#telepath!reader

[hyperfixationsgobrr]

Sonar loves playing chess, won a competition in middle school, was in the chess team in college. No one on the Z-Team likes chess, because they all suck, and Sonar, let’s be honest, doesn’t have many friends. The Telepath!Reader joins, Sonar does not know they’re a Telepath until he is repeatedly embarrassed by mortifying losses. ‘Who in their right mind plays chess with a Telepath ?’ -Probably Robert when Sonar complains

totally not based off of Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr

[unknown-glitched]

Another outcast idea, probably gonna be shorter than the last one.

With psychics and DaVinci’s, it’d make sense for there to be telepaths/mind readers. Of course, it’s to a certain extent. I think it’d be interesting if telepaths tended to be mute, either by choice or physical/mental reasons, only speaking through their minds and powers.

The silent kid that just sorta floats through, you don’t even know why they’re here until all of a sudden, they answer a question that’s been bugging you for a while. You look around but there’s no one looking at you, nor anyone getting ready to speak to you again.

“I’m talking in your head, and no, you aren’t going crazy… Also, no, don’t ask them to the Rave’n, they’re still a dick” Is all you get, and while you’re confused, and still half-believing you’re going insane, you don’t notice the glances from the said silent kid in the corner of the room, suppressing a snort at the things you think up.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Sneak peek!

Jean touched your shoulder.

"Are you okay? I can feel you projecting your pain".

"I'm sorry", you said with honesty. "I'm just tired".

She nodded, understanding what tiredness could do to one's mutation. Jean knew all too well of untrained minds wreaking havoc in the slumber. She opted to look over to Laufeyson.

"He's thinking of you".

You almost choked.

"Well yes, we just had our brand argument of the day".

"No, he's not thinking of that", she said. "He's worried for you. He thinks your telepathy is… shredding your…" she narrowed her eyes and focused more on him, but suddenly, Laufeyson turned around on his seat and threw her a dirty glance. He projected onto both yours and her mind a very loud and clear:

Stay out of my head.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being host to Phoenix’s opposite.

Plot: Whereas Jean Grey is the host of Phoenix, you are host to the Shadow—a being that follows the destruction left by the Phoenix.

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So this kinda follows the Dark Phoenix movie. This means there are spoilers throughout the series, so please read at your own risk.

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“Y/n, focus.” The mutant in question scrunched her face up in frustration. For the past two hours she had been trying to read Professor Charles Xavier’s mind with no luck.

“You think I’m not?”

“I think you’re distracted.”

“I’m trying to focus on reading your mind while floating on a rock that keeps wobbling. A little distracted is an understatement.” The rock y/n was on, floating several feet in the air, tilted to the left and y/n nearly fell off.

“The idea is to ignore what’s around you. Or under you. Trust that Jean will keep you steady and try to read my mind.” Charles turned his head towards Jean, who was trying to keep the rock y/n was on still. “Jean, try to imagine your holding the rock on a pillar, instead of holding it up alone. Remember the goal is to gain finer control of your telekinesis.”

“I’m trying.” Jean steadied the rock, and y/n closed her eyes briefly and tried to focus.

Her thoughts wandered to what had gotten her and Jean into this situation. Apparently the two young telepaths disagreed on too many things, and it was beginning to affect those around them. So Charles had come up with a little trust exercise for them.

The rock jerked to the right suddenly, and y/n was thrown off onto the ground below. She didn’t break anything, but there were sure to be some lovely bruises later.

“What the hell!” Y/n glared at Jean as she spat grass out of her mouth. The rock was dropped on the ground a few feet from y/n.

“Y/n, language. Jean, why did you throw y/n?” Jean looked a bit guilty when she answered Charles.

“It was an accident. I got distracted.” Charles was about to say more when a voice called out to him.

“Charles!” A hairy blue mutant ran over to the three telepaths, panting for breath.

“Hank, what’s wrong?”

“You need to come see this.”

<—>

Space. The one place y/n never imagined she would go. But here she was, in space trying to save astronauts with her friends. The space shuttle, Endeavor if she remembered correctly, loomed before them.

