sight of your friends gathered around the table eating various breakfast foods. 

“Morning!” You say as you grab a plate and grab the foods you want on it. A chorus of ‘good morning’s are told to you in varying states of awake, and mood on being awake. 

Plate loaded with food, you sit down in your chair. Like a college lecture hall no one had assigned seats, but you all still had your preferred spots at the table. However, curiously Jean sits next to you. Something she normally doesn’t do, instead preferring to sit next to Scott and Hank in the mornings. Ororo sits next to you like normal. But the two of them move their chairs to sit even closer to you, almost trapping you between the two of them. 

You sit awkwardly between the two women, glancing back and forth between them as you cautiously nibble your breakfast. After a few grueling seconds that feel like minutes, Ororo speaks.

“Soooo,” the white haired woman starts, dragging out the ‘o’ sound, “Jean told me that she saw something last night,” the redhead simply nods in agreement, a teasing smile on her lips. 

“Wanna tell us why you and Logan were holding hands?” Ororo matches Jean’s smile with one of her own. Your head tilts to the side in confusion. But then it clicks and heat rises to your cheeks flushing them a soft pink. 

“I- uh that's- um well- ah uh you see um-” You sputter, trying to find an explanation for them. As if some cruel, ironic joke from the universe, Logan chooses to walk into the kitchen at that very moment. You don’t even look to see because you can feel Ororo and Jean smirking at you, but before they can say anything you give both of them little shocks and hard stares. 

The two of them stifle their giggles as Logan sits down across the table from you. You give him a smile that he returns. During Jean and Ororo’s teasing, you had not only blushed but began to glow as well, you however had it under control by the time Logan had sat down.  You think he doesn’t notice, based on his lack of reaction. But Logan does, just the very end of it, to which he chalks up to your friends making you laugh.

Logan starts eating the moment he sits down, which reminds you of your own food. As you resume munching on your breakfast Jean and Ororo resume talking to you, though no longer about Logan but about a movie that had recently come out that you all had seen together as a group. 

All conversation at the table is halted when Scott clears his throat. Every head turns to face him, waiting for him to say whatever he has to say.

“We need to discuss what happened yesterday with Rogue at the train station. We couldn't have predicted what he wanted but you were out of line Logan. You could have gotten yourself, Rogue, or the rest of us killed with your recklessness. Next time you need to listen to what the professor and the rest of us decide on.”

From the corner of your eye you can see Logan's eyes practically roll to the back of his skull in annoyance. You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. 

“Oh yeah? And if you guys had gone at the time you decided then you wouldn't even have had a chance to look at Rogue before he got to her. At least me and Y/N got to try and get to her!” Logan retaliates, gesturing at Scott with his knife. 

“You don't know that, for all you know you being there early could have triggered Magneto to go after her sooner!” Scott is now standing, the tension in the room rose with him. 

“Hey! He was just trying to save her, Logan was not planning on putting us in danger and I made sure of that! All he wanted to do was help her,” I interject.

“Oh don't you even start Y/N! You know better, you should have stopped him, not babysat.” Your veins begin to glow from the frustration, small sparks of energy crackling across your skin.

“Fuck off Scott we're both full grown adults we knew what our decision meant,” Logan butts in.

“But Scott makes a point, the two of you should have followed instruction instead of leaving or at the very least asked the rest of us to come with you like the team we are supposed to be! Something could have happened and we wouldn’t have made it in time, but you could be nicer about it Scott,” Jean adds, trying to calm the situation.

At this point Logan is standing, him and Scott glaring at one another. Just as Logan opens his mouth everyone at the table receives a telepathic message from Charles.

“Arguing won’t solve anything, stop it and enjoy your breakfast.” Logan grumbles and the two of them sit down, everyone quietly returning to eating their food. 

The moment you finish you stand and declare that you’re taking care of dishes. Even though you stood by your decision to go with Logan, you felt bad for making the others worry and undermining Scott and Charles, so this was your way of non-verbally apologizing. Logan joins your side. You assume it's for the same reason you are. 

The two of you settle into a rhythm, you cleaning and washing the dishes and Logan drying them and putting them away. Everything is quiet, until you get the grand idea to tease Logan.

“You really let Scott get to you huh?” You say with a sly smile, looking at him from your periphery. Logan lets out a huff followed by a quiet chuckle.

“You’re one to talk, I saw ya glowin’ earlier, Jean say somethin’ real funny?” He counters. Your face flushes and you stumble around an explanation but before you can get a word Logan presses a finger to your lips, shushing you effectively with a smirk. 

Butterflies take flight in your chest at the proximity. But by some miracle you manage to keep your powers controlled and your veins unilluminated. You roll your eyes and give Logan a gentle shove, returning to the dishes. 

When the dishes are washed, put away, and your hands are dried you turn to one another. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Logan asks with a roguish smile. You tilt your head to the side, raising your eyebrow in questioning but return the smile nonetheless. 

“And where exactly would we go?”

Logan shrugs his shoulders, walking toward the garage, “wherever we wanna go, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, ignoring the butterflies it gives you. “And how are we going to get there? ‘Cause I’m not letting you steal Scott’s motorcycle again. We don’t need him to be more upset.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Logan smiles and gives you a nod, “Wasn’t plannin’ on it, we’re taking a car.” You return the smile and start walking towards the garage, Logan following after a few seconds.

When you reach the garage Logan wastes no time in picking the large truck. You shake your head and chuckle at his stereotypical choice, but you join him anyway in the passenger seat. Once your seatbelt is on he pulls out of the garage, heading down the gravel paved road of the institute. 

