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kiraswritten · 7 months

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Pyro x Reader (Smut)

pairing: pyro x reader warning: smut (not full blown but it gets pretty steamy), excessive swearing bc i love to swear, and excessive use of parentheses word count: 2k+

authors note: ya if you've read Just Maybe, this is legit word for word but it was originally written for Pyro. wrote this ages ago on another blog and i’m just trying to consolidate everything on here! :)

You’re not the type of person that wants to be in a relationship; not you cause you’re still young and why would you want to be with one person for the rest of your life so early on?

You were the type of person that liked to have a certain sense of freedom and no way was a committed relationship a thing you desired, which is why your relationship with Pyro is perfect.

He felt the same way; he too didn’t want the commitment and the hassle of feelings; those things were messy and a lot of things in Pyro’s life was already fucked up.

There you were, on his bed, straddling him only in your bra and panties (He took those off long ago), as he nipped and sucked on your neck, wonderful sounds of pleasure leaving your lips. It was a typical Thursday for the both of you; after training the two of you would take a quick shower (sometimes together) and end up in Pyro’s bed, usually naked.

“You smell like Apples,” he mumbled against your skin, dragging his teeth along the crook of your neck.

“New body wash, you like?” You teased, grinding your wet heat against his crotch.

“Tease, you know I do.” He said, biting and sucking on your neck until he left a bruise.

“You ass I can’t cover that!” You hissed, glaring at him.

Pyro rolled his eyes, “Everyone already knows we fuck; you’re acting like such a priss.” His hands trail down to your waist, slowly pushing off your lace panties.

“As much as I love these on you, they need to come off.” He grinned.

You lift your ass up (earning a groan from Pyro, he loved watching you getting naked), letting him pull off the thin article of clothing from your body, then chucking it off somewhere in the far corner of his room.

You sit back down on him, a sly grin on your face as he looks up and down your body.

You bring your lips to his ear, “Consider yourself lucky cos a pretty girl is sitting on your lap like this,” you bite at the shell of his ear, “I wonder who you saved in your past life to be this lucky.”

Pyro closed his eyes, gripping your waist tightly, he grinds his crotch on you, a moan leaving your lips. “Yeah Baby, I’m lucky as hell. You dripping wet and ready for me, I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You loved how the two of you can’t seem to get your hands off of each other; no matter how many times the two of you go at it, the intensity and hunger for each other grows each time.

Pyro latches his mouth onto your nipple, earning another moan from you, he flicks and gropes the other one with his hand as you hold onto him. He leaves love bites all over your chest, proud of his work.

“Pyro I can’t wear my tank tops ‘cause of you,” you whine but enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Just wear them, it’ll be hot.” He says into your skin. “Like me.”

He flips you over, your back on his bed, he trails kisses down to your hip bone, grazing his teeth, then trailing kisses down to your thighs. You close your eyes, gripping at the sheets, “Oh fuck you’re so wet babe,” he says, he licks a trail at your entrance, making you squirm under his touch. “Fuck John, if you don’t fuck me this instant I swear I’m gonna kick your ass!” You yell out, impatient at how he’s playing you.

His eyebrow twitches; he hated it when people called him John but with you it turns him on knowing that you only did that when you were sexually frustrated by him.

“All you had to do was ask,” he sneered, sticking a finger into your wet cunt.

“Fuck,” you gasp out, your back arching off of the bed.

“I need you, please,” you gasp out, “I can’t with foreplay right now, I want you inside me,” Pyro quickly discards his boxers, kicking them off to the floor. He makes his way to you, hovering over your naked body, his eyes glazed over with lust.

He parts your legs with his knees, you bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation, he always liked making you squirm under him. His eyes look down on you, his arm near your head, propping him up while his other hand is wrapped around his cock, giving it a few pumps before lining it against your entrance.

“You want me Babe?” He has his shit-eating grin plastered on his face; you knew how you looked under him; you knew how red your cheeks were, lips swollen, eyelids half-lidded, chest heaving; he had you right when he wanted you. “Please-” “Please what?” He rubs his tip against your wet folds, teasing you.

You knew he wanted you to beg for his cock, he wanted to hear you moan and whimper just for him. “I’m not begging, just be a good boy for me and give me what I want.” You whine, lifting your hips for any type of friction.

He lets go of his cock, his hand grabbing your hip, pushing your down. “Boy? What did you just call me?” His eyes grew dark, the pressure of his hold on your hip grew tighter, “Oh honey, I am not a boy,” He growls, slipping himself inside you with one forceful thrust. “Oh fuck,” you cry out, arching your back off of the bed.

“Yesyesyesyes!” you sigh out, Pyro grins at your reaction, quickening his thrusts. He shifts his weight and uses his elbow to hold himself up, both of your pelvises pressed against each other. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him into a kiss; all tongue and teeth clashing, you needed to taste him.

It ends with him rolling off of you, lying down next to you as the two of you catch your breaths, his fingers slowly interlocks with yours. You think nothing of it but you can’t deny it quickens your heartbeat when he does.

He’s only done this recently. You don’t ask him why he does it and he doesn’t tell you why either. The two of you lie in silence (sans the heavy breathing) till you’re reasonably calm.

You begin to get up from the bed, wanting to go to the restroom because you needed to go (no uti’s for you). His grip on your hand pulls you back slightly, causing you to look at him. “Come back after?” he asks, his usual icy grey eyes soften at you.

You nod your head as you let go of his hand, quickly grabbing his shirt and boxers from the floor; ignoring the burning sensation in your thighs. You quickly dress in his clothing, scurrying to the bathroom. You finish your business and walk back into his room; he’s half dressed, barely, only in boxers as he fixes the pillows back to their original positions.

He’s changed the bed sheets; the old one stuffed into his hamper. You close the door and jump into his bed, loving the softness of his new blanket.

He lies next to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. You turn your body towards him, resting your head on his chest; this is normal, nothing’s changed. Can my heart stop beating so fucking fast?!

You’ve been lying to yourself for a while now; you’re terrified of commitment yet this is the longest relationship you’ve had with someone. You didn’t want feelings to mess up the thing you had with Pyro, it was good, you were happy.

The plan was foolproof; the two of you would stay best of friends, no feelings attached when the two of you fucked; just sexual frustrations poured over one (sometimes yours, so two) bed(s), no strings attached. Your relationship in bed is strictly in bed and your relationship as friends were out of the room.