“Alright everyone. Get the astronauts, and get them home safe. No unnecessary risks—I’m talking to you Peter.”

“Hey!”

“Y/n, try to keep the astronauts calm as we get them out. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. I might be a little stretched thin with all of them.”

“Do what you can. Kurt?”

“On it.” With a poof, Kurt teleported himself, Peter, Jean, and y/n onto the ship. Jean kept the ship together as Peter gathered the astronauts. Y/n did her best to keep all of them calm, but with every crew member added it caused her more strain. She moved closer to Jean to hang onto the wall, trying to physically anchor herself.

Which is why she didn’t get off the ship when the solar flare hit. There was a scream, a flash of light, then nothing.

<—>

Y/n couldn’t move. Was she floating? The air was heavy and thick, She couldn’t breath right. Every breath was slow and drawn out, barely enough to supply her lungs with air.

Something moved in the darkness just out of the corner of her eye. She tried to call out, but her mouth wouldn’t open. Trying her telepathy, y/n reached out into the darkness.

‘What are you?’ Something old, older than anything answered.

“I am ash. I am darkness after the burning light. I am death. I am the Shadow.” It didn’t sound human. Probably not a mutant. Why wasn’t y/n scared? She didn’t feel anything but calm. Shock maybe?

‘Let me go. I have nothing for you.’

“The Phoenix is here. It is hosted in another. I shall be as well.” Phoenix. A bird? No. It was something else, y/n was certain. There was a cold presence in her mind. Like tendrils slithering into the dark corners of her head.

‘Get out of my head, or I’ll make you.’ The Shadow sunk it’s grip tighter in y/n’s mind, causing her to twitch in pain. She still couldn’t move herself. Like her whole body was held fast in a vice, or stuck like a bug in amber.

“Mine.”

<—>

“Y/n!” At the sound of her name, y/n’s eyes snapped open. Panic instantly set in, and she thrashed as something held her down.

“Y/n, stop! It’s just us, you’re okay!” The voice was familiar. Y/n froze, eyes wide as she stared up at a concerned Raven Darkholme.

“What—we were—the flare—?” Y/n tried to sit up, her head spinning as she did so. Raven put a hand on y/n’s shoulder to steady her.

“You and Jean were caught up in it. How the two of you are alive is a miracle.” Y/n shook her head, trying to think through her headache.

“There was...something. It was dark, and—” Raven shushed her and pushed her gently back down.

“Hey, calm down. It’s over now. Just try to rest, we’re almost home.” Y/n nodded and laid back down. She could see Jean and Scott sitting by one another, Jean’s head resting in Scott’s lap as he brushed his hand through her hair.

An odd feeling of possessive jealousy sent shivers down y/n’s spine. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the fact they should be home soon.

‘...mine...’

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Stay tuned for part two!

I have decided not to make a part two.

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

[hellfire-state-of-mind]

Not Fit to be a Hero

Part 1

Telepath!reader au

Warnings: not any in this chapter (maybe none at all?)

Word Count: 1564

A/N: Ok so I have no idea how long this whole thing is going to be but if I waited until I finished the whole thing and then posted it as one long fic, it would’ve been long enough for me to worry about people wanting to sit and read it (maybe 4-5k, maybe more?) Idk what y’alls preferences are for fic length so yeah I’m just gonna split it up into parts. Like I said, I haven’t finished writing the whole thing but I will (eventually) and there will be more parts. Maybe only like 3 or 4 parts total (I guess like a mini-series).

“Telepaths aren’t inherently evil-” you try again, but the senior hero cuts you off.

“Mind readers aren’t inherently evil,” he says. “Mind controllers are. None of us can trust you when you can force any of us to do anything at any moment.”

“But I wouldn’t-”

“But you could.” Stark’s gaze is hard. You look around at the others gathered behind him- Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner. They all hold the same cold, emotionless expressions. Their decision was final. “We can’t trust you, which means you can’t be a hero. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t trust me? What about her?” You gesture at the small, ginger-haired girl shrinking back from me. Wanda Maximoff. Who you thought was your friend. At least up until now. “We have the same abilities. She could turn on you just as easily as I could. Why trust her and not me?”