Hours later the two of you return in the afternoon. You and Logan are laughing as you enter through the garage door into the main hall, you’re leaning against his side as you laugh, almost using him to steady you. But Logan doesn’t seem to mind as he all but leans on you in return. 

Your laughter calms down and the two of you stand there for a moment, simply enjoying the lingering euphoria and close proximity. But upon looking at a clock you realize you have to part. You let out a soft sigh and step away from Logan, immediately missing the steady warmth of his body. 

“I’ve gotta go, I wish we could talk for longer but, I have school lessons to plan and then lab work with Jean. But I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say with a smile. Logan nods and gives you a smile in return.

“Guess I can’t always have you all to myself,” he jokes, making you blush a bit, “but yeah, see you tomorrow.” You give a small laugh at the joke, gently punching Logan’s shoulder. You have an intense urge to kiss him, but you quell it by biting your lip and walking away to your room with a little wave. 

Once out of his line of sight you let out a small breath. You regain your composure and continue to your room to write your lesson plans for the next day.

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[give-me-a-moose]

Just Cramps

Fandom: X-Men Movieverse

Relationship: None, really. Pretty platonic. Except for Scott and Jean.

Mutant Ability: Nerve Manipulation

Note: It’s that time of the month and this one had been particularly bad. Came up with this idea after after talking to a friend of mine.

You were pretty new to Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters, however you seemed to be making friends left and right.

It started with Jubilee as she gave you a tour around the house. She even introduced you to her small group of friends and you seemed to click with them instantly. But, you considered Jubilee to be your best friend. She was so nice and dorky, but if you threatened her family, she would not hesitate to destroy you. She was always...jubilant.

So, when she stomped into the living room and slumped onto the couch, late for movie night, you were a bit concerned.

“You okay?” you asked as the girl leaned into your side, catching everyone’s attention.

“My monthly ‘gift’ showed up early.” she said with a hint of venom before whining, “I want to die.”

You and Jean looked at her sympathetically. Jubliee was prone to intense symptoms. You felt bad for her until a thought came to your head.

“I can take care of that with my mutation.” you offered.

Her eyes lit up, “You can!?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, focusing your power on her lower abdomen. She let out a sigh of relief then hugged you.

“Y/N, you are the best form of Midol ever!”

Scott rolled his eyes, “Come on, girls totally over exaggerate. It’s just cramps! How bad can they be?”

All four of you just stared at him.

“Are you serious?” Jean asked her boyfriend incredulously.

“Pete, back me up.” he turned to his friend, who shrugged.

“Nah man. I have two sisters and a mother. I know better than this.” Peter replied, being smart for once.

The blue teen nodded. He had worked with many women in the circus and felt sympathy for them every month. He had tried to help them out when he could. Bamfing around to get the supplies they needed.

“Do you want to see?” Jean asked Scott, having read your mind. It was a silly idea, but could be fun.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked as he bit into a twinkie that appeared out of nowhere. The other two boys looked equally as curious.

“I can transfer the Jubilee’s cramps to Scott, instead of just suppressing it.” you answered with a grin as you turned to the boy in question, “That way you can feel what it’s like.”  

Scott shrugged, “You’re on.”

“Alright then.” you closed your eyes again and focused on feeling every individual nerve in Jubilee’s body. Then you continued to play around until you found a way to connect the signals her brain was sending to the boy’s nerves.

You knew you had done it correctly when he winced slightly.

“It’s annoying, but that’s about it.” Scott said, sitting back on the couch, “This will be a piece of cake.”

You just shook your head and started the movie.

~*~*~*~*~

Twenty minutes in, Scott started squirming in his seat. As if he just couldn’t find a way to get comfortable.

“You okay there?” Peter asked, barely looking at his friend on the couch to his left. Kurt shared the couch with Peter, but sat closer to the screen, not bother to comment at all.

“Y-yeah.” his voice sounded a little winded, “My leg is falling asleep.” he lied and Jean snorted from her seat beside him.

“Sure it is.” Jubilee chuckled from her seat on the floor, next to you.

After a while, you heard a sharp intake of breath.

“Okay. This is really annoying.” Scott admitted, “But still nowhere near as bad as what you guys make it out to be.” He continued to breath from his mouth, deep and slow breaths.

Jean pat his back, “It’s nothing. You’ll be fine, right?” She smirked.

Finally, it seemed as though the cramps reached their peak, and Scott his breaking point.

“JESUS CHRIST!” he cried out as he clenched his middle, “DID I GET SHOT?”

Jubilee laughed as she paused the movie. Kurt and Peter complaining because they had been fully immersed.

“Nope.” you replied, “Just cramps.”

He looked up at Jean, shock on his features, “You do this every month? Babe, I am so sorry.”

Seeing as he had learned his lesson, you closed your eyes to end his suffering.

“Thank god.” he sighed in relief, “Jub, Jean, Y/N, I’m sorry. I promise I will never say you are overreacting again. That fucking sucked.” he swore.

Jubilee pat his knee, “Apology accepted.”

“It felt like Peter was rapid poking my stomach and wouldn’t stop. Then felt like I was being stabbed. Also, I just wanted to eat a bunch of popcorn, but felt like I was going to throw up, and my back hurt. How long do you guys have to do it?”

“Five to eight days.” Jean shrugged. Scott looked at her in pity then hugged her tight, causing you all to laugh.

“Yeah, yeah. Scott learned to stop being a dick. Woo-hoo. Can we please go back to the movie?” Peter asked, his foot shaking.

“Ve have like ten minutes left and I vant to know vhat happens!” Kurt agreed.

You rolled your eyes as Jubilee pressed play. Everyone settling back into to see the fiery conclusion.