Besitos (Nightcrawler x reader)"A new student? I'm not so sure about that Charles." Logan muttered, arms crossed. Charles stared at him icily.Besitos (Nightcrawler x reader) by MotherfukinPrincess
"We /need/ her. We need someone with her experience." He stated firmly.
Logan chuckled, "Experience? Such as...?"
Charles passed black and white photographs, rough sketched and warrants for arrest across the table.
"She's been alive for approximately 300 years. She heals immediately, has telekinesis, and can morph into anyone she has ever made physical contact with in any point in her life. The French call her 'faux personne'. False person. She moved from place to place in France until the end of World War II. She's seen everything Logan." He said, looking Logan directly in the eyes, hands clasped.
"Yeah? That so?" Logan murmured, flipping through the photos of her. Her H/C hair varied in length. Her alert eyes always on the lookout.
"Whats her real name?" Logan asked.
"Y/N. Je suis Y/N." a voice came from the doorway. Logan looked up. She was smaller than he expected, not as
Kurt Wagner X Reader Part 1 Kurt Wagner x Reader Part 1Kurt Wagner X Reader Part 1 by ReedyDanielle
(PLEASE READ! Author Note! In this story reader-chan is a mutant. Her powers are the manipulation and creation of light. Which mainly means that she can use light as a passive defense or aggressive offence. And even a tool on occasion as you will see throughout the story. And as the story progresses I may add small cosmetic changes that both do and don’t have to do with Reader-Chan’s mutation, just a heads up. Also this is based in the X-men Evolution world)
Hello my name is (Y/N) and my life was pretty normal at first. I would wake up, go to school, come home, and go to bed. Sometimes I would hang out with friends. But that was before the mutants became known.
What’s funny is my best friend, Kurt Wagner, happens to be a fuzzy blue mutant that can teleport, but, sadly, when my parents found out they told me that I wasn’t allowed to talk to him anymore, seeing as they thought all mutants were e
No Complaints Pietro MaximoffxReaderIt was a rule within the Avengers HQ that every Friday, at precisely 7PM, the third training room on the first floor was to be left alone. It was even included in the orientation speech given to new recruits.No Complaints Pietro MaximoffxReader by bluerose269
Leaving the room vacant at this particular time was a well-known fact to everyone; except Pietro Maximoff and you. As far as the two of you were concerned, you just got extremely lucky every week.
So when 7PM rolled around on Friday, the two of you made your way to the (in your minds) always empty training room.
“What song would you like to start with this week, dragă?” Pietro asked as the two of you walked into the room.
A humming noise was his first response as you made your way over to the boom box left against the wall. “I’m not sure. Something that makes me want to spin and jump. What do you think?”
The Sokovian chuckled. “Whatever you want, dragă.”
You shot him a smile before plugging in your phone and beginning to search t
Hushed Problems (Pietro x Reader) (Angst)Hushed Problems (Pietro x Reader) (Angst) by Anna-Lyn
Warning: mentions of death, angst, fluff
It was that time of the year again. Roses and hearts were decorated around the streets and restaurants like it was a slightly toned down Valentine’s Day. Families would be out and about enjoying and celebrating that special day. As you walked home, you tried your best to ignore all the ads and people as you muttered “I hate Mother’s Day.”
“Y/N, stop. Please say something.” Pietro firmly said to you as he blocked your pathway to your room. He looked at you with a stern and cold stare. It wasn’t heartless but Pietro knew that he needed to act tough before you would finally be able to talk to him.
“Let me pass Pietro.” you said while looking the other way. You dare not look at him. You knew he noticed how off you had been recently. You stopped going out to the occasional dinners that the group would plan. You usually stayed indoors, specifically in your room during your free time. Not to be seen