“Wanda has already proven her loyalty to the Avengers. You, on the other hand, refused to help the last time we asked you to. So what makes you think we would just welcome you back with open arms this time?”

“I was a kid back then, I was scared! I didn’t know what to do so I ran! How can you decide whether you trust me or not based on what I did when I was 15?”

Tony huffed through his nose. “Alright, I’ve had enough.” He flips the Iron Man mask onto his face and raises his hand at you, his repulsors whining as they charged up. “You have our answer. Now get. Out.”

You look pleadingly at Wanda one last time, but she avoids your gaze. Defeated, you turn and walk to the elevator. The doors open but you don’t enter when you hear Wanda’s voice in your head. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You think back, “It’s not your fault, Wanda. I don’t blame you. But don’t reach out to me. They’ve made it clear what will happen if they see me again.” You walk into the elevator, turn around, and see her look of regret just as the doors close.

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You enter your tiny apartment, fuming, and slam the door closed with your mind. One chance. That’s all I needed, you think. They wouldn’t give me even one chance to prove myself. I guess one telepath on the team is enough. You throw yourself down on my bed and close your eyes, holding back a scream of frustration. I’ve caused enough trouble today as it is, let’s not add property damage to the list. You think back to your days with HYDRA. The experiments.

They didn’t know what powers you would manifest after using Loki’s scepter on you. When you started presenting as a telepath, Wanda was assigned as your mentor. You trained with her, she taught you everything you needed to know. Only you were stronger. She weaves her magic with her hands. You can crush a grown man’s skull to dust with a single thought. And you have, while training, gauging just how powerful you were. When the Avengers attacked your base, you escaped with Wanda and her brother, Pietro, without a single scratch. Wanda didn’t let you fight like she and Pietro did. She made you run and hide, told you to wait for them to find you. And they did. But the base had been destroyed. The three of you retreated into the city, Sokovia. There, you were recruited by Ultron, a malevolent AI created by none other than Tony Stark; he wanted to wipe out all human life and start Earth’s population anew and to do it, he needed Sokovia. The next time the Avengers attacked, the city was flying thousands of feet in the air. Had it dropped, the impact would’ve killed billions. Wanda and Pietro aided in the evacuation, having abandoned Ultron when you finally learned of his entire plan. You left, too, but left with the evacuees. You ran. Over the years, your psychic link with Wanda had never faltered; you shared in her pain when Pietro died, you felt her remorse when her mission in Lagos went awry. You whispered to her in those times, trying to ease her pain. You often talked through the link. You could see her, she could see you, you could both find out where the other was if you just closed your eyes reached out. But you never saw each other face to face until today.

When you open your eyes again, the sun is rising over New York City. You can hear your next door neighbor bumping around, getting ready for the day. You turn your head and see Avengers Tower directly through your window. The events of yesterday flood your mind and a new wave of fury crashes over you. You stare at the city skyline and the glass in every window in the small apartment shatters. You close your eyes again and sigh. It’s bad enough I don’t actually pay for this place, I’m just squatting here. Someone probably heard that and they’re on their way to investigate. You open your eyes and sit up with a groan. “Well, better be gone before they get here.” As if on cue, there’s the rattling of a key turning a lock and the front door swings open. Soft footsteps pad closer to your room. As soon as their head pokes around the doorway, you lock eyes with them. The landlord. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly approach him as he backs away. You lead him out of the apartment and don’t break your concentration until his head disappears down the staircase. You let out the breath you were holding and rush back into your former home, throw what few belongings you have into your worn duffle bag, and get out, closing the door softly this time. You sprint down the stairs and onto the already busy city sidewalk.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You hear Wanda’s voice whispering in your mind. “Please talk to me.”

“I’m fine,” you reply curtly. You shut out her voice and start walking.

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“Tony, you should see this.” Steve turns the computer to face him. Tony takes off his safety glasses and reads what’s on the screen.

“ ‘Last night, another crime was solved by the NYPD.’ ” Tony dictates. “ ‘Similar to other cases solved earlier this month, the suspect walked straight into the police department and confessed to his crime.’ I don’t get it, why would he just walk in and confess?”

“Apparently, after his official arrest, he claimed that he was being controlled. That he was forced to confess.”

“What, like threatened?”

“No. Actually controlled. He said he felt like a puppet with someone else moving the strings. He’s not the only one. There have been 5 other cases solved this last month alone, all ending with the suspects just waltzing in and confessing and claiming they were being controlled. No one knows who’s controlling them but whoever it is has been officially named the Puppeteer by the media. Someone even thinks they got a picture of them.” He pulled up a slightly grainy picture of a figure in a mask and dark purple suit.

“Huh,” Tony breathed out. “So, what, you think this Puppeteer could be a potential threat?”

“I’m not sure.” Steve admitted. “I did notice, and I could be completely going out on a limb here, that these things started happening right after that incident with Y/N.”

“The telepath? Wanda’s friend?” Tony tried to remember.

“Yeah, her. Do you think this is something she would do?”

“Yes,” came a voice from behind the two men. Wanda. “It is. All she wanted when she came to see you was a chance to prove that she could help but you didn’t let her. This would be her way of proving herself.”

“You’re absolutely positive this is her?” Tony asked.

“No. She somehow managed to block me out, I can’t see her anymore. I can talk to her, but I have no idea where she is or what she’s doing. But this feels like it’s her.”

“What do you propose we do? If it is her?”

“I...I don’t know. If it is her then we need to be careful how we approach her. If she feels threatened, she’ll fight. And I know her power, she could easily take down all of us and come out of it unharmed.”

“I say before we think about confronting them, we need to decide if Puppeteer is a threat,” Steve chimed in. “If they’re not a threat, then wouldn’t it be best to just leave them alone? From what we’ve seen, they’ve only been doing good. They haven’t hurt anyone-”

“Yet.” Tony cut him off. “They haven’t hurt anyone yet. Telepaths with that level of power are dangerous, they can be unpredictable and if it is Y/N then I think yes, we should consider them a threat.”

“But we don’t know that it’s her. We know it might be but what if it’s just another telepath?” Wanda defended.

“Tell me, Wanda, how many telepaths do we know? Hm? Not just that, how many telepaths do we know are in New York? 2. You and her.” Tony paused. “I think it’s her and I think we need to go after her. I’ll call for a team meeting.” That was all he announced before leaving the room.

[goldfishwithapen]

Jaime Reyes and Telepath!reader

Requested by Anon.

Request: “Could I get a h/c for Jamie's s/o having telepathic abilities and using it to talk to the scarab?”

A/N: It’s so late...but I got this out. *tired fist pump* I reference one of my one shots in this, so I recommend reading it before the angst section down below. [x]

- You probably joined the team before he did, as the team likely encountered you while battling Psimon.

- You joined the team shortly afterwards, and later met Blue Beetle.

- Your first meeting was -- interesting, to say the least.

- He did a poor job of guarding his thoughts; they rolled off him and crashed into you like waves.

- Unfortunately, the Scarab sensed your telepathic abilities and immediately attacked you, attempting to “remove potential threats for your best interests, Jaime Reyes. The telepath causes internal changes in you.”

- The others attempted to intervene, but you sensed Scarab’s presence and managed to somehow talk him down. Jaime (and Scarab) found a newfound respect for you (albeit somewhat begrudgingly).

- In no time the two of you ended up dating. Your powers were very useful, as it permitted you to communicate with Jaime and Scarab at the same time.

- The three of you have had some interesting conversations, mostly involving Scarab suggesting something very unconventional, Jaime recoiling in horror, and you laughing your head off on the side.

Angst ahead; references one of my one shots, “His Fault.”

- You disappeared one evening after Blue Beetle was put on-mode.

- The team searched high and low for you, until Nightwing eventually tracked your communicator to an empty alleyway in Blüdhaven.

- He found you sprawled on the hard cement, stabbed through the heart.

- Blue Beetle mysteriously disappeared after you were brought back, but the team was too deep in grief to properly investigate.

- When Jaime and Scarab are freed from the Reach’s control, nothing’s quite the same again; you’re gone, and they’ll never be able to hear your sweet voice or see your beautiful eyes again.