But your heart decided to join the party and made you confused.

You caught yourself more times than you’d like to admit, daydreaming of going on dates with Pyro, hell, even holding his hand in public and it scared you. This was supposed to be fun and mess free and you suddenly find yourself tangled in your own emotions.

It didn’t help that when the two of you were in public, he’d hold you by your waist as if it were natural, or you’d be sitting on his lap during break, it’s like he needed to be touching you when the two of you weren’t grabbing each other in bed. It only occurred to you how much you needed to feel his presence recently and that scared you.

You didn’t want this; you didn’t want feelings, but here you are, in bed with the guy that you might have (maybe) feelings for. “Py,” you say, breaking the silence, he loved it when you called him the shitty nickname you gave him but he’d never admit that to your face.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes still glued to the ceiling.

“I think we should stop this whole thing,” You feel your cheeks heat up, cause i’m pretty sure i’m in fucking love with you and i don’t want to be. “Huh?” He says, surprised, he sits himself up on the headboard, his arm still wrapped around your waist.

You look up at him, meeting his gaze, his eyes a darker shade of grey.

“The whole ‘this’ I-I think we should stop.” You watch his reaction to your words, he furrows his brows in confusion, “Is there something wrong? Did I do something wrong?” He asks and you immediately feel shitty,

“No, no! It’s not that, nothing like that. You-uh, you’re great-amazing even!” Oh fucking god I shouldn’t have said shit. “I just, I think we should just stop with that now, I mean- don’t you wanna do it with someone else?” You cringe at your words, you wanted to kick yourself in the ass for saying those words cause you don’t mean them at all.

“Do you?” He asks, his throat feeling tight, “Did you find someone else you wanted to fuck?” The last word cut into you, making you bite down on your lip.

“No, that’s not the point-Jesus- Pyro no, fuck, just forget it, forget it.” You turn your body away from his, closing your eyes. He slinks back down on the bed, this time pulling you closer, your back against his chest.

“Talk to me,” he says quietly, his voice void of any emotion.

Something inside you snaps and all you want to do is tell him everything; tell him that you’ve (probably) fallen for him and it eats at you. You broke the rule and all you wanted to do was run away.

You don’t reply and he doesn’t push any further; he was lost in his own thoughts, wondering if he did anything wrong.

Did she find out? He curses himself silently, am i that fucking obvious? He wonders if you noticed how needy he’s grown to have you near him, he wonders if you’ve noticed how he looks at you when you’re doing homework or cleaning, or doing absolutely fucking nothing, he wonders if you know that he’s head-over-heels for you and he wants to kick himself in the ass cause he broke the rule.

He was lying to himself the day the two of you decided this whole ordeal. He was being selfish and he wanted you for himself.

You didn’t want to feel this way; you didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that you had.

“Feelings ruin shit.” you mumble, loud enough for Pyro to hear.

“I think I fucking love you okay and- okay I lied, I don’t think I do, I probably do-like there’s a good chance I do and I’m sorry I broke the rule, god why am I still talking-” You were cut off by Pyro pulling you into his chest, hugging you tight.

“I love you too, fuck you scared me. I thought you didn’t want me around anymore.” He says, unable to control the smile that spread across his face.

You look at him, blinking the tears from your eyes (you didn’t even realise you were crying), he lets out a chuckle, wiping the tears from your face, “You baby,” He teases, and you swat his arm, and he laughs this time, hugging you tighter.

You melt into his touch, he presses a soft kiss on your forehead and your heart bursts cause this was one of the scenarios you’ve thought of and it’s so much better than you imagined, “I swear to god if you tell anyone this I’m gonna set you on fire,” and the magic is ruined. “That’s the Pyro I know, ruining moments like this.”

#john allerdyce #pyro #xmen imagine #john allerdyce x reader #xmen x reader #xmen fanfic #xmen fanfiction #pyro x reader #kiraswritten

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blueberrypancakesworld · 2 months

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Mutants in love

warning : fluff, kissing

Summary : Valentine's Day on earth is a day full of devotion, love and sweet gestures. Flowers, chocolates and jewelry are not only exchanged between people, but also at Charles Xavier's school for gifted children, who are presented with one or two fiery gifts.

Info : So finally something for the X-men and my fav John Allerdyce, since Aaron Stanford will be back as Pyro and I'm here for it. So have fun reading :)

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Valentine's Day was a special day of love, the flowers bloomed, spring slowly gave way and summer made its entrance. It is a day when lovers come together and people buy flowers, chocolate and other small gifts.

Small gestures to show how much their love means to them. But this day was not only for the humans, but also for the mutants. The mutants, the other species on the planet that could also love.

So there was also love between the mutants. Be it Charles and Erik, Logan with Scott and Jean, Bobby and Rogue or sometimes Kitty, depending on how early the feelings of love were carried around. But others at the school also thought about how they could show their love.

Either with home-baked things from the kitchen or with small handmade things. Others went a little further and used their strength to create something or even a declaration of love, which worked much better for some. When Jean's telekinesis wasn't causing cakes to fly around and Logan and Scott were trying to catch them.

But there were also attempts that were far less dangerous Kitty who made a wall of flowers that she pulled up out of the ground, Erik who made metal statues for the school and other types. But in all this there was also the couple of fire and water Pyro or John with civil name and his girlfriend with the manipulation of water.

A couple that attracted and repelled each other in many different white ways. From the initial bickering when she put out his fires as he learnt to control them, or his fire slowing down her waves when she had the sniffles and the fountain at the front of the school threatened to spill over.

It was an eternal back and forth between the two of them but in the end they found each other at the latest when they saved each other more than once in training simulations, she picking up tips from Jean and John from Logan, both adults having a completely different approach when it came to the handling of mutants.

Which is why nobody was surprised when noises came from the craft/art room and the kitchen during the night, while different types of light could always be seen on the meadow. Until the long-awaited day arrived.

A day on which they would both find each other again after lessons at which Professor Xavier had released everyone.

She was just making her way to her room with her friends to pick up John, who had told her they were meeting up for a chat.

Just outside his room she caught a figure in the corner of her eye and knew it was John flashing his fireball to get her attention.

,,Ehm, guys, I've got to go, I'll see you later," she said hastily and hid herself before running out of the corridor and disappearing around the corner after the fireball, which was glowing in a strange rose colour and kept forming shapes.

A heart, a sun, two people hugging each other. ,,Pretty," she murmured and continued to run after it before opening the door to the garden outside. She saw the different couples, felt the warm sun on her skin, the chirping of the birds and the love in the air, warm and embracing.

The ball that had previously been a fish swimming around formed itself into an arrow that danced around her with caution and showed her the way. ,,I'm already coming" she smiled as if he could hear her through the fire but maybe he could, who knows?

Following the arrows, they walked more slowly, mindful of their surroundings, past the fountain, the tree that was held together by vines and rose up after Scott had broken it.

Until they finally arrived at a slightly secluded spot on the grounds, something that couldn't necessarily be set on fire...hopefully. ,,You found me, Raindrop," the brown-haired man grinned and winked at her as he called the fire to him and let it hover beside him.

,,I always find you... it's not difficult with your heat," she said with a smile before he wrapped her in his arms, his warmth was always pleasant, he always warmed her and in the end had warmed her heart too. ,,Well, then take a look at this, love, just for you," he announced, pointing at the curtain behind him before holding the fire over the metal construction.

Only seconds later, colourful fountains of fire and sparks appeared and colours that couldn't be more different began to form a picture.

The image flickered, showing moments they had shared together, sweet, heartfelt and romantic, until it ended with the embrace before the flames slowly diminished and died out.

,,John... that was beautiful, just incredible!" she cried into his arms again and felt his rewarding kiss on her lips, his hands on her back, holding her gently. ,,I know I'm good," he winked and she rolled her eyes with a giggle before pulling out her present, the small box she had made herself with special contents that she couldn't have built without Colossus and her powers.

i,,Here, I thought this was just right for our hot adventures," she said and he opened the box and took out the metal pendant next to the home-made biscuits in the shape of little flames.

,,Heat-resistant stable, it doesn't melt... at least not on the spot," she said, pointing to the raindrop and the flame they both represented. She saw something flash in his dark eyes, the light pink colour on his cheeks and the smile on his lips that was soft and touching.

,,You don't know how much I love you, do you?" he asked and before she could say anything he had kissed her again, touching the pendant on his hand. ,,I love you too," she murmured, feeling his hand go to hers, lightly stroking her fingers and they knew that their love was unbeatable. The fire met the water again in nothing but pure love.

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#xmen #xmen pyro #john allerdyce #pyro marvel #pyro x reader #john allerdyce x reader #aaron stanford

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chowaya · 24 days

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pyro!john allerdyce x fem!reader

PIERCING EARS

" WILL THIS BE QUICK? "

" yup. "

" Are you sure you know how to do this? "

" yeah. "

" Have you done this to anyone else? "

At the question, your own face told on you— curling up in an expression enough to tell your boyfriend. Who then backs his head away from your hands, still holding the ice pack to his ear with a widened eyes.

" What? "

" Can you really pierce ears? " John Allerdyce asked with much concern as he sat on your closed toilet seat, with your shadow looking over him as you stood.

The general reason why you're both in the toilet ready to pierce/get pierced was because of your boyfriend's sudden curiosity to your own piercings, all-lined up funky jewelry dangling across your ears.

The conversation of you two just chatting went from your taste in jewelry to how you got them done and stuff. Proudly, you announced earlier how you did them yourself. So here you are.

" I pierced myself. What lessons or mistakes you think I'm supposed to learn have been done and learnt. " You tried to reassure him of your specialities, you then pointed to your own ears. " I didn't achieve all of this in a night, okay? I did them one by one. Got some infections on the earlier ones but then I did better- they turned out better. "

Letting his fingers, reach and swipe your hair behind them and he gently grazes his fingers across the shell of your ears. He had a habit of doing this, and you always felt squeamish from it.

Squirming from his touch, you set down your tools first somewhere that was already cleaned. Having already sanitized the counter before having done this. " Hey, you don't have to bend for this, alright? "

" You don't have to trust me enough to completely do it, that's totally fine. You don't have to play along or act bravely, these things are permanent- they might heal or they won't. We can go get it done by a professional if you want, tomorrow is alright." Your hands then went to cup his face, mirroring the same habits of grazing the shell of your ears.

John could look at you with such endearment, you knew he loved it when you held him like this. He knows you do it because you want him to feel safe— " It's your choice. "

" I'm so inlove with you, woman. " You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden comment, even he laughed along as well. His warm hands touching yours, you smugly smiled. " Oh, I know. "

" Yeah, but I want to get them done today. So you do it. " You nodded, trailing away your hands to reach for the needle and his Zippo lighter. " Alright. Are your ears numb enough? "

" Hm-mph, " He hummed, holding up an ice pack to his ear before pulling it back to his lap. " Okay, put the dapple behind your ear and you'll then feel a light pinch. "

As he did what's he was told, you lit up the sharp needle with the small trickling flame of his lighter then shutting it close with a click before inching closer to him. Whispering, " If something's wrong, tell me. "

" Yeah, yeah, i hear you. "

" Good. " As the sharp end punctured his flesh, you saw his expression curled on its own. And voila! A black stud had accessories one of his ears, you then moved to the next one. And you were done.

" You have to leave it one for at least. . a week, even then I don't recommend sleeping on your sides. " You commented as he got up to check them in the mirror, tilting his head side to side as the ends of his mouth curled slightly. " And wash it a few times with salt water so it doesn't get affected, I'll help you with that. "

He turned to you with a content look. And you smiled back, leaning across the wall behind you with arms crossed. " You goin' to show off my work to Drake? "

" Totally. " He inched closer with a step closer, " But before that. . . " He trailed off, as warm familiar lips went to meet yours in a long lasting peck, " Thank you. " He whispered.

You warmly smiled, " You're welcome. "

#john allerdyce #pyro #xmen #x2 #john allerdyce x reader #lol when i suddenly transfrom from reader to writer when there's a lack of fanfiction or specifics that i want

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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X-Men Masterlist

Updated Masterlist - HERE -

🜹♡🜹 John Allerdyce 🜹♡🜹

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thefandomqueen2882 · 3 months

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I’m gonna demand so much Pyro x reader fanfic when Deadpool & Wolverine releases, because I have been waiting for more Pyro for YEARS!!!! ESPECIALLY since they brought back Aaron Stanford, because I had the fattest crush on him in everything from X-men to Nikita, to 12 Monkeys😤😤

#deadpool #deadpool 2 #deadpool 3 #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool movie #x men #x men movies #x men fanfiction #pyro #john allerdyce #st john allerdyce #wade wilson #pyro x reader

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editor-who · 2 years

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I will be writing some John Allerdyce fanfics (I will also write more Gareth and some Eddie later!!!)

Prompt:

"How about something warm? It will help you sleep"

TW: Fluff, Nightmares

You and John were good friends, very good friends, to the point where neither of you realised you had feelings for eachother.

You stared down your target as he stared down his.

More Robots come your way, trying to injure you.

"John, I need some help here!!!" You yelled to the guy a few meters away from you.

"I'm kinda busy at the moment y/n" He says as he ducks avoiding several bullets the robot shot at him.

You send a few meteors towards your own robots. It hits a few, sending them flying across the room.

The others still advance.

Your breath starts to hitch. How am I going to get out of this?

As you look around at your surroundings and the spikes on the ceiling you have an idea.

"HOLD ON" you scream at John.

He jumps atop a robot trying to set it's head on fire.

He doesn't respond. Clearly too distracted by the robots on his side.

You send a pulse of energy which disables gravity. Sending some Robots flying up. They hit the spikes and break.

However, John is still on one of them. Floating dangerously to the top.

He looks round at you, confused and slightly irritated.

You reset gravity, using your powers, and he falls to the ground. You run and catch him in your arms. Softening his landing.

Under his weight you both fall down. Him pinning you down. Neither of you are able to move, limbs weak from fighting.

The robot he was on spreads to the other robots, setting the rest on fire.

They get closer but before they reach you the lights turn off and they disappear.

You and John are in a grey room.

His brown eyes looking into yours. Your faces millimetre from one another. He lets out a little smirk.

"That's enough. That was disastrous. If it was real you would've both been killed and you both need to work on being a team. It lets you down as you both don't clearly listen to and communicate with one another!"

Storm says in a loud and slightly distressed tone.

John rolls off of you and you both get up, from help from other students.

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Being the middle of winter it tended to get cold fast in the dorm rooms. And yet no matter how many layers or hot water bottles you tried you could never get warm.

Even with extremely thick covers you were always cold. And to top it all of your nightmares didn't help.

You kept dreaming of all your friends betraying you and your family insulting you. They'd call you a mutant or vicious and evil, all because they knew what you were.

And you questioned yourself ever since that day you were brought to the school.

You knew you shouldn't listen to dreams but those words started getting to you. They hurt a lot and you started believing them. You weren't supposed to be a hideous mutant.

Your powers had been more of a curse than a blessing.

After all the ridicule you'd end up in the Antarctic somewhere. Trapped in a cave made of ice. No light and no hope. Just trapped with your thoughts and the words they'd said to you.

It was the same most nights but with different people and different words.

But the ice remained. The same cave and the same bitterness.

You fell asleep at some point and the nightmares begun. It seemed to last an eternity before you were awoke.

"Y/N, wake up, please, wake up" A voice echoed snapping you back.

Your eyes opened to see John standing above you.

"You...you had a nightmare, you were talking in your sleep" He whispered, still in his long pajama bottoms and a grey shirt.

His eyes still creased with worry. He wasn't usually like this.

"Ohhh, don't worry about that, it's a normal occurrence" you say with a weak smile.

John looks at your hands that are slightly blue with the cold.

He touches your hand and abruptly moves it away as he says in shock

"You're cold".

Your eyes meet his. As he fidgets with his lighter.

"How about something warm? It'll help you sleep" he says with a massive smirk on his face.

He inches closer to you. Gently placing the lighter down on your bedside table.

"I would like that very much" you whisper with a small smile.

He climbs into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your torso. Your hands intertwined with his.

You start to feel warm quickly. And soon you drift asleep in his arms.

Your nightmare disappears and is replaced with a pleasant dream of John.

#john allerdyce #pyro xmen #xmen #aaron stanford #x men fanfiction #x men x reader #xmen fandom

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honey-minded-hivemind · 7 months

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Main X-Men and Brotherhood Members Avian Species (Part of the 🪶Avian AU):

(P.S.: Keep in mind this is just for fun.. Part of it is matching them to a fitting bird species, part of it is color-matching, and part of it is just personal opinion. Enjoy💛🧡😊)

The X-Men:

• Charles Xavier/Professor X: Cockatiel

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: Grey Crowned Crane

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: Greater Spotted Eagle

• Hank McCoy/Beast: Great Horned Owl

• Anne-Marie/Rogue: Ruby-throated Hummingbird

• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: Cardinal

• Scott Summers/Cyclops: Blue Tit

• Jean Grey/Phoenix: Sun Parakeet

• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: American Goldfinch

• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: Indigo Bunting

• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: Western Bluebird

The Brotherhood:

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto: Gyrfalcon

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: Magpie

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: Golden Eagle

• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: Merlin

• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: Eurasian Hobby

• Fred Dukes/Blob: Turkey

• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: Hairy Woodpecker

• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: Baltimore Oriole

• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolansky/Toad: Malard Duck

Avian Options For The Reader:

• Barn Owl

• Kinglet

• Swan

• Common Grackle

• Bluejay

• Common Redpoll

• Northern Saw-whet Owl

• Mourning Dove

• Cooper's Hawk

• Peacock

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #🪶Avian AU

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bludhavents · 2 years

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Lover

pairing: Eddie Munson x timetraveler!reader (no use of y/n)

summary: 4 times you have to cover after accidentally revealing the future, and the one time you don't.

word count: 1.8k

never seen a timetraveler x eddie fic but it truly speaks to my heart.

You knocked on the door of the trailer, furrowing your eyebrows at the sound of commotion coming from inside before the door quickly swung open to reveal Eddie. There was a wide smile on his face and his hair was windblown despite him being indoors.

“Hey,” he greeted coolly, motioning for you to come in. You raised your eyebrows, following him through the kitchen.

“Hi,” you replied. There was a mess of cereal across the counter and you figured that had been the cluttering you heard when you were waiting. It was best not to say anything about it as he lead you into his room. A small grin graced your face as you saw The Fellowship of the Rings face-up on his bed. He hurried to swipe it away and clear you a spot to sit. “You’ve read The Lord of the Rings?”

“Uh, yeah,” he answered, surprised. “You know about The Lord of the Rings?”

“Of course. I mean, I haven’t read the books, but I’ve seen all the movies. Kind of confusing at some points, but I think I understood most of it.” You laughed lightly, but stopped when Eddie’s face fell. It startled you, and you quickly realized your mistake.

How could you be so careless?

“What do you mean movies?” He asked as if you’d struck him over the head out of nowhere. He was completely frozen, hunched over the bed with the book under his palm.

“Sorry, um-- I think maybe I’m confused. Are Star Wars and The Fellowship of the Rings the same thing?” You questioned, internally suffering from the greatest bout of embarrassment you’d ever experienced. It was an idiotic question, quite possibly the worst thing you’d ever said out loud in your entire life. Eddie’s stature remained stoic in front of you, but his eyes narrowed judgmentally.

“No.”

“Oh. Well I think I was thinking of those. Have you seen them?” Your attempt to recover the conversation was pathetic, truly.

“Yes.”

“Great,” you said after a moment. “So about the project…”

The lunchroom was loud, and you had your backpack on the floor under the bench as you sat there, silently eating. The table was empty except for the boy sitting on the far right corner on the other end of the table. Usually he wasn’t there, and you had to wonder what could’ve happened for him to be banished to the recluse's table.

“You read comics?” Eddie’s voice startled you and you accidentally poured your water over your trey, cringing as your food got soaked. “Shit, I’m sorry. Shit.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You turned to face him with a smile that fell quickly as you realized that he was holding your bag in his hands, holding up your Wolverine comic and taking the seat next to you. “Put it back, Munson.”

“Oh, last-naming me, I must’ve messed up,” he teased, simultaneously put the book back in your bag with the rest of your supplies. “Okay so why didn’t you tell me you were a freak, too? What if I wanted to borrow your comics?”

“I would’ve said no,” you deadpanned. “And I’m not a freak. I’m so very cool and mysterious and perfectly unfreaky.”

“Who’s your favorite x-men?” He ignored your joke.

“Gambit.”

“Who?” He asked, stealing a soggy chip from your plate.

“Remy LeBeau,” you tried, watching his face contort. Apparently Gambit wasn't an 80's hero. If he was, Eddie surely would've known about it, and judging by his face you were speaking a foreign language right now. “Shit. Uh, I mean, Pyro. St. John Allerdyce.”

“Pyro sucks. Who the fuck is Gambit and why don’t I know about him?” He called you out, looking at you with raised eyebrows. Usually he brushed off your dodgy behavior, but apparently today he was feeling extra confrontational.

“Sorry, Munson, gotta keep up my whole mysterious thing. Can’t share my intel. Surely you’ll understand,” you spoke with a fake casualty, grabbing your bag and leaving him sitting at the table with your soggy lunch.

Steve’s car was crammed with you, Eddie, and Robin in the backseat as him and Nancy sat upfront. The three of you were rummaging through his cassettes, groaning at the lack of diversity within his taste.

“I’m surprised he even has cassettes,” Robin admitted. “He always struck me as just a listen-to-what’s-on-the-radio kind of guy.”

“Now that you say that I’m gonna agree.” Eddie pointed to her sharply, tossing another trash album into his lap.

“Word.” You said, picking up an old Christmas Tunes tape and laughing. “Dude, this is hella weird. No rap, but you have Christmas Tunes?”

“Did you just say ‘hella’?” Nancy turned around in the front seat to face you with an amused look on her face. Your eyes widened, looking at Eddie and Robin to see if they would come to your defense, but both looked just as confused as her.

“What? You guys have never heard of the word ‘hella’? Slang, like, for really?” You questioned, desperately trying to figure out what was going on. Shit. Hella was from the 90s, most definitely not from the 80s. Not that they could call you out on it, they'd just make fun of you for the rest of eternity because the only way to play it off was to make yourself look stupid.

“No.” Eddie said. “You mean like Hell? Hell-uh?”

“Must have heard it wrong on the TV,” you excused with a wave of your hand. “Forget it, where’s your music, Steve? This has to be a joke.”

“Hella-fucking-shitty choices here, Stevie-boy!” Eddie winked, tossing the tapes up front, earning a loud groan from Steve.

The batteries in your Walkman died during the middle of third period, and you rushed to find Dustin in the lunch room as soon as the bell rang. He was exactly where you expected, sitting with a sandwich in-hand at the Hellfire table with Eddie and the rest of the club. You walked there quickly, nudging him in the shoulder to get his attention.

“My girl!” Eddie greeted, but he shut up when he saw how serious your face was as you looked at Dustin.

“Do you have two AA batteries?” You asked without greeting. He stared back at you with wide eyes, swallowing the bite of his sandwich and nodding quickly. “Can I have them? Please? And thank you.”

“Sure, let me get them.” He grabbed his bag and dug around in the front pocket, pulling one out and then fishing for the other for a solid minute before finally finding it lodged in his pack of gum.

“Dustin I have never loved anyone the way I love you,” you cheered, grabbing both sides of his head before turning to face Eddie. “Edward, I need a screwdriver.”

“What makes you think I have a screwdriver?” He asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. You stared back unamused.

“Give me the damn thing before I take it and shank you.”

“Jesus, what the hell is even going on right now?” Mike asked from across the table. It was easy to ignore him.

“Seriously, what’s it for?” Eddie asked, screwdriver now in hand. Of course it was inside his jacket. He wouldn’t give it to you unless you told him.

“I’m gonna stab Carver,” you deadpanned. He didn’t budge. “Eddie! My Walkman broke and I need to replace the batteries. Please, give it. I'm having withdrawals.”

He unclipped the Walkman from your waist and unscrewed the battery cover himself, taking out the old and putting the new ones in before closing it back and putting the headphones on himself, pressing play and smiling when it worked.

“All fixed.” He handed it back. “I didn’t know you liked Black Sabbath.”

“Yes, Dehumanizer is their best album,” you replied, still stressed. You put the headphones on for yourself and threw a fist in the air when the sweet sounds of Paranoid filled your ears. It took everything in you to not kiss Eddie right then and there. “Eddie Munson you are the love of my life and I am forever in debt to you. Dead serious right now, I’ll do anything for you. Eternally grateful, lover.”

“Glad you’re so excited about this.” He raised his eyebrows. “But Dehumanizer isn’t a Black Sabbath album. What’d you mean to say, lover?”

“Hell if I know!” You were too happy to correct your mishap. Your legs carried you away from the table, but your voice still shouted. “Edward Munson, I will jump your bones one of these days. Say the words, lover, say the words!”

And he laughed hysterically as you ran out of the cafeteria with Black Sabbath blasting through your headphones.

“You don’t have to be a good guitar player to be successful,” you told Eddie. “Look at Kurt Cobain, he’s the most popular grunge musician of all time, and he sucked at guitar.”

“Kurt Cobain? Grunge?” He asked, eyebrows raised as he gently tuned your guitar for you.

“Sorry, I made all of that up.” It was a lame ass excuse. You were getting sloppy, constantly slipping up and saying things that weren't appropriate for the time period

“I don’t think you did,” Eddie said seriously. “You always do that. Are you a fuckin’ alien or something? Always saying words we don’t know, songs that don’t exist, superheroes that aren’t part of the X-Men as confirmed by Dustin who owns every single issue of X-Men.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Your heart was beating out of your chest as he set the guitar down and walked over to you, leaning his back on the foot of the bed.

“You’re lying,” he whispered, looking over at you. “I’m not mad, I just wanna know. Where are you from? Why do you talk about all of this stuff that doesn’t exist?”

“I think telling you will completely mess up the course of humanity,” you said, voice shaky.

“You’re a time traveler.” His voice was matter-of-fact. You dropped your head in your hands and blinked hard. Of course he’d figure it out. “What year are you from?”

“I-I’m not a time traveler, Eddie.”

“What year?”

“2022.” Your stomach twisted. “It’s currently 2022 in my timeline. Then, I was taken one day, by this guy. And he sent me here. I don’t know why, and I can’t leave. I’m just stuck here, where I don’t belong. Without my family. My mom is fucking ten years old right now!” You cried, sobbing into your palms. Eddie wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” he said. “What do you want me to do? Should we be trying to find a way for you to get back home?”

“I’ve tried. Succeeded, and been thrown back in here. It’s impossible. Just-- I don’t really want to talk about it. Ask me something, I’m sure you’re dying to know everything about the future. Fuck the timeline, ask away, lover.” You chuckled sadly, leaning out of his hug and letting him wipe away your tears.

“Does Black Sabbath break up?” He asked, eyes wide.

“Yes, in 2017. But a lot happened before that, people came and went and it was a lot, they weren't the same. Next question?”

“Shit, ok, hold on." He paused. "The Lord of the Rings movies, you knew they weren’t Star Wars. They’re real?”

“Totally. Each book gets made into a movie. There’s also 3 Hobbit movies. Plus, the Star Wars franchise is still making stuff. They’ve got a ton of shows and movies. Also, superhero movies are at an all-time high,” you confessed. “Jesus, I’ve wanted to tell you all of this for so long, Eddie.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x timetraveler!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #joseph quinn #eddie munson lives #eddie x reader

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sammysdewysensitiveeyes · 1 year

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Btw, I think it’s hilarious that Pyro, Mr. Look At Me I Love Attention!, somehow still has kept his civilian identity a secret, despite going to prison after trying to assassinate a senator, and serving on a government team, and then dying a famously public death saving that very same senator. But according to his Marvel bio, his identity is secret. It would make some sense to me if Pyro wrote his books under a pen-name, but according to Marauders his stuff is published as St. John Allerdyce, the same civilian name that all his team-mates and all the X-Men know him by.

Somehow, this cocky showboating asshole has never slipped up and gotten outed doing fire tricks in a bar. Maybe that’s why he’s such a cocky, showboating asshole, because he keeps his powers under wraps in his private life. Or maybe he’s just lucky that he died before the era of viral videos.

I kind of imagine that author St. John has a slightly different persona for interacting with the public that’s more polite and sophisticated, because he can’t afford to piss off readers. And he doesn’t want to go public as a mutant because that would lead to him being outed as a terrorist murderer, which would probably kill his book sales for quite awhile. (Or maybe he would actually sell more books that way, who knows?)

What I really want is a scene where the X-Men run across St. John at book signing, and he is desperately pretending not to know them. Bobby would absolutely torment him, and it would be hilarious.

#st john allerdyce #pyro

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dem-obscure-imagines · 2 years

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X-Men Masterlist

Erik Lehnsherr | Magneto

Please Come Back - Angst, fluff

After an argument, Erik has to convince you that you belong with him.

Hank McCoy | Beast

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2023

Is This Okay? - Fluff, Mermaid!Reader/Mutant!Reader

Your mutation causes you to sprout a tail every time you touch water, and sometimes this puts you in precarious situations, especially around Hank.

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Fluff, Makeout Session

Hank is insecure about his beastly alter ego, but to you, there’s only more to love.

John Allerdyce | Pyro

Coconut Cream - Fluff

You get new lip gloss and John decides he has to have a taste.

Fire and Ice - Fluff, Opposites attract

You’re ice, he’s fire, but somehow, you’ll make it work.

Kurt Wagner | Nightcrawler

One Morning at a Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Poly

While waiting for the soulmark that would change your life forever, you meet a wounded, winged mutant and a teleporter whose personality is sunshine incarnate. You can’t help but catch feelings for them, even though you have no idea where or with whom your destiny truly lies.

Together Again - Fluff

While looking for your notebook, you find something (or someone) much more precious instead.

Nightcrawler and the Princess - Fluff, Princess!Reader

Being the princess of a small kingdom has its perks. However, you’re not sure this is a secret you can share with the rest of your friends…

Popular - Fluff, Angel!Reader/Mutant!Reader

When he finds himself crushing on his angelic classmate, he wonders why someone so popular would ever be interested in him.

Not Much of a Looker: (Part 1) - (Part 2) - (Part 3) - Fluff, Blind!Reader

You’re the new student at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and just because you can’t see Kurt doesn’t mean you can’t catch feelings for him.

Night at the Museum - Fluff

Xavier’s School goes on a field trip to a Museum and Kurt is more than a little excited about it.

Don’t Be Afraid - Fluff

When it’s dark out, Kurt will always be there to comfort you.

Post-Mission Cuddles - Fluff

After a tiring mission, you find comfort in your favorite blueberry’s arms.

Headcanons for Cuddling with Kurt

Peter Maximoff | Quicksilver

Too Slow - Fluff, Slow!Peter

When Peter temporarily loses his speed, you teach him how to take it slow.

Scott Summers | Cyclops

Love is Blind - Fluff, Soulmate AU

You’re supposed to know your soulmate when you make eye contact with them for the first time, but unfortunately for you, you’ve never seen your crush without his sunglasses.

Wade Wilson | Deadpool

Literally a Child - Fluff

Wade is your guardian, and as such, he has a tendency to parent you in his unique Deadpool way.

Best Friends Forever - Fluff

Wade is your BFF.

Warren Worthington III | Angel/Archangel

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

One Morning at a Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Poly

Different Now - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

You and Warren were friends as kids, but when you’re fighting the fearsome Angel of Death, you don’t recognize him. He recognizes you, though…

Spin the Bottle - Fluff

A game of spin the bottle takes a turn when you give Warren the one thing he could have never asked for.

Your Halo is Showing - Fluff

Warren finds it hard to make friends. So do you. But you’re both learning how to come out of your shells…

Try - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Healer!Reader

Warren has been through hell and then some, but will meeting his soulmate turn that around? Well, it’s worth a try...

A World of Color - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Looking For You - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Hearts On Fire - Fluff, Angst, Soulmate AU

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Fix You - 2 - 3 - Fluff, Angst, Healer!Reader

Warren is convinced he’s broken, but it’s a good thing he caught feelings for the one person who might be able to fix him.

Going Soft - Fluff

Your relationship with Warren has exposed his soft side to the boys, but he’s determined to prove to them he’s just as tough as he used to be. He doesn’t know, however, that you and the girls have a trick up your sleeves.

Fear of Heights - Fluff

You are very afraid of heights, but Warren promises he won’t drop you.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men.

James Proudstar | Warpath

Headcanons for Dating Warpath

#xmen #x-men #xmen imagine #x-men imagine #xmen masterlist #x-men masterlist

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autismvampyre · 2 years

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Ok hear me out: Enemies to Lovers with Pyro

You don't like him, he's an asshole and obnoxious, but he's a little shit about it. He's got a reputation, and when he flirts with you, all you can do is roll your eyes. Y'all are at each other's throats all the time, bickering, throwing snyde remarks back and forth. But before you know it, you start to not hate him.

During training, you overpower him and pin him against the wall, and for just a second you break eye contact to glance down at his lips, hoping he wont notice. But he does, and flashes you that infamous smirk of his. This goes on for weeks until you both finally cave. Bobby owes Rogue $20 now.

#pyro/john allerdyce #pyro x reader #pyro xmen #st john allerdyce #john allerdyce #john allerdyce imagine #john allerdyce x reader #xmen imagine #nydias post #nydias writing #my writing

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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11/50 Touches

laying their hand on the other’s neck

Pyro x reader

Word Count: 191

Specifically requested by @kyn-lyn-blog

The advantage of being in a relationship with a pyrokinetic was obvious: easy access to a provider of warmth during the freezing months around Xavier’s School. The less-obvious advantage required the presence of a somewhat-trickster-leaning mind. Fortunately for you, you had that in spades. Which was what led you to the current situation.

You snuck up behind John as he talked to Bobby, the latter blessedly not cluing his friend in on your current actions. Then, with your freezing fingers, you placed them against the exposed back of his warm neck.

“Fuck!” came the immediate exclamation. When he saw you snickering upon whirling around to face his ‘attacker’, his jaw dropped in mock-betrayal. “Bitch!” The word was harsh, but his tone was borderline laughing.

“That was good, and you know it,” Bobby said between his own chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, assholes.” Even as he said it, he covered your hands in his to warm up the cold digits.

“Call it payback, Johnny-boy.”

“Payback for fuckin’ what?”

“You forget that you stole my dessert last night?”

“. . . You know what? Fair. Doesn’t mean I’m sorry, though. Storm makes a mean cheesecake.”

#pyro x reader #pyro imagine #xmen imagine #reader insert #john allerdyce imagine #st. john allerdyce imagine #john allerdyce x reader

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spotofimagines · 3 years

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7. Dinner ~ John Allerdyce

Warnings: none - reader is female

Usually you sat with Kitty at dinner, laughing and chatting about all random sorts of stuff over your food. Today, however, you were on your lonesome, Kitty feeling under the weather and opting to spend the rest of the day in her room.

You looked around the room trying to find Bobby, maybe even Rogue, to sit with. Upon seeing them sat rather closely on a sofa and giggling into each other's ears, your shoulders deflated a little. Maybe you'd just go to your room too. Catch up on work or listen to some music for a while.

But then you saw him.

Sat at one of the few tables at the side of the room on his own, he was slouched, leaning back in the chair with his arms on the table next to an empty plate. His fingers toyed with his lighter as they always did and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as the flame slowly danced before him according to the path his eyes laid out. You considered going over to sit with John but hesitated before you did.

Friendship wasn't exactly the word for you and John; you only knew him through Bobby and had never spent tons of time together. On the other hand, whatever time you had shared was full of subtle smirks and light blushes after your eyes met for the tenth time. Little jokes from Bobby about hooking you up had you rolling eyes to his face, but when he wasn’t teasing you about it, you couldn't help but wonder if that was something that would work.

There was no denying John was handsome - you'd known that since you first saw him. He had a growing "bad boy" reputation among certain people but he'd always been nothing but nice to you. He even bought you a drink when the school went on a trip to the museum a few weeks ago. Fair enough it wasn’t that soon before he punched a guy, but a slushie and some entertainment? That’s a double win in your books.

You took a deep breath as you scanned your eyes over the room one last time, checking to see who else was around you. It didn’t take a couple seconds before your eyes where back on John, like you had any doubt in your mind that that's who you'd be spending your lunch with.

You stood up straighter now, your eyes just as focused on that silver lighter as John's were. Suddenly the top snapped down, making him jolt in his seat and quickly move his eyes around the room to see what happened before he caught sight of you looking right back at him. Seems like it wasn’t just him practising his powers.

He breathed what seemed like a sigh of relief and ran a hand through his hair as you walked over, a small smile gracing your lips at his reaction. John followed your movements, noting every detail as you sat across from him at the little brown table. He sat up properly, his elbows leaning on the wood and his mouth forming the beginnings of a smile. You got comfortable in the ornate chair, laying your arms above the table too as you dumped your sandwich down before you, food no longer at the forefront of your mind. His cologne was evident in the space around him and the scent made you breath in more to get a little extra dose. Sandalwood and vanilla. Typical John.

You both watched each other for a moment, trying to gauge what the other was thinking without saying anything. His eyes were deep and inquisitive, a playful nature creeping out without much effort. The grin on your face matched your blush and couldn’t help but grow bigger.

You looked down to hide the red tint of your cheeks as you fidgeted with the ring on your right hand. John glanced down too, noticing the ring, immediately remembering where it came from. That one night out when him and Bobby were trying to convince you it was the finest piece of jewellery you could buy as your small group of friends stood outside the closed store, cold and tipsy on a late September weekend. He never actually thought you'd go back and get it.

Smiling fondly to himself at the memory, he almost inched his hand closer to yours, but he didn't. You weren't his girlfriend or anything, he couldn’t do that. At least not yet anyway.

He took a sharp breath in that had you meeting his eyes again. "So you're alone today?" He asked, his voice a little gruff from spending a while not speaking to anyone. Keeping your elbows on the table, you waved you hands to the side and raised your eyebrows slightly as you showed no one around you, eliciting a puffed out chuckle from the man in front of you. "Yeah," he uttered, lifting his brows for a second and looking back up to your eyes, leaning closer across the table, "Welcome to the club." He said in an almost whisper before smiles simultaneously found home on your lips.

He winked at you and your heart missed a beat, watching him lean back and pick up his lighter again, flicking open the lid and attempting to get the flame to wave for you like he did before. Though this time he was much more distracted, focus drifting to you and your quiet laugh, his mind instead trying to make sure it remembered what you looked like right now. Blushing. Smiling. Gorgeous. The best thing he never expected to have in front of him during his break today.

#pyro #john allerdyce #pyro imagine #john allerdyce imagine #pyro x reader #john allerdyce x reader #x men #x men imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #30 day writing challenge #oneshot #my fic #my og post

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Our Fire - John Allerdyce X Female Reader

Title: Our Fire

John Allerdyce X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Charles Xavier, Rogue, and Joel (OC)

WC: 880

Warnings: Mention of bad parenting, insomnia, nightmares, and fire

Y/N nodded along to what Professor Xavier was saying and explaining. Y/N joined Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters just the other day, her parents gave up on raising her, after she almost set the house on fire. Charles let her stay, giving her a room with Rogue, a girl her age, and reassuring her that he, and some of the other professors would help her control her powers.

Y/N was very grateful for all his help, and was nervous, but excited, to start her life over again. There was just a small problem. She couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Tossing and turning in her new bed, she shut her eyes tight, trying to sleep, but it seemed to have not helped at all. Opening her eyes, she let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, the moonlight from the window shining in, casting a soft stream of light across the room.

Sighing quietly, Y/N sat up, tossing the blanket off of her. Tossing her legs over the side of the bed, she quietly stood up and opened the door as quiet as she could, trying not to wake up Rogue, her new friend and roommate. Shutting the bedroom door, Y/N walked through the halls, her fuzzy socked feet causing the wood floorboards to creak.

Trying to remember how to get to the kitchen, Y/N turned to the left, spooking a small boy who was crying softly. The little boy rubbed his eyes, looking up at Y/N with wide, wet eyes. Walking to the boy, she sat down on her knees in front of him, a small smile on her face.

“First night?” She asked softly, and the little boy nodded, rubbing his eyes once more, and wiping his running nose on his T-Rex pajama shirt.

“It’s mine too.” Y/N spoke, nodding understandingly.

“It is?” The little boy asked, sniffling.

Y/N gave a smile and nodded.

“Yep. My first night. And, I understand that this is all scary, but after a while it won’t be so bad. I promise you.”

The child nodded and sniffled again.

“But, the walls make noises… And there are shadows.” The boy whispered, his hands raising to his face, covering his mouth a bit, muffling his words.

Y/N looked behind the boy, seeing the dark hall where the boy had possibly come from. It was dark and the shadows were thick. She nodded, understanding, looking back at the boy.

“What’s your name?” Y/N asked him.

“J… Joel.” He stuttered.

“Well, Joel, check this out,” Y/N spoke, raising her hand up a bit, slowly bright firey flames flowed out of her palm, spiraling up in the air and forming into little animals.

The small fire animals danced in the air, circling the now smiling boy before extinguishing.

“It won’t be scary forever. And, the darkness will always go away. Since there is always light.” Y/N spoke, once the boy was laughing.

“You okay now?” The child nodded, gently taking Y/N’s hand, looking at her palm.

“How do you do that?” Joel asked, staring intensely at her hand.

“I don’t really know. I just think really hard and believe in myself.” She began, smiling gently, watching the boy.

“What can you do?” She asked him and Joel shrugged.

“I can read all languages. But, mine is not as cool as yours though.” Joel spoke, letting go of her hand.

“Well, I think yours is amazing. I’m jealous.” Y/N spoke, ruffling Joel’s shaggy hair.

“Really?” Joel asked, staring up at her.

Y/N nodded and stood up.

“Absolutely.” Y/N answered.

“Now, do you know how to get back to your room?” She asked Joel, who nodded.

“Alright, well, I think it is time for you to head back to bed.” She spoke, as the young boy yawned and nodded.

“Goodnight.” He yawned before heading down the hall, and to his room.

The hall was silent as the door shut and Y/N sighed.

Y/N could feel someone watching her.

“How long have you been standing there?” She spoke up, knowing someone was there.

A teenage boy her age walked out from his hiding spot. He was tall, wearing a plain white shirt and gray sweatpants. His brown shoulder length hair slicked back, green eyes watching her.

“You control fire?” He asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah, I can.” Y/N spoke, the room falling silent.

“What about you? What can you do?” Y/N asked, looking at the teen.

Reaching in his sweatpants pocket, he pulled out a shark themed zippo lighter, flicking it open and sparking a flame. With his hand he then drew the flame within his palm, forming the flame into a sphere shape. He looked up at Y/N, and Y/N smirked. Bringing her hand up, she brought the flaming sphere towards her, capturing the fire ball in her hand.

“A fellow pyrokinetic. I like it.” She spoke with a smile.

The teen stepped forward, bringing his hand out to shake hers.

“John, but call me Pyro.” He spoke with a smirk.

Y/N nodded, bringing her hand out, their hands connecting, and with a firm shake, extinguishing the flame.

“Nice to meet you, Pyro. I’m Y/N.”

#john allerdyce #cute #fluff #x men #pyro #xmen #fire powers #female reader #john allerdyce x reader #pyro x reader #pyro x female reader